Guangfu City.
At the ancestral grounds of the Yang Clan branch.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
The fighting had already ended.
Looking at the bodies outside the door that had yet to be fully cleared away and smelling the blood drifting through the air, everyone wore an ugly expression. More than half of those black-clad men had actually been Japanese martial artists. The rest consisted of eight disciples of the Yang Clan branch, two Grand Boxers who should have been stationed in other provinces, and a clan elder who had attained Foresight many years ago.
At its least serious, this affair disgraced the Yang Clan branch, but viewed on a larger scale, it was anything but ordinary.
Overseas martial artists had set foot in China before, but at most, they had engaged in petty, underhanded activities that could never stand the light of day. Now they actually dared to infiltrate Guangcheng Prefecture in broad daylight. This was outrageous.
Besides, having their own people collude with foreign enemies was a disgrace in any age.
Five bloodstained Taiji Fist disciples knelt sprawled on the ground, their faces ashen. Though they had been lucky enough to survive, each had either a broken arm or a broken leg, and their martial arts had been crippled.
Two of the five bore the surname Yang, while the other three were disciples from outside the family.
Beside the five lay a gray-haired old man, his hair disheveled and his breathing faint.
This was the Yang Clan elder who had rebelled.
His strength and fighting techniques had been genuinely impressive. Relying on the Taiji Freehand Techniques, he had actually lasted twenty-odd exchanges against Gong Qitian and two other Foresight experts. But the price had been devastating. His heart meridians were gravely injured, and he would not survive.
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