Chapter 7

As he thought about his various misfortunes, a deep-seated hatred welled up in Liu Buyi’s heart: "Rest assured, I promise you won’t be lonely on your journey to the netherworld. Your family, your friends, and your subordinates will accompany you!"

Zhang Wuyah’s eyes were bloodshot with rage: "Rogue, how dare you!"

Suddenly, he sprang forward, his entire body generating a powerful gust of wind, like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey, and he slashed with his blade.

In the instant he locked onto Liu Buyi, he even closed his eyes and sealed his ears with his formidable martial arts cultivation. This time, even if Liu Buyi used those strange weapons again, he was not afraid!

This slash was so powerful that even the residual force could slay ten Liu Buyis. Zhang Wuyah had absolute confidence!

However, at that moment, he saw a ghastly figure with a distorted face, dressed in strange attire, reaching out with steel claws to grab him. Zhang Wuyah was startled; he had clearly closed his eyes. This ghost...

Could it have entered his body? How could that be? He was using a secret technique, forcefully stimulating his true essence and blood qi, making him more than ten times stronger than usual.

Even if any ghost approached, it would be burned to ashes by his fiery external qi.

He was about to focus his mind and drive the ghost away.

But Liu Buyi revealed a mocking expression. Originally, facing Zhang Wuyah’s concentrated will and overwhelming slash, which made him lose the will to resist, he now became disordered.

"Bang..."

A loud gunshot echoed in the narrow, solid space of the prison, deafening.

Zhang Wuyah stopped in shock, clutching his chest. Blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Little brat, how dare you hurt me!" Zhang Wuyah’s face twisted with a grim smile as he staggered toward Liu Buyi, leaving a trail of blood.

"Bang, bang, bang... crack..."

Six bullets were fired into Zhang Wuyah’s body. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been dead long ago.

But Zhang Wuyah, who practiced martial arts, honed his muscles and bones, cultivated internal qi, and refined his spirit, had a much stronger life force, even comparable to that of lions and tigers.

Although he was hit by several bullets, his face became even more distorted with rage as he staggered after Liu Buyi, who was constantly retreating.

"How can the martial arts experts in this world be so tenacious!" Liu Buyi frowned slightly, wanting to retreat, but his back was already against the brick wall.

Zhang Wuyah’s face showed a cruel and satisfied expression, as if he could see a head flying off under his blade.

At that moment, another constable appeared behind Zhang Wuyah, looking very disheveled, seemingly injured but still maintaining combat readiness.

He quickly approached, shouting, "Boss, you’re injured. Let me take care of this little thief!"

Hearing his colleague’s words, Zhang Wuyah’s spirit relaxed. He didn’t expect help to arrive at this critical moment. The fierce and ruthless aura of a wounded wolf, ready to die with Liu Buyi, slightly diminished.

Liu Buyi’s face showed a strange expression, and he took a few steps forward, protecting Zhenyangzi’s body.

At that moment, a flash of blade light, swift as a thunderbolt, and a head, still showing shock and spurting blood, flew into the air.

It was the constable who had come to Zhang Wuyah’s aid, who, upon reaching Zhang Wuyah’s back, suddenly slashed off his head...

Liu Buyi’s face didn’t change much, but his eyes flickered, as if he had guessed.

At that moment, the constables and Tartar troops outside had been completely eliminated. Even if there were any stragglers, they wouldn’t dare to come and help Zhang Wuyah so boldly.

"Clap, clap..." Applause sounded, and Liu Buyi looked in surprise. Zhenyangzi, who had been sitting in meditation, had stood up and clapped, smiling, "Well done, impressive!"

The constable knelt on one knee and shouted, "Disciple Cheng Feng, paying respects to the leader!"

Zhenyangzi smiled, "You didn’t expect it, did you? There are also my disciples in the Six Ministries!"

"Yes, Master’s wisdom is profound. I am deeply impressed!"

The events of that night were truly full of twists and turns. The surroundings were silent, with only the smell of blood and burnt flesh lingering in the air.

"You can’t reveal yourself yet; continue to stay hidden," Zhenyangzi said.

Cheng Feng bowed, "Disciple understands."

Zhenyangzi waved his hand, and Cheng Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew out like a broken kite, crashing into the wall and falling heavily, not moving again.

"You did well too!" Zhenyangzi praised, his gaze on Liu Buyi becoming even more gentle. He had observed Liu Buyi’s performance that night and was very satisfied.

Liu Buyi gave a bitter laugh. He never thought that his mediocre life would have such a moment of composure in the face of danger. Killing Zhang Wuyah that night was a testament to his resourcefulness.

But how could Zhenyangzi wake up so conveniently? It was probably a test for him.

Liu Buyi felt a chill, sensing the strange smell in the air. It made his stomach churn, and he dared not speak, fearing that he would vomit uncontrollably.

He knew the source of this feeling: it was fear, terror, a reverence for life. It was a deep-seated reverence for the survival instinct, carved into the very genes. He wasn’t vomiting because of others, but because he feared ending up like those bodies on the ground.

"This place is not suitable for staying long. Clean up the bodies, and then let’s go!" Zhenyangzi glanced around; the fire in the prison was still burning, with occasional choking black shadows.

"Put down your grudge. The governor and the Darughachi of Wuzhong City have already been killed by me. This battle will surely shock the world," Zhenyangzi said proudly.

"Yes, Master!"

Liu Buyi was secretly shocked. He never expected Zhenyangzi to have such a grand plan and such a bold spirit. He had killed all the military and political officials of Wuzhong City in one go.

After all, Wuzhong City was the seat of Wuzhong Prefecture. Zhang He was the governor of the entire Wuzhong Prefecture, at least a prefectural-level official.

And the Darughachi, a position that could only be held by a Tatar, was a central Tatar official sent to the region to oversee it, with control over the elite Tartar troops.

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