The boiling slaughter in the city turned into a roaring ocean, with explosions rising and falling one after another, and from time to time, terrifying roars of internal energy masters echoed.

After a series of flag signals, the Huaxia Army cleared a section of the road on the western side belonging to the "High Heavenly King's" defensive line, which was then taken over by the advancing Beiwei Army members... In exchange, Yin Ping, Yue Yun, and several Beiwei Army elites, disguised, managed to break into the inner perimeter from the side roads.

As elites from the southwestern and southeastern armies, they sized each other up.

"Did you understand how they fight?" Yin Ping said in a low voice as they hurried through.

"The firearms are powerful... and there are many masters." Yue Yun replied from behind.

Ahead, the person who was supposed to meet them was already appearing near a dilapidated courtyard wall, looking anxious.

"...Although it was said to be under the cover of chaos... why are the Black Flag people attacking?"

"We were also surprised. Is everything alright?" Yue Yun tilted his head and looked at him.

"It's alright... the fighting is too difficult. If you didn't come, my men would have been sent up..." The man shook his head and then waved, "Let's go, I'll take you in."

Under the guidance of this insider, the group passed through the inner defensive lines between the complex courtyards. Before long, they arrived at a courtyard in the core of the inner perimeter. He pointed forward.

"The next courtyard is where Luo Yan's personal guards are located. Passing through one more courtyard is the main hall where Luo Yan issues orders. I can only take you this far."

Yin Ping nodded. As the man turned to leave, Yue Yun went over and pointed at the insider's shoulder: "You can't leave."

Afterward, some of the accompanying people began to untie the large packages on their backs. The packages had fuses. They began to place these packages in the corners of the wall.

"Will this work? What if it fails at the critical moment?" Someone asked.

The person placing the package sneered: "We are disciples taught by Mr. Zuo, the craftsmanship of the southwest... just wait and see..."

The firewood had boiled the water, and the sound of boiling water echoed through the city. In the tea house overlooking the battle, although Zuo Xiuquan didn't reveal much truth, after the Beiwei Army entered the field and exchanged flag signals, the woman with the scar on her face roughly figured out some things.

"So Lord Zuo made a deal with the High Heavenly King on behalf of that Majesty from the Southeast. That makes sense... Only this 'Mountain-Opening General' Luo Yan seems to be truly disliked by the High Heavenly King..."

"Seventh Lady, you jest. Mountain-Opening General Luo Yan is a trusted general of the High Heavenly King. This old man is also betting on He Wen, and has agreed to find him an opponent. But He Wen may not be sincere and probably won't treat you honestly," Zuo Xiuquan said with a smile. "But Seventh Lady, you grew up in Jiangning and also studied under Mr. Ning. You must have met His Majesty and the Princess when you were young..."

"I've had a few encounters. The Princess was exceptionally intelligent and very assertive, while His Majesty in my impression had a kind personality..."

"Seventh Lady, tell me more, and when this old man returns to Fuzhou and mentions it to His Majesty, he will surely be delighted."

Zuo Xiuquan seemingly casually changed the subject, and Xiao Qi followed suit, talking about the past with a smile, without digging too deeply.

In this chaotic world, the Zuo family, as a special entity with connections to all sides, has always adhered to its principles. From Zuo Duanyou onwards, they regarded the Black Flag as the hope of China in extreme circumstances, and provided much assistance within their capabilities. This was based on the overall situation of resisting the Jin and continuing the Huaxia Army's legacy.

But in many other ways, they have never abandoned their identity as the orthodox Confucian lineage. When the Wu Dynasty produced an emperor like Jun Wu who showed promise, they began to run and advocate for him without hesitation. Even though they no longer needed to live off the emperor's bounty, they still remained loyal to the emperor's affairs. And this attitude was expressed openly and honestly in front of anyone, a stark contrast to Dai Mengwei's Confucian path.

This time, he came to Jiangning with the responsibility of lobbying for the Southeast. In this context, the old man's seemingly casual lies contained more reminders and politeness towards the Southwest. And this sense of distance with friendliness was the best current state for both the Southwest and the Southeast.

The two chatted with a smile for a while, and within the camp of the "High Heavenly King" forces, a series of explosions erupted, followed by dust billowing into the sky.

Amidst the rolling dust, Yue Yun covered his mouth and nose, and like a cannonball, he charged towards Luo Yan, the "Mountain-Opening General," in the midst of the chaos. Beside him, Yin Ping's Five-Step Thirteen Spears arrived like the wind.

The decapitation operation against Luo Yan, a major general of the "High Heavenly King" faction, thus unfolded.

...

At the edge of the eastern battlefield, "Raven" Chen Juefang flew like lightning, his quick knife slashing down several incoming masters.

The surroundings were bloody, but on this battlefield built by the Undying Guards, the edge of the slaughter did not extend inward.

"I am 'Raven' Chen Juefang!" After killing several people, the figure ran up to a nearby building, his fierce voice resounding through the battlefield, "Anyone who is not convinced, come and fight me—"

As a well-known expert in the Jianghu, Chen Juefang's blade was like blood.

For a time, it greatly boosted the morale of his Undying Guards.

Standing on the outer second-floor corridor, Kuang Wenbai was also loudly directing his nearby underlings to participate in the fighting. At one point, he heard a loud noise on the roof. A master had rushed onto the roof and was already fighting with the guards there.

He grabbed the steel whip in his hand, but before he could speak, two figures fell from the roof with blood. The enemy tumbled off the roof, landing not far from Kuang Wenbai, and threw a punch towards him.

Kuang Wenbai usually faced such fights by swinging his steel whip head-on, but this time he suddenly dodged backward. The opponent's fist passed in front of his mask, and for a moment, both of them were stunned.

Kuang Wenbai then realized that the person in front of him was trying to hit his nose again with that punch.

His nose was first broken at night, and the opponent's punch was very natural, so he thought it was just a coincidence. The second time he was beaten at the Golden Tower, he thought someone was attacking his weakness. But with this punch, he suddenly realized that the previous two times were likely premeditated by the same person, and that person was obviously standing in front of him.

The moment he realized this, anger surged in his heart, and he also admired his reaction just now. After many days of recuperation, his martial arts had finally improved...

The next moment, his body bounced, and his vision suddenly went dark, then brightened again, and an astonishing pain exploded in his mind.

Someone had ambushed him from behind, just now, and struck him violently in the groin. At this moment, he felt a crushing sensation between his legs.

The man who had fallen in front of him was slightly stunned after missing his punch, and then, even under the mask, one could see the twitching in the corner of his eye. He took a step back, and his second punch seemed reluctant to strike.

"Ooh..."

Kuang Wenbai only made a slight sound. His thighs had already clamped together, and in the last moments of consciousness, he turned slightly, wanting to see clearly who this despicable attacker was. Emerging from the pale sunlight behind him was the silhouette of a tall woman, who unhesitatingly reached out and ripped off his hideous mask. Then, a heavy and fierce punch smashed into his face.

Bang—

Kuang Wenbai's nose and mouth were shattered for the third time.

He rolled out and fell into the corner of the corridor on the second floor. His utterly ruined face was bleeding profusely, and even in his unconsciousness, a viscous blood seemed to be seeping from between his tightly clamped legs.

Liang Si-yi's eyes were cold, and she shook the fist that had struck the opponent's face.

In front of her, You Hongzhu, who had witnessed this scene, twitched at the corner of his eye. He subconsciously reached out and covered his mouth, uttering words that he himself had not expected.

"This... it's not... not deserving of this... it doesn't warrant... it doesn't warrant..."

"Pfft..."

Like a melting glacier, the corners of Liang Si-yi's eyes suddenly flashed with a smile. But the next moment, she froze that smile, turned her head, and looked at the figure above the nearby tower, drawing the sword and sabre from her back.

You Hongzhu shook his head and sighed, turning and joining Liang Si-yi in attacking Chen Juefang...

...

The surge of battle crashed like a tide towards the old martial arts yamen in the center. At one moment, whistling qinggong stirred up a sky full of ginkgo leaves, a huge figure swept past, and behind that figure, Wang Nanda, Tan Zheng, Tang Qinghua, and figures of other masters surged toward the battlefield in the southwest.

These masters' internal energies surged, and they shouted loudly as they ran at high speed, like a sky full of demonic shadows seething. At the same time, on the southern battlefield, the large-scale counterattack organized by Peng Tiangang, the "Avici Naraka Executor," had brought the situation to a fever pitch. With the addition of heavy artillery fire, the sea-like explosions did not seem to allow the one hundred or so people from the southwest to take all the credit. The fierce counterattacks of the masters under "King Yama" vaguely blocked the advance of the Huaxia Army on the second long street's defensive line.

Huaxia Army snipers only occasionally took out a few artillerymen, but many masters and sharpshooters had already noticed the danger of those firearm holders on the roofs and began to use arrows, hidden weapons, or even high-speed qinggong assaults to try to eliminate these venomous presences like the stingers of wasps.

Both the front and rear batches of masters had, under Peng Tiangang's mobilization, rushed to the front line of the battle, posing a huge threat to the Huaxia Army's advance.

Front, back, left, and right, all was chaos.

Ning Ji fought his way forward in a mad dash.

He had practiced martial arts since childhood and had great talent, but what he had learned had always been mixed. Xigua taught him swordsmanship, Hongti taught him swordsmanship, Chen Fan taught him boxing, and for more than ten years he built a foundation, learning the most profound internal energy skills, and then studying the most effective self-defense and the most extreme battlefield killing techniques after integrating various schools... During this time, fearing that those who are good at swimming might drown, Ning Yi instilled in him a large amount of philosophy of life, such as "following one's heart is what makes a man" and "it's okay to run if you can't win."

Then, in order to go to the battlefield, Ning Ji, through mutual compromise with his father, became a medic. Although human anatomy and martial arts training did not conflict, it made his martial arts three-dimensional and very balanced, with varied fighting styles. He did not insist on defeating enemies with a certain weapon. All kinds of weapons were just tools for him.

But only this time, the anger in his heart pushed him to impact the "King Yama's" defense line in a violent posture. The sword in his hand integrated the Overlord Saber technique, and he really displayed the aura of "I will go even if there are thousands of people." In the past, his father occasionally told him some grand principles. He hadn't been able to think too clearly about the dialectical thinking of "Heaven and Earth are unkind, all things have spirits" and "the literati's ruler, the martial artist's saber," but at this moment, he seemed to vaguely experience the heroic realm of his grandfather Liu Dabiao, who had "chest hair bristling," and after such a round of fighting, his whole body was surging with hot blood, and he couldn't help but roar to the sky, suppressing everyone like a great monk.

If his internal energy had exceeded Lin Zongwu's, he would have done so, but because the other person had roared first, Ning Ji did not humiliate himself at this time.

Of course, as King Yama's side began to launch a large-scale artillery counterattack, the dividing line of the entire battlefield was in a mess. Some Huaxia Army soldiers fell from the roofs, and some were hit by hidden weapons in the chaos. The conditioned reflexes of someone who had been on the battlefield for many years made him immediately join the ranks of rescuing people.

And the people who needed to be rescued at this time were also old hands on the battlefield. The scene of the battle seemed grand, especially after the addition of artillery fire, which caused large areas of houses and walls to collapse, but the vast majority of front-line soldiers had found cover in the first place. Even when driving the chaotic enemies behind them towards the most intense artillery fire, Ning Ji ran over to rescue people, and the other party was also rolling and crawling in the rubble. Although they had shed some blood, they didn't seem to have much of a problem. Even when they saw him coming, the other party waved vigorously.

"Go back, go back..." Ning Ji lowered his body and ran at high speed to the vicinity, and the other party said, "Crouch down, crouch down."

"You're injured, don't move around—"

"Don't I know if I'm injured? Go back!"

"The shock from the shells can also be very serious..."

"I know, don't touch me, I'm fine. You go to the left first—"

"You're spitting blood, let me check it."

"I fuck your dad—"

A master from the opposite side charged over in the smoke and dust. The wounded soldier cursed Ning Yi and jumped up from the ground almost at the same time as Ning Ji, and two sabers cut the other person into a rolling gourd from the left and right.

"See where I'm injured..."

This was also a master in the army. Ning Ji cursed and ran away, and after a while, he joined the ranks of rescuing the wounded again.

And so, after wandering around on the chaotic front line for a moment, on the side of his vision, Li Yanfeng was being chased towards him. The nimble qinggong behind him was obviously that of his own bald little brother, Wukong, but the one who was really making Li Yanfeng flee with his head in his hands was another middle-aged man in his thirties named Han Yue. He was a master in Blackie's group, and in Ning Ji's view, a reliable comrade-in-arms whose martial arts were enough to slap Blackie to death. At this time, he didn't know what outrageous thing this unlucky monkey had done, but he was being chased all the way by the other party.

Of course, although Han Yue's martial arts were strong, the monkey's stick skills were not weak, and coupled with his sinister nature, he kept leading the enemy among the "comrades-in-arms" under King Yama while fleeing, and Han Yue and the little monk's chase was often blocked, making it difficult to really stop him.

Ning Ji shook the long saber in his hand and was about to rush forward to chop down the monkey when he saw the little monk see him and shout loudly: "Big Brother!"

"...Huh? You pig..."

Ning Ji was stunned. He wanted to quietly approach Li Yanfeng as quickly as possible, but with this shout, Li Yanfeng also discovered him, swayed his long stick to the side, and was about to curse when he heard the little monk shout: "Benefactor Xue... Benefactor Xue was beaten unconscious by the monkey..."

"..."

Ning Ji's eyes darkened.

Li Yanfeng ran past not far in front.

The next moment, Ning Ji ran wildly in the direction he had come from. He was indeed young and vigorous, and easily flew into a rage when things happened, but until the first moment his own people were injured, the medic's reaction was always to save people first, and then take revenge.

His figure brushed through this courtyard and ran at high speed towards that long street, going in the opposite direction from Li Yanfeng, who was leaping and somersaulting like a monkey.

At the same time, the roar began to weaken on that side of the long street, and a strange atmosphere enveloped this place.

"Feather Saber" Qian Luoning jumped onto the height of a nearby pavilion, holding a long saber, and began to look forward.

One after another, figures belonging to the elite of the Huaxia Army also quieted down at almost the same time. Little Black stopped in the chaotic courtyards and frowned, looking at the nearby sky, carefully discerning something.

The battle in the city did not stop, and movements came from all directions.

At the front of the formation, Peng Tiangang, the "Avici Naraka Executor," seemed to have received some information, picked up his broadsword, and pressed forward to the front line. People could hear him shouting in the crowd.

"My lads, follow me to kill people—"

A large number of people surged in from the front.

Suddenly, Qian Luoning discovered something, and his figure flew like lightning.

Everyone's eyes looked over there. It was an inconspicuous little courtyard. Due to the construction of the houses, it was used as a temporary high point and foothold by four Huaxia Army soldiers, including a sniper, but at this moment, the people on the roof suddenly discovered something. One person raised an iron rod and smashed it down angrily below the roof.

In the field of vision, with a loud roar, a figure overturned the roof tiles and rushed out into the sky like a giant dragon or an angry Buddha. The smashed iron rod was blown away by half of the flying roof beam. In the sky, tiles, stones, wood chips, and human figures were intertwined into one piece. The soldier behind, who was serving as the sniper's observer, waved his long saber and pounced head-on at the rushing figure, trying to cut him down.

The two people in front were knocked away amidst the flying tiles. The rushing angry Buddha threw a punch, and the tiles thrown from that direction seemed to turn into cannonballs and bombarded the front. Under this monstrous power, the soldier who was wielding the saber to slash actually avoided the bombardment of that punch and tried to entangle with the other party, while the sniper raised his gun and tried to shoot.

The next moment, a shadow rolled up on the roof, and a thick beam was lifted into the air. The entire frame of the roof was deforming. The wooden beam flipped into the sky and then smashed down on the front. One side of the wall collapsed, and the figure flew out with blood amidst the flying bricks, tiles, and dust.

That huge, angry Buddha-like figure pressed down on the second floor of the wooden building, directly into the first floor. At this moment, he seemed to be rushing into the sky, and then calmly crashing into the ground.

Huaxia Army soldiers falling from the building rolled in the rubble and flying bricks, trying to stand up in the first place, staggering and walking, and the huge figure broke through the wall and charged to kill.

Across a courtyard, at the moment when that figure rushed into the sky, Little Black's eyes had already included the flying bricks and tiles into his vision.

He suddenly turned around and ran wildly towards that side.

"Hey—"

He roared, and the pace under his feet seemed to shrink the ground to inches. He waved his fist, wanting to stop the other party before he hit his comrade.

The huge figure glanced at him during the charge. Then, facing this side, he threw a punch.

Two sprinting figures crashed together.

Overwhelming power came like a landslide.

Little Black's chest was stuffy, followed by a slight sweetness in his throat.

Boom—

Under the high-speed charge, the soil on the ground was sunken, as if there were invisible footprints extending. Little Black's figure was knocked away, and in front of that huge figure, the Huaxia Army soldier, who was staggering and trying to dodge, was also knocked away in the next moment, hitting the bluestone wall on one side of the courtyard, seeming to stay for a moment before falling to the ground.

Little Black also rolled on the ground, then climbed up again and rushed to the front.

"Lin Zongwu—"

People on the battlefield heard his roar.

"I fuck your mom—"

"The World's Number One," Lin Zongwu.

Arrived.