September 22nd, the morning arrived as scheduled.

After dawn, the clamor within Jiangning City experienced a brief lull. The people, disturbed all night by various chaotic events, began to rise one after another, cautiously venturing out to inquire about the progress of the situation.

In some hotels and inns, some merchants and Greenwoodsmen also began their first round of comings and goings, exchanging various firsthand information during breakfast.

Countless pieces of information, both true and false, were swirling around the city at this moment, just like every day in the past. Truth and rumors were intertwined, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the overall picture until the very end.

In the northern part of the city, rumors of the Equitable King and an assassin battling for three hundred rounds before the Equitable King severely injured his opponent with the Fantian Seal circulated alongside news of the Equitable King being critically wounded in an assassination attempt. In the southern part of the city, the information about a military coup and several Kings mobilizing troops to enter the city, only to be stopped by the Great Light Cult Leader, had already spread like wildfire.

Near the inner perimeter of the city, some Greenwoods masters, after their usual morning exercises, heard at the dining table of no less than five peak duels, including Lin Zongwu versus the Equitable King, Meng Zhutao challenging Lin Zongwu, the Equitable King fighting four opponents simultaneously to a draw, and so on. After these messages spread for a while, as the sun climbed higher in the morning, some key information became clearer in people's discussions and comparisons.

The split among the five Kings seemed to have become an irreversible reality. From last night to this morning, dozens of assassinations targeting each other's mid-to-high-level personnel within the Equitable Faction were the main axis of the chaos throughout the entire night.

And before the sun rose today, the five Kings' successive departures from Jiangning City foreshadowed that this confrontation had moved into an irreversible abyss.

Last night was just the beginning of everything.

The people in the city still needed to spend a lot of time gradually digesting these messages. Some began to prepare to leave the city, but more people simply watched in silence. This was certainly not a good sign, but in present-day Jiangnan, how many days were spent in peace without turmoil?

In some inns, there were also some martial artists who were still confused: "What about the martial arts tournament...?"

"...There are only a few matches left. Will it finish?"

"...Maybe these five of the Equitable Faction will each send out masters to compete on the stage."

People, when talking about this, gradually became excited again: "Ooh...that would really be a clash of dragons and tigers."

The martial artists, in slightly bewildered mutual glances, looked forward to the arrival of this clash of dragons and tigers.

Some more accurate information had already reached the ears of more hidden and higher-level power envoys within the city.

"Jiangnan is about to erupt in war."

In the northern part of the city, in a courtyard belonging to Gao Chang's territory, Zuo Xiuquan finished a simple breakfast, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and looked at the group of Back Army elites in the hall, including Yin Ping and Yue Yun.

"He Wen has painstakingly set up this stage in Jiangning, and now he is announcing his ideas to all parties in the world. But there is a clear line between saying and doing. Now it seems that today, the Equitable King will completely cross this line, and the other parties can no longer be ambiguous on this matter. The internal split will be clearly displayed in front of the world...Everyone, many people will die today. After we finish watching the show, we will leave carefully. My old life is in your hands."

After he finished speaking, some people in the room nodded and patted their chests, while others had calm expressions. Yue Yun, next to his sister, nodded while showing a confused look: "Then what will He Wen...actually do?"

Zuo Xiuquan laughed: "Didn't he make it very clear to those four Kings yesterday?"

Yue Yun scratched his head, puzzled.

...

When the first ray of sunlight rose, the people who had participated in the dawn's chaos seemed to be driven away by the sunlight, returning to their original residences one after another. On the one hand, they summarized the information from last night's chaos, and on the other hand, they began to officially accept the impact and significance of the series of changes at dawn.

When He Wen put forward his ideas yesterday afternoon and Zhou Shang angrily overturned the table, it could still be said to be the willful act of one or a few people.

Clear guidelines were released, and clear feedback would also be generated externally. Even within the "Equitable King" faction, there were still various lobbying and persuasion efforts occurring simultaneously.

The first round of fighting and confrontation occurred simultaneously at night and at dawn, but even at such a moment, as long as a powerful figure could mediate and the Equitable King could change his mind, and the five Kings could conduct another round of negotiations in private, the matter still had the possibility of being resolved.

In many political struggles, both sides need to maintain sufficient deterrence. It is not uncommon for them to be unwilling to back down until the very last moment. Whether the Equitable King's capriciousness was a determined decision or a political strategy of sky-high demands to force the four to retreat, the people in the middle could always maintain a degree of doubt.

As long as there was no clear large-scale war, there was always a possibility of a turnaround.

However, as the five Kings gradually left Jiangning City, many people were finally able to understand that there was no room for reversal.

As the morning mist rose, Lu Xian and Li Duanwu, who had witnessed the fighting in the southern part of the city, also led the young and strong men and families of Li Family Village back to the once-abandoned market.

People began to go home in a noisy manner. Tired women settled their sleeping children at home, and then began to boil water and cook. The young and strong men under Li Duanwu's command began the second round of building barricades. Lu Xian sat by the river at the street entrance, lost in thought for a while.

After a while, Li Duanwu walked over, followed by more than a dozen of the most capable subordinates he had gathered. The old man patted him on the shoulder, gave him two steamed buns, and then sat down next to him.

"...He Shuangying is dead. Changing your mind is still possible now."

While Lu Xian was eating the steamed buns, the old man spoke next to him.

"He Shuangying is dead, but his damned subordinates haven't all died. I still have to report later." Lu Xian tore the steamed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and spoke slowly, "Moreover, He Shuangying has already given the instructions. He Fu doesn't dare to let us out of the city anymore."

"...Do you want to look for people from other directions?"

"...Leaving the city now will cost another round of silver." Lu Xian sighed, "And Uncle Duanwu, Jiangnan is about to fall into chaos. Li Family Village is on King Zhou's territory. Where can we go?"

In the morning, the old man was silent for a moment: "In chaotic times, as long as you have people under your command, you can always find a place to rely on. There's no need to worry about that."

"Rely on He Wen? Uncle Duanwu, the outcome of this great battle...is uncertain."

"He Wen's side said they have the support of the Southwest. According to the previous two encounters, the Southwest...really sent people."

"He may have the support of the Southwest." Lu Xian looked into the distance, put a piece of steamed bun into his mouth, and chewed it, "But whether it's the Southwest or the Reading Society, the prescription they prescribed for us is to prevent these Kings and leaders from engaging in favoritism and corruption...Uncle Duanwu, if the Equitable Faction was just established, this would be a good thing, but now that everyone has their own mountains and their own possessions, would they really be willing to have another round of equity?"

Speaking of this, he sighed and turned his head to look at the streets and alleys behind him: "No matter how powerful the Southwest Black Banner is, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. It's just a verbal support for the Equitable King. On our side, thousands upon thousands of mud-legged people have now obtained such good markets and houses. If we want to have another round of equity, who would be willing? Uncle Duanwu, if you give an order and say that these houses are no longer needed, and that they will really be equal to those beggars who have lost their families, do you think Pillar and the others will still listen to us?"

"Then this time..."

Lu Xian was silent for a moment.

"In this life, it is said that the most difficult thing is to make a choice. But Uncle Duanwu, this is what I think. If the Black Banner ever comes out in the future, it may gain the upper hand, but now He Wen is doing this, and he will inevitably be beaten at the beginning. Although He Wen's great principles sound interesting, but King Zhou...has he ever suffered a loss? Even if he talks about benevolence and morality, who wouldn't want to rush up and grab more benefits? Even according to the Reading Society, if the territory is large enough in the future, and the people who have taken advantage only know how to enjoy it and become the second Fang La, then at least that will be after killing Wu Qimei, Tie Yan, and others..."

He paused slightly: "Today, Jiangning City is about to fall into chaos. Uncle Duanwu, in fact, at the moment I gave the order to return here, I had already made a choice. A real man in this world, if he wants to get benefits, who can't risk his life for others? Since we have boarded King Zhou's boat, we can only fight for a piece of the world, so that in the future...we can have bargaining chips. And..."

Speaking of this, Lu Xian reached out and pulled out the long knife he was carrying, looking at the edge of the knife in the morning light.

"And...Uncle Duanwu, you have seen the martial arts of that Cult Leader Lin. Everyone says that there are many masters in this world. This time's clash of dragons and tigers, in fact, I...don't want to stay out of it..."

Practicing swordsmanship, being greedy for courage, and fighting for life, the Greenwoodsmen in this world, for hundreds of years, have actually been low-status people. Even if one or two famous rangers and assassins appear at some point, they are mostly as vassals of literati or regimes. Like Iron Arm Zhou Tong, even though he is rumored to be the best in the world among the Greenwoodsmen, he still cannot obtain an official position in prosperous times.

Lu Xian had practiced martial arts for half his life, and most of the time, he was only trying to fight for survival. He led the people of Li Family Village out to fight and became the elite thug under Wei Xuwen. To say that his own skills plus fighting experience, his combat power was only barely at the level of a first-class Jianghu master, but in the past he was more accustomed to seeing himself as a pawn.

But it is undeniable that with Ning Yi's evil-tasting publicity and the arrival of troubled times in recent years, these chaotic years are indeed the most nourishing time for Greenwoods heroes. Since the Southwest's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament was held vigorously for two sessions, He Wen also had to create a martial arts tournament to attract people's attention. These days, the muddy waters of politics have been constantly stirring, but the gathering of Greenwoodsmen in the city, various discussions about the White Path and the Black Path, those seemingly romantic Jianghu fights, have indeed become a part of the culture for a while.

Even though Lu Xian could clearly recognize that his personal ability was limited, he would naturally have such and such heroic imaginations from time to time. Especially when Meng Zhutao, the "Measuring Ruler," assassinated the King this morning, the skills he showed really made him feel beyond his reach, and as Lin Zongwu showed his strength, the heroism and domineering of the world's number one also made the blood in Lu Xian's heart surge.

He has been cautiously hammering at his martial arts all these years, and many times, he has been active on the front line of fighting for his life. He is also proud of his own skills, however...at this moment he finally saw: there is such a realm in the world.

He made a decision, and he had already thought it through: in this troubled world, if you still can't be brave and diligent when things happen, how can there be a place for his own people in this world in the future?

What's more, the Great Light Cult Leader Lin Zongwu led the elite of the Great Light Cult and had already decided to take action. Now it is a four-on-one situation. In the future, the Equitable Faction will have a thousand of millions people fighting in a mixed battle, and the result on the battlefield may be unpredictable, but in today's Jiangning City, how much waves can He Wen's mere power left behind stir up?

He raised his long knife, suddenly got up, and explained his choice to the more than ten young and strong men of Li Family Village behind him. These people immediately drew their knives and responded accordingly. They had followed Wei Xuwen's orders to act during this time and had long been "Heavenly Slaughter" subordinates who had seen a sea of blood and killed people like hemp. At this time, Lu Xian might still have some things to think about, but for them, there were not many problems that needed to be tangled.

It was nothing more than killing people in the past.

"...Today's affairs, naturally all the masters will charge forward, you will obey orders, first seek self-preservation, and then look for opportunities to make contributions...After we set off, the rest will guard the barricades. When this place is peaceful in the future, the nearby markets will all belong to us. Everyone..."

He raised the blade:

"Go seek a fortune--"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Hearing the movement here, the people on the market side put down their work and looked this way. Some waved their hands, and the young and strong, women, and children who remained in the market saw the ten-odd people who were the pillars of the family taking their steel knives to seek a prosperous future.

Turning around, Lu Xian looked back, and then looked back again. He reached out and pointed in this direction, scolding: "Dog! You are not allowed to shit on the side of the road anymore!"

The child who had been messing around all night, who was now squatting on the side of the road to shit, rubbed his eyes and ran away holding his buttocks.

A group of bloodthirsty swordsmen laughed and cursed for a while, walking towards the distant place that symbolized the fight.

But everything in this world comes from fighting, so they firmly believe that this time, they will return full of rewards...

...

Chenshi Second Quarter (around 8:30 AM).

Kuang Wenbo swung his single whip and knocked a middle-aged woman down in a pool of blood. Since the clothes the woman was wearing were quite thick, the blow did not kill her directly. The woman crawled in the pool of blood, surrounded by chaos and blood red.

If his nose could still smell, he should have smelled the heavy smell of blood at this time, but at this moment, because his nose was broken, his sense of smell had failed. He didn't know whether this situation brought him annoyance or relief, but in any case, the continuous days of sick leave had temporarily stopped. He was participating in the Undead Guard's mission again. This first mission was very easy. The enemy's weakness and panicked screams gave him a feeling of refreshment.

Although his nose was broken, he had already made a hideous mask. The mask covered the lower half of his face. He had to take it off when he ate, but in general, this image added a bit more of the temperament of a master, or even a demon, making people afraid.

In the Jianghu, making people afraid is always a good thing.

And after many days of recuperation, killing people for the first time today, he did not feel much regression in his skills. Even because he had been attacked twice, his spirit was more tense and his reaction was more sensitive. This was a symbol that his martial arts had made more breakthroughs.

He shook the steel whip in his hand.

This was the beginning of the morning's surprise attack on the family members of a group of "Grudge Gathering" members. Now the fighting and search were coming to an end. Not far away, the captain strode over: "Hurry up, hurry up, this is just a warm-up. What are you doing so slowly! Later, we will follow Cult Leader Lin. There are still serious matters and big things to be done! All of you, hurry up--"

The woman on the ground was crawling forward. Kuang Wenbo smiled, swung his steel whip, and blew up the woman's head. He turned the corpse over, groped in her arms, took out some gold and silver and stuffed it into his clothes, and then walked outside. As the deputy captain, he also shouted a few times: "All of you, hurry up--"

Everyone hastily ended the massacre, and then set a fire before passing through the streets and heading to the nearest gathering place.

Entering the base, teams of martial artists wearing similar clothes had also gathered here one after another. People met on the drill ground. The topics they were chatting about were the situation of the big battle this morning. The figures spoke of Meng Zhutao's rebellion and assassination, and of the Saint Cult Leader's invincibility, and then of what was going to happen next.

"What is He Wen trying to do?"

"Haha...he wants to set up a yamen to manage us..."

In these words, the teams of people coming and going all had blood on their bodies and weapons. Kuang Wenbo stood among a group of masters, watching all this. He took a deep breath.

The split of the Equitable Faction was about to begin, and heroes from all over the world were gathering.

For a long time to come, this was probably going to be the biggest event in the entire Jianghu.

The Undead Guard was coming together!

...

The bleakness of late autumn pushed away the dawn and stirred up the wind and clouds.

In Jiangning City, as time passed, some clues began to appear in people's eyes.

"Undead Guard," "Heavenly Slaughter," "Avici Executor," "Dragon Sage," "Ephemera," "White Rakshasa," "Heavenly Treasure Pavilion," "Sea Guard," "Unborn Army"... Banners that seemed frightening in the past seemed to be particularly dense today.

Teams of people began to gather from different directions.

And teams of people were extra cautious as they dispersed in different directions.

Some people from different forces walked through the streets, as if with unspeakable malice.

The area near the city gate became crowded, and people waited anxiously to cross the border, but in many places, the quota for leaving the city seemed to be limited. A large number of people waited for a long time, but there was not much movement in front.

The envoys of various forces who had come from all over the world because of this alliance waited for the development of the situation in their respective places, and some went to the center of the city, waiting for the development of the situation in some noisy teahouses and restaurants.

People who realized ominous clues were busy going home, busy building barricades, and people on the streets felt all this with confusion. And in this state of life, in front of the ruins once called Wuhu Inn, the three figures by the small bridge hole found shovels and were slowly and casually digging pits in the ground. Among them, the hunched Xue Jin and the teenager named Long Aotian were covered in the stench of the river.

The teenager was shoveling dirt while talking about things that had nothing to do with the situation in the city.

"...That's how the Xia Army is, starting a three-year war with the Jin people and the puppet Qi Dynasty in Xiaocang River..."

What he was talking about was a series of things that happened to the Southwest demon Ning Yi after he left Jiangning. Perhaps because he had been in contact too much, the teenager's tone was calm and relaxed, no different from storytelling. Xue Jin, who claimed to have knocked on the top of Ning Yi's head, listened quietly, and his body would occasionally tremble because of discomfort. On the other side, the little bald head, who was digging the pit and exerting the most effort, listened with the most interest, and would often widen his eyes and let out "Ah ah oh oh" exclamations. Sometimes when the Xia Army won a victory in the battle with the enemy, he would also stretch out his hands and clap hard.

These narrations would also involve the situation of the demon's family at certain times, including some recent developments of the Su family, the brilliance and divine martial arts of the head mistress Su Tan'er, and some things that Su Wenfang, Su Wending, Su Wenyu, Su Yanping, and others were responsible for. Perhaps because he also knew these once-failed relatives of the Su family in the past, Xue Jin's reaction was the most intense when talking about their current situation. Sometimes the tears he shed were not for the dead Yue Niang.

The three, who had not yet eaten breakfast, were preparing to dig a pit to bury Yue Niang.

Although he had dragged Xue Jin, who wanted to commit suicide, out of the river, Ning Ji had no idea what to do next. After telling him that he came from the Southwest, he could only tell Xue Jin in detail about his father's experiences and actions over the years from the perspective of an outsider. But what was the point of doing this? He himself couldn't think of it.

And what to do next? How many days have been delayed in long-term injuries and illnesses, and who else is nearing the end of their lives under the bridge hole besides Yue Niang. After burying Yue Niang, how to persuade him to live, or rather, why persuade him to live.

A further fact is, if he is persuaded to live, can he live?

He couldn't figure these things out, and he could only calmly tell what he could say one by one. After a long time, he didn't know when, the three people who had been working slowly put Yue Niang's body into the pit. Above the river beach, the noise not far from the road had gradually become obvious.

"What's going on so early in the morning..."

The noisy sound of this city's morning did not just rise. He didn't know when it started, but some people had been walking and running on this road. The group of people camping in the nearby ruins looked anxious. Occasionally, when they spoke, their voices were loud, probably saying that something was about to happen, so they were banging on scrap materials, making fences, and piling up garbage, which was very annoying...

And at this moment, a clearer sound was spreading towards this side...

...

September 22nd, morning, Sishi First Quarter (around 9:15 AM).

The Greenwoodsmen who were originally waiting outside the Great Martial Arts Hall in the center of the city for the martial arts tournament to be held did not wait for the doors to open.

Due to the strangeness of the situation, not too many people gathered on this street at the moment. Some people went to nearby restaurants and teahouses after arriving, sitting by the windows, whispering to each other, and watching the changes in the situation.

"...I said it, something big is going to happen."

"...After so much effort, announcing it to the world, and the top four have all been decided...suddenly it's not being held?"

"...If it's not being held, there should be an announcement. Where does the Equitable Faction put their face?"

"...In front of the people of the world, their face is on the ground."

"...The definite news is that the five parties are going to fight."

"...I heard that the Great Light Cult Leader Lin Zongwu took action in the south of the city last night."

In a burst of whispers and discussions, time reached the scheduled starting time. Some people got up and prepared to leave, and then they saw a small team of people running over. The banner behind these people belonged to the "Equitable King," "Dragon Sage."

This small team of people arrived at the square in front of the Great Martial Arts Hall, and after dismounting, they stopped at the notice board on the side of the road, took out a notice, and posted it there.

"What is that..."

The people watching the excitement were confused for a while, but then someone looked at the contents above and recited loudly.

"Equitable King's Order--"

"...In view of the Equitable Faction's past many illegal acts, disrespect for the 'Equitable Canon,' and the phenomenon of indiscriminate killing of innocent people...Now, the Equitable Faction Supervisory Department is established...It can supervise any illegal acts of the Equitable Faction people in the world according to the law. Any complaint must be investigated, and any investigation must be punished..."

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"It seems like...the Equitable King has set up a new yamen..."

"...Now, Xu Yong, the Deputy Chief of the Supervisory Department, is the General Manager of Supervisory Affairs in Jiangning...From today onwards, its office will be located in the old Martial Arts Yamen in Jiangning...From today onwards, anyone in the Equitable Faction's jurisdiction who has any grievances can go here and beat the drum to express their grievances...Anyone who has any evidence of illegal and criminal acts by the Equitable Faction people can go here to report and arrest people..."

"What's going on."

"I don't know..."

Among the crowd, some frowned, some were puzzled, and some retreated to the rear, with a look of sudden realization on their faces. At this moment, someone swung a large axe from the side and chopped at the post of the notice board, and there was a loud bang, and wood chips flew in the street.

The people who had just posted the notice had not gone far at this time, and turned their heads over there. The leader suddenly drew his knife, and in the nearby crowd, someone waved a giant hammer and smashed it towards the people. The leader suddenly avoided it, but one person in the rear was too late to avoid it and was smashed out with blood spurting from his mouth.

At that time, countless sounds were heard exploding before and after this street. Some waved axes, some waved hammers, some drew knives, some drew swords, some Greenwoodsmen shot to the distance, and other figures originally mixed in the crowd began to kill each other in an instant.

The giant man who had just smashed the notice-posting member with a hammer knocked down the figure behind him with one punch, and then stepped on another thin, tall man on the ground. While his companion was attacking these notice-posters, beside the notice board not far away, the figure who was waving the giant axe was stabbed through by two people who rushed up with their swords. The two people were then attacked by people in the rear, and several figures killed each other in a ball. Four or five people fell in the first round of fierce hacking.

In an instant, surprise attack and counterattack, the street was filled with blood, and figures dispersed and confronted each other. Everyone heard the giant hammer master's internal force bursting out, and the bloodthirsty voice resounded through the street: "I am Zuo Hao, the 'Giant Spirit God' under the command of 'Avici Executor'! Now, I am informing the world - He Wen is bewitched by demonic words, and without the permission of all parties of the Equitable Faction, he privately issued a chaotic order. Someone will preside over the matter of redressing grievances in the Equitable Faction, but it is not He Wen's turn to take the opportunity to kill people! In today's Jiangning City, this chaotic order, no one is allowed to post it--"

The same voice sounded on the side of posting the notice: "You are rebelling--"

Beside the notice board, a bloody figure stood shakily at the front: "I am Luan Bai of the 'Reading Society'. Today, whoever wants to destroy this order must step over my body!"

People far and near witnessed this scene.

The bloody fight unfolds.

At the same time, in the chaotic city, dozens of messengers were riding horses to spread this far-reaching order issued unilaterally by the Equitable King to the main streets of the city, and around these knights, one wave of fighting and clashes appeared.

The Equitable King wanted to issue such an order to everyone's eyes.

And the other four Kings wanted to show this resolute killing and confrontation to all parties in the world.

...

On the side of the bridge hole, the three figures slowly buried the corpse in the pit. They hadn't started filling the soil yet, when they saw a knight covered in blood running past while shouting.

"...What did he say?"

"...Shout...injustice?"

The little monk blinked.

...

In the central part of the city, closer to the north, the old yamen that used to belong to the Wu Dynasty had peeling paint and half-destroyed doors, but from last night to this moment, the place had gradually been cleaned up.

Xu Yong, the Deputy Chief of the newly established "Supervisory Department," was a thin middle-aged man. He swept the road in front of the yamen and sprinkled some water. There were not many people with him here, a team of soldiers, a few clerks, not even enough to support a small government office, but he didn't care. He just stood on the steps of the yamen, waiting for people to come.

No ordinary people came.

Figures had been gathering on the roads near the old yamen since not long ago. At this moment, a large number of banners began to flutter on the several long streets near this yamen. The subordinates of "King Reincarnation," "King Equality," "King High Heaven," and "King Yama" orderly blocked every road nearby, and guarded every city wall of the surrounding courtyards.

Chen Juefang, "Cold Crow," who commanded the "Undead Guard" under "King Reincarnation"; Jin Yongsheng, the "Human Character Number" General Manager under "King Equality"; Luo Yan, the Grand Vanguard "Mountain Opener" under "King High Heaven"; Peng Tiangang, the blade holder of the "Avici Executor" under "King Yama," and others came one after another and greeted Xu Yong.

"He Wen is crazy..."

"Rebelling against the four, insisting on creating a new Equitable Faction, he said that someone will come here today to shout injustice..."

"Everyone says there is no possibility..."

"Then today, everyone must take a close look..."

One street after another, one courtyard after another, banners fluttered. Including the Great Light Cult Leader Lin Zongwu and other masters, they gradually entered the agreed positions. Some built barricades and set up caltrops. Thousands of Greenwoodsmen, guest qing and masters from all sides of the Equitable Faction surrounded the area around the yamen within a lǐ, forming a strict fortress.

Outside the fortress, people began to watch all this at every street corner. Ordinary people were uneasy, well-wishers were excited, representatives of forces from all over the world watched coldly, and a large number of Greenwoodsmen felt boiling blood in the banners and names they saw. Perhaps only a few masters who had fought all the way to the finals of the martial arts tournament would feel lost here.

The Equitable Faction used all the resources of Jiangnan to this point, and finally split. And on this vast stage that has already been built, the whole world will see the clues of the world's people's hearts.

Scattered, seemingly warm-up-like killings are spreading in the distance of the city.

A tall figure walked out of the barricade guarded by "King Reincarnation" and began to speak on the street.

"I am the Guardian of the 'Great Light Cult,' 'Heavenly Saber' Tan Zheng! The Jiangning Conference was originally for the Equitable Faction parties to meet and discuss the future, but He Wen was bewitched by the demonic words of the Reading Society, acting arbitrarily, and plotting to seize power. He built this so-called Supervisory Department in order to eliminate dissidents, so that the Equitable Faction parties can listen to his orders alone without discussion... This person is obsessed with power and is already crazy--"

His voice, with the eruption of his internal force, echoed far away. At the same time, similar propaganda in various parts of the city had already begun.

"Monkey King" Li Yanfeng, wearing a set of green and gray short clothes, walked on the streets outside the "fortress," watching the faces on the streets, in the restaurants and teahouses, occasionally remembering the locations of several suspicious courtyards...

Ding Songnan was on the roof in the distance, looking at the scene of the city with binoculars...

After arranging the path for the members of the envoy to leave, An Xifu slightly disguised himself and walked all the way to the place in the city that was gradually becoming violent. He was looking for the missing members of the envoy...

On one side of the road where Tan Zheng was roaring loudly, the target An Xifu was looking for was passing through the pedestrians on the side of the road with You Hongzhu. At a certain moment, he even brushed shoulders with the "Monkey King" who was patrolling around.

At this moment, in the crowd, various figures had their own intentions. You Hongzhu, who was carrying a knife, and Liang Si, who was tall and slender, did not appear particularly conspicuous. They turned around nearby and saw Tan Zheng, Chen Juefang, the Undead Guard, and various other existences...

Fourth Senior Brother Kuang Wenbo, wearing a hideous mask covering the lower half of his face, was on the second floor of a house outside this "fortress," looking down at the situation on the nearby streets. He was holding a steel whip in one hand, and because of his strange appearance, he looked particularly majestic...

People who can be named, people who cannot be named, dozens of hundreds of large and small forces from all over the world, countless speculations and malice, have been intertwined with each other.

As people gathered, the roofs far and near were gradually filled with onlookers. Under the protection of Yue Yun, Yin Ping, and others, Zuo Xiuquan walked into a teahouse in the corner of the small square, and then discovered an unexpected figure.

He walked over with a smile, clasped his fists to the other party and the people around him, and sat down at the table.

"Master Qian, long time no see..."

In the old man's words, looking out from the window of the teahouse, above Jiangning City, was a forest of flags. And the most conspicuous one, surrounded by the crowd, was the battle flag of the Great Light Cult Leader Lin Zongwu, it carried the pressure of the "World's Number One" over the past many years, like a dazzling sun, to suppress all the waves in Jiangning City at this moment.

Gathering the most elite martial artists in the entire Jiangnan, residing among thousands of people, this was a position that Zhou Tong had never had in the past.

...

"Ning the Butcher has not arrived, can you pull out this flag?"

The two sides had some friendly conversations.

At a certain moment, Zuo Xiuquan asked curiously.

The teahouse fell silent.

Some young people looked at him with complex eyes.

The old man hurt your self-esteem...

This old man is just too outspoken...

Zuo Xiuquan picked up the teacup, understanding and reflecting in his heart.

"Hehe, it's not a big deal, the situation in Jiangnan has little to do with Jiangning..."

As an old man of high standing, he said with a smile to comfort him.

Qian Luoning thought about it over there and turned his head.

"Lord Zuo, this...we are not here to fight..."

"The old man understands..."

Zuo Xiuquan smiled, and politely smiled with the other party.

...

At a certain moment, they stood up from their positions.

...

The storm has arrived.