Besides the Sword Practitioners at the Saint level present, no one could observe the existence of the Spirit Servants. Even the descent of the four Yin Corpses, with the surging ultimate Yin and freezing aura, made their hairs stand on end, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Ordinary soldiers felt fear from the bottom of their hearts, like listening to ghost stories in childhood, fearing the illusory ghosts and gods.
The two Saints of the Divine Sharp Army exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming solemn. If they didn't have complete trust in the source of the information, they would suspect they were pursuing the wrong enemy.
That fatuous and sensual昏君 actually had such cultivation.
Apart from the 昏君 himself, the aura of the four evil beings and two wronged souls was terrifying, all at the level of Minor Grandmasters.
Such a powerful person was actually willing to be a puppet emperor, manipulated by others?
The two Saints from the Ministry of Justice felt a chill in their hearts. Beast King shouted sternly, "Who dares to trespass into the Ministry of Justice?"
Having witnessed the opponent's strength, they preferred to communicate first before considering whether to fight to the death.
However, the senior generals of the City Defense Army knew better. A young general carrying a spear took the lead, saying, "Those who trespass into the Ministry of Justice shall be killed without mercy."
Pointing his spear, he didn't give the Saints of the Ministry of Justice a chance to speak, and ordered his subordinates: "Attack!"
Immediately, more than twenty brave soldiers hardened their hearts and charged forward with their sabers, while more than ten archers drew their bows and shot fiercely.
Zhang Yuanqing remained motionless, letting the arrows hit him, and raised his head to let out a sharp scream, a Mental Strike!
Bang bang bang!
The brave soldiers who charged with sabers fell to the ground one after another, dying on the spot. The archers in the back also bled from their seven orifices, their souls torn apart.
Ordinary people couldn't withstand a level 5 Saint's group attack skill. With a single Mental Strike, more than thirty brave soldiers of the City Defense Army died on the spot.
The Extraordinary Realm platoon leaders and centurions lost their combat power one after another. After clearing out the small monsters, Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and said, "Go!"
The four Yin Corpses and two Spirit Servants immediately pounced on the Saints of the City Defense Army, Ministry of Justice, and Divine Sharp Army. Zhang Yuanqing summoned his daggers, concealed his figure, and waited for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, causing chaos on the scene.
The combat power of Yin Corpses at the Saint level was weaker than that of The Way of the Extraordinary of the same level, and naturally weaker than ancient cultivators, but their advantage was that they were not afraid of death, dared to trade their lives for others, and were refined by the bewitching demon, making them extremely good at melee combat.
Therefore, even if the Saints present could suppress the Yin Corpses, they couldn't destroy them in a short time.
Zhang Yuanqing appeared from time to time, attacking the Fire Demon Sword Practitioner and the Plague God, creating bleeding wounds on the enemies each time.
After stabbing the Fire Demon in the chest with a dagger, Zhang Yuanqing used Night Tour to hide again, put on the Yin-Yang magic robe, and summoned two Water Dragons, turning them into a torrential rain.
Then, he took out the Thunder God Mark and stuck it on his forehead, his body bursting with bright blue electric light.
In an instant, electric plasma and blood effects covered the entire field with the rain.
After leaving the Ministry of Justice, Hongjige ran wildly through the streets. The dense crowd prevented him from opening up his speed. After receiving several fierce kicks from the Red Dance Shoes, Hongjige jumped onto the roof and started running around the city.
The "da da" sound behind him followed like a shadow. The speed of a Saint was naturally faster than that of the Red Dance Shoes, but the former was a perpetual motion machine, a rule-based item. Once the chase was launched, mountains would have to lose their edges and the earth would have to combine before it would break the vow with you.
Fortunately, the City Defense Army was all attracted to the Ministry of Justice, and no one was paying attention to him, a rogue running high and low. Normally, the City Defense Army would have shot him down with an arrow.
After running for a quarter of an hour, starlight rose ahead, and the Primordial Celestial Venerable after disguise walked out of the starlight.
Zhang Yuanqing cancelled the pursuit order, appeased the Red Dance Shoes, obtained the agreement to "postpone the payment of the price," and then looked at Hongjige and said, "Follow me."
Hongjige rubbed his shoulders and back that had been kicked painfully, and asked, "Where are we going? How many people did you kill in the Ministry of Justice?"
"Four Saints," Zhang Yuanqing responded casually, "I didn't kill the Saints of the Divine Sharp Army, I feel they are useful. I swallowed the spirits of two high-ranking officers of the City Defense Army. I'll devour them later. I'll take you to meet Jingwei first."
Jingwei was taken away by Wang Beiwang. Although it happened suddenly and they didn't agree on a meeting place, Zhang Yuanqing knew that Wang Beiwang would definitely return to their foothold in the west of the city.
That was the only foothold known to both parties, the other being Wang Beiwang's home, the elder's residence.
Zheng Wenshi, wearing armor and carrying a long sword, led a team of fifty people into the Ministry of Justice and arrived at the scene of the battle.
Looking around, the bluestone floor tiles were cracked, the pavilions collapsed, broken tiles and beams were lying everywhere, and more than forty corpses were neatly arranged, covered with white cloth.
The Plague God of the Ministry of Justice directed the clearing of the scene and the collection of the corpses with a painful expression. Seeing Zheng Wenshi arrive, the Plague God of the Ministry of Justice straightened his face and greeted him: "General Zheng!"
The person in front of him was in charge of the Second Battalion of the City Defense Army, a total of four thousand people. Although his official position was fifth rank, he held military power in his hands. Moreover, he was the younger brother of Zheng Xiang, Zheng Wenhan.
Zheng Wenqian was a peak Minor Grandmaster, only one step away from becoming a Saint.
Regardless of family background, power, or cultivation, Zheng Wenshi was a pivotal figure in the Southern Dynasty. It was said that Zheng Xiang had strongly recommended his younger brother Zheng Wenshi to lead 50,000 elite soldiers to guard Linxia City, but he was intercepted by the Qilin son of the Yang family.
Zheng Wenshi mainly cultivated swordsmanship and supplemented it with water control. He had both the sharpness and majesty of a Sword Practitioner, and the gloom of a Water Ghost.
He scanned the corpses covered with white cloth and said coldly, "Have the thieves been captured?"
The Plague God of the Ministry of Justice shook his head and said, "The thieves have god-like strength, killed four Minor Grandmasters and more than ten City Defense Army generals, and left arrogantly, even taking their corpses with them."
After a pause, he added, "Three Saints are chasing the thieves, and they have already fled."
"General Zheng, I heard one of the three thieves shout: 昏君?"
Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Wenshi's eyes were like knives, instantly pinning him down. The Plague God of the Ministry of Justice immediately fell silent.
Zheng Wenshi said lightly, "His Majesty 昏君 is wise and martial, residing in the Imperial Palace, how could he appear here? Furthermore, His Majesty is not a cultivator. Do your job well and don't make wild speculations!"
"Yes, yes." The Plague God of the Ministry of Justice nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Yuanqing led Hongjige over the gray brick wall and saw Jiang Jingwei and Xiuer sitting in the courtyard, each holding a large white steamed bun filled with minced meat.
The two were eating with greasy mouths. Wang Beiwang sat beside them, holding a teacup in his hand, turning it anxiously with his fingertips.
Seeing the two return safely, Wang Beiwang was relieved, and then looked at Zhang Yuanqing with a complicated expression and said, "Thank you."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't waste words and said in a deep voice, "Take Xiuer and your parents and leave the capital, go somewhere else to hide!"