The Emperor is Above

Chapter 289 Your Excellency, I have something to say.

Kill people! Zhonghang Shuo's attitude was very clear.

Live! Qing Yi's attitude became more resolute.

"Boom bang bang-"

The battle started without any nonsense and instantly reached its most intense stage.

The originally narrow streets, walls and houses on both sides had collapsed when the six powerful men from the Worship Hall fought each other, and everything within a hundred feet was reduced to ruins.

As Zhonghang Shuo and Qing Yi fought fiercely, countless broken bricks and stones splashed everywhere. Several nearby beams and pillars as thick as human legs were hit by the fragments and made crackling sounds.

Some rafters as thick as arms were broken by the broken bricks and stones. This horrific scene frightened the surrounding city guards, who retreated to a distance one after another.

However, even after retreating to fifty or sixty feet away, more than a dozen city guards were still hit by the brick and stone fragments and fell to the ground instantly, screaming in agony.

Fortunately, the fine armor on their bodies meant that their lives were not in danger. At most, they broke a few bones, and they would recover in a few days after applying magical medicine.

The rest of the city guards carried their comrades in panic and continued to retreat, while also trying their best to stop the large number of people from the country who came to watch the excitement. The people from the capital really didn't care about their lives just to watch the excitement.

As the battle between Qing Yi and Zhong Xingshuo became more intense and prolonged, everyone's face was filled with shock, whether it was the strong men from the Worship Hall or the city guards who were watching.

It was thought that no matter how talented Qing Yi was, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy after all, and would be killed tragically in an instant at the hands of the great priest Zhong Xingshuo. However, unexpectedly, the battle lasted much longer than anyone expected.

Facing Zhonghang Shuo's fierce and violent attacks, Qingyi was like a spider silk swaying in the wind and rain. Whenever everyone thought he was going to die in the next moment, he could always grab a glimmer of hope and hold on.

As the battle lasted longer and longer, Zhonghang Shuo's expression became more and more embarrassed. He never expected that Qing Yi, who was not even sixteen years old, had a combat capability comparable to that of a lower-level second-rank warrior.

When Xing Boyun was promoted to the sixth-rank upper-armor soldier at the age of eighteen, he was touted by Zhonghang Huan and Qi Xi as the number one young genius of Xing State. Qing Yi had the strength comparable to that of a second-rank scholar at the age of sixteen. Could it be that he would become the third first-rank grandmaster of Xing State at the age of twenty?

Thinking of this, Zhong Xingshuo felt both bitter and jealous. As Qianye Weng's chief disciple, he had been a famous cultivation genius in Xing State for the past thirty years, and was even regarded as the third grandmaster of Xing State in the future.

However, compared with Qing Yi's progress in practice, Zhong Xingshuo found that the experience he was proud of was nothing at all. Besides being jealous, he also felt a little regretful for offending such a young genius.

But then he made up his mind. Zhonghang clan had already offended this young genius, so he might as well go all out and not let him continue to grow.

Thinking of this, Zhong Xingshuo didn't want to delay any longer, otherwise even if he killed Qing Yi, his powerful image would be affected.

He immediately formed his left hand into a claw and scratched three deep bloody marks on his cheek, which immediately shocked Yun Shengyan and he exclaimed, "The oath of tattooing! Zhonghang Shuo is going to fight to the death!"

"Alas, one is the chief priest of the Worship Hall, the other is a rare genius in the country, why would they fight to the death?" The captain of the city guard army, Qiu Yuan, also had a gloomy expression. He was only at the fourth-grade martial artist level and was completely unable to intervene in this fierce battle.

Of course, he did not sit idly by and watch Qing Yi being killed. He kept looking towards the middle city and the upper city, and said anxiously, "It has been nearly two quarters of an hour since the incident. The messenger sent out should have arrived long ago. Why haven't you and the ministers appeared yet?"

Qing Yi held a three-foot-long copper sword in his hand, concentrating on resisting Zhong Hang Shuo's attacks, which were becoming more and more fierce. While feeling relieved, he was also secretly groaning.

Fortunately, Yun Shengyan, Yue Chengqing and Linghu Ming had stopped Zhong Xingshuo for a while, and took advantage of that time to quickly practice Taiyi Qi Refining Technique, which eventually allowed the injured arms to recover a lot, giving them a little strength to fight back.

In addition, the reason why he was able to escape danger many times was also thanks to the magical power of his divine eye, which enabled him to judge Zhong Xingshuo's attack intentions in advance every time.

However, as Zhonghang Shuo became increasingly furious and mobilized all his energy with the oath of tattooing, he attacked with the most brutal method possible, even at the cost of mutual destruction. Qing Yi felt that he could not hold on for much longer, and even Pan Qing had no good solution.

After all, Qing Yi's true strength is still far inferior to that of a second-grade judge. He had been able to hold on before with the help of Taiyi Qi Refining Technique and the divine eye ability, but now he feels a little exhausted.

"The Lord is here, the Lord is here!" With the cheers of the city guard captain Qiu Yuan, Yun Shengyan, Yue Chengqing and Linghu Ming immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Ce and Wei Yuan looked at each other and a trace of helplessness emerged in their eyes.

Xing Hou was wearing a set of luxurious armor inlaid with gold and silver, riding a fourth-grade Ye horse with flaming hooves on all four sides, holding a purple-gold halberd nearly two meters long, and walking in front with a gloomy face.

Behind him were the four Black Armor Cavalry commanders Gongshu Liao, Xing Shuming, Taishu Bingxin and Liangqiu Juzhong. Gongshu Liao had not led the army since he was injured in the battle of Sheri City, so serving as the Black Armor Cavalry commander was a way for him to enjoy his retirement.

After the Black Armor Cavalry, the four senior ministers and four junior ministers each led their retainers to the scene. Each of them looked at the ruins covering a hundred feet in radius, the bruised and battered city guards, the wailing people in the distance, and many more people who were watching the excitement, and they could not help but shake their heads with gloomy faces.

However, even though Xing Hou had arrived at the scene, Zhonghang Shuo still attacked Qing Yi frantically. He had sensed that the young man was at the end of his strength and was determined to kill him.

Seeing this scene, Xing Hou's face became more gloomy and solemn, and he shouted angrily: "Zhonghang Shuo, why don't you stop?"

Practitioners are naturally quick-witted and have sharp ears and eyes, and as a second-grade judge, he is even more observant. However, at this moment, he seemed to have heard nothing, and acted like a madman with no intention of stopping at all.

"Hey——"

At this time, an old man shouted angrily in the air, "You traitor, how dare you be rude in front of the Lord?"

Before he finished speaking, Xing Shuo seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He was knocked back more than ten feet, and a lot of wood and stone debris flew away. However, he did not dare to resist the person who attacked him.

Qing Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a red-crowned crane with a wingspan of 20 to 30 feet and bright feathers slowly landing. On the crane's back was an elegant middle-aged man in his forties and an old man with extremely luxurious clothes and white hair and beard.

It seems that this is Zhonghang Shuo's master, Qianye Weng, one of the two first-rank grandmasters of Xing State. Just by looking at his clothes and the third-rank red-crowned crane, you can tell that he really pays attention to the scene, unlike Old Man Shi who pays attention to practicality.

Before Qing Yi could think more, he felt a force of energy locking onto him. Then Qianye Weng stared at him with cold eyes, and imprisoned him out of thin air. He grabbed him and pressed him to the ground in front of Xing Hou, completely treating him as a criminal.

"My lord, please forgive me. Xiao Shuo has always had a quick temper since he was young, and he does things without any respect." Qianye Weng stepped slowly into the air, with a hint of showing off in his expression.

With a hint of smile on his face, he nodded and said, "I have also heard about what happened just now. This country boy was arrogant and domineering. He did not think about the Lord's respect and kindness, and dared to murder the young master in the capital.

Xiao Shuo was also infuriated by this, so he tried to kill the boy, but he didn't expect that he had the strength comparable to that of a second-grade combat master. After a fierce battle, many people around him were killed or injured. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

This was the first time Qing Yi felt such humiliation, and he was furious. He didn't expect that before the king Xing Hou even said anything, Qianye Weng treated him like a criminal.

In particular, his words were also putting pressure on Xing Hou, implicitly putting the blame on himself, and Zhonghang Shuo became a loyal follower.

Yun Shengyan and Yue Chengqing opened their mouths to say something, but were stared at by Qianye Weng's sharp eyes. In the end, they nodded and did not dare to speak.

Linghu Ming once again spoke up unexpectedly: "My Lord, there are many evil spirits hiding in the capital. When the three of us patrolled the lower city today, we killed three cat ghosts and servants. It is not clear what our intention was."

"understood!"

Xing Hou waved his hand to signal Linghu Ming to disperse. Anger was evident on his face, but his eyes seemed thoughtful.

He pointed at the ruins of a hundred feet in radius, the dozen or so corpses that the city guards had cleared, and the angry people in the distance, and shouted angrily: "The people of the capital are all my subjects, and they have lived and worked in peace and contentment in the capital for hundreds of years.

In the past hundred years, the Xianyu army has not invaded, and the people of the Black Wind Tribe and Jiming Lake have not dared to invade, but unexpectedly they were killed tragically at the hands of the worshippers and vassals of the Gongfeng Hall. "

Qianye Weng did not expect that Xing Hou did not deal with Qing Yi according to his wishes, and put all the responsibility on this country boy. He could not help but look a little gloomy.

Qing Yi took this opportunity to finally break free from Qianye Weng's shackles and shouted, "Your Excellency, I have something to say."

(End of this chapter)