Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 86 Today, the Wuwei Yamen exterminated the Zhao family and their followers. Fellow Jianghu people, please bear witness.

What alliance, what division of territory? All the hard work of Mr. Zhao Liu was said to be a joke!
This was something the Zhao family had been planning for several years. It laid the foundation for Zhao Changchun to advance his martial arts skills to a higher level, and was also the path for the Zhao family's expansion over the next hundred years.

Is this a joke?
In an instant, Zhao Changchun felt blood rushing to his heart and his eyes turned red.

A surge of innate energy rose up, Zhao Changchun took a step forward and grabbed Zhang Yuan's collar.

"You're looking for fucking death——"

A layer of green light like scales covered Zhao Changchun's palms. The qi and blood in his body combined with his innate qi energy, exuding a heart-pounding pressure.

Like a madman.

This is not the kind of coercive aura that an ordinary person in the early stage of the innate realm can possess!

Song Quan, the Xiantian realm elder of Yeshan Sect, narrowed his eyes and quietly took a step back.

Fortunately, I was wise and did not challenge Mr. Zhao Liu during the alliance meeting.

The strength of this Mr. Zhao Liu is terrifyingly strong.

On the other side, Xu Sanjin, an elder of the Gutian Sect who was also at the Xiantian realm, also had a look of fear in his eyes and clenched his fists.

In this world, fists and strength speak.

Mr. Zhang Er relied on his official status and did not take Mr. Zhao Liu seriously.

He probably would never know until his death that it would be easier for a strong person in the innate realm to kill him than to crush an ant.

The leaders of the villages in the Nine Forests area who had originally taken refuge with the Zhao family all had sneers on their faces.

Especially the village chiefs who were named, such as Feng Qubing, looked disdainful.

"Snapped--"

Mr. Zhao Liu's palm was blocked by Zhang Yuan.

Mr. Zhao Liu was stunned.

He knew how much force he had put into his grip.

Five thousand kilograms.

He has a secret treasure to refine his body, so the power of his every move is stronger than others.

The standard for entering the innate realm for the first time is two thousand pounds, or the strength of an ox.

Under the pressure of 5,000 kilograms of force, it would be impossible for anyone to withstand it unless they were at the Xiantian realm.

Zhang Yuan actually blocked the outstretched hand of Mr. Zhao Liu!
On the top of the mountain, everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes.

How can it be……

"You are, you are born——"

Mr. Zhao Liu screamed and tried to pull his hand back, but found that his hand was held by Zhang Yuan and he couldn't pull it back!

Zhang Yuan grabbed Mr. Zhao Liu's palm with his right hand and twisted his wrist.

"Click——"

Mr. Zhao Liu's palm was broken.

This is a crushing defeat of absolute strength.

The force of Zhang Yuan's twist exceeded ten thousand pounds!

"what--"

Mr. Zhao Liu let out a scream, and his other hand, with a whistling green light, chopped down towards Zhang Yuan's head.

Zhang Yuan didn't give him a chance.

When Zhang Yuan takes action, he never gives his enemy a chance.

The right hand holding Mr. Zhao Liu's palm pulled back.

"Snapped--"

One of Mr. Zhao Liu's arms was torn off directly.

The moment he tore off Mr. Zhao Liu's arm, Zhang Yuan had already taken a step forward, with his left shoulder forward and his waist bent to push forward.

Tieshan leans against.

"Bam—"

Mr. Zhao Liu's body flew backwards, bumping into four or five mountain stronghold leaders, and then crashing into a crooked pine tree five meters away.

"Click——"

The broken branches extending from the trunk pierced Zhao Liuye's back, penetrated his heart and lungs, and hung him on the crooked tree.

A stream of innate energy dissipated and rose several feet high.

died.

The leader is dead.

Zhao Changchun, a powerful Xiantian realm master who dominated the Luyang Prefecture martial arts world and established the Jiulin League, died just like that.

Died on a crooked tree.

Zhang Yuan seemed to have crushed an ant to death.

There was silence on the top of Jiulin Mountain.

Everyone forgot to breathe and stared blankly at Zhang Yuan, then looked at Mr. Zhao Liu whose body was still twitching.

I never expected a scene like today.

What kind of strong man can kill the Sixth Master of the Zhao family with one blow?

The body of a person in the Xiantian realm is countless times harder than a tree branch. With the Xiantian true essence protecting his body, how could a tree branch possibly pierce Mr. Zhao Liu's body?
The only reason was that when Zhang Yuan knocked Zhao Liuye away with one blow, Zhao Liuye's internal organs had already been shattered.

He was already dead before he hit the branch...

The thought of this makes one feel cold.

"Feng Qubing, the leader of Wushan Village, controls more than fifty bandits. They plunder villages and towns around Wushan and kill many civilians. He should be executed." Zhang Yuan's voice sounded.

The voice was calm, as if telling an ordinary story.

But to Feng Qubing, it sounded like a devilish sound that was taking his life!
Feng Qubing, trembling all over, screamed and turned around to escape.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward, and the bluestone under his feet exploded. In an instant, he was behind him and punched him down.

"Bam—"

The headless body fell to the ground.

"Gong Changshu of Baishanhe Water Stronghold should be executed." Turning around, Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on the middle-aged warrior with his legs swinging.

"Second Master, spare me—"

Before he could utter the word "life", Zhang Yuan had already crossed three meters and smashed his head with one palm.

On the top of Jiulin Mountain, Zhang Yuan killed one person every time he read their name.

The whistling wind from the mountain merged with the sound of his running body.

The shrill sound of fists coincided with the wailing and begging for mercy.

……

At the foot of Jiulin Mountain, when the innate energy column on the top of the mountain dissipated, Chen Wu stuffed a copper whistle into his mouth.

"Shh-"

A sharp whistle blew, making everyone turn their heads.

"puff--"

"puff--"

"puff--"

The sounds of crossbow arrows piercing bodies were continuous.

Zhao Yu was protected by two warriors in the distance. He watched as the black-armored soldiers beside the wooden platform spread out, formed a line, and fired arrows continuously with their crossbows.

Ten arrows in a box.

Everyone emptied their three quivers before throwing away their bows and crossbows and unsheathing their long swords.

At this time, most of the Zhao family members near the wooden platform had been shot to death.

Blood flowed and arrows were like grass.

Chen Wu, wearing black armor and holding a long sword, strode forward. In front of him was Zhao Guangyu, a master of the Zhao family, who was roaring and holding a thick wooden board in his hand.

Even though a reward of five taels of silver was offered on the stage, no one challenged the master of the Zhao family.

Ten steps away, Chen Wu exerted force on his feet and his speed suddenly increased.

One step is two feet, and when the man arrives, the sword will follow.

"Zheng——"

The knife uses the momentum, held with both hands, to chop off the head.

The army is upright and murderous.

Zhao Guangyu held the wooden board with the crossbow arrow in his hands and rushed towards the falling long sword.

"Bam—"

The long knife cut through the wooden board, slid down Zhao Guangyu's head and sternum.

A knife.

Zhao Guangyu, a master of the Zhao family, died.

The Zhao family members who had followed Zhao Guangyu in the counterattack screamed and fled.

"This guy is so powerful..." Zhao Yu saw clearly from a distance that Chen Wu killed Zhao Guangyu with only one knife.

"His swordsmanship is very advanced, and he has reached the middle stage of the acquired realm. He is considered an elite among the younger generation in the county government." Aunt Wu, who was standing in front of Zhao Yu, spoke in a low voice with bright eyes.

"Formation——"

Huang Sanliang's voice rang out.

Five black-armored guards holding long swords spread out in groups and surrounded the remaining Zhao family warriors.

There are three thousand martial artists here.

These three thousand warriors just watched as a team of black-armored guards surrounded and killed the Zhao family.

The swords and knives of the Zhao family warriors could only create a string of sparks when they hit the armor.

But if that armor-clad arm hits someone, it can make them vomit blood.

A formation of five people, three attacking and two defending, can kill a Zhao family member in the post-natal realm with just three or two moves.

A strange scene unfolded at the foot of Jiulin Mountain.

One hundred men in black armor, surrounded by more than three thousand martial artists, killed all the Zhao family members around the platform.

The blood turned into a trickle of water.

……

On the top of Jiulin Mountain, Zhang Yuan slowly withdrew the palm that had crushed the neck bones of a village chief and slowly turned his head.

Around them, the remaining thirty or so sect masters and leaders of various forces were all trembling with fear, and their backs felt cold.

Dozens of bodies were lying on the ground around Zhang Yuan.

Mr. Zhao Liu was in the Xiantian realm, Gong Changshu was in the late postnatal realm, none of these dead people were below the middle postnatal realm.

"The Zhao family of Jiulin County has been a disaster. Zhao Changchun, under the name Black Tiger, wreaked havoc on the martial arts world. He also used his position as a Black Tiger lieutenant to abuse public resources for personal gain. Today, the Wuwei Yamen will exterminate the Zhao family and their followers. Fellow martial artists, bear witness."

Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly swept over and he said softly, "Who has any objections?"

(End of this chapter)