The First Killer God of the Tang Dynasty

The saying goes, "You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog." Shahudan himself didn't care about Zheng San, this lackey.

But if Zhang Yang were to kill Zheng San in front of so many people, Sha Hudan would be utterly humiliated.

"Men, seize him!"

Shahudan shouted, but the Uyghurs didn't make a move. Instead, a group of Longwu soldiers surrounded them.

The leader was a platoon leader in the Longwu Army named Xue Dingqing.

Holding a Tang-style sword in his hand, he looked at Zhang Yang with a mocking expression.

"Boy, you're incredibly audacious! To kill someone in front of a Uyghur, you're really courting death."

Zhang Yang looked at Xue Dingqing calmly.

He sneered, "What, you want to end up like Zheng San?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Dingqing's face turned pale.

Thinking back to Zhang Yang's move just now, it was as fast as lightning.

Zheng San didn't react at all, or rather, he didn't even notice, before his head fell to the ground.

Such skill is simply beyond the capabilities of the Dragon Martial Army!

A cold sweat broke out on his back, and in a daze, Xue Dingqing clearly saw the military knife in Zhang Yang's hand.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

Those are Longwu Army sabers. Some time ago, a group of elite Longwu Army cavalry disappeared.

Long Wujun has never been able to find out the reason.

Could it be...?

Upon realizing this, Xue Dingqing was so frightened that he quickly took a few steps back, his face turning ashen.

Holding the knife, he asked in a trembling voice, "How come you have a Dragon Martial Army knife in your hand?"

Zhang Yang remained calm and explained slowly.

"A few days ago, a group of Longwu soldiers died in battle against the Great Yan rebels. I avenged them, and General Li Siye of the Mo Dao team personally bestowed the swords upon us."

Of course, there's truth and falsehood in these words, it all depends on how Xue Dingqing interprets them.

Xue Dingqing frowned, his mind racing.

It should be noted that Li Siye was the greatest war god of the Tang Dynasty, and his Mo Dao troops were the top fighting force of the Tang Dynasty.

For these Dragon Warriors, even seeing the general was an impossible task.

Who does Zhang Yang think he is? A country bumpkin, a down-on-his-luck fellow. What ability does he have to meet a general?

At this moment, Guo Shitou, standing to the side, said proudly, "Listen to us! General Li not only bestowed these military swords upon us, but also appointed our eldest brother as the head of Guodu Town, in charge of all affairs in Guodu Town! Just now, our eldest brother killed Zheng San; that was insubordination, a crime deserving of death!"

These words shocked not only the Longwu Army and the Uyghurs.

The surrounding people sighed in dismay.

Most of these people were ordinary folks from Dujiabao and surrounding villages who had come to watch the spectacle. They didn't really believe that Zhang Yang, a rascal, could become the head of the village.

Just as Xue Dingqing was filled with trepidation, unsure whether the news was true or false, and whether Zhang Yang really had such a powerful backer.

"The Uyghur leader, Shahudan, said in a cold voice."

"Even General Li has no jurisdiction over us Uyghurs. You dared to kill my men; you will pay the price today! Dragon Martial Army, move out!"

At Shahudan's command, Xue Dingqing had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward, no matter how unwilling he was.

Zhang Yang didn't even glance at him. When Xue Dingqing charged at him with his knife, Zhang Yang didn't even draw his sword. He blocked with the scabbard and kicked Xue Dingqing away.

What Zhang Yang wanted was not just the fertile fields and military settlements; he also coveted the Uyghur military camp east of Guodu Town.

Besides, there are too many people today, so I can't just have the thought of killing someone.

Otherwise, it would not only disrupt the overall plans of the Tang Dynasty, but also harm the people of the entire Guodu Town.

The other brothers also held back, knowing that the matter was of utmost importance and could not be acted on a whim.

Only Shahudan, standing not far away, wore a mocking expression.

It's as if they just enjoy watching the people of the Tang Dynasty fight each other.

Just as he was feeling smug, Zhang Yang moved with lightning speed, and in a few steps he directly appeared in front of Shahudan.

The two Uyghur warriors were about to go and rescue Shahudan when Zhang Yang drew his sword, and two cold glints flashed.

The wrists of the two Uyghurs were cut, and their scimitars clattered to the ground.

boom!

Zhang Yang's elbow strike sent Shahudan flying several meters, and he followed up by stomping on Shahudan's chest.

His eyes were cold, and he held the knife straight to Shahudan's neck.

The voice was icy as it questioned, "Did you enjoy watching Tang Dynasty people kill Tang Dynasty people?"

Shahudan turned pale, his heart pounding with shock.

He was not only shocked by Zhang Yang's unparalleled skill, but also by the fact that Zhang Yang could see through his thoughts at a glance.

Seeing that Shahudan had been subdued by Zhang Yang, the others stopped fighting and quickly moved to Zhang Yang's side.

"Zhang Yang, if you release the Uyghur lord and something happens to him, you can't afford the consequences!"

Xue Dingqing roared at the top of his lungs.

If Shahudan dies, not only will Zhang Yang be unable to bear the responsibility, but even Xue Dingqing will be held accountable.

Zhang Yang, however, patted Shahudan's large, bearded face with the knife with a playful expression.

"You old Uyghur dog, hand over the fertile land you've seized from the people of Guodu Town, and withdraw from Tuntian Fort. I'll let you leave alive today."

To Zhang Yang's surprise, Shahudan was very tough.

With a sinister look on his face and gritting his teeth, he said, "Go ahead and do it! Let me tell you, even your emperor treats us Uyghurs with respect. Who do you think you are! You can't expect me to give back what we've taken in. The people of Guodu Town will be slaves of us Uyghurs for life!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang's expression changed.

Based on those words alone, Shahudan deserves to die ten times over.

Zhang Yang placed the blade precisely above Shahudan's throat, his voice as cold as the Grim Reaper.

"We, the people of the Great Tang, the pride of Heaven, will never be slaves. We prove our name with blood, and today we begin by beheading you!"

Now, Shahudan finally understood that Zhang Yang really dared to kill him.

Just as he was about to desperately call for help, a series of orderly and powerful marching sounds resounded throughout the entire town.

A large group of people carrying huge long-handled swords came towards them in a grand procession.

Although there were only fifty people, they gave people a sense of a massive army galloping in.

When the procession arrived in front of everyone, it quickly formed two lines, and a powerful warrior, over two meters tall, strode forward with firm and powerful steps.

Immediately afterwards, the messenger shouted loudly.

"The Great General of Divine Power, the General of the Flying Cavalry, Li Siye has arrived!"

The sound was deafening, and everyone knelt down on the ground in unison, not even daring to raise their heads.

In front of Li Siye, almost everyone felt like an ant.

They were facing a true god who had descended to earth.

Only Zhang Yang looked directly at Li Siye with a calm expression and questioned him.

"General, are you asking me to release this beast?"