Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Hans's final roar was abruptly cut off, and his struggling body froze instantly.

His head flew into the air, tumbled half a circle in the air, and landed heavily.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, and warm blood flowed wildly through the cracks in the floorboards, staining the entire second-floor floor red.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, and the severed head lay in the center of the blood-soaked ground, its eyes wide open, filled with extreme terror and resentment.

On the second floor, the corpses of thirty-seven foreign soldiers lay scattered about, dark red blood seeping down through the cracks in the floorboards.

Li Xin glanced down at the corpses scattered on the ground, bent down to pick up two large burlap sacks from the corner of the wall, raised his hand and swiftly and decisively cut off the heads one by one, neatly stacking them into the sacks.

The movements were swift, without the slightest pause or hesitation.

The openings of the bags were tightened, and the two heavy burlap sacks weighed down in my hands, looking rather cumbersome.

Every head in the bag is a form of retribution.

After packing the last head, Li Xin picked up the sack with one hand, turned around, and slowly walked down from the restaurant.

As the evening breeze gradually subsided, the smoke from the gunpowder fire slowly settled in the streets and alleys.

On the long street, which was a mess, there were craters, broken beams and pillars, broken tiles, and wisps of smoke and flickering embers from several houses that had been set ablaze.

The sky was overcast and gloomy, with scattered embers flickering. The entire post-war street was desolate and lifeless, with only the scars silently telling the story of the bloodshed that had just occurred.

Li Xin carried a sack full of foreign heads and walked along the dilapidated street toward the embassy district in the eastern suburbs of Beijing.

The embassy district was an area exclusively for foreigners to reside, work, and live in. It was heavily fortified and heavily guarded, and for many years it was a lawless zone for foreigners in the Qing Dynasty.

Normally, neither government officials nor ordinary people dared to approach him easily.

The foreign soldiers stationed there were arrogant and domineering, bullying the Chinese people for years and disregarding the laws of the Qing Dynasty.

As he traveled along the way, the remaining civilians, patrolling constables, and low-ranking officials all saw this young man in blue robes carrying a burlap sack and exuding a cold and austere aura.

Looking at the blood-dripping sack, although no one knew what was inside, everyone could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from it.

Everyone was terrified and quickly gave way.

The astonishing news spread rapidly along the long street, and countless people along the way, filled with trepidation, excitement, and curiosity, followed and gathered to watch, and the crowd grew longer and longer.

The people on the street crowded together, whispering among themselves, their faces trembling, their eyes fixed on Li Xin's tall and straight back.

"Is that Li Xin, the martial arts champion of our Great Qing Dynasty? He was the one who single-handedly slaughtered an entire squad of foreign gunmen..."

"I saw with my own eyes that the whole street was filled with gunfire and the walls were blown to pieces, but he was completely unharmed and even turned the tables and wiped out the foreigners."

"This sack is heavy; it must contain the heads of those foreign devils..."

"These foreigners have been arrogant and domineering for many years. Relying on their foreign guns and cannons, they have run rampant in the capital, killing people at will. The government has always only tolerated and backed down."

Finally, someone has taught them a lesson! These are the true, upright men of China!

Many people watched with their blood boiling, clenching their fists and sighing softly, their eyes brimming with long-lost ecstasy and awe.

The humiliation and resentment accumulated over the decades were swept away by Li Xin's iron-blooded sharpness today.

More and more people gathered along the way, forming layers of crowds, and no one dared to make a loud noise.

All eyes were fixed on the figure in blue robes carrying a blood bag and walking with a composed gait.

Along the way, Qing constables, gentry and officials all turned pale, their hands and feet were ice-cold, and they stood frozen in place, unable to move.

They knew in their hearts that today's events were earth-shattering and would inevitably provoke fierce pressure from other countries, causing violent upheaval in the court.

But the foreigners started the war and massacred civilians first, and Li Xin's actions were an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. They couldn't refute him at all, and a long-lost sense of confidence quietly arose in their hearts.

When the Qing soldiers stationed on the street saw Li Xin approaching from afar, they all instinctively retreated and avoided him, and no one dared to block his way.

Faced with this young man who single-handedly slaughtered all the foreign soldiers and was fearless of gunfire, they felt nothing but utter awe and fear.

They all stepped aside, bowed their heads and held their breath, not daring to look directly at that aloof and upright figure.

At the same time, foreigners patrolling outside the embassies, stationed soldiers, and foreign officials immediately noticed Li Xin approaching step by step.

As he walked steadily towards them, carrying a heavy burlap sack in one hand and exuding a chilling aura, all the foreigners instantly became alert, quickly gathering in a defensive posture, their eyes fierce and their faces hostile as they stared intently at the young man from the Qing Dynasty.

Within moments, the entrance to the Japanese embassy was crowded with people.

Ordinary people, Qing soldiers, Qing officials, and foreigners from various countries were all mixed together, packed in layers, making it impossible to move.

Without exception, all eyes in the room were fixed on Li Xin.

Ignoring all the gazes of the crowd, Li Xin remained calm and walked straight to the main gate of the Japanese Empire's embassy.

Under the shocked, fearful, curious, and awe-inspiring gazes of countless people.

He raised his hand and with a flick of his wrist, dumped the sack filled with thirty-seven foreign heads onto the ground.

Splash...

Thirty-seven blood-stained, grotesque, and horribly mutilated foreign heads rolled out one after another.

The strong, pungent smell of blood instantly swept across the entire embassy entrance, making everyone present gasp for breath.

Li Xin bent down and neatly arranged the scattered heads one by one.

A solemn and awe-inspiring mound of Jingguan (a type of ancient Chinese mound) has taken shape.

This mound of heads, made up of thirty-seven Japanese pirate heads, stands firmly in front of the main gate of the Japanese embassy.

Dark red blood slowly flowed down the gaps in the skull, staining the entire bluestone ground. The scene was glaringly murderous, and the extreme bloody pressure instantly silenced the entire place.

On the bluestone ground, heads were piled up into mounds, and blood flowed in a winding stream, covering the stone steps in front of the door.

Without wind, without flags, without drums, without formations, all alone, with a single sword and a single move, he slaughtered the invading enemy troops in the heart of the capital, and established his authority at the main gate of the enemy embassy.

The air in front of the embassy seemed to be sucked out instantly, and all the noise and commotion disappeared.

The crowd, who had been whispering amongst themselves, suddenly fell silent, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on their throats.

No one deliberately kept quiet; the entire street was eerily quiet. Only the afternoon breeze slowly swept by, carrying a heavy stench of blood that permeated all directions, making the blood-red mound of corpses before them appear even more grim and glaring.

After a brief silence, the Japanese embassy district erupted in chaos, with furious roars echoing through the air.

"Insolence! How dare you!"

Dozens of elite Japanese soldiers stationed at the embassy, ​​armed with rifles and swords, stormed out of the embassy gates, their eyes fierce and murderous, and instantly surrounded Li Xin.

The captain of the guard's face was ashen, his eyes filled with rage and humiliation. He gritted his teeth and roared, "You audacious madman! How dare you slaughter imperial soldiers and pile up their heads into a mound! You are openly challenging the majesty of the empire! You are courting death!"

The group of foreign soldiers, their faces filled with resentment, all raised their guns and aimed them at Li Xin, their fingers tightly gripping the triggers, ready to fire at any moment.

They wanted to kill Li Xin on the spot to save face.

The onlookers felt a sudden tightness in their chests, holding their breath and secretly worrying.

Li Xin slowly raised his eyes and smiled, "You trespassed into the capital, opened fire with guns and cannons, and slaughtered civilians. Every single one of these acts is a capital offense."

"I am killing these people today to tell you that there are some things you cannot do, or you will die."

His gaze swept over the solemnly standing mound of Jing, landing on the group of foreigners who were all bluster and no substance, their guns trembling. His tone was calm yet his authority was overwhelming: "Aren't you just relying on your guns to run rampant? What, you dare not move?"

After waiting a while, Li Xin said again:

"If people from other countries set foot in China, they can avoid trouble by keeping to themselves and being law-abiding."

If anyone oppresses the Chinese people or recklessly uses guns, I wouldn't mind building a few more Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

I'm giving you this chance today. If there's a next time, I'll raze this place to the ground... Don't say I didn't warn you.

"Utterly arrogant! Shoot him! Kill him!" The captain of the guard was completely enraged and roared furiously, decisively ordering the firing.

In an instant, gunshots rang out and sparks exploded.

Dozens of foreign guns opened fire simultaneously, a dense barrage of bullets crisscrossing and covering the sky, weaving a deadly net of bullets that swept towards Li Xin, an overwhelming killing intent enveloping the entire scene.

The onlookers were so frightened that they retreated, screamed, and dodged, causing a moment of chaos.

The foreign officials present watched coldly, their eyes filled with sinister certainty, convinced that Li Xin was doomed under such an unsolvable net of gunfire.

In their conventional wisdom, human strength is ultimately limited and can never withstand the absolute firepower of firearms.

But the next second, an extreme shock that overturned everyone's understanding descended upon the entire audience once again.

In the instant the gunfire exploded, Li Xin's figure suddenly became ethereal, his steps as swift as the wind, and his entire body instantly merged into the sultry afternoon breeze.

The dense barrage of bullets all missed their mark, passing through afterimages and landing in empty space, not even touching his clothes.

Before the foreign soldiers could reload, fire a second round, or adjust their formation, Li Xin suddenly surged forward, instantly charging into the center of the crowd.

A new round of one-sided, bloody slaughter has suddenly begun.

In front of the embassy, ​​Li Xin moved about, his body twisting and turning unpredictably. He engaged in close combat, spun around and swept across, his attacks advancing layer by layer, his movements domineering and forceful.

The soldiers who were blocking the way raised their hands to parry with their guns and brandished their knives to intercept them head-on, attempting to block the way with their dense formation.

When weapons collide and the body is subjected to force, an invisible, penetrating force penetrates through clothing and firearms, causing gun barrels to bend, military knives to shatter, and human bones to break layer by layer.

The foreign soldiers lost their balance and fell to the ground one after another in the head-on clash, their limbs torn apart and blood gushing out. Some struggled to fight back, while others hurriedly dodged, but in the end, they were all overwhelmed by the continuous offensive.

The bluestone ground was cracked with fine lines, the edges of the stone steps in front of the door were broken and fell off, and the broken stones mixed with blood flowed freely, covering the entire open space in front of the door.

Gunshots exploded one after another, and all the foreign soldiers formed a line in front, holding their guns and preparing to fight back.

In the instant of close combat, a strange twisting force dissipated all the linear momentum, and a powerful, hidden force rebounded and erupted.

Just as someone's fingertip pulled the trigger, their wrist suddenly bent and snapped, extinguishing the muzzle flash instantly.

Someone swung their knife with all their might, but before the blade even reached the body, the arm was already broken into pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Some people huddled together and charged at the blockade, but were struck head-on in the chest by a tremendous force. Their bodies were suddenly lifted off the ground and flew backward, crashing onto the stone steps, causing stone chips to fly everywhere and cracks to spread.

Ripples of energy spread outwards, shattering bones and splattering blood.

Bricks and stones crumbled, dust billowed, and the fierce attack covered an area of ​​several meters, leaving no one able to escape or dodge.

Dozens of elite embassy soldiers fell to the ground one after another, their bodies disintegrating and limbs flying everywhere. Within a few breaths, there were no more foreign soldiers standing in front of the gate.

The floor tiles were cracked and warped in large areas, the edges of the stone steps collapsed and dented, and dark red blood seeped into the entire open bluestone ground in front of the door.

The last few foreigners who were lucky enough to survive were utterly terrified. They threw down their guns and knives, their legs went weak, and they knelt down begging for mercy, trembling like leaves. They were no longer the arrogant and domineering people they once were.

The iron-fisted purge has no leniency, and no evildoer has ever escaped punishment.

Li Xin acted ruthlessly, killing them all and completely eliminating all foreigners in front of the embassy, ​​leaving no future trouble.

Blood flowed like a river in front of the gate, and corpses lay strewn everywhere.

The horrific mound of corpses stood silently at the main gate of the embassy, ​​its oppressive atmosphere heavy and chilling, making everyone present feel breathless.

The onlookers stood silently, and no one uttered a sound.

Many people clenched their fingers, their knuckles turned white, their eyes reddened, and their throats bobbed incessantly.

Someone bit their lower lip hard, their shoulders trembling slightly, their gaze fixed on the blood-red mound of corpses.

Images of foreigners running rampant for decades, the government backing down, and the people enduring in silence surged in my mind, causing my body to tremble slightly uncontrollably, as the humiliation and pleasure accumulated in my heart intertwined and surged.

The Qing Dynasty officials and patrolling constables on the street were all stiff and frozen in place.

His mouth, which used to be full of clever arguments and excuses, was now tightly shut, and the entire room fell silent.

As everyone gazed at the blood-soaked corpses and the crimson mound of corpses, their expressions were complex. The cowardly deathly aura that had settled in their eyes for years began to stir again.

Foreign officials from surrounding countries and surviving soldiers all abandoned their proud and arrogant postures. Their backs were tense and stiff, their faces were ashen, and they subconsciously retreated, their legs trembling slightly.

The previous contempt, sarcasm, and arrogance in his eyes had all faded away, leaving only a deep-seated, lingering fear.

Fine droplets of blood clung to the hem of the blue robe, their red color glaringly bright.

Li Xin stood amidst the corpses and the mound of corpses, his posture as upright as ever, his aura completely contained, without the slightest hint of outward power.

No one in the entire room dared to meet his gaze...

A sultry afternoon breeze swept slowly through the streets and alleys. Among the people standing there, some felt their hearts burning with passion, while others felt their hearts chilled to the bone.

The sky grew increasingly dark, thick clouds loomed overhead, and a cool breeze carried a faint scent of blood and gunpowder, sweeping across the entire embassy street.

The onlookers remained standing quietly, not moving an inch.

The group of foreigners lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, their bodies tense, no longer daring to show the slightest arrogance.

A gentle breeze brushed against the hem of Li Xin's blue robe, causing his figure to sway slightly.

A blur of motion swept across the long street, instantly disappearing into the gloomy alleyways and vanishing from everyone's sight.

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