Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 442 Collection

At this critical moment!

“Clang——!!!”

The extremely harsh sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded!

A dark figure, swift as a ghost, had somehow broken through the chaotic circle of guards and appeared before Li Qinghuan as if by teleportation! His face was covered with a soldier's cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes as calm as a deep pool, without a single ripple.

Facing the emperor's sword that was chopped down with all its might, he blocked it with an apparently ordinary long sword in his hand with incredible precision!

Sparks fly!

An overwhelming force surged through the sword, and Wei Liang felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if struck by a hammer. His entire arm went numb instantly! He could no longer hold onto the sword, a symbol of imperial power. It flew free, tumbling through the air in a blinding arc before landing with a clang, smeared with mud.

Wei Liang was shocked by the huge force and staggered back several steps, then fell to the ground in a miserable state.

He looked up in horror, only to meet those eyes that were calm and deep, as if they could see through all illusions.

The masked soldier succeeded in his attack and without stopping, he flicked his wrist and the sword flashed like a streak of silk, forcing back the official who was holding Li Qinghuan.

Then, the soldier pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a handsome and angular young face with sharp eyes.

Below, Lu Wensheng, standing in the center of the crowd, felt his tense nerves suddenly relax upon seeing this face, and a smile of relief and appreciation involuntarily curled up the corners of his mouth:

"Zhang Miao?!"

"Hey!"

A clear voice with a hint of joking sounded immediately afterwards.

Behind Zhang Miao, a slightly thin figure stood out - it was Yan Zhou.

He raised his chin towards the frightened Wei Liang:

"But it's not the person you called."

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips, as fast as lightning, left an afterimage, and with incredible precision, he lightly tapped the vital points on the back of the necks of the two officials who were holding Xiao Yan! His movements were as gentle as brushing off dust, but they contained exquisite internal energy.

The expressions on the faces of the two officials who had looked ferocious just a second ago froze in an instant, their eyes became dull, and their bodies collapsed limply as if their bones had been pulled out. Without even a groan, they fell asleep.

Wei Liang was terrified by Zhang Miao's thundering blow, but when he saw Li Qinghuan and Xiao Yan about to be taken away, he was filled with rage. He roared at the officials who were still hesitating, "There are only two of them! Useless people! What are you all standing there for?! Now! Take the center of the formation back for me! Take it back!!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to reignite the greed and fear of these "allies", his saliva mixed with rainwater splashing like a madman.

The officials were startled by the shouting, but the only response from Wei Liang was dead silence and cowering eyes.

Those high-ranking officials who usually acted tyrannically and were bloated with wealth, now looked at Zhang Miao, who was nailed to the spot like a rock, and Yan Zhou, who looked frail but had lightning-fast and unpredictable moves beside him. They felt a chill running up from the soles of their feet, their facial muscles twitched, and their eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty.

They were used to a life of luxury and to ordering others around. How could they have ever faced such a sharp-edged cultivator? Their feet involuntarily retreated, their palms covered in sweat. How could they dare to move forward?

Everyone froze in place, silent as a mouse, not daring to even breathe, let alone rush forward to grab the items.

"Get it back? Just relying on a bunch of you?"

A clear voice with obvious sarcasm sounded, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, clearly penetrating Wei Liang's roar and the noise at the scene.

Yu Shuoyang crossed his arms, his posture so relaxed that he didn't seem to be in the center of a storm. He slowly walked out from the crowd on the side of the altar.

Although he was wearing the standard uniform of a palace guard, his passionate and flamboyant temperament, which seemed to have its own light, was not concealed at all. Even the few unruly strands of hair on his forehead exuded a sense of vitality.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle as he swept over the group of cowering officials, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Besides," Yu Shuoyang's voice suddenly rose, and he deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "To be honest, we have the most people on our side!"

As he finished speaking, behind him, like magic, figures emerged like sharp arrows piercing the dark clouds. From the shadows of the chaotic crowd, from behind the altar columns... they quietly and silently gathered.

Some of them were dressed as servants, some as ordinary soldiers, and some as frightened civilians, but at this moment they all straightened their backs, took off their disguises, and revealed their original upright faces.

Familiar faces to Lu Wensheng appeared one after another. Their eyes were all bright and determined. Although the weapons in their hands were of different shapes, they all flashed with a sharp cold light. Although their aura was deliberately restrained, the invisible aura formed by them when they gathered together was like a heavy mountain, which instantly suppressed the officials opposite and made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

As soon as these people appeared, they quickly formed a semicircular defensive formation with Lu Wensheng's position as the core.

Although they did not deliberately unleash their mighty power, the solemn and murderous aura that had experienced life and death and advanced and retreated together had spread like an invisible tide, isolating the chaos below the altar and the madness on the platform, forming a heart-pounding "pure land".

"Stop them now! Don't let the emperor and his men take the people away!"

Just as the monks appeared and shocked the whole audience, someone in the chaotic crowd of people roared at the top of his lungs, and then someone pushed the people in front hard. The timing was just right.

This cry was like a spark thrown into boiling oil!

Those people who were originally suppressed by fear and chaos and were somewhat confused and belatedly aware of the situation were instantly awakened!

Yes, those who revealed the truth and brought hope were being rescued, while the emperor and his lackeys wanted to recapture the "eye of the formation" and continue to maintain this cannibalistic formation! The overwhelming hatred and the instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed the fear!

"Stop the officers and soldiers! Let them go!"

"Go! Don't let the dog officials succeed!"

"Fight them!"

"Stop them!"

"We can't let them hurt people again!"

"Fight!"

The ragged old farmer was waving a wooden stick he had picked up from somewhere and rushed forward with red eyes; the woman holding the child screamed, but used her body to slam into the shield of the soldier blocking the way; the apprentice scholar who was usually timid also flushed at this moment, roared and pushed hard!

They were like angry streams, converging into an unstoppable tide.

Roars, cries, and roars of determination to die mixed together, like thunderclaps from a clear sky! The dark crowd, like a turbid wave bursting through a dam, with a tragic and heroic determination to perish together, rushed towards the last fragile line of defense formed by the soldiers - the symbolic wooden fence!