Chapter 9: One Against a Hundred

  With a "bang", Wang Feng had no time to react, but was suddenly kicked by someone. He only felt a surge of great force coming, and then his figure instantly flew out.

  Tang Anna's leg was filled with anger as he kicked, his heart resentful to the point of wanting to kick Wang Feng to death, and he wouldn't show any mercy. In an instant, he used all his strength, adding true energy to make his leg as heavy as a large hammer, even if there was a huge stone in front of him, it could be kicked into pieces!

  Wang Fengfei was left hovering in mid-air, feeling a numbness spreading from the spot where Tang An had kicked him, and even his meridians were slightly damaged. As he circulated his energy, a sharp pain shot through him. However, over the past decade or so, his father Wang Ruitu had secretly fed him countless heavenly treasures to help him reach the fifth level of the Tianren realm and break into the Heavenly Boundary.

  His muscles and bones were strong and robust, rarely seen under the heavens.

  Wang Feng took various elixirs and his cultivation speed soared, all the way to the peak of the fifth layer of Tian Ren, where his true energy was fully rounded and complete.

  However, he never liked to cultivate, although he was talented, since Wang Ruitu himself had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation after entering the fifth layer of Tianren, he didn't have much time to force Wang Feng to cultivate, and Wang Feng's cultivation became even more lax.

  It has been five years since he entered the fifth layer of Tian Ren, and his internal energy had already reached a state of great perfection five years ago. However, it was only true energy accumulated through medicinal means, and although there was a large quantity, how could it compare to the iron-like realm that others had cultivated through hard work and refinement?

  However, the 16-year-old Tian Ren's fifth peak master is a genius at any time! Even compared to Shu Mountain's first genius in a hundred years, the current Shu Mountain sect leader, Ruyi Jian Cangfeng, is not much inferior.

  Wang Fengzhi was delighted at the same time, and he played the role of a spoiled brat to his heart's content! As for Shu Shan, he had already gotten tired of playing around, so he thought about going somewhere else.

  It just so happened that Wang Ruitu seemed to have established a connection with some dignitary in the capital, and was planning to send someone to pay a visit under the pretext of offering birthday congratulations.

  This kind of political deal between the local forces and the Beijing authorities was not something Wang Feng was interested in knowing about. All he knew was that he finally had the opportunity to go out and take a look at the outside world, and his heart was filled with joy.

  Shu Mountain, this prison, he was really fed up with it. No, should be annoyed!

  But when he arrived in the capital, he realized that this world was too small after all.

  Originally, the fifth level of Tian Ren was already considered a master, while those like his father Wang Ruitu who entered the sixth level of Tian Ren were called heavenly masters by ordinary people. Once entering the heavenly realm, there is an absolute difference with ordinary people, as if they are superior to others!

  For this, he became even more disdainful of this world!

  This morning, he was originally going to go with another Shu Shan disciple to the most famous brothel in the capital to drink flower wine. However, halfway there, they heard someone on the street say that the number one strong military force, Hu Bao Jun, is recruiting for a martial arts competition.

  He heard the name of the world's number one military, and a sneer sounded in his heart. In his opinion, what a bunch of nonsense about the capital being full of masters! Up to now, he hasn't seen anyone who can beat him!

  However, he also heard that Nian Wushuang, the leader of the Hu Bao Army, was the number one general in Great Yan and was known as the "Number One Gun Under Heaven".

  He had never seen Nian Wushuang before, but he thought that was just a leader of three thousand people, not even a general, and he was even more disdainful in his heart.

  However, since he had nothing better to do, he thought of coming to this registration place to take a look at the excitement.

  As for drinking Huajiu, when can't you drink it?

  He was accompanied by more than a dozen Shu Mountain disciples, all of whom were his father's disciples. Except for the eldest brother Jin Jianan who went on an errand, the rest were mostly here to see the sights in the capital and broaden their horizons.

  As for causing trouble? They're not afraid. As long as it's not a Tianjing-level expert, they're not afraid! If they offend others, that big shot can just wave his hand and settle it.

  Is there a master of Tianjing in Beijing?

  It's natural.

  How much?

  In short, no more.

  They want to offend others, but they may not even have the opportunity to do so. Top-notch cultivators usually don't get involved in worldly affairs and focus on their cultivation to break through to a higher realm. This is the gap between heaven and man. It's not that easy to trample on!

  Then what are they afraid of?

  Nature is fearless!

  However, Wang Feng also had concerns. After all, this was not Shu Mountain, and it wasn't his own territory. If something happened, it would be troublesome. So, he thought of trying to see if there were any differences between the people in the capital and those in Shu. Were they also a group of people who bullied the weak and feared the strong?

  He smiled after probing a bit. People in this world are indeed all the same. Shu Mountain and Yanjing seem to have no great difference either! If so, what else is he concerned about?

  He burst out laughing, as arrogant and overbearing as ever!

  But just as he was enjoying himself for a moment, he was interrupted by a leg that came from nowhere.

  This feeling is extremely terrible, and that kick also hurts!

  How many years has it been since he was last injured?

  That's right, eight years!

  Since he was knocked off the stage eight years ago, he has never been hurt again!

  As for who was the one who beat him down at first and what he was called, he couldn't remember.

  Only knew that poor guy was hit by his own Bi Lin silver needle, and he might not be able to cultivate internal energy for the rest of his life. It seemed that later on, that guy escaped from Shu Mountain again, but Wang Feng didn't care why that poor guy wanted to escape from Shu Mountain, nor did he care what that guy looked like now.

  In his opinion, that guy's martial arts skills had already been crippled, and he was also wanted by Mount Shu, so he must be hiding in some corner, living a miserable life like a mouse, never seeing the light of day.

  As soon as he thought of his own stubborn and unyielding eyes at that time, Wang Feng felt a surge of disgust!

  Deep-seated and genuine disgust!

  Tang An kicked out with one foot, and Wang Feng's body was still in mid-air. He immediately followed up with another kick, not giving Wang Feng any chance to land, and then he kicked out again with the other leg.

  Wang Feng was in mid-air, with no place to borrow strength, and was kicked hard by Tang An.

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly, in front of the Hou Mansion, a sharp cry of pain was heard, followed by the sound of "hong" as the bluestone slab shattered. It seemed to have reached an extreme, just like the big man who had been thrown out earlier. Even their falling posture was almost the same.

  It was just that big fellow, who at this moment stood stupidly to one side, clutching his bleeding shoulder, still unable to react, and yet the youth who had just been thoroughly thrashed by him was now being beaten like a sandbag?

  How formidable must he be?

  Wang Feng fell to the ground and didn't react for a long time. He was also stunned. Suddenly, he thought of something bad and felt a little scared in his heart.

  "Could it be that a master of the Heavenly Realm has emerged? Of course, this is the gate of the Dingyuan Marquis's estate! The Dingyuan Marquis is the number one martial general of Great Yan, with masters under his command as numerous as clouds. For a small Heavenly Realm master to appear in his household is truly nothing out of the ordinary."

  At this thought, Wang Feng's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat. He wanted to beg for mercy and confess his sins, but when he lifted his head, he saw a pair of eyes burning with fierce hatred!

  He remembered these eyes, he didn't know why, but he just did!

  Many years ago, he had seen this pair of damned eyes.

  The same stubbornness, the same unyielding spirit, the same hatred!

  He suddenly remembered that the owner of those eyes was Tang An!

  His own martial arts were ruined, and he was wanted by Mount Shu. The poor bug's name is Tang An!

  Wang Feng was afraid, he didn't know why, but when he saw Tang An again, he felt a sense of fear in his heart!

  He's afraid of death!

  He saw endless killing intent in Tang An's eyes! He must have killed his own!

  This idea was like a seed that took root in his mind and grew into a towering tree, unshakeable!

  "Wang Feng, you still recognize me, right?"

  Tang An was smiling, his smile was joyful. His enemy was right in front of him, he had the opportunity to avenge himself and also had the strength to do so, of course, it was joyful! However, that smile was somewhat ferocious and still carried a hint of bitterness.

  Wang Feng's forehead was covered in cold sweat, he was extremely frightened.

  "The thought that he would die, that he would die..." kept surfacing in his mind, and his body couldn't help but tremble. However, his right hand remained tightly hidden in his clothes, hidden in the shadows under the scorching sun.

  In his hand was a silver needle, and on the silver needle was also tempered poison, more potent than the venom of the green phosphorus snake, it was 【Three Days Intestine Severing】!

  This was what he had learned from his senior brother Jin Jianan, and up to now, he had already used this trick to kill countless people, so many that even he himself could not keep count.

  He's a very lazy person and absolutely doesn't want to get his hands dirty by fighting with others. Using hidden weapons to kill people is simple and efficient, so it's what he loves most. Although he's afraid, he also knows that he still has a chance. So while he's afraid, he's waiting for an opportunity on the other hand.

  The moment Tang An let his guard down, he used this hidden weapon to kill him, just like many years ago. Only then, he had only crippled Tang An's martial arts, but today, he must have killed Tang An!

  Must!

  Because if I don't kill him, he will die...

  Tang An saw Wang Feng's appearance and his mouth began to curl up, the smile on his face became even more pronounced, while the hatred in his heart grew even stronger.

  "It's been so many years since we last met, and you haven't changed a bit! By the way, there must be a silver needle coated with poison on your right hand, right? Don't think that your actions have escaped my notice. Eight years ago, I was deceived once, eight years later, do you think you still have a chance?"

  Tang An smiled, but suddenly furrowed his brow, as if he was extremely puzzled.

  He asked: "By the way, apart from being good at ambushing, what else can you do?"

  Wang Feng saw this smile and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, followed by a violent chill that ran through his entire body, and a sense of despair instantly swept over him.

  "He has already seen through me, what can I do?"

  "It's all over! I'm done for, I'm done for!" He cowered on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, looking utterly wretched.

  Tang An saw Wang Feng trembling and suddenly lost interest. A waste like this was regarded as an enemy by himself, which was really his own sorrow.

  But just then, suddenly, Tang An saw the precious sword at his waist, which was an invaluable good sword.

  It's a pity for such a fine sword to have followed such a master.

  "Since your right hand likes to hold hidden weapons and doesn't like holding swords, what's the sword at your waist for?" Tang An said, drawing out the long sword in his hand, and with a flick, the sword at Wang Feng's waist fell off with a "clang".

  Tang An kicked out with one foot, and the sword was kicked away. The sword instantly drew an arc, "humming" in a low, unwilling tone, and fell to one side.

  "Do you think I covet your precious sword? Ha! Whether a sword is extraordinary or not depends on whether its master is an extraordinary swordsman! You're not worthy!"

  Tang An's hand rose again, the sword that had been by his waist for a day without leaving, had accompanied him for eight years. This was an extremely ordinary blue steel sword, worth only ten taels of silver, any master swordsman on the scene had a sword worth more than this one.

  But at this moment, as soon as the sword was raised, a cold light flashed by, and the chilling light instantly surpassed all the precious swords in the room.

  Wang Feng's eyes were filled with fear, his right hand shrunk into his clothes, and he didn't dare move at all!

  He stared blankly at the cold light, and for a moment he forgot to resist and even forgot to beg for mercy. It wasn't until Tang An had his sword completely aimed at him that he suddenly remembered to ask for help!

  He remembered the more than 100 disciples of Shu Mountain who came to the capital this time, and the cowardice in his heart suddenly found a place to hide. He immediately raised his left hand and fired the sonic arrow in his hand. This was a method used by the disciples of Shu Mountain to contact their companions around them in times of crisis.

  The arrow shot extremely high, and the sound was also extremely loud. I suppose all the Shu Shan disciples around here must have heard it.

  Tang An smiled coldly and let Wang Feng shoot his sonic arrow.

  Tang An just looked at Wang Feng like this, his eyes were looking at a dead man.

  "Do you want to ask for help? But is it still possible?"

  Of course it's too late!

  As soon as the arrow was shot, Wang Feng felt a sudden chill in his chest, an icy coldness that made him feel like even the blood in his chest was starting to congeal! He looked down incredulously and saw that a gleaming iron sword had already been thrust into his chest!

  That cold gaze flashed before his eyes, leaving him dazed for a moment.

  The sword has been thrust into his chest, he is done for!

  He had never heard of anyone whose heart was pierced by a sword and still alive. His eyes were already boundless darkness, unable to see any future. He had never thought that he would die in such a place. But the fact is, he really died here!

  Thousands of people surrounded him, looking at him with indifference. This familiar indifference made him even more afraid. He suddenly remembered that just a moment ago, he had ridiculed their indifference. Looking at the indifferent crowd around him, he coughed lightly twice, his mouth was already filled with fresh blood, but he suddenly smiled.

  "It was me who was wrong all along..."

  Wang Feng finished speaking, his eyes suddenly rolled back, and his head fell down weakly. He was dead...

  Just then, disciples of Mount Shu came rushing from all directions.

  In less than a moment, there were already over a hundred people in front of the Hou Mansion. Their clothes were uniformly embroidered with a small sword representing the unique symbol of the Shu Mountain disciples.

  When they saw Wang Feng lying on the ground, unconscious and on the verge of death, their hearts suddenly skipped a beat, feeling that they too would die. That was Wang's most beloved son! Thinking about how much Wang Ruitu doted on his son in the past, and then thinking about him knowing that his son had just died right before their eyes... They went back, definitely also unable to escape death!

  Tang An drew out his sword, and fresh blood suddenly shot out from Wang Feng's chest. The sword light was cold and stern, with blood on the blade, dripping onto the ground, opening up a blood-colored mandala, bewitchingly beautiful!

  It turns out that death can also create such beautiful things.

  Tang An's sword was drawn, pointing at over a hundred Shu Mountain disciples. Behind him stood sixteen black-clad, black-armored Tiger Leopard Army soldiers, their sharp blades gleaming with cold light, exuding an exceptionally intense aura of slaughter.

  "Are you all here? Wanting to avenge him, right?"

  Tang An said, as if no one was around, he took out a white handkerchief from his bosom and gently wiped the blood off the sword, making it spotless. He knew that later on, many people would bleed, perhaps himself or perhaps others, but before killing, he had to dress up his beloved partner beautifully.

  Today, blood has already been shed in front of this Marquis's mansion, and it will inevitably continue to flow even more!

  Swallow Cloud Land, many heroes, with one against a hundred men not afraid! Men are not afraid, feuds must be avenged, one sword comes west, the blood of men! Casting eyes on the nine states land, Swallow Cloud has many heroes. Who should be sighed for? Now there is Tangmen Lang!

  "Kill!!!" Tang An roared loudly, raised his sword and charged forward, the light from his sword suddenly bursting forth in a great radiance.

  "Kill!!!" More than a hundred disciples of Mount Shu shouted in unison, and more than a hundred sword lights shot up into the sky!

  It doesn't matter who's right and who's wrong today, just see who's standing in the end!