Chaotic World Book
Chapter 382 - 373: I’m Here_2

Chapter 382: Chapter 373: I’m Here_2

But if the Yang Family marched southward and joined forces with Xiangyang’s troops, then Maitreya’s soldiers would really prove insufficient.

Lv Shiheng wanted to know something else, though, and asked, "What about Tang Wanju? She escaped... I did indeed make a move against her! When the time comes for accountability... can I simply declare independence?"

"Anyway, my identity has not been exposed. When the time comes, you just need to say you were controlled by the Maitreya Sect, and the Imperial court will naturally support you. She won’t be able to hold you accountable. In fact, by that time, she might not even have the power to do so..."

Lv Shiheng frowned slightly, feeling a sense of alarming unease.

Just as he was about to say something, Personal Soldiers came to report from outside: "City Lord! Yu Cixiu’s army is launching a night attack, they are now twenty li outside the south gate!"

Lv Shiheng nodded and said to Wang Daozhong, "Mr. Second, please sit for a moment, I shall personally oversee the defense of the city."

Whether to defend the city or to open the gates, that would be decided later.

Before he even left the room, another Personal Soldier rushed in, reporting urgently: "City Lord, a large number of ships have appeared on the Han River, and they’re crossing!"

Wang Daozhong said, "It’s the Yang Family’s troops. Let them come to help defend..."

Before the sentence was completed, another Personal Soldier ran in hurriedly: "City Lord! Some troops have emerged upstream from nowhere, they’ve stormed into our camp on the shore, slaughtering anyone they see, like a bunch of madmen!"

Lv Shiheng looked at Wang Daozhong in astonishment, and Wang Daozhong returned his gaze with equal surprise.

Where did these troops come from?

Wang Daozhong made a decisive call: "You go guard the south gate, I’ll head north to see what’s happening."

...

On the southern bank of the Han River, flames soared to the sky.

Before the outbreak of the civil war, the banks of the Han River did not serve any defensive purpose. The camps here were only symbolic naval stations, which in recent years Lv Shiheng had started to develop secretly, quietly preparing for civil strife.

But they were far from being on a sizable scale or tested in battle.

When Xue Canghai led the Blood God Sect like a pack of fierce tigers released from their cages, they razed the camp to the ground in no time.

Members of the Blood God Sect, delirious with killing joy, shouted, "Are there no more men? My Blood Evil is about to break through, haha! Killing really is the best way to nurture Evil Qi!"

Defeated soldiers, cursing their parents for not giving them two more legs, fled towards the city in utter disarray.

From whence did this bloodthirsty horde of demons come? They weren’t there for battle, but purely for slaughter!

"Stop chasing them, a bunch of scared rabbits. Didn’t I say the doctrine was changing? Still clinging to old rules, huh?" An instructive Sun yelled fiercely, reprimanding, "Don’t chase, don’t attack the city! Move north and block the riverbank!"

Xue Canghai’s voice resonated across the troops: "Search the camp. There must be fire arrows in the Water Fort. See those dark masses of ships over there? Shoot!"

The Family Head of the Yang Family from Hongnong, the tenth-ranked master on the Earth List, Yang Jingxiu, stood on the bow of the ship, frowning at the blaze on the other side.

Had something changed?

Had the Maitreya Sect colluded with another group in advance to seize the camp and block the riverbank... Judging from this momentum, the Blood God Sect, Xue Canghai?

His eldest son, Yang Bugui, whispered beside him, "Father, it’s Xue Canghai."

Yang Jingxiu glanced at him, "Aren’t you always eager to challenge Sect Hierarch Xue? Now the man is right in front of you, want to give it a try?"

Yang Bugui replied, "Isn’t it ill-timed, Father? This situation is suspicious, the Blood God Sect is a subordinate of the Four Symbols Sect, we came in alliance with the Four Symbols Sect; why would the Blood God Sect turn against us?"

Yang Jingxiu frowned deeply, puzzled by the situation.

He really hadn’t wanted to dispatch troops if not for the Four Symbols Sect selling him this favor for Yang Qianyuan. Turbulent times didn’t align with his family’s interests, and he didn’t care for occupying Xiangyang, nor did it matter to him whether Maitreya managed to capture it or not.

Only because the Wang Family hoped to safeguard the strategic location of Xiangyang and found themselves stretched thin did they wish for his forces to assist in defense. It was purely lending the Wang Family a hand. Zhao Changhe had also felt that a mere Yang Qianyuan wasn’t reason enough for the Yang Family to form an alliance. Indeed, it wasn’t, but exchanging this for a one-time troop deployment to assist in defense was still acceptable.

But what was this current situation? The Four Symbols Sect helps us capture a traitor in exchange for our aid in defense—only to have the Four Symbols Sect’s own subordinates block us on the shore, preventing our crossing?

The Yang father and son were completely confused, a pity since the people from the Four Symbols Sect claimed they "did not consort with rats against Tang Wanzhuang," and they had fled... Now, the only Four Symbols Sect representative at their side was a common follower, also struck dumb, clueless about what had happened.

At that moment, Wang Daozhong rushed out from the city like a hawk swooping into the hall, heading straight for Xue Canghai within the formation: "So, it’s the famous Sect Hierarch Xue from the Blood God Sect—today, I shall vanquish the demon and purge the evil!"

Xue Canghai looked up at Wang Daozhong flying towards him under the moonlight, eyes flaring with deep Evil Qi: "Fuck your mother, everyone thinks I’m an easy target, go home and exorcise your mother’s cunt!"

Surrounding Xue Canghai, the Qi-transmitting protectors quickly formed into an array.

This was the Blood God Array, developed in the style of the Holy Array Plate, set up by humans, with Blood Evil shooting into the sky, the array’s added power was extremely vicious.

The Blood God Saber flew upward; bolstered by the Array, Xue Canghai engaged Wang Daozhong in a solid clash of Earth Power, the thunderous noise of their swords colliding resonated across the Han River.

Xue Canghai plummeted downward, laughing uproariously to the sky: "The Second Layer Secret Treasure, is that all?"

Wang Daozhong was sent flying back mid-air, his expression one of utter shock.

This ferocious Sword momentum, this fearless Qi Field—was this man really Xue Canghai?

Wasn’t it Zhao Changhe in disguise?

Just as Wang Daozhong thought of Zhao Changhe, the latter’s voice indeed came from a distance: "Yo, Mr. Wang is practicing moves with my friend, eh?"

Wang Daozhong turned abruptly, only to see Zhao Changhe slipping through from behind, sliding directly into the Blood God Sect’s military formation, securing his defense tightly, before poking his head out and saying with a smile, "Mr. Daozhong, Uncle Yang, your tireless efforts to counter Maitreya are known to us at the Demon Suppression Department."

Li Si’an’s head suddenly appeared behind Xue Canghai: "Indeed, our Demon Suppression Department will spread the word far and wide, praising the righteousness of you both."

Zhao Changhe continued as if in a comic dialogue: "Maitreya is attacking the south gate, I suppose with Uncle Yang and Mr. Daozhong joining forces, you can hold him off?"

Wang Daozhong, facing Zhao Changhe and Li Si’an, who were hiding in the formation like turtles, felt his anger with nowhere to vent.

How did things end up like this?

To be put on the hot seat by public opinion, does that mean he really had to go fight against Maitreya...

Right, but Yang Jingxiu won’t be swayed by your tricks, kiddo—watching him just walk away, what will you do then?

But then he heard Zhao Changhe shouting across the river: "Uncle Yang, I’ve captured Yang Qianyuan—it’s a small gesture, not worthy of respect."

Yang Jingxiu: "...Brother Daozhong, joining together to fight against Maitreya is an action that will bring great satisfaction to many. Shall we go together?"

Wang Daozhong was on the verge of spewing a bellyful of curse words, unsure of what to say.

Yang Qianyuan was captured by you, right? Then what does the rumor from Kunlun that Wang Daozhong captured Yang Qianyuan imply?

Seems like there’s a case about to be cracked.

But at this point, cracking the case was meaningless; what was more crucial was that Yang Jingxiu and his son had already reached the shore. Under their watchful eyes, he, Wang Daozhong, would have to fight against Maitreya whether he liked it or not.

"Your righteousness is indeed great," came Zhao Changhe’s laughter from within the formation: "Blood God Sect, heed my command—march to the south gate, aiming for Maitreya’s flank!"