Dominating Martial King
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433: Chapter 242 Sky Breaking (Please Subscribe) 433: Chapter 242 Sky Breaking (Please Subscribe) Liu Ruoxi always obeyed Chu Xisheng’s orders without question.

When she saw Du Wenquan’s head roll out from the military tent, her gaze was initially one of stupor.

Liu Ruoxi immediately came to her senses and loudly acknowledged the command, lifting Du Wenquan’s head and striding towards the front line with murder in her eyes.

Since the Young Flag Master had beheaded Du Wenquan, it was a clear statement of intent.

They were determined to fight to the death with the Inner City families of Xiushui County and the Lord Governor.

Liu Ruoxi’s eyes were as sharp as a knife, today it was either the enemy’s death or her own!

“Master Lu, collect some hemp cloth and white fabric from the town later.

After this battle, the whole army will dress in white mourning clothes!” Chu Xisheng still held his sword in the tent as his icy gaze swept over everyone present.

“Gentlemen, the governor set a trap to harm my Uncle Kuang, and I will not share the sky with him!

I must skin him and eat his flesh to quell my hatred!

You are all brothers of West Mountain Hall and members of the Iron Banner Gang, sharing honor and disgrace, joys and sorrows with me.

Are you willing to stand together with me through these difficulties?”

The altar masters under his command, led by Li Shenshan, roared their assent.

The majority of the hunter leaders showed reluctance in their eyes.

Nevertheless, they all stood up and bowed in agreement at the first opportunity.

In the past, when bandits rampaged within West Mountain, it was they who had sought the help of the West Mountain Hall Master.

Not long ago, when the Xiushui County Captain used the excuse of eradicating bandits to sweep through West Mountain, it was the forces of West Mountain Hall that aided them in defeating the county army.

Moreover, everyone had offered incense and sworn oaths before the statue of the Emperor Zhongyi Changsheng, pledging to follow Chu Xisheng and West Mountain Hall as their leader.

No matter how worried or reluctant they were at this moment, they could not refuse.

At most, they would take extra care during the upcoming battle.

As for some local tyrants like Dan Chiling in the tent, they too, unwillingly, stood up and responded half-heartedly.

They had merely come along to curry favor and bolster West Mountain Hall’s prestige, never intending to be enemies of the court or to raise the flag in rebellion.

Chu Yidao was simply mad, to be in such a situation and still wanting to drag everyone into a fight to the death.

Yet everyone dared only grumble inwardly, as they all noticed Chu Xisheng’s indifferent expression and the Gentle Wind Thunder Blade in his hand.

Anyone who was even slightly astute could see the murder lurking in Chu Xisheng’s eyes.

At this time, if anyone dared to speak out against him, they might very well lose their head.

“Very good!”

Chu Xisheng nodded slightly, satisfied.

He glanced over everyone in the tent, noting that the vast majority were frowning, filled with worry; others were evasive, instinctively avoiding meeting his gaze; and some had a blank and listless look, their minds clearly elsewhere.

Chu Xisheng considered that their morale could be gauged accordingly.

Therefore, some things that needed to be made clear should be explained outright.

He couldn’t just force these people to obey without understanding.

Otherwise, once the fighting started, it would ultimately be he who suffered.

Chu Xisheng walked over to Dan Chiling with his sword: “Dan Manor Master, you’re a smart man.

What do you think Governor Sikong Chan intends to do by asking me to surrender without a fight?

Speak truthfully.”

Dan Chiling looked at the sword in his hand and swallowed hard: “It must be a stalling tactic!”

Chu Xisheng twirled his sword, continuing to ask, “Then, can the property of your Dan Family and the wealth of the other gentlemen in West Mountain be protected?”

Dan Chiling thought of the tens of thousands of taels of Demon Silver he had sent to the Governor’s Wife.

The problem was that Han Yuyan, the Governor’s Wife, was no more; would the Governor still honor the account?

Dan Chiling couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, saying earnestly: “I fear we would hardly escape without losing a layer of skin.”

Upon hearing his words, the twenty or so wealthy local tyrant hosts in the tent couldn’t help but look grave.

“That’s the point!”

Chu Xisheng turned around, looking at the luxuriously dressed and fully armored local tyrants: “To be honest, I’ve never formally studied Military Strategy, but I know that the more others don’t want you to do something, the more problematic it is.

So, the more Governor Sikong Chan talks about peace and placation, the more I want to stir things up.

I want to see if I can break through the skies of Xiushui County.

Dan Manor Master, I’ll ask you again, do those Inner City Families have the guts to fight us to the death?

And would Mr.

Governor protect Sikong Chan at any cost?”

Dan Chiling’s expression changed slightly, as he understood Chu Xisheng’s thoughts.

With his thoughts racing, he bowed slightly with a look of admiration: “Those Inner City Families have deep roots, but they certainly would not want to suffer heavy losses!

As for Mr.

Governor, he has less than a year left in his term, and I’ve heard that he has recently been making moves at court, hoping to take the position of Assistant Minister of Personnel.

At such a juncture, he would not want turmoil in his jurisdiction.”

Dan Chiling originally thought of hunkering down; their West Mountain Hall could hide in the mountains and wait until Chu Xisheng joined the Formless Divine Sect, biding time until the situation cleared.

But now he considered that since Chu Xisheng was willing to take the lead and stir things up, it might not be a bad idea.

Why should they just give up their properties and wealth to the Sheen Family and the Shangguan Family?

He knew the nature of these great clans all too well.

How could they possibly be willing to invest and bear losses together with West Mountain Hall?

Moreover, there was still half a year until the Formless Divine Sect’s grand opening.

If they could indeed support Chu Xisheng and last until then, why not?

If Sikong Chan managed to stabilize the situation, he could easily gather a large number of resources.

By that time, as Iron Banner Gang, they would likely have no choice but to be led to the slaughter.

“That’s settled then.” Chu Xisheng smiled coldly: “So the saying goes, brigands who kill and set fires can receive amnesty!

If the Inner Mansion Army were still strong, I would not hesitate to lead my forces back to West Mountain.

But now that the Inner Mansion Army has been crushed by the Flag Leader, I would like to see whether Sikong Chan can hold onto his Governorship!”