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Chapter 57 - 57 51 Entering the Realm of the Supreme Fourth Update

57: Chapter 51: Entering the Realm of the Supreme (Fourth Update) 57: Chapter 51: Entering the Realm of the Supreme (Fourth Update) [Siming] and the seventh master of the Mo School stood guard at the side gate of Guan Yi City.

The fluctuations of the Primordial Qi between heaven and earth crashed against the old man’s face like waves, as he widened his eyes to watch the distant sky, where the golden wind and the crimson flames continuously collided.

Xue Daoyong’s Martial Arts restrained Yue Qianfeng, but Yue Qianfeng’s Red Dragon Dharma Form faintly restrained Xue Daoyong’s Geng Metal White Tiger.

Both men were top Martial Artists in this world.

And both had their own compelling reasons to fight, making the brawl difficult to resolve with a clear winner.

The Mo Zhe said gravely, “Siming, can you tell who will win and who will lose?”

The elder first glanced at the Mystic Turtle.

The Mystic Turtle shook its head, indicating it couldn’t tell.

Then, the old man rolled his eyes and asserted confidently, “Such Martial Artists stir up a warlike aura, agitate the heavens and the earth, and even suppress the starlight above.

My realm isn’t high enough to exclude the interference of Martial Artists of such a level.”

The Master Mo fell silent for a moment before saying, “When the Dragon and Tiger clash, I’m afraid there will be casualties.”

Siming also became quiet.

The two of them looked at the gate of the city, waiting for the arrival of the greatest Calculus Expert in the world.

Meanwhile, all the back-hand strategies of the important people in the court were focused on another gate, watching Yue Qianfeng closely and completely ignoring the Calculus Expert, Zu Wenyuan.

To the most life-preserving officials in the world, a crazed Yue Qianfeng seemed more dangerous than a Calculus Expert!

The presence of the Calculus Expert at court might only potentially allow General Yue to break free and cause their own interests to suffer.

They solemnly declared that General Yue was colluding with the nation’s enemies, jeopardizing the society, and the officials were willing to argue to the death to prove this point, seemingly ready to meet their fate without fear.

But now, a maddened Yue Qianfeng

Could actually enter the court and take off their heads.

Yue Qianfeng alone could not subdue Jiangzhou; given the defenses of Jiangzhou City, this famed general, without troops, Divine Weapons, or Treasure Armor, would surely die here.

But before his death, how many of those officials would perish?

Nobody wanted to bet that they wouldn’t be the unlucky ones.

[Siming] sighed, “Feint to the east and attack in the west, yet strike right at the heart.

Yue Qianfeng, Yue Qianfeng, one cannot tell you come from an unschooled background.”

The Master Mo added, “Most of the famous generals in the world are what you’d call ‘unschooled’.”

Just then, a disturbance suddenly arose.

At this time, not many civilians were outside the city.

Yue Qianfeng had given an early cry of anger, and people had taken cover early on because Yue Qianfeng was at Ximen.

Although this gate was opened to let the civilians into the city,

Some fugitives, despite the threat of Yue Qianfeng, still wouldn’t directly assault the main gates.

They skirted around the city walls, hoping to mix with the civilians and push into the city through this only open gate, even at the cost of taking hostages.

The Colonel clenched his teeth and ordered, “Close the city gate!”

The other soldiers were shocked, “But if we do that, the other civilians…”

The Colonel’s tone was irritable, “I said, close the city gate!”

“If these fugitives get into the city, who will bear the responsibility?!”

That was the crux of the matter.

Civilian casualties versus fugitives infiltrating the city, the latter would have a greater impact on his official position.

The seventh master of the Mo School stated indifferently, “It’s time for us to take action.”

“The gates of Chen Country no longer have brave warriors.”

The gate slowly closed with Zu Wenyuan’s figure still outside, as the giant of the Mo School and [Siming] had seen their old friend and were about to take action to stop the fugitives and bring Zu Wenyuan inside.

At that moment, however, the sound of arrows piercing the sky emerged, and two arrows spun through the air, penetrating two fugitives who were about to take civilians hostage.

Blood splattered, causing the civilians to rush towards the city gate in panic.

The Qi Mechanism beneath Siming’s feet separated the civilians from the knife-wielding brutes, while the giant of the Mo School calmly drew his sword to clear the way for people to enter the city.

The soldiers lining the city defenses watched the chaos below, their hands on their spears ready to clear a path for the civilians, but the Colonel refused to take responsibility.

The sound of horseshoes on the cobblestones became rapid.

The sweeping robes seemed to carry the wind itself.

The giant of the Mo School sheathed his sword and turned around to see a young man riding a fast horse, a sword at his waist, holding a bow in one hand, and a waist card in the other, shouting aloud:

“Chen Country’s Ninth-Rank Military Officer, Li Guanyi!”

“Open the gate!”

The soldiers operating the gate mechanism sighed with relief.

With someone else to take responsibility, they were no longer afraid and quickly released the mechanism.

The gate flew open, and the previously anxious civilians rushed inside.

Li Guanyi saw the fugitives behind him, not knowing how these criminals, each one stained with murders and countless offenses, happened to be there.

Mistaking Li Guanyi’s purpose, a soldier shouted:

“Sir, are you going out to intercept them?”

“Fight on horseback with a heavy blade is unfavorable.”

“Take this spear!”

Seeing the young officer charging into battle, the soldiers’ hearts surged with emotion.

They raised their hands and threw the spear, which Li Guanyi caught.

He then rode forward with the charge, hurling the spear with the wind to impale a scar-faced criminal.

This criminal was about to pounce on a refined-looking old man.

Eighteen years ago, this brute passed by a village and saw dried meat hanging on a wall, he asked for shelter.

The family offered their daily fare, yet this big man, disgruntled that he wasn’t given the jerky, rose in the night and killed eighteen people, gorging on the jerky before leaving satisfied.

The spear was ruthless, pinning him to the ground.

The refined old man’s gaze held no ripples.

The young man galloped past, uttering softly as he brushed by the elder, “Hurry into the city, sir!”