The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 158 - 129: The Revenge Begins_2

Chapter 158: Chapter 129: The Revenge Begins_2

Zhao Ge thought his life was going to end just like that, never anticipating there would be a day for a resurgence.

If this attempt went smoothly and he rose again, it would truly be as Meng De said, Sanyang City would have only one martial arts hall thereafter, and that would be his Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall.

"If I can really take down this city, I, Zhao Ge, would not have lived in vain," he said.

Zhao Ge sighed inwardly, but immediately spoke with resolve, "Do not hesitate, enter the city immediately, catch them off guard. All the forces in Sanyang City have been involved in the grand affair of swallowing up Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall. Now that they haven’t gotten my head, nobody feels at ease. The vicinity of Sanyang City must be filled with watchers; as soon as we show ourselves, we’ll be noticed."

"But they would never expect us to march into the city openly and directly, so we must make our move while they can’t coordinate in time and prevent them from being prepared and figuring us out."

Since Li Yi was determined to take down the two martial arts halls, as a master, he had to arrange everything properly; even if he had to act rashly, there had to be a method to it, not just chaotic blundering.

As soon as Zhao Ge finished speaking, everyone began to gallop on their horses again.

Only a moment passed.

A band of them had already reached the gates of Sanyang City.

At the moment, the city gate was bustling with people, a variety of individuals converging. Despite the harsh times, Sanyang City still exuded a touch of its prosperous glory, making it seem as if not all was so terrible; some parts were still quite splendid.

"Stop."

Suddenly, Zhao Ge’s expression changed, he pulled up his horse, and quickly dismounted, striding determinedly in a certain direction, "Everyone, follow me."

The men, puzzled but following Zhao Ge’s gaze, also had their expressions dramatically change.

Under the walls of Sanyang City, there were cages crafted from fine iron, imprisoning severely tortured martial artists, both male and female, all young but with their limbs broken, their major tendons cut, and their collarbones pierced with iron hooks, hanging midair.

Although they still clung to life, they were not far from death.

Furthermore, beside these cages, several ghastly severed heads were casually placed, some with eyes wide open in death, staring out in horror.

In front of these iron cages, there were at least a dozen Martial Artists dressed in tight attire and armed with steel swords guarding them as well as keeping onlookers at bay.

"These are the remnant evils of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall who have committed heinous crimes; they are not worth sparing. Anyone who has information about the whereabouts of their allies can come here and inform us. With credible information, you can claim ten taels of silver," shouted a Martial Artist by the roadside to those entering and leaving Sanyang City.

However, the passersby only glanced and hurried away, not daring to meddle.

The wise knew that this reward was not easily claimed.

Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall had entrenched itself in Sanyang City for twenty years, deeply rooted; although currently everyone was shouting for its demolition, with hall master Zhao Ge not dead, no one dared kick them while they were down at this time, just in case he resurged later. Then, today’s silver would turn into an omen of their demise.

The one in charge was a Blood Refining Warrior from the Han Family Martial Arts Hall named Han Ping, roughly in his early thirties. At the moment, he had positioned a Taishi Chair under an umbrella, comfortably sipping tea in the shade.

Two beautiful young maidservants were attending him.

"If we still have no information about the remnants of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall today, then pick two from the cage and kill them, two each day. I want to see if those remnants can keep calm," said Han Ping with a cold laugh. "You all be bold, don’t fear that old dog Zhao Ge. He’s gravely injured, with his Divine Soul damaged; he won’t live much longer. The Han and Jin families have already sent experts to assassinate them. I estimate that the old dog’s head will be brought here soon."

"Once Zhao Ge’s head arrives, Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall will completely collapse, and those remnants will not stir up any more trouble."

At that thought, a wave of pleasure washed over Han Ping.

Soon after, he entered a time of daydreaming.

If he could totally take over Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall this time, as a Blood Refining Warrior he could at least get several shops, and with a steady income, he would be able to marry more wives and take concubines. Not bad at all... he thought to visit the broker once today’s business was concluded.

But Han Ping’s daydreaming was abruptly cut short.

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly came from not far away.

The disciple, who had just been shouting toward the crowd, now suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, his face ashen white, and fresh blood gushing from his mouth.

"Who dares cause trouble? Don’t want to live, daring to attack someone from Sanyang City’s Han Family Martial Arts Hall?" Han Ping was jolted awake and roared in anger, his entire body’s Jin Qi bursting forth, and he leapt up from his seat.

However, the next moment,

a strong and forceful hand clamped down on his shoulder, pressing him back down hard onto his seat.

"Hm?"

Han Ping’s complexion drastically changed, immediately sensing a terrifying force transmit from that hand.

"Courting death."

Incensed even more, Han Ping summoned all his power as a Blood Refining Warrior, employing every muscle, tendon, and skin, his spine’s dragon forcefully pushing Jin Qi, desperately trying to break free.

Despite his full burst of strength, mighty as it was, he still could not break free and remained forcefully pinned to his chair.

And the chair did not even break.

This seemingly effortless control of immense strength was horrifying.

With a bit more clarity in his mind, Han Ping broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he was facing a master and subconsciously turned to look back.

At that moment, he saw a tall young man dressed in lavish attire and a red cape, who had appeared behind him without notice, his eyes shimmering like jewels in the sunlight, radiating an extraordinary aura.

"Who are you, sir?"

Han Ping swallowed hard, the panic in his eyes intensifying.

"Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, senior brother, Li Yi." The indifferent voice carried a chilling murderous intent.

"What? Zhao Ge’s prized disciple? How, how is this possible, when did he ever have a prized disciple..."

At this moment, Han Ping’s eyes were no longer filled with panic, but with fear.

Being from a martial arts family, he knew all too well what ’senior brother’ implied.