The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 159 - 130: Entering the City

Chapter 159: Chapter 130: Entering the City

Li Yi’s mention of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall’s eldest senior brother instantly instilled fear in Han Ping.

What is the eldest senior brother of a martial arts hall?

He is the true disciple who has been taught privately by the head, the successor of the martial arts hall.

For the past few days, the Han and Jin families had been frenziedly hunting the disciples of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, their hands stained with who knows how much blood. Now, the eldest senior brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, appearing out of nowhere, stood right behind him, pressing him down into the chair so he could not move. With such strength and in such a situation, how could Han Ping not despair?

"Don’t move, or I’ll kill you with one punch," Li Yi said coldly.

Han Ping remained silent, cold sweat running down his forehead, his hands tightly gripping the arms of the Taishi Chair. He was not restrained, he could fight back, but at this moment he dared not make any rash moves.

The man behind him, Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall’s successor Li Yi, merely standing there, gave him a feeling of a thorn in his back, as if a peerless fierce beast was watching him. Just now, his entire body’s Jin Qi was suppressed by a single hand. If he made any sudden moves, his opponent would undoubtedly kill him without hesitation.

"I ask, you answer. If you hesitate or hide anything, you’ll get a bullet in your head," Li Yi spoke again.

"No, I wouldn’t dare," Han Ping now spoke with some difficulty.

He was a martial artist trained in Blood Training, considered a significant figure even in Sanyang City. In the absence of any Qi Cultivation Experts, he almost had free rein over the city, but now his life was easily held in someone else’s hands, like an ant that could be squished anytime.

Li Yi pointed to the individuals locked inside iron cages below the city walls, "are those people from Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall?"

Han Ping hesitated for a moment but still answered truthfully, "Yes, they are core disciples of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall."

"Which forces have acted against Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall?" Li Yi continued to inquire, but his gripping hand began exerting force.

Suddenly, Han Ping felt an intense pain in his shoulder, followed by a succession of bone-crushing sounds ringing in his ears; his shoulder blade had been crushingly shattered by the hand.

"The Han and Jin family’s martial arts halls, as well as the City Lord of Sanyang City. Besides them, several major gangs in the city were involved, including the Blood Tiger Gang, Liu Family from Cao Yun Pier, Mighty Escort Agency, Sun Family, and the three major sectors too. Oh, and the Divine Martial Envoy also had a finger in the pie..."

He immediately spat out a series of names and forces.

These forces were all top-tier powerhouses of Sanyang City, virtually representing the whole of Sanyang.

And the underlying meaning of his words was that Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall seeking revenge was impossible, unless they were willing to become enemies with the entire Sanyang City.

Meanwhile, the more enemies Han Ping named, the safer he felt.

"I’ll hand over all these disciples of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall to you, and prepare twenty fast horses and five hundred taels of gold, in exchange for my life, how about that?" Han Ping then offered various benefits, hoping to survive the day.

As for the future, he did not think about it.

"No."

Li Yi refused calmly and coldly.

"If you won’t give me a way out, then I’ll fight you."

In that instant, Han Ping roared furiously, his body’s major muscles tensed, and bones sounded in unison. Then, in a blink of an eye, a terrible surge of Jin Qi erupted from his body. Enduring the excruciating pain, he violently stood up, shattering the Taishi Chair beneath him due to the burst of strength.

With a swing of his arm, he launched a palm strike—a killing move from Han Family Martial Arts Hall’s repertoire, the Heart-shattering Palm.

The Heart-shattering Palm isn’t just a technique, it’s Jin Qi.

One palm strike, and the Jin Qi could travel along the blood, ruining the opponent’s heart and lungs. Extremely vicious and cunning, martial artists in the same realm facing off against members of the Han Family Martial Arts Hall often seem fine after the exchange, but a few days later, they could die vomiting blood in the night.

However, Han Ping’s desperate counterattack, though spectacular, was unfortunately directed at Li Yi.

Li Yi stood immobile, his tall frame simply raising a punch.

A seemingly casual punch, but it carried an unimaginable terror of Divine Power.

"Boom!"

The Jin Qi erupted, and with just one punch, Han Ping didn’t even have a chance to react, his punched palm and the whole arm exploded instantly, bones and flesh mixed into a spurt of blood mist, splashing forward.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled.

It blew away the surrounding dust and swept off the canopy above.

At this moment, Han Ping stood there stunned, Li Yi’s punch pausing next to his head, not touching him, but the outburst of Jin Qi had torn his eardrum, blood continuously flowing out, and his head buzzing.

Such a punch made him lose his senses.

At that moment, he even forgot the pain.

Li Yi didn’t kill him, not because of mercy, but because his life was still of some use.

Then he grabbed his neck like picking up a chick, held him in hand, and walked towards his master.

At this moment, Zhao Ge’s eyes were bloodshot. Together with Shou Hou and Rong Niang, he quickly killed the guards around the cages and immediately rescued the people inside, because all those imprisoned were core disciples of his martial arts hall, who had called him master for many years.

Some of them were even his favorites.

Seeing the miserable state of his disciples, Zhao Ge felt as though his heart was bleeding. He was uncontrollably angry and wished he could immediately storm into Sanyang City and kill all his enemies quickly.

"Master, Master? Is that you, Master?"

One disciple, having been freed, his face smeared with blood and eyes swollen, recognized the familiar figure through his blurred vision and spoke weakly,

"Zhang Jianfei, my good disciple, it’s me, your master. Your master has come to Sanyang City to rescue you."

Tears filled the old eyes of Zhao Ge as he busied himself unlocking Zhang Jianfei’s chains and iron hooks, all the while trying to help him circulate his Qi-Blood to stabilize his injuries.

But as soon as he started, he froze for a moment.

Zhang Jianfei’s limbs were shattered, and all his major tendons were severed. Even if he lived, he would be crippled, unable to even stand up on his own.

"It’s good that Master is unharmed. As long as you are here, Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall can be rebuilt. Unfortunately, your disciple is not so fortunate and won’t see that day. Master, please don’t waste your time on me. I am beyond saving. Let me go," Zhang Jianfei said, and with a grunt, he used the last of his Jin Qi to sever his own heart meridian.

As the blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, he quickly lost his breath.

Clearly, he understood that Zhao Ge had returned to Sanyang City for revenge, and not wanting to be a burden in his crippled state, he chose to end his own life.

"Jianfei."

Zhao Ge cried in grief, helpless to intervene, and his sorrow turned into raging fury.

"Brother Jianfei"

Seeing this, Shou Hou immediately felt deeply distressed. Although his relationship with Zhang Jianfei was ordinary, they had lived in the martial arts hall for over a decade, which was not without its bonds.

Rong Niang was somewhat stronger, merely biting her lip, a hint of grief flashing in her eyes.

She had known early on that things would end this way, as Zhang Jianfei was not the only disciple who had perished; several of her fellow disciples had also suffered terribly.

"Rong Niang, Shou Hou, quickly rescue the other brothers, and tell them not to seek death. I came here this time to seek justice and revenge for them. Tell them to live well, everything will get better," Zhao Ge said, slowly laying down Zhang Jianfei’s body. He stood up like an enraged old lion.

Then Zhao Ge stepped boldly toward Han Ping, who had been captured by Li Yi, and yelled, "Han Ping, where have you taken the other disciples of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall? Dare to say no, and you will die here now."

He knew that as long as he, the master of the Qi Cultivation hall, was alive, the disciples of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, no matter how tragic their fate, had at least a slim chance of survival, kept as hostages for just such a day as today.

Only with Zhao Ge’s death would these captured disciples truly have no way out.

With his arms destroyed and blood incessantly flowing, Han Ping couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, "Well, well, Zhao Ge. I didn’t expect that your Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall still had a top disciple outside. Everyone calculated everything but missed this point. Now you return to Sanyang City for revenge, right? I’m doomed today anyway, so I might as well give you a clue to see if you, Zhao Ge, can still turn things around."

"Some of your other disciples are locked in the dungeons of the Jin Family, some are watched by people from the Mighty Escort Agency, and some are in our Han Family’s hands, while a few female disciples have been sold into the brothels of the three big districts. Haha, Zhao Ge, if you really have the ability, go and rescue them."

"Do you think I, Zhao Ge, would still fear the few clans of Sanyang City today?" Zhao Ge roared.

He knew Han Ping was deliberately revealing the locations of the other disciples to drag everyone down, but at this point, he couldn’t care less; killing one family was as good as killing two. He might as well wreak havoc and let blood flood the streets, his own life wasn’t worth much anyway, might as well stir up trouble.

"Meng De, finish him off."

After questioning him, Han Ping lost his value.

Li Yi nodded and simply punched down.

Han Ping thudded to the ground, his head burying deeply into the soil, and then his body went limp, never to move again.

"Master, we’ve made a move here, and the city will soon get the news. I must hurry to intercept the Qi Cultivation Expert, otherwise things will get very troublesome," Li Yi said after killing Han Ping, and immediately prepared to act.

"Good, Meng De, I leave everything to you now. Rong Niang, stick with Meng De. I can’t go with you. I need to rescue the other people from the martial arts hall," Zhao Ge instructed.

Rong Niang nodded and said, "Master, rest assured, I know what to do."

Li Yi immediately mounted his horse and then raced through the city gate, charging directly into Sanyang City.

"Master, letting elder brother and Rong Niang go by themselves, isn’t that too rash... *cough cough* Elder brother has the ability to kill Blood Training warriors, but if he encounters a Qi Cultivation Expert, I fear it might be more bad than good," a disciple with severe injuries couldn’t help but speak.

Zhao Ge watched the two depart and slowly said, "Han Tianbao, Jin Zhihuan, those two brutes may be strong, but sadly for them, they encounter a True Dragon emerging today. Today I’ll use the blood of those two Qi Cultivation Martial Artists to make your elder brother’s name known in Sanyang City."

At this moment, he was full of confidence.

He had witnessed Li Yi’s punch, strong enough to make any martial artist bow down, mere Qi Cultivators were just whetstones, not worth worrying about.

The other disciples, hearing this, were shocked. Could their elder brother truly be so formidable?