The two sides, one in black and one in red, stood with distinct stances on the long street, and a strong sense of killing intent emanated between them.
There were quite a few martial arts practitioners watching the spectacle, some even pointing and gossiping about the people from the Zhenwu Hall.
When Yang Cheng first imposed martial law on martial arts practitioners in the capital, anyone entering the capital had to register at the Zhenwu Hall.
Although this move initially caused a lot of unrest, it did improve the security of the capital city by more than one level.
However, from then on, these martial arts practitioners hated the Zhenwu Hall, but they dared not speak out against it.
Even if Yang Cheng didn't make a move, Chen Da and the four commanders of the Zhenwu Hall were not people they could afford to offend in this small corner of the capital.
Therefore, when they saw Chen Da clashing with the Wuwei Army, most of these Jianghu people were watching with a sense of schadenfreude and a desire to see the spectacle unfold.
Chen Da held a steel dragon-patterned staff in his hand, pointed it at a red-armored general holding a long sword, and said coldly, "That little thief was first targeted by my Zhenwu Hall. Your Wuwei Army has overstepped its bounds!"
Pei Shixiong sneered: "Overstepping boundaries? Does your Zhenwu Hall really think you have absolute power?"
Now that our Wuwei Army has taken over the responsibility of guarding the capital from the Imperial Guards, we will take care of what we should take care of, and we will also take care of what we shouldn't take care of!
"Your Zhenwu Hall is having so much trouble catching a petty thief; you're wasting the imperial salary. You might as well go home and take care of your children!"
The conflict between Zhenwutang and Wuwei Army lies in the conflict of authority.
The Wuwei Army wanted to seize power, while the Zhenwu Hall wanted to preserve the foundation laid by Yang Cheng.
Unfortunately, the Wuwei Army was powerful and strong, and the Zhenwu Hall had suffered losses in such trivial matters more than once or twice, losing too much real power and reputation.
"You bastard! You're asking for it!"
Chen Da immediately exploded, slamming his iron dragon-patterned staff into the ground. A tremendous force erupted, shattering the ground of the entire long street.
With a burst of blood energy, Chen Da himself transformed into a black shadow, wielding a long staff and crashing down like a collapsing mountain, his momentum astonishing.
His current strength should be around the mid-stage of the Eight Gates, comparable to a martial arts grandmaster, capable of fighting against ten thousand troops.
But Pei Shixiong was even stronger.
The opponent slashed diagonally with his longsword, the crimson blade light instantly disarming Chen Da's long staff. His murderous aura suddenly erupted, and his longsword struck Chen Da's iron dragon-patterned staff repeatedly.
The force of his longsword grew heavier with each strike, the crimson blade light extending from several feet to over ten feet, the power increasing with each strike.
Chen Da wanted to fight back, but he was weaker than his opponent and could not break free.
Pei Shixiong unleashed his final strike, the blade's edge traversing the long street. With a deafening roar, Chen Da was sent flying, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater. He immediately coughed up blood.
Pei Shixiong walked over slowly, pointed his long sword at Chen Da with disdain, and sneered, "Chen Da, do you really think this is the era when your Zhenwu Hall can still be powerful?"
Times have changed. My Great General is now the pillar supporting the entire Great Zhou!
Your so-called Grand Commander Yang Cheng of Zhenwu Hall only rose to power by taking advantage of the opportunity when someone rebelled back then and killing a few of the Thirty-Six Great Bandits.
How dare speculators claim to be heroes?
"I won't kill you this time, but if you dare to obstruct my Martial Guard again, I'll make sure your Zhenwu Hall's four commanders become three!"
Chen Da felt a surge of anger rising in his face. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the long street.
"An opportunist? You think you're qualified to judge me, Yang Cheng?"
At the other end of the long street, Yin Wuxie and Ye Meiniang followed behind Yang Cheng, their faces solemn.
"Boss, be careful! This Pei Shixiong is one of the four generals of the Wuwei Army. He once captured a city by himself and severely injured Lei Zhen, the tyrannical bandit leader of the Thirty-Six Great Bandits."
This person is extremely powerful. I once exchanged a blow with him, and even if I fought to the death, I wasn't confident I could defeat him.
As soon as Yin Wuxie finished speaking, Yang Cheng moved and disappeared almost like a blur.
The next moment, Pei Shixiong was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Yang Cheng, his internal energy completely sealed by a powerful killing aura.
Compared to Yang Cheng's Seven Killings Star Lord's bloodthirsty aura, the murderous aura emanating from him was like that of a child.
Yang Cheng tilted his head, looked at Pei Shixiong who was filled with horror and fear, and said calmly, "You insulted my Zhenwu Hall, slandered your superiors, and injured my brothers. Tell me, how do you want to die?"
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