Not far away.
Inside Tingchao Pavilion, everyone watched as Lan Yu wielded a tank and smashed soldiers. The shocking and violent scene made everyone's hearts pound.
That little girl is terrifying.
Is this even human? It's a monster!
Why are all the people around Ye Feng so abnormal?
"Look, there's a chubby little boy coming over there."
"Holy crap, isn't that Fatty Situ, the president of the Haidong branch of the Tianlong Chamber of Commerce?"
"I never expected that even he was one of Ye Feng's men."
"It seems Ye Feng has quite a background."
From among the rebels, someone could be heard laughing loudly.
"Hahaha, here comes Fatty!"
Then, Fatty Situ started inhaling repeatedly, taking several deep breaths in a row.
Soon, his body inflated rapidly, like a balloon filled with air, becoming a large, round snowball, gleaming with golden light, and rolled towards the rebels.
Many people were crushed to death on the spot, and screams and wails rose and fell.
This scene was like a giant iron ball crushing many ants, leaving a shocking trail of blood in its wake.
Although his cultivation level was only at the fourth rank of the Yellow Realm, the aura he was currently unleashing was actually approaching that of a Xuan Realm expert.
As he rolled around, Fatty Situ laughed triumphantly.
"Haha, let me show you how powerful Fatty is."
Glug glug—
The large, golden sphere rolled around and around in the rebel camp.
However, this guy was smart enough to try to avoid armored vehicles and tanks.
After all, with his current level of cultivation.
Even in this berserk state, it couldn't go toe-to-toe with those big guys.
Moreover, during this time, Fatty Situ took off the pure gold abacus hanging around his neck, and his chubby, carrot-like fingers gently moved a string of beads.
Whoosh whoosh——
The abacus beads transformed into beams of golden light that shot out in all directions, seemingly endless, causing the rebel soldiers around him to howl in terror and flee in panic.
Behind Fatty Situ were many martial artists who charged into battle alongside him.
They should be members of the Tianlong Chamber of Commerce's Haidong branch.
Ye Feng saw this scene from afar and was slightly surprised.
Unexpectedly, Fatty Situ is quite something.
The small pure gold abacus in his hand must be a magical artifact.
These men worked together seamlessly to help Ye Feng clear out the rebel forces on both sides, covering his charge into the central army, hoping to find Cao Meng as soon as possible and kill him.
Cao Meng was very cunning and had already left the central army camp.
He wouldn't become Ye Feng's easy target.
He is currently hiding inside a tank.
Constantly moving around the battlefield allows for flexible command of troops.
It also allows them to evade Ye Feng's sudden attacks.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold out?"
"When you're exhausted, I'll send you to hell."
At this moment, Ye Feng had already led Jiang Yinuo and others deep into the central army.
They were surrounded by rebels.
Ye Feng cleaved the central command tent in two with a single sword strike, but Cao Meng was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it."
Ye Feng frowned.
I never expected Cao Meng to be so cunning.
If he couldn't kill the opponent quickly, he worried that his seventh senior sister and Lan Yu wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
Swords and spears have no eyes; the slightest lapse in concentration can cost you your life.
At that time, he won't be able to take care of so many people on his own.
at this time.
On the Tingchao Pavilion.
Many martial artists also noticed that Ye Feng and his group were in a predicament.
After all, even if an army of 100,000 stood there motionless, it would be enough for you to fight for a very long time.
"It seems Ye Feng intends to take the head of a general amidst a vast army."
"Cao Meng probably anticipated this and deliberately stayed out of the way."
"The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for Ye Feng and his team."
"Ye Feng and the first woman who came are alright, both of them are perverts, but the others like Fatty Situ probably won't last long."
Dongfang Sheng stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window, gazing at the figure surrounded by 100,000 troops, and said calmly.
"Do you think that, given Cao Meng's brutality, he would let us go after killing Ye Feng?"
"At that time, I'm afraid the entire Haidong region, including the people of Jiangnan Prefecture, will be massacred."
These words were a wake-up call for many of the martial artists present.
Even though they are not afraid, they still have family, elderly people and children, and friends.
These innocent people must not die at the hands of the rebels.
Realizing the seriousness of the problem instantly, all the martial artists present turned their gaze to Dongfang Sheng.
He is the backbone of the entire martial arts world in Jiangnan Prefecture.
"Mr. Dongfang, what should we do then?"
"Yes, you need to make a decision quickly."
Dongfang Sheng gazed calmly at the figure in mid-air wielding a long sword, relentlessly slaying rebel soldiers, and said.
Even if the enemy outnumbers us, even if we are surrounded.
"But we dare to draw our swords, we dare to fight to the last man, in short."
"When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail. The spirit of 'drawing the sword' is the soul and banner of our Jiangnan martial arts community."
"Where the sword points, nothing can stand in its way!"
Then, Dongfang Sheng grabbed the wolf-hair brush from the table, and with a swift movement, flew out of the window and charged into the rebel army.
The ghost servant followed closely behind, his gaunt figure resembling a withered tree.
Dozens of top martial artists from Jiangnan Prefecture rushed out without the slightest hesitation.
"Let's fight them."
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