549 The Siege of Hezhou
Looking at the jade thumb ring in the other person's hand and the silver on the table, his face flushed red with the desire to win it back. These were all his, but now he had lost them all to the other person.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he growled, "I need to borrow more money, lend it to me now. I'll do it again, I don't believe you can win fifteen rounds in a row."
Young Master Hong smiled slightly.
The servant beside him, his eyes red and on the verge of tears, quickly pulled him back and whispered, "Young master, you can't gamble anymore. We're out of money; you've even lost your thumb ring."
"Get out of here! You're a jinx! You made me lose money! Guards, I want to pawn him, and my family's mansion too!"
The young master's eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't hear anything else at that moment, all he wanted was to win back his money.
A steward-like figure chuckled softly, "Young Master Tian, it's late tonight. Why don't you come back tomorrow after you've gathered your money? This servant only has three taels of silver; that's not enough for a single bundle."
His expression was neither light nor slow, as if he were offering well-intentioned advice.
"Three taels it is, just give it to me. This is my servant, bound by a death contract." Without a second thought, Young Master Tian, as if selling firewood, quickly sold the servant.
Before long, he signed and sealed the document, grabbed the silver, and rushed to the gambling table, paying no heed to the servant boy whose eyes had turned blue with fear. After years of following him, the servant boy was nothing more than a servant of his household.
A moment later, Young Master Tian, having lost everything, sold his house and had only a hundred taels of silver left. A hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes, but he quickly reassured himself, "This time I will definitely win, I definitely will."
He rushed towards the table again.
Lin Yi, Ren Pingsheng, and the others moved quickly in the shadows. There were almost no obstacles on the main street, and they rarely saw any pedestrians. The few who did appear were all frightened and quickly hid in alleys, afraid of getting into trouble.
Upon arriving outside the Yao family mansion, I realized that about a hundred people had surrounded it from behind.
They were dressed in uniform brocade robes, equipped with swords and knives, and even had some spears. They were just waiting for Lord Lin's order to act immediately.
With their uniform equipment and formation, and brimming with determination and confidence to achieve great things, the team was brimming with confidence after the Battle of Changzhou, as if they could slay the demon king with a single blow, cutting off the demon king's path.
A chilling, oppressive atmosphere quickly spread throughout the surroundings. An invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air, making people feel suffocated and uneasy.
The guards at the gate were stunned. They shuddered and were about to run through the gate when their legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.
Lin Yi sensed it with his divine sense and saw a chilling gaze, an ancient killing intent rising from the bottom. In the Yao family's cellar, people were being sacrificed to please the gods in order to gain power and cultivation, while the common people were treated like fish on a chopping block.
Overwhelmed by rage, an unnamed fire ignited within him. He thought to himself, 'This place is my sacred ground,' and whispered, 'Begin the operation. Resist, then kill.'
Turning to look at Ren Pingsheng, he saw that Ren Pingsheng's expression was stern and cold, his face full of murderous intent.
Their eyes met, and he whispered, "To catch the thief, first catch the king."
The two, one wielding a sword and the other a blade, moved like eagles and as fast as lightning, exploding together with a deafening roar.
The air exploded with a deafening roar, as violent as a storm. It was as if the seemingly impenetrable underground chamber had been shattered into pieces, plunging six feet into the ground. The intense tremors terrified the families in the city.
Before they could recover, the men in brocade robes had completely surrounded the Hong family mansion. Upon hearing the deafening roar, they growled, "Kill!"
His movements were like a tiger's; he burst through the door in an instant, leaving no trace of his target.
The head of the Hong family, a man in his fifties with a fair complexion like a young man, was now terrified, his face ashen. He roared, "Who are you? How dare you impersonate demon slayers! You deserve to die! Guards, kill them all!"
The head of the Hong family hadn't even had time to put on his armor yet; he only had time to draw a longsword.
The leading demon-slaying envoy, wielding a long sword, shouted, "Clan Head Hong, you have colluded with evil spirits, disregarded human life, and secretly cultivated wicked magic! Surrender now!"
As they spoke, they instantly formed ranks and launched a combined attack. Ten men per group, equipped with swords and shields, charged forward, each strike and sword aimed with deadly force.
Fearless and ruthless, the swords and blades moved in perfect coordination, weaving around the body like a hurricane. In the midst of the collision, the head of the Hong family suffered broken bones and blood gushing out.
The head of the Hong family retreated several steps, his mind filled with rage. He quickly looked around and saw that all the guards and servants in his household were being attacked by the demon slayers and could not come to his aid in time.
Moreover, the demon slayers were well-coordinated and their strength was clearly formidable. In just a few rounds, many of their guards had been killed or injured.
He was furious, extremely furious, roaring to the sky, spitting blood, seemingly in a tragic and heroic manner.
He roared, "You demon slayers dare to defy the Holy Emperor's rules! Without evidence, you kill indiscriminately! Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the dynasty?"
Although the Hong family head was at a disadvantage at this moment, the Demon Slayer dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately continued to use the sword and shield combined attack technique.
Their movements are perfectly coordinated, and their combat skills, which combine sword and shield seamlessly, are extremely fast and accurate. With the sharpness of a sword and the defense of a shield, their killing intent remains undiminished. They quickly eliminate enemies in one place and then support other areas.
"You brats are courting death! You wait, I will return to take my revenge!" The Hong family head roared, his sword energy suddenly surging. He concentrated all his strength and charged forward, ready to kill anyone in his path and carve a path through life and death.
Suddenly, the leader's blade rang out, its power penetrating the blade. The sharp edge, with its immense force, cleaved the air in two, sending a long gust of wind flying. Amidst the clash of swords and blades, both men were forced back three steps.
The swords and blades arrived with a deafening roar, a flash of light disappearing in an instant. The Hong family head saw his headless body crash to the ground, black blood gushing out, and those around him scattered in panic.
They glared angrily, utterly horrified, as if to say, 'How could it be black blood?'
'Quickly tidy up the area, kill those who resist, gather and imprison the rest to await further action, and send others to the next location.'
"Yes." They instantly rushed into the area engulfed in flames and filled with shouts of battle.
Blood flowed throughout the garden. The secret chamber was broken open, revealing piles of white bones, mangled corpses, and young men and women in the prime of their lives, all suffering tragic deaths.
For the sake of a black clay statue on the sandalwood table, the Crimson Flame Demon, the leader carefully channeled his true energy through the blade, and with a sudden strike, instantly shattered it into pieces.
His eyes were grave, and he said in a low voice, "Protect the scene and wait for the adults to decide."
The Yao family mansion reverberated, and the Demon Slayer and his entourage suddenly burst into the gambling den in the city.
The leader loudly shook the enemy's resolve, his inner strength surging with his voice, booming like thunder: "Red puppy, come out and die!"
Those who surrender and lay down their weapons will remain where they are and will not be killed; those who move about will be killed without exception.
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