"It's a bit expensive."
Zheng Lao Er said impatiently, "Just tell me if he's handsome or not."
Yang Wu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile he hadn't seen in a long time. "Very handsome."
"Watch out, they're coming."
The nine Yan warriors attacked in perfect unison, their shoes treading on the corpses of the Yan soldiers and the hard sand and gravel, increasing their speed to a terrifying level in just a few steps.
Facing the swift attack of the Yan warriors, Zheng Lao Er and Yang Wu did not slacken their efforts in the slightest.
Yang Wu drew his sword from his waist, while Zheng Lao Er bent down and picked up the long spear that was scattered on the ground.
The first to break into their midst was a Yan warrior wielding a long sword. He clashed swords with Yang Wu, then bypassed him and headed straight for the Luoyue Pass gate.
Zheng Lao Er reacted quickly. Taking advantage of the length of his spear, he swung it directly in place, the blade mercilessly aimed at the waist of the swordsman.
In a clash between grandmasters, a single misstep could result in death or serious injury. The longsword-wielding warrior saw no need to risk his life against Zheng Lao Er; he paused, then swung his sword to parry the blow from the long spear.
Before Zheng Lao Er could put his long spear back in his hand, three Yan warriors descended upon him like ghosts.
Three completely different martial arts techniques and internal forces attacked Zheng Lao Er from three directions simultaneously.
The rapidly moving palm squeezes the air, producing a piercing whistling sound.
Zheng Lao Er grinned, his face filled with disdain. If there was anything he did better than these Yan warriors, it was his unwavering resolve to die!
These Yan people are timid and cowardly, and they chose to attack in a siege. With such hesitation and indecisiveness, how could they be a match for their Grandpa Zheng!
Zheng Lao Er lowered his hands, twisted the wooden handle of the long spear into a spiral, then split it in the middle, taking the two sharp wooden blades in his hands. Then he thrust back in the direction the enemy had attacked!
A deadly method without any fancy tricks!
One of them reacted quickly and immediately stopped and fled, while the other was immediately stabbed through the stomach by Zheng Lao Er.
At the same time, the remaining two streams of internal energy struck Zheng Lao Er, causing his meridians to vibrate and his blood to flow backward, resulting in him spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zheng Lao Er grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and twisted his wrist. The Yan Kingdom warrior who had been hit by the wooden splinter was immediately disemboweled! With his internal organs severely damaged, even a grandmaster could not survive.
“One!” Zheng Lao Er laughed loudly.
Although both were grandmasters, Zheng Lao Er's god-like aura at this moment made all the martial artists present tremble.
Yang Wu, on the other hand, was also ruthless and risked his life. Taking advantage of the fact that the group of Yan warriors were intimidated by Zheng Lao Er, he risked his life to kill one of them.
Although Qi had few warriors, the fighting spirit of the two sides was on a completely different level.
"waste!"
Another Yan warrior arrived at the scene.
He appeared to be nearly seventy years old, with white hair and beard, and dressed in a white robe. Unlike the others, he showed no signs of internal energy fluctuations, looking just like an ordinary old man.
Zheng Lao Er still smiled and asked, "Who goes there?"
The old man in white robes stroked his white beard. “I am Qingxuzi, the former abbot of Baiyu Temple in Yan State. I was entrusted by the Emperor to assist the Yan army in attacking the city.”
"Grandmaster?"
"Exactly."
Zheng Lao Er wiped the blood from his mouth and laughed, "Weren't the grandmasters of the previous generation afraid of being hunted down by the Tai Xu Sect for interfering in worldly affairs?"
The old man in white robes chuckled and said, "Our Emperor is a wise ruler for all ages. What harm is there in using my crippled body to help our Emperor achieve eternal glory and help our Yan Kingdom unify the nine provinces?"
"You are quite something. Even without joining the military, you possess the talent of a grandmaster. It's a pity now. I'll grant you a complete corpse."
Qingxuzi's white robe trembled, and a wave of extremely fast internal energy swept across Zheng Lao Er's body, instantly killing him.
Yang Wu roared, "Second brother!"
"Noisy".
Another wave of internal force came from Qingxuzi's white robe, and Yang Wu also died on the spot.
"You all go and hunt down the scouts who went out of the city to report the news. Leave this to me."
"Yes." The remaining seven Yan Kingdom masters vanished in a flash.
The white-robed elder made no unnecessary movements. He stepped forward and struck out with his palm. His powerful, almost tangible internal force formed a giant palm that slammed straight into the thick city gate of Luoyue Pass.
boom!
The massive sound waves and blasts generated by the impact even swept away the ground near the city gate, leaving a trail of debris.
The first to be injured were the guards who were blocking the city gate. They were all shattered by the shock, their internal organs crushed and bleeding from all seven orifices. A section of the area behind the gate collapsed.
Then, the seemingly impregnable Luoyue Pass gate was shattered by a single blow from this unparalleled Grandmaster martial artist!
The reason why Wei, a small but wealthy country, has been able to survive between the two great powers of Qi and Yan is because it has a martial artist at the Grandmaster level.
If the State of Wei falls, this one person alone could drag the entire Qi-Yan royal family down with the State of Wei.
This is the power of a Grandmaster.
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