Urban Martial Saint

In just this short moment, dozens of people had already surrounded them, sealing off the entire area. It was just that none of the newcomers were real experts, so they were only here to add to the momentum; no one dared step up for real. However, in the distance, hundreds more were charging over. With that many people coming at once, even if they weren't strong individually, sheer numbers were enough to force the two from the Wanyan Family to death. Not to mention, there was also Zhou Haoyang and the Purple Robe Lama among them.

Seeing this, Old Sixth Wan Yan couldn't help but curse out loud again and again, mostly raging that Old Seventh Wan Yan was ungrateful and had sold out his own flesh and blood. But when those words fell into the ears of the Purple Robe Lama, it was as if he hadn't heard a thing—because he wasn't Old Seventh Wan Yan at all.

Wanyan Hongsheng didn't speak, but his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Watching more and more people rushing in from all sides, his heart sank to rock bottom. If this went on, they would be completely buried here.

No, they'd have to risk it all!

Wanyan Hongsheng roared inwardly, then suddenly bellowed, "Old Sixth, run!"

Hearing Wanyan Hongsheng's shout, Old Sixth Wan Yan stopped bothering with Zhou Haoyang in front of him and turned to flee.

"You think you can run?" Zhou Haoyang shouted, immediately lunging to give chase, but then he heard a loud bark from behind him by the Purple Robe Lama: "Move, now!"

Zhou Haoyang didn't know what was going on, but instinctively stepped aside. And right at that moment, Wanyan Hongsheng behind him suddenly threw his head back with a sky‑shaking howl, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His aura soared in an instant, as if his strength had suddenly doubled. Even his muscles swelled violently, blue veins bulging across his skin, clearly showing that the power within his body was too strong, forcing his flesh to this state.

The Purple Robe Lama had previously seen Wanyan Hongsheng's fight against Shen Tianjun, and knew that Wanyan Hongsheng had a method to enhance his strength by self‑damaging his body. Just now, when he noticed something off about Wanyan Hongsheng, he realized Wanyan Hongsheng was probably about to go all out, so he retreated at the first possible moment and shouted, letting Zhou Haoyang pull back as well.

It was fortunate the Purple Robe Lama had shouted in time. Zhou Haoyang had just stepped away when Wanyan Hongsheng's fist smashed directly into the spot where he had been standing. The punch didn't hit him, but instead slammed into a massive boulder nearby, shattering it into dust.

Seeing this, Zhou Haoyang couldn't help but suck in a cold breath. If that punch had landed on him, his life would have ended right there. Luckily the Purple Robe Lama had shouted in time and he had dodged quickly, otherwise he'd already be a dead man.

"Try one of my punches too!" Missing with his first strike, Wanyan Hongsheng roared again, twisting around to smash a fist toward the Purple Robe Lama beside him.

Facing Wanyan Hongsheng in this state, how could the Purple Robe Lama possibly meet him head‑on? The moment he saw Wanyan Hongsheng's move toward him, the Purple Robe Lama turned and evaded, not daring to hesitate in the slightest.

The Purple Robe Lama had learned the Secret Technique Crossing the River with a Reed left by Patriarch Bodhidharma; his Qinggong ranked among the absolute top even within Peak Masters. Though Wanyan Hongsheng's power had increased and now exceeded that of the Purple Robe Lama, catching up to him was simply impossible. If the Purple Robe Lama truly focused on dodging, Wanyan Hongsheng had no chance of overtaking him.

Wanyan Hongsheng threw out several punches in succession but couldn't even brush the Purple Robe Lama's robe, which filled him with astonishment. When had his family's Lao Qi's Qinggong become so brilliant? Even now, it still hadn't occurred to him that this Seventh Elder was an imposter. Precisely because he believed this Seventh Elder was their own Old Seventh, he kept attacking him, intent on killing him here to guard the family's secrets.

But after several fruitless strikes, anxiety began to creep into Wanyan Hongsheng's heart. The power he'd gained by self‑damaging his body came with a time limit. Judging by the current situation, there was no way he could kill the Purple Robe Lama; he could only withdraw as fast as possible. Otherwise, once this power faded, even escaping with his life would be difficult.

"Go!" Wanyan Hongsheng shouted, leaping away first and charging toward the crowd behind them, planning to hack a way out before the people in the distance fully closed in.

Old Sixth Wan Yan heard Wanyan Hongsheng and immediately followed close behind, wanting to break through with him. However, with the Purple Robe Lama and Zhou Haoyang watching from the side, how could they possibly let him leave so easily? At this moment neither of them dared to stop Wanyan Hongsheng, but blocking Old Sixth Wan Yan was no trouble at all.

Old Sixth Wan Yan had only taken a few steps when Zhou Haoyang rushed up, swinging a fist straight at him. He didn't expect to injure Old Sixth Wan Yan, but he at least had to stop him in his tracks.

The Purple Robe Lama also dashed forward at the same time, striking out to block Old Sixth Wan Yan. Old Sixth Wan Yan's strength was inferior to Wanyan Hongsheng's; with the two of them holding him up, he simply couldn't break through and could only dodge and parry. But in doing so, he was firmly pinned down by the pair, with no way to escape.

Hearing Old Sixth Wan Yan roaring behind him, Wanyan Hongsheng, who had already dashed more than ten meters away, let out an angry shout, turned back and rushed over, chopping his hand straight toward Zhou Haoyang and the Purple Robe Lama.

Seeing Wanyan Hongsheng coming, the Purple Robe Lama and Zhou Haoyang immediately dodged aside, not engaging him head-on at all. With that, Old Sixth Wan Yan finally managed to shake off the two of them.

"You go first!" Wanyan Hongsheng stared fixedly at the Purple Robe Lama and Zhou Haoyang. He knew that if he ran first, Old Sixth Wan Yan would be blocked by these two. So the only way was for him to cover the rear while Old Sixth Wan Yan ran ahead.

Old Sixth Wan Yan also knew that if he stayed here, he could forget about escaping. So when he heard Wanyan Hongsheng's words, he didn't hesitate in the slightest and immediately sprinted madly toward the outside of the manor.

On this side, the Purple Robe Lama and Zhou Haoyang did want to stop Old Sixth Wan Yan, but with Wanyan Hongsheng guarding the middle, they simply couldn't get past him and thus couldn't continue chasing Old Sixth Wan Yan. Watching Old Sixth Wan Yan run farther and farther, the Purple Robe Lama and Zhou Haoyang were both extremely frustrated, but there was nothing they could do. In his current state, Wanyan Hongsheng's power was far too strong. Even if the two of them attacked together, they still weren't a match for him, and could only watch helplessly as Old Sixth Wan Yan fled into the distance.

Only when he saw Old Sixth Wan Yan rush past the group of people charging over from the front did Wanyan Hongsheng finally breathe a sigh of relief. Feeling his own strength already beginning to wane, Wanyan Hongsheng didn't dare linger here any longer. He took a deep breath, fixed the Purple Robe Lama with a cold look, and said in a deep voice, "You know very well what happens to those who betray the family. Next time we meet, you won't be this lucky."

With that said, Wanyan Hongsheng didn't dare stay even a fraction of a second longer; he turned and ran. His strength was a bit higher than Old Sixth Wan Yan's, and his speed was also much faster. With just a few bounds, he charged into the crowd up ahead.

The ones charging over were people from the Seven Steering Committees of Hong Alliance. Seeing Wanyan Hongsheng rushing in with such a fierce aura, they were indeed shocked. Although they all knew Martial Arts, their skills were very weak; how could they possibly be a match for a master like Wanyan Hongsheng?

"Get back, quick!" Zhou Haoyang shouted anxiously. He knew very well that the group in front couldn't possibly stop Wanyan Hongsheng. On the contrary, by standing in his way, Wanyan Hongsheng might very well strike them down.

Those people actually all wanted to get out of the way too, but they simply had no chance. As soon as Wanyan Hongsheng rushed into the crowd, he was like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep. Both palms struck out together, and as he barreled forward, he slapped five or six people flying. Struck by Wanyan Hongsheng's heavy palms, those five or six didn't even have a chance to struggle; they died on the spot.

Seeing Wanyan Hongsheng lay hands on these people, Zhou Haoyang was also furious, roaring as he charged over. But Wanyan Hongsheng had already run far; there was no way he could catch up. Moreover, given the current situation, even if he did catch up, it would be useless. Wanyan Hongsheng's power was greater than his; if he tried to go head-to-head with Wanyan Hongsheng, he would be throwing his life away.

Behind them, the Purple Robe Lama furrowed his brows tightly. He had originally lured Wanyan Hongsheng and Old Sixth Wan Yan to the manor of the Seven Steering Committees of Hong Alliance in order to seize the chance to keep them there. He hadn't expected that not only did he fail to keep them, but several people from the Seven Rudders of Hong Alliance ended up dead instead, which left him seething inside.

Still, anger was anger; the Purple Robe Lama simply couldn't stop Wanyan Hongsheng and could only watch as the two brothers sped off into the distance.

Wanyan Hongsheng had been holding back a bellyful of rage just now, and after killing several people in succession, some of that anger finally dissipated. Seeing Old Sixth Wan Yan already running to the manor's exit, he hurriedly gave chase, intending to leave the manor of the Seven Rudders of Hong Alliance together with him.

But just as Old Sixth Wan Yan leapt out of the manor, Wanyan Hongsheng heard a startled cry from outside. Wanyan Hongsheng's heart gave a jolt—Old Sixth Wan Yan had already jumped out of the manor, so why would he let out such a cry?

With that doubt in mind, Wanyan Hongsheng quickened his pace and rushed to the exit. Before he could jump out, he heard the sounds of fighting from outside, along with Old Sixth Wan Yan's anxious shout: "Third Brother, watch out, there are a lot of masters out here!"

"What masters!?" Wanyan Hongsheng's eyes widened. For someone to be called a master by Old Sixth Wan Yan, they had to be a Peak Master. But the Seven Rudders of Hong Alliance only had a few experts in total; where had a whole group of masters suddenly appeared from outside?

"It's Shen Tianjun, Helian Tiehua, the Bloody Monk… ah!"

While Old Sixth Wan Yan was shouting, he suddenly let out a miserable scream, which made Wanyan Hongsheng even more panic-stricken. Shen Tianjun, Helian Tiehua, the Bloody Monk? Weren't those three already at the summit of Mount Tai? How could they appear here? And what did that sudden scream from Old Sixth Wan Yan mean just now? Could it be that he had already fallen victim to these people?

Feeling that only about half of the power he had gained by damaging his own body just now remained, Wanyan Hongsheng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, leapt onto the wall, and carefully looked out over the other side.

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