CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 88: STRIKE DOWN YUAN KAITAI!

Arms and legs flew wildly as they hacked their way through a bloody path.

Jiang Shi’s eyes darkened as he spoke, "Yuan Kaitai, face me in battle!"

"Jiang Shi, I am a General of the Court. Do you truly intend to rebel?"

Yuan Kaitai continued to shout angrily, his voice thunderous.

"If you refuse to fight, then let me personally send you to your death."

Jiang Shi’s tone was low and as he took heavy steps, he suddenly quickened his pace and charged forward, his footsteps thundering on the ground like war drums, kicking up dust and debris as he went, a truly terrifying sight.

"Protect the General!"

The surrounding officers roared in fury and, disregarding everything, charged forward once more.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Shi bellowed, swinging his massive Wolf Fang Club mercilessly at the crowd.

In terms of loyalty, these men were unparalleled heroes, worthy of admiration.

But alas, as life-and-death enemies, the lines between right and wrong were already drawn.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ah!

The officers screamed in agony, blood splattering, men and horses were sent flying, like falling leaves dancing in the wind.

The warhorse under Yuan Kaitai kept whinnying, scraping its hooves, attempting to retreat.

Seeing his former soldiers dying tragically before him, Yuan Kaitai’s eyes reddened, grief welled up in his heart, prompting a resounding, earth-shaking howl.

He desperately wanted to confront Jiang Shi, but unfortunately, he had aged.

His ambition had faded, he understood how to weigh benefits, measure pros and cons, lacking the hot-blooded impulsiveness of his youth.

With a furious shout, he suddenly leapt up, abandoning his horse and officers, turning and sprinting through the air above the crowd, fleeing into the distance.

"Yuan Kaitai, do you think you can escape?"

Jiang Shi’s voice boomed, cold and ruthless.

From the beginning, he anticipated Yuan Kaitai’s escape attempt, and there was no way he would truly let him get away now.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jiang Shi charged with full force, smashing his Wolf Fang Club here and there, the pounding continued, and the advancing final wave fell upon them, meeting tragic ends. The soldiers blocking the way were forced back, clearing a bloody path.

As he went, corpses flew everywhere, screams echoed.

It was as if a Demon Beast crawled through this place.

At most, Yuan Kaitai was at the peak of the second rank of Martial Saints, compounded by old age and blood weakness, his true strength was no more than mid-second rank of Martial Saints.

Almost immediately, Jiang Shi caught up from behind.

Seeing Jiang Shi’s club swinging down, Yuan Kaitai’s eyes turned red, knowing there was no hope of escape.

As a dignified General, he should not abandon his subordinates to flee alone, nor should he lack the courage to fight when facing a formidable enemy.

His escape today already tarnished his lifetime’s honor and dignity, just as Master Wu Hui before him!

In the end, he still could not escape.

"Jiang Shi, taste my blade!"

Yuan Kaitai roared, his white hair, and beard flying wildly, his entire body suddenly surged with energy, every pore spewing fiery air, radiant light bursting forth as he instantly grew a full size larger.

Originally over six feet two, he suddenly grew to over seven feet six, his muscles nearly tearing his armor apart.

Super Grade Martial Arts!

Great Demon Saber!

He slashed down, like a terrifying Demon God materializing behind him. Though aged, he still projected the illusion of a Powerful Mountain Puller.

However!

Clang!

Boom!

The sound was deafening, massive air currents exploded from the clash.

Like an air-cannon detonating.

The Crane-Beak Great Curved Saber flew high, bending into a V shape, and a blood-soaked figure was hurled backward, crashing hard into a building dozens of meters away as if struck by a meteor.

"Take my club, and we’ll call it even!"

Jiang Shi spoke calmly.

Only he knew, with a near one hundred thousand pounds of force in that swing, what fate awaited Yuan Kaitai?

In the distance, numerous Jianghu figures shivered uncontrollably, in disbelief.

The General Yuan, who had commanded respect for over a hundred years in Fengzhou, just... died like this?

Killed by this monster.

"Jiang Shi, the Mad Demon King, after consecutively killing three top Martial Saints and shocking Rock City, was still unsatisfied and targeted General Yuan Kaitai... Poor General Yuan, loyal and dedicated for a hundred years, served the nation wholeheartedly, yet met a tragic death under this person’s club..."

Mr. Huang’s body trembled, but he continued to write quickly, jotting down what he saw on the yellow paper.

Jiang Shi put away his Wolf Fang Club, glanced at the many Jianghu figures, turned around, and seemed unwilling to stay a moment longer.

But just as he took two steps, he suddenly realized, paused, and turned back abruptly to look at Mr. Huang, who was frantically writing in the distant crowd leaning against a pillar. He frowned and quickly rushed over.

"Run, Jiang Shi is coming over!"

"The Sickness Demon King Jiang Shi is here!"

"Run away!"

Each Jianghu figure was extremely panicked and quickly fled.

Mr. Huang’s face changed, and he quickly looked up.

But Jiang Shi had already appeared in front of him, snatched the paper he had painstakingly recorded for half a day, and began to read quickly.

Upon seeing the various records on the paper, Jiang Shi’s face instantly turned gloomy.

"Mad Demon King..."

Rip! Rip! Rip!

Several pages were torn to shreds by him.

Then a large hand grabbed Mr. Huang’s face as if to lift him, but thought for a moment and released him, gently patting Mr. Huang’s face, squeezing out a smile, and said, "Do I look like the Mad Demon King?"

"No! No! I just got carried away with my writing, spare me, I will change it immediately..."

Mr. Huang wailed in terror, almost wetting himself again.

"Adaptations are not nonsense, satirical talk is not absurd talk. If you dare spread nonsense again, I’ll squeeze you to death!"

Jiang Shi gritted his teeth.

If he didn’t give this Mr. Huang a warning, who knows what more outrageous nickname might spread.

Although he was about to leave Fengzhou soon, the events of Fengzhou might still spread to other places.

He couldn’t help but cherish his own reputation.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Mr. Huang nodded in terror like a pecking chick.

Jiang Shi gave a cold snort and then turned to leave.

Suddenly, he remembered his previous horse, quickly rushed over, and carried the horse with several arrows in its rump to Mr. Huang, saying, "This magnificent horse has traveled with me through the east and west, earning great merit. But now I am leaving Fengzhou, and this horse is injured, unable to continue with me. You take care of it for me, remember, don’t let it die, if you let it die, I’ll hold you accountable!"

Mr. Huang glanced panic-stricken at the still-neighing horse, then at Jiang Shi, and quickly spoke, "Rest assured, young hero, it will never die!"

From now on, he would treat this horse as an ancestor to be worshiped.

Get it the best vet, the finest feed, the best horseshoes, and match it with the prettiest mares...

"That’s more like it."

Jiang Shi gave another cold snort and turned to leave.

This time he directly mounted Yuan Kaitai’s warhorse.

Yuan Kaitai’s warhorse was carefully selected, standing eight feet tall and ten feet long, called the Black Iron Qilin, with large hooves like sea bowls, extremely enduring and quite intelligent.

It was a famous Western Steed.

At this moment, knowing its owner was killed by Jiang Shi, its eyes showed anger, and its body shook, trying to throw Jiang Shi off, but Jiang Shi’s hand grasped a piece of meat on its rear neck and squeezed gently.

"Eeek!"

The black steed let out a piercing scream, its front hooves raised violently, almost being completely lifted by Jiang Shi.

It was visible to the naked eye that blood began to flow from the spot on its rear neck, pierced through by a grasp.

"Beast, still throwing a tantrum with me? Your owner severely injured my steed, and now I have no horse to ride. I must take you as compensation. If you don’t come with me, I will tear you apart alive!"

Jiang Shi’s tone was cold as he lightly held the piece of meat on its rear neck.

The steed endured pain, neighing repeatedly, its hooves constantly lifted, trying to struggle but couldn’t struggle at all. After seven or eight breaths, it trembled and finally completely calmed down.

Jiang Shi snorted coldly, extremely satisfied, and then released its rear neck meat.

No matter how fierce the horse, he could ride it casually.

"Everyone, today’s events are witnessed by all. Yuan Kaitai wanted to kill me and was struck dead by my counterattack. I, Jiang, take full responsibility for today’s events and will never implicate anyone. If someone asks in the future, feel free to point to me, Jiang is leaving, hahaha..."

Jiang Shi laughed loudly, urged the warhorse, and galloped away into the distance.

The sound of hooves echoed, quickly disappearing into the chaotic streets.

The crowd was in an uproar.

All the Jianghu figures couldn’t help but be stirred, their expressions changing, showing traces of envy and admiration.

What a true knight!