Le Yu knew from the beginning that there would definitely be someone coming to intercept him.

These White Night Walkers like Yin Minghong have long been mingling in the middle and lower strata, lacking true understanding of the Silver Blood elite—a group known for their malicious ways.

Take the example of Ting Gu, who proactively suggested sending the younger generation of Silver Blood to the Linhai Army. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it was an attempt to ruin the younger generation of Silver Blood while testing the unique tendencies of Blue Flame. Yet, most people agreed to it.

As long as it doesn't harm their own interests or those of the Silver Blood Association, everyone is quite happy to see others suffer.

When others suffer, it equates to one's advancement.

In this aspect, they can reach a consensus.

Further extending this theory: if one suffers misfortune, then it is fair and just to let others suffer too.

When riots and fires broke out at Sea Cape Gate, the first reaction of the Silver Blood elite was 'I'm in trouble,' followed by 'Who wants to cause me trouble?'

They wouldn't think the riots were the result of their years of misdeeds, but rather believe someone is plotting to use a knife to kill them. Almost without question, they all turned their gaze to the same target: Jing Zhengwei, the president of the Silver Blood Association.

In the eyes of the Silver Blood elite, Jing Zhengwei had transferred the management rights of the factories to the civilians, heavily used second-class cadre Yin Minghong, and allowed workers to form their own unions. Clearly, his actions are to support new forces to replace the old class.

Previously, the Silver Blood elite could consider this as imperial tactics, with Jing Zhengwei supporting civilians entering the business domain, subsequently leading the Silver Blood Association to transition into politics, military, and other high-ranking professions. However, now that the riots have occurred, everyone is suddenly in a panic—could it be possible? Could Jing Zhengwei really intend to eliminate them entirely?

When Jing Zhengwei and more than a hundred others fled together, news spread quickly, and it was no secret. In fact, as soon as they stepped out, the news reached various associations.

However, members of the Silver Blood Association could not possibly flee with Jing Zhengwei. Their businesses and properties were in the inner city; how could they just give them away empty-handed? Besides, Jing Zhengwei might just be the mastermind behind it all. Running with him might be like delivering oneself into a lion's den.

All major businessmen and nobility made the exact same decision—to dispatch elite forces to obstruct Jing Zhengwei's plans!

Fortunately, Wang Hai Gong thought the same and dispatched Mr. Iron from the Copper Iron Gentlemen!

With this 'Peak of Perfection' expert present, it wasn't merely about stopping Jing Zhengwei, but even bringing him back was not a problem!

No matter how many plots Jing Zhengwei had, as long as he was in the grasp of the Silver Blood Association, any storm could be calmed.

Besides, with so many gathered here, there were dozens of Martial Artists. Apart from a few veteran 'Initiates' and Mr. Iron as the mainstay, the others were generally 'Integration and Mastery' Martial Artists who have been dealing with rough situations for over a decade. In the army, they would be the most acute assault teams.

Just Jing Zhengwei? How terrifying could he be?

So when Le Yu softened his tone, everyone felt reassured and didn't anticipate that Le Yu would really fight them to the death.

Just as Le Yu said, how could the president of the Silver Blood Association rebel against himself?

As long as he isn't rebelling, there's absolutely no way he would break with the various business associations and nobility – that would be suicidal.

Therefore, at the instant when the guns fired, everyone had to confront another possibility—

Jing Zhengwei was indeed the mastermind behind the riots, and he intended to completely sever ties with the Silver Blood Association!

Bang bang bang—!

When the Guards raised their firearms, the Martial Artists had already started seeking cover, even Mr. Iron wasn't an exception. He fell back behind a wall, leaving only a dozen lonely bullets to pass over where he had just been sitting.

"Jing Zhengwei!" His furious voice echoed from the other side of the wall: "Do you even know what you're doing!"

Le Yu, running with the team, shouted loudly, "After being the President of the Silver Blood Association for so long, I've come to realize one fact, which is that the Silver Blood Association has problems. The more I stay with you bunch of scum, the more I lower my standards..."

"You actually—"

"So, I quit being president! Quickly, he's behind that wall, shoot him!"

Clang!

As the clear sound of a sword rang out, all dissenting sounds were immediately pacified. Explosive sword marks appeared on the wall, breaking into dozens of pieces and launching towards Le Yu's team!

Simultaneously, other Martial Artists began approaching the team, with those capable of long-range attacks already causing trouble for Le Yu and the others. Loyal for the king's wage, they all knew their benefits relied on their power. Once their primary support fell, especially after offending Jing Zhengwei, their only future was the path of fugitives.

More importantly, even Mr. Iron was already holding back the firearm troops, so how could they dare not advance?

The MT had already drawn the aggro, let's charge!

Yin Minghong shouted loudly, "Don't panic, don't stop, keep running forward! I'll clear the way for you!"

During the days mixed with Wan Xisha, Yin Minghong had asked how to command a unit against Martial Artists, and Wan Xisha's reply was simple—run!

Not fleeing, but running while shooting!

The strength of a Martial Artist lies in their guerrilla capabilities and individual combat ability. Once high-level Martial Artists enter the crowd, they can sit back and watch the destruction. When facing multiple Martial Artists, the best approach is to shoot while running, to use bullet curtains to stop Martial Artists from advancing. This keeps things relatively safe while drawing the Martial Artists into an open spot where they can't hide. This tactic is also known as the Rest-in-Peace tactic.

However, this combat technique can only be used by the Swift Blade Unit. If ordinary troops who walk on foot attempt to use such advanced skills, it would be akin to a child driving a large vehicle, rapidly and intensely depleting their stamina.

But now, as long as they can shield Leyu for survival, it's a victory. Thus, Yin Minghong decisively commanded the guards and soldiers to use the Rest Tactic!

However, the guards of the Jing Family were not very competent to begin with. Under Mr. Iron's violent 'Wall-Piercing Attack,' they were thrown into disarray, giving Mr. Iron ample openings to break through!

The sword light flashed, and heads flew!

In just the blink of an eye when Mr. Iron drew his grass rope iron sword, five guards were beheaded by him, yet his sword blade was unstained by blood!

His killing speed was faster than the current quickest firing rate of firearms!

This is a Martial Artist of the Peak of Perfection realm, an ancient terrestrial deity, now a slaughterer of men!

Many guards and soldiers immediately aimed their firearms at him, but Mr. Iron wore an illusory cloak. They were busy aiming at Mr. Iron's real position. Even if they created a concentrated barrage, Mr. Iron could simply rely on his Spiritual Intuition to early identify bullets that would cause him serious injury, then swipe the grass rope iron sword in front of him to deflect the bullets!

Swish.

Swish.

Leyu seemed to see the scene of sickles harvesting a field of chives.

The protective net originally composed of a hundred people was not thick. Mr. Iron casually swung his long sword, the sword light casually glinted, and the guards' blood casually splattered out, then they fell like straw.

Armor, flesh, bone, were utterly useless in front of that slightly rusty long sword.

Leyu was able to bluff Mr. Copper Iron before the gates of the Sightsea Prefecture because neither of them entered combat state, daring to stand blatantly at the gate without any cover, naturally cowering before the firearms' mouths.

But when these Martial Artists enter combat state, seeking cover and dodging between guns and bullets, it becomes evident that the current tools are not enough to surpass human beings themselves.

"Jing Zhengwei, when you know pain, you know mistake."

Every pause in Mr. Iron's words meant someone died, and he was one step closer to Leyu.

Suddenly, a clang!

The sword light danced like a wandering dragon!

Even now, Mr. Iron remained extremely cautious, hiding his figure behind the corpses of guards about to fall, striking the sword light from five meters away, never entering the small group around Jing Zhengwei's range of attack!

He didn't need to enter!

He was a sword-wielding Martial Artist at the Peak of Perfection, the most destructive single combatant within the nine domains under heaven!

Even five meters apart, nothing could obstruct his sword light. Shields, steel, armor, flesh, all were like cicada wings before the sword light!

This one sword was enough to sever Jing Zhengwei's right arm. Once he felt the pain, he would know how unwise it was to reject the kindness of Lord Sightsea!

Clang——!

A dull sound of steel clashing resonated, making everyone within a hundred meters who heard the sound feel dazed; the higher the Combat Technique realm, the more uncomfortable it felt!

Mr. Iron widened his eyes.

He saw that Jing Zhengwei's right arm was still there.

Moreover, Jing Zhengwei held a bizarre and sinister sword, a completely undamaged sword.

Where did he get it from?

And how did this sword block the sword light?

Mr. Iron believed his sword could not be blocked by ordinary Martial Artists. Even Martial Artists of the same Peak of Perfection level, aside from those few schools adept at nourishing and refining their weapons, the vast majority could never block a sword-wielding Martial Artist's sword light—at most, they could dodge or deflect.

However, the sound that just rang out symbolized that Jing Zhengwei had indeed blocked it. He neither dodged nor evaded!

Either he was also a swordsman at the Peak of Perfection, and the sword was his life-bound weapon cultivated from his mother's womb.

Or that sword...

"Die!"

Simultaneously, Leyu and Mu Qingmei shouted loudly, forming a sword with a single hand and pointed towards Mr. Iron from afar. Two rays of rosy light immediately tore through the sky and attacked Mr. Iron——

Formless Battle Technique: Divine Spear!