Chapter 65

In the midst of the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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Qing Guanqing, in Chen Ang's hands, was as weak as a three-year-old child, easily shaken and molded into a ball, then thrown to the back to be detained by the knights. The beggars did not know why Chen Ang had attacked, and some were unhappy with Qing Guanqing's actions to split the Beggar Gang. For a moment, no one stopped him.

Only Elder Xu stammered, saying, "Sir, listen to me, Qing Guanqing was also deceived by others!" Before he finished, someone nearby sneered, "The beggars of the Beggar Gang agreed to meet at Huishan but broke the agreement. They were hiding here secretly, hehe, what a bunch of cowardly rats!"

At this, the beggars suddenly remembered that they had an appointment with the Western Xia's First-Class Hall at Huishan. However, they had already sent Deputy Chief Xie of the Dadi Branch to reschedule. With the major changes they had faced, they had no intention of dealing with the Western Xia.

Bai Shijin took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Our gang has important matters to attend to and has no time to deal with you clowns. The appointment has been rescheduled, what more do you want to talk about?"

Before he finished, a person flew out from behind the apricot trees and fell straight to the ground. The man's chest was covered in blood, his throat slit, and it was none other than Deputy Chief Xie, who had gone to reschedule. He had been dead for some time.

The beggars were filled with rage. Chief Jiang shouted, "Xia dogs, you dare to harm my brothers! In war, messengers are not to be killed. You are truly too arrogant! Brothers, kill these Xia dogs!"

"Ha ha ha!" The sneering voice laughed, "This man was arrogant and rude, refusing to kneel before our general. How could we let him live?"

Elder Xu, while calming the angry beggars, said in a deep voice, "You sneaky little man, how dare you boast here?" The beggars, though they heard his righteous words, felt no desire to avenge their brother, and they missed Jiao Feng even more.

The man laughed and said, "Who is hiding in the apricot grove?"

Suddenly, the sound of horns blew from a distance, followed by the faint sound of hooves from several miles away. Dozens of knights carrying the banners of 'Western Xia' and 'Hao Lian' galloped into the grove. Eight Western Xia warriors with prominent temples slowly entered the apricot grove, surrounding a horse.

The man on the horse wore a bizarre red brocade robe, with a hooked nose and a mustache. Behind him was a tall man with a large nose, who shouted upon entering the grove, "The Great General of the Eastern Expedition of the Western Xia has arrived. The leader of the Beggar Gang, come forward to pay respects." His voice was strange and eerie, the same as the one who had spoken earlier.

He glanced over and saw Chen Ang and dozens of riders standing aside, and he laughed in a high-pitched voice, "Who are you? Seeing the Great General of the Eastern Expedition of the Western Xia, you dare not dismount!" As he spoke, he raised his whip and lashed it at Chen Ang's face.

The beggars on the ground all laughed inwardly, waiting to see the two men's antics. Chen Ang was skilled in martial arts, but the other was a 'foreign friend.' They wanted to see how this would end.

In mid-air, a silver light flashed, and the big-nosed man fell off his horse, clutching his throat, where a black swallow-shaped dart was seeping blood. He struggled for a moment, kicked his legs, and then lay still.

"It's been a while since I've had a good fight, a bit rusty," Chen Ang wiped his right hand, looking coldly at the corpse on the ground, and sneered, "Traitors, still thinking they are of the Zhao family!" He turned to look at the banner of the Great General of the Eastern Expedition, raised his right hand slightly, and a silver thread shot out from behind him, tearing the banner into pieces.

It was Huang Shang who had acted, giving them a good show. The beggars cheered, "Good, well done!" The beggars were excited, seeing the Western Xia suffer a significant loss.

Chen Ang turned back and said helplessly, "That's not what I meant!" Huang Shang was slightly stunned and asked, "Did you not tell me to shoot down the banner?" The beggars, seeing Chen Ang's disapproval, booed, wanting to make the flatterer and 'foreign friend' lose face.

"What use is tearing a piece of cloth? I meant for you to kill!" Chen Ang smiled coldly, and his fingertips flicked, sending several dark shadows flying at incredible speed. In mid-air, a roar of anger echoed, and four figures rushed out, their weapons cutting through the air, blocking the dark shadows.

In mid-air, the dark shadows exploded, shooting out hundreds of densely packed needles. Several Western Xia warriors clutched their faces and fell to the ground, clearly dead. A figure with an iron crutch roared, and the sound receded like a tide, making people dizzy and deaf. A powerful inner energy made the needles break in front of Hao Lian Tieshu, stopping just short of his nose.

Only a tall, thin man screamed, clutching his right hand and retreating several steps, moving swiftly and escaping the needles. The remaining two used unique techniques to easily block the needles, but there were not many Western Xia warriors left standing.

The beggars disciples gasped, realizing how ruthless Chen Ang was, killing without hesitation, taking lives as easily as breathing. On one hand, he treated the Dali prince well, while on the other, he ruthlessly killed the Western Xia. Indeed, his moods were unpredictable.

"Chen Ang, the Grand Marshal of the Song Dynasty, is here. The envoys of the small country of Western Xia, dare not come to pay respects," Chen Ang said, folding his hands. "Truly seeking death, killing them is not excessive."

Hao Lian Tieshu was furious, "How dare you! We are envoys of the Western Xia, and without the king's command, you dare to kill envoys! How bold, how bold!" He pulled out a yellow strip from his waist and raised it, "This is the letter from the Western Xia. What crime do you commit by killing envoys?"

"Is this true, Huang Shang?" Chen Ang frowned, asking.

Huang Shang pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "The Song Dynasty indeed cannot kill envoys. In war, messengers are not to be killed. This is true." The beggars frowned, thinking, "Indeed, even in the martial world, there is a rule not to kill envoys. The Song Dynasty also needs to maintain its dignity! But they still felt very aggrieved."

"The Western Xia dare to kill our members and cause chaos in Suzhou, but we cannot touch them. Truly infuriating," the beggars thought angrily.

Chen Ang frowned and said, "So, I killed the wrong people?" Huang Shang nodded, looking troubled.

Hao Lian Tieshu, hearing this, said arrogantly, "I will report you to the Song Emperor, and you will be punished with the death of your entire clan. Surrender quickly!"

Chen Ang sighed deeply, "How could I be wrong? It must be these bandits and robbers who killed the Western Xia envoys, took their flags, and disguised themselves as the Western Xia envoy. The real envoy must have been killed. Come, follow me to avenge our Western Xia friends!"

He immediately turned, and a strange light flashed in his hand, and Hao Lian Tieshu clutched his lower body and fell, screaming in pain.

If it weren't for Duan Yanqing pulling him back, the silver nail would have pierced his forehead.

Chen Ang smiled and walked leisurely towards the Western Xia group. The Western Xia envoy party could not help but retreat, and everyone felt a chill at Chen Ang's warm smile. Chen Ang smiled as he killed dozens of people, and everyone saw his smile as if they were falling into a dark abyss.

These Western Xia warriors were also fierce characters who had fought on the battlefield, but seeing Chen Ang, they felt as if they were falling into endless darkness, with fierce beasts gnashing their teeth and claws, ready to pounce.

The people present were all skilled in martial arts, but under this oppressive aura, they dared not even breathe.

Duan Yanqing stared at Chen Ang's smile, his eyes cold, the only one whose expression did not change. He said, "Sir, you are powerful and skilled. We, the Four Evils, are just making a living. Can you stop this and let us leave?"

This oppressive aura was actually a form of martial arts! The people present could not help but focus their minds and resist this aura. In a short while, some collapsed from mental exhaustion.

"Yah!" A brute suddenly broke free from the aura, shouting, "Boss, let me handle it!" Duan Yu saw him and shouted, "Disciple, why don't you bow to your master?"

Nanhai Crocodile God Yue Lao San looked wild and fierce, clearly in a rage. Seeing Duan Yu, he roared, "Get out of the way, I have no master!"

He extended his right hand, moving swiftly, and before he reached Chen Ang, the wind blew his hair. A large steel pincer wrapped around his waist, and Yue Lao San twisted his waist, moving like a crocodile, tearing towards Chen Ang's waist. His feet, shoulders, arms, and the pincer all exerted force, the pincer opening and closing with immense power.

More terrifying was the flip and bite that followed, which could tear three pounds of iron from steel. This pounce, bite, flip, and tear were perfectly natural, like a hanging antelope's horn, exquisite to the extreme, and were Yue Lao San's ultimate skill.