In Chen Ang's hands, Quan Guanqing was as weak as a three-year-old child. His bones and muscles were easily shaken off. He was crushed into a ball and thrown to the back to be locked up by the knights. The crowd of beggars did not know why Chen Ang was making things difficult for them. Some of them could not bear to see Quan Guanqing splitting the Beggar Clan, so for a moment nobody tried to stop him.
Only Elder Xu stammered and said, "Daren, please listen to me. Quan Guanqing was also deceived by others!" His voice had not died away when someone next to him said in a sinister voice, "The Beggar Clan's group of beggars agreed to meet at Mount Hui, but they did not show up. Turns out they are hiding here sneakily. Hey, hey, hey, what cowards!"
It was only then that the Beggar Clan suddenly remembered that they still had an agreement with the Western Xia's First Class Hall at Mount Hui, but they had already sent Xie Fu Duozhu of the Great Righteousness Division to change the date. They had just suffered a great change, how could they still have the mood to meddle with the Western Xia people?
Bai Shijing took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "We have important matters to attend to, we don't have time to deal with you clowns. The date has been changed, what's there to talk about?"
His voice had not died away when suddenly a man flew out from behind the apricot tree and fell straight to the ground. That man's chest was a pool of blood, his throat had been slit. It was Xie Fu Duozhu, who had gone to change the date. By this time he was already dead.
The Beggar Clan people were enraged. Jiang Duozhu sternly cursed, "Xia Gou, you dare to take our family's brother's life. Our two countries are at war and we do not kill the envoy, you have gone too far. Brothers, kill this Xia Gou!"
"Ha, ha, ha!" The sinister voice laughed and said, "This man's manner is arrogant, his words are rude. He did not kneel down when he saw our General, how can we let him live?"
While pacifying the anxious and angry Beggar Clan people, Elder Xu shouted in a deep voice, "You sneaky lowly person who dares to boast here." The Beggar Clan people saw that although his words were righteous, he did not say anything about avenging his brother. They felt very wronged and could not help but miss Qiao Feng even more.
The man laughed loudly and said: "Who is sneakily hiding in the apricot forest?"
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a bugle horn blowing from afar. Then, he faintly heard the sound of a large group of horses' hooves coming from a few miles away. Dozens of horsemen surrounded the flags of Western Xia and Hao Lian as they galloped into the forest. Eight Western Xia warriors with bulging temples surrounded a horse as they slowly entered the apricot forest.
The man on the horse was dressed in a nondescript red brocade robe. He had an aquiline nose and a mustache. A man with a very tall stature and a very big nose followed closely behind him. As soon as he entered the forest, he shouted, "The Great General of the Western Xia Country's Conquering the East has arrived. The Beggar Clan's Clan Leader comes forward to pay his respects." The voice sounded eccentric; it was none other than the man who had just spoken.
He swept his eyes around and saw Chen Ang and several dozens of horsemen. He stopped on the side and said with a shrill laugh, "Who are you? You dare not to dismount when you see the Great General of the Western Xia Country's Conquering the East?" While saying that, he raised the horsewhip in his hand and whipped it toward Chen Ang's face.
The Beggar Clan people on the ground were laughing incessantly; they were waiting to see these two people make a fool of themselves. Chen Ang's martial art skill was superior, but the other one was an 'ally'. They wanted to see how these two people would end up.
They saw a silver flash in the air. The big-nosed man with the horsewhip fell down from his horse. He struggled to cover his throat. A black swallow-shaped dart was dripping blood. The man struggled for a while, kicked his leg, and then stopped moving.
"I haven't been angry for a long time, I'm a bit rusty." Chen Ang wiped his right hand and coldly looked at the dead body on the ground. He sneered and said, "You have already lost your country, yet you still think your surname is Zhao!" Then he turned his head to look at the Great General of the Eastern Xia Country's flag. He slightly raised his right hand and a silver thread suddenly shot out from his back and tore the flag into pieces.
It was Huang Chang who gave them a good show. The Beggar Clan people loudly cheered, "Good! Well done!" The Beggar Clan people were excited to see the Xixia people suffer a big loss.
Chen Ang helplessly turned his head and said, "That's not what I meant!" Huang Chang was startled and doubtfully said, "Didn't you tell me to shoot down the flag?" Seeing Chen Ang was blaming them, the Beggar Clan members hissed loudly, wanting to embarrass this person who flattered them and praised them as their 'ally'.
"What's the use of tearing a piece of cloth? I mean, I want you to kill people! " Chen Ang sneered coldly. His fingertips slightly flicked, and a few extremely fast dark shadows shot out. An angry shout came from the sky. Four silhouettes dashed out, and a few weapons brought along a strong wind as they flew towards those dark shadows.
In midair, the black shadow suddenly exploded, shooting out hundreds of flying needles. Several warriors of Western Xia clutched their faces and screamed as they fell to the ground. It seemed that they would not be able to survive. A figure holding an iron crutch let out a stern shout. The whistling sound was like a receding tide, shaking people's eyes and ears. A mouthful of superior internal energy broke the flying needles in front of Haolian Tieshu's body, causing them to stop dangerously in front of his nose.
Only a skinny man, who was as tall as a bamboo pole, let out a blood-curdling screech. He covered his right hand and retreated a few steps in a hurry. His figure flashed, and he escaped from the range of the flying needles. The remaining two men each unleashed a strange move. They also easily caught the flying needles. However, there were not many people on the Western Xia's side who were still standing.
The Beggar Clan disciples sucked in a mouthful of cold air. Only now did they realize how cruel Chen Ang was. He killed people without blinking an eye, and took people's lives with ease. On one hand, he treated the Crown Prince of Dali well, on the other hand, he mercilessly killed the Xixia people.
"The Song Dynasty's Governor Chen Ang is here. Xixia, a small country's envoy, how dare you not come to pay your respects." Chen Ang put his hands behind his back and said, "You really brought about your own destruction. It's not wrong to kill you."
Haolian Tieshu said angrily, "How dare you! We are the Xixia's envoy. Without the king's order, you killed our envoy. How dare you!" He took out a yellow cloth from his waist and held it above his head. "This is the Xixia's letter of credence. You killed our envoy. What crime do you think you deserve?"
"Huang Chang, is this true?" Chen Ang asked with a slight frown.
Huang Chang pondered for a moment and said seriously, "The Song Dynasty does not kill envoys. When two countries are at war, they do not kill envoys." When the Beggar Clan people heard this, they all frowned and thought, "It's true. In Jianghu, there is a rule that does not kill envoys. The Song Dynasty also wants to save face!" But they still felt very wronged.
"The Xixia dared to kill our people and come to Suzhou to cause trouble, but we can't do anything about it. It's really infuriating." The Beggar Clan people thought angrily.
But they heard Chen Ang frown and say, "So, I killed the wrong person?" Huang Chang nodded awkwardly.
When Haolian Tieshu heard this, he said arrogantly, "I will definitely report you to the Song Emperor and execute your entire family. Why don't you quickly arrest them?"
Chen Ang sighed deeply and said, "How could I be wrong? It must be these bandits and robbers who killed the Western Xia's envoys and stole their flags to disguise themselves as the Western Xia's envoys. The real envoys must have been killed by them. Men, come with me to avenge our Western Xia allies! "
He immediately turned hostile. A strange light flashed in his hand and Haolian Tieshu fell to the ground, clutching his crotch.
If Duan Yanqing hadn't pulled him, the silver nail would have been nailed between his eyebrows.
Chen Ang smiled and slowly walked toward the Xixia people. The Xixia envoys couldn't help but retreat. When they saw the warm smile on Chen Ang's face, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Chen Ang killed dozens of people with a smile. When the people saw his smiling face, they felt as if they had fallen into an abyss of darkness.
These Xixia warriors were also ruthless characters who had fought hard on the battlefield. However, the moment they saw Chen Ang, they felt as if they had fallen into a boundless darkness. It was as if there were ferocious beasts gnashing their teeth and claws all around them.
Everyone present was a master of martial arts, but under this oppressive aura, they didn't dare to make a sound.
Duan Yanqing stared at Chen Ang's smiling face with an indifferent look in his eyes. He was the only one whose expression didn't change in the slightest under this strange aura. He faintly said, "Sir, you are very powerful and have great martial arts. We, the Four Great Villains, are just trying to make a living. Can you stop this martial art and let us leave?"
This rustling aura was actually a kind of martial art! The people present couldn't help but focus their eyes and fight against this aura. After a while, someone fell to the ground with a pale face due to excessive mental consumption.
"Ah, ah, ah!" A boorish man suddenly broke free from the aura and shouted. "Boss, let me do it!" Duan Yu saw him and said loudly, "Disciple, why don't you kowtow to your master?"
The South Sea Crocodile God, Yue Laosan, looked manic and ferocious. He was obviously in a rage. When he saw Duan Yu, he shouted, "Get lost! I don't have a master!"
He stretched out his right hand with unparalleled speed. Before he even reached Chen Ang, a strong gust of wind blew his hair away. A large steel pincer wrapped around Chen Ang's waist. Yue Laosan twisted his waist and his whole body was like a flipping crocodile, tearing towards Chen Ang's waist. His feet, shoulders, arms, and the big pincers exerted force at the same time. The force ran through his whole body, and the pincers opened and closed with great force.
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