Old Song felt a little wronged. Before he could react, Ye Qinghan had knocked him out.
The commander and the surrounding guards were stunned. Old Song was an upper level cultivator. No matter how stupid they were, they could tell that he had been knocked unconscious by Ye Qinghan's punches and kicks. They couldn't help but tremble as they watched Ye Qinghan walk toward Old Song.
Ye Qinghan stepped in front of Old Song, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him onto the city gate tower.
The city gate tower was dozens of feet tall. Ye Qinghan stood on the city wall, his divine robes fluttering in the wind. He held Old Song by the neck and hung him in the air, looking down at Xuan Xiu, who was waiting at the city gate.
"Esteemed Xuan Xiu, I have a gift for you. This Blood Strike Guard is yours."
Crack!
Ye Qinghan tightened his grip and snapped Old Song's neck. A surge of divine power flowed through the severed neck into Old Song's Knowledge Sea, completely crushing his soul and suppressing his vitality. Ye Qinghan casually borrowed the power of Yin and Yang to devour Old Song's flesh and blood.
Bang!
Old Song's shriveled corpse fell and smashed into the city gate. It looked especially eerie and terrifying.
Xuan Xiu was furious. He looked at Old Song's corpse and roared, "Ye Qinghan, how dare you do such a thing that goes against the Heavenly Dao? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Ye Qinghan shrugged and smiled. "If I'm struck by lightning, Xia Jiulong will be the first to be struck. It won't be my turn."
Xuan Xiu and the other Blood Strike Guards were burning with anger, especially Old Yang. He had been with Old Song for many years and was like a brother to him. When he saw Old Song die, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He wanted nothing more than to kill Ye Qinghan.
"Don't be angry. It's bad for your body. Don't worry. I'll definitely leave through the western gate. You guys stay here and guard it," Ye Qinghan said with a sinister smile.
With that, Ye Qinghan retreated into the tower and gestured with his hand, "Someone, help me keep an eye on these old things. If they leave, let me know."
The commander hurriedly gestured for his subordinate to look at the city gates. He bowed to Ye Qinghan and said awkwardly, "Sir, when will the city gates … open?"
"There's no rush. Let's wait for them to leave," Ye Qinghan said casually as he sat in his chair.
The commander didn't dare to ask any more questions. He was really afraid that Ye Qinghan would punch him. He wasn't an upper level cultivator. One punch would be enough to cripple him.
…
Below the city gates, the Mystic was furious. His mind was in a mess. He had no idea what Ye Qinghan was trying to do.
"Sir, he's clearly trying to create a diversion to pin us down at the west gate. In reality, he wants to leave through the other gate. Besides, he didn't bring that little girl with him. He can't possibly leave by himself, right?" the Blood-Robed Guard expert warned.
"Sir, if he leaves through the west gate, where does he want to go? He might still have the immortal medicine on him. I don't believe that he didn't take the immortal medicine and the little girl back to the Crazed Manor. Therefore, he came to the west gate purely as a pretense. Otherwise, why would he tell us that he has to go through the west gate? "another Blood-Robed Guard said hurriedly.
Huff huff huff!
The Mystic breathed out a few times in anger. His mind was in a mess after the Blood-Robed Guard's reminder.
"Old Yang, you stay behind at the west gate. The rest of you, follow me to the south gate!" The Mystic thought for a long time before he flicked his sleeves and left.
A Blood-Robed Guard carried Old Song's corpse away. The five of them quickly left the west gate. Old Yang, an upper level cultivator, stayed behind to guard the gate. He glared at the city gate tower, his eyes almost spitting fire.
…
On the city gate tower, the guard immediately said respectfully, "Commander, that Mystic left with his men. Only an upper level cultivator is guarding the west gate."
Ye Qinghan tapped his thigh and said indifferently, "Light the incense. The city gates will open in five minutes."
"Light the incense!" The commander quickly gestured to the person beside him.
Ye Qinghan waited absent-mindedly. His eyes were closed as he calculated the time. His fingertips were constantly tapping on his chair. However, the commander was like an ant on a hot pan. If he closed the city gates in broad daylight, the City Lord could remove him from his position or even banish him from Fengyang City.
Fengyang City was indeed a good place to cultivate. It had a good job that wasn't dangerous. It was suitable for people like him who didn't have any ambition or were old. The commander loved his job deeply and was unwilling to leave. He had been diligent and conscientious all these years and had never made a single mistake.
"Don't worry. If the City Lord blames you, just say that the Son of War asked you to do so," Ye Qinghan said lazily without even looking up.
"Yes, yes, yes … Sir, I'm not worried," the commander said with an embarrassed smile.
Time passed very slowly, especially for the commander. He felt like an hour had passed, but the incense had only burned halfway.
"Go down and open the city gates. When the Blood-Strike Guard enters the city, immediately close the gates. Open them after the incense is extinguished." Ye Qinghan gestured with his finger.
The commander personally rushed down and opened the city gates. Old Yang rushed in and looked around for Ye Qinghan.
"Where is that person? Where is the person who killed Old Song? "Old Yang roared.
However, the commander ignored him. Although Old Yang was an Upper Plane cultivator, he was still a soldier of the Battle Race. No matter how strong Old Yang was, he wouldn't dare kill a soldier in the city. Otherwise, he would be hunted down by the Battle Race. It would be difficult for his entire family to survive.
"Close the city gates," the commander said impatiently.
"Close the city gates again. How do you expect the citizens of the city to survive? Do you still have any respect for the law? "Old Yang reprimanded angrily.
The commander was a little angry at being reprimanded. He turned his head and said coldly, "I only did this because I received orders. If you have the ability, go to the City Lord's residence and complain about me!"
Boom!
The city gates were closed. Ye Qinghan was like a great roc spreading its wings. He directly jumped down from the city gate tower that was over ten feet high. The ground shook and dust flew everywhere.
Whoosh — —
Ye Qinghan's body flashed a few times and turned into a wisp of smoke, disappearing from the city gates.
Inside the city, a small guard ran down from the roof and respectfully handed over a piece of parchment to Old Yang. He said, "Master, this is what the lord you found told me to give you."
Old Yang reached out and took the parchment. When he saw a few words written on it, his blood boiled and he almost spat out blood.
"Idiot, I already said that I left from the west gate. You didn't believe me."
Old Yang's hand trembled and directly shattered the parchment. His face twisted and he roared, "Open the city gates for me!"
"Guards! Get ready! Strictly prevent thieves from breaking in! "
The commander didn't hesitate to mobilize a large number of guards. Although they were a bunch of rookies, they had proper status. If Old Yang dared to make a move, it would be equivalent to declaring war on the Battle Race!
Old Yang was flustered and exasperated. He retreated to the streets and took out a signal arrow. He directly shot it into the void and exploded in the sky. The entire Fengyang City could see it clearly.
At this moment, the Mystic who had already reached the south gate trembled and almost fainted from anger.
"Go to the west gate. Chase after him!" the Mystic roared.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — —
Whoosh!
A group of people flew through the air and headed straight for the west gate.
However, Ye Qinghan was even faster. In a few flashes, he rushed hundreds of miles away from the city gates.
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