Chapter 297: The Hour of the Rabbit (2)

Chapter 297: The Hour of Mao (Part 2)

Why would the Jin Yi Wei of Huanshan City turn on him at this critical moment?

The piercing pain from his wound could not suppress the surging doubts in Huoshan Qiu He’s heart.

This was precisely the peak of the 'Peng Hu Tu Min' incident, its impact growing ever more intense—such a thing should never have happened!

Though such a heinous event was destined to fail to spread widely within the empire’s Yellow Liang dreamscape. Even if Hong Hu were stirring trouble behind the scenes, it couldn’t overcome the Qin Tian Jian’s authority to suppress it directly.

But not long ago, he had received word that the military department’s edict had already reached the Thousand Household Office, its wording stern, ordering a thorough investigation.

Gui Wang Da, that old bastard, had been summoned to the Thousand Household Office for questioning, which indirectly confirmed the message’s authenticity.

The entire situation was unfolding as he and Gong Qinghong had anticipated.

If nothing went wrong, Gui Wang Da would only be made a scapegoat, executed to take the blame. The entire Xiujiao Office would not escape the military department’s punishment.

He would reap the benefits without bloodshed, collapsing the Jin Yi Wei of Huanshan City without effort, and gaining prestige within his own family.

But what had gone wrong?

Could it be that Li Jun and the others had already realized they couldn’t turn the tide, so they chose mutual destruction with him?

Gong Qinghong had promised him that with Xie Bi’an and Fan Wu Jiu present, the Xiujiao Office would never abandon Gui Wang Da.

Huoshan Qiu He rolled and leaped up, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, staring at the towering figure approaching step by step.

“Want to use me as a shield? Li Jun, do you know that doing this will only drag the entire Jin Yi Wei of Huanshan City to their graves with you?”

Bang!

The door exploded into fragments, and Fan Wu Jiu, holding the bloodstained embroidered spring blade, charged in.

Behind him followed a gaunt, hunched figure—the very Tang Po who had lost most of his subordinates to Huoshan Qiu He’s tricks.

“Companions in death? It’s you, you bastard, who should be giving my eighth grandson, Sun Shangxiang, a companion in death!”

Fan Wu Jiu’s eyes bloodshot, his rage uncontainable. “What a spirited lady she was, and you choked her to death with your own hands!”

At this point, the shouts from below had gradually faded. Huoshan Qiu He’s heart skipped a beat—his followers were likely all dead.

To wipe out his subordinates in such a short time, only the entire Jin Yi Wei of Huanshan City acting in unison could achieve that!

Something must have gone wrong.

Could it be Huang Yue?

A thunderclap flashed in Huoshan Qiu He’s mind. His body suddenly lurched backward, crashing through the thick wall behind him, leaping down from the top floor of the Bai Di Hun Tang.

Clearly, he was fleeing.

Unfortunately, the Jin Yi Wei’s experience with such matters was far too rich.

Whoosh!

A iron dragon with trailing flames soared into the sky, heading straight for Huoshan Qiu He, who was naked and falling from above.

On the ground, Yecha discarded the still-smoking 'Fire Dragon Emerging from Water', gazing up at the explosion overhead, and smiled.

“This is my first time hitting a target like this.”

Boom!

Flames mixed with thick black smoke blasted open a massive gap in the Bai Di Hun Tang’s ornate eaves.

Huoshan Qiu He was charred all over. Though no obvious wounds were visible, the force of the blast hurled him into the building.

Blood stained the ground, corpses lay scattered.

Limbs lay among the scattered shells, and severed heads floated in the crimson pool.

Everywhere, the dead members of the Huanshan branch could be seen.

There was also Fan Wu Jiu, holding the embroidered spring blade, searching for survivors to finish off.

Boom!

The ceiling collapsed, and Li Jun, his body swollen from absorbing liver energy, came crashing down!

Cornered, Huoshan Qiu He no longer chose to flee but erupted with the ferocity befitting his martial arts, roaring as he punched toward the sky.

Thud!

Fist met fist, flesh and blood grinding against flesh and blood!

What seemed like an evenly matched collision ended with Huoshan Qiu He’s right arm twisted and broken.

“Ugh!”

Huoshan Qiu He let out a painfully restrained groan, his clenched teeth filled with a choking bloody taste.

Blood rushed to his face, turning it red.

Worse still, the wooden floor of the Bai Di Hun Tang couldn’t withstand such a collision!

The ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way, and his body plummeted downward, out of control.

Bang!

Huoshan Qiu He’s body crashed into a vast bath pool, sending up layers of splashes.

The waves had not yet settled when even greater chaos erupted.

Li Jun followed closely, gripping Huoshan Qiu He’s attacking left fist with five fingers, and kicked him out of the pool, smashing a stone screen into pieces.

Among the wreckage, Huoshan Qiu He twisted his body like a black dragon, seizing his twisted right arm and forcefully realigning the displaced bones.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his ten fingers bent like tiger claws, tearing toward Li Jun’s head.

Li Jun inhaled deeply, the dark yellow on his skin deepening. The vast liver energy within his body became kindling, 'burning' into an even more majestic flesh-and-blood force.

He crossed his elbows to deflect the tiger claws, his feet stomping forward, cracking Huoshan Qiu He’s kneecap with a crisp 'click', and unleashed a flurry of punches.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huoshan Qiu He no longer had a trace of arrogance. His entire body trembled like he’d been shocked, the blood vessels in his eyes bursting, his face a spreading crimson.

Summoning the last of his valor, he no longer tried to block Li Jun’s fists but grabbed his clothes, stretched his neck, and brought his iron-like head down in a crushing blow!

Tiger Form, Bite the Head!

Cornered, Huoshan Qiu He chose not to beg for mercy but to trade lives with Li Jun in a fierce clash!

Li Jun let out a cold snort, channeling the full power of the Eight Extremes Fist to its peak, lifting his elbow to strike Huoshan Qiu He’s forehead, sending his leaning body backward.

At the same time, his arms circled back, gripping Huoshan Qiu He’s neck, pulling him back from his staggering retreat, and drove his knee directly into his face.

“Ugh”

His facial bones caved in, and Huoshan Qiu He, his face a bloody mess, muttered meaningless words, his pupils already showing signs of fading!

But Li Jun, with his liver energy burning fiercely, seemed to have entered a berserk state, with no intention of stopping. He knelt on one knee, pinning Huoshan Qiu He’s chest, treating him like a fallen human target!

A relentless barrage of punches struck flesh and blood, producing a crackling sound like rain lashing windows.

Large, glaring patches of blood spread beneath Huoshan Qiu He, the domineering Eight Extremes force nearly unrecognizable!

Thud!

A crushing blow fell, and Autumn Crane's neck bone snapped completely, pale bone fragments piercing through his throat, his nearly disfigured head tilting at a sickening angle into the deep pit.

Li Jun grasped Autumn Crane's face, lifting the body that had lost all resistance.

Fine as silk nerve strands extended from the chaotic ring, piercing into Autumn Crane's skull, thick black ink-like darkness rapidly consuming his eyes.

"Speak! Where is Gong Qinghong hiding now!"