Why do I have so many masters?

Otherwise...

A trace of coldness appeared in Wuxin's eyes.

Xu Sixing parried another sword strike, glanced at the moonlight, then retracted his gaze. Facing Wuxin who radiated chilling intent, he smiled as if victory was assured:

"It's been such a long time, I fear the reinforcements won't be coming?"

Wuxin replied coldly, simply holding his sword for a strong offense.

After exchanging several moves with him, Xu Sixing suddenly clamped the sword with his bare palm. Wuxin quickly reacted, his qi mechanism operating, and frantically spun the sword, but he couldn't penetrate the extremely dense gang qi on Xu Sixing's palm. As he was about to break free and retreat, he was struck with a palm force in his heart, his face turned pale.

Xu Sixing actually threw Dongfang Ximing towards Yang Hu who had been lurking all this time, freeing up his left hand to seize the opportunity.

Under the lamplight, Wang Anfeng set aside his sword and confronted the enemy with fists and palms, vigorous qi bursting forth as he yelled in anger, "Tie Lin, get out of my way!"

On the inn's street, the body of a slain young man was discovered, causing screams of terror, surrounded by martial soldiers and government officials. Meanwhile, on the adjacent restaurant's pavilion, the place was vacated, with no trace of the youth who had been lightly laughing over drinks.

In the Liangzhou government office, officials embraced beauties, lavishly drinking, laughter unending.

The provincial official surveyed disdainfully, standing with a smile as he spoke to the assembled officials:

"That so-called famous detective, merely a lackey, notorious for cruelty, dare insult me, now begging for my help, let him wait!"

"Gentlemen, let's drink!"

"Tonight is long, we shall not return sober."

"Not return sober!"

Outside the North City gate, Yang Hu suddenly grabbed Dongfang Ximing, turned and sprinted away madly, like an enraged lone wolf under the moon, quickly distancing from Liangzhou City, yet was hit in the leg by a hidden weapon thrown by Wuxin.

Xu Sixing landed a palm on Wuxin's chest.

Wuxin spat blood, staggering backward, while Yang Hu roared defiantly, enduring the intense pain, knocking down all soldiers attempting to block him, charging into the distance.

Wuxin could only watch him sprint away, hearing his angry shout:

"Who dares block me?!"

Then...

Li Qidao placed the wine jug on the table. It made a light sound as the clear wine inside the jug rippled, creating circles of waves, colliding against the jug, causing more to emerge, endlessly surging and clashing.

The old man raised his eyes to gaze at the bright moon in the sky, softly said:

"The story is finished."

Suddenly, a firework exploded in the sky, its colors different from normal, and it was outside the city, lighting up in the dark night, illuminating Wuxin's sinking dark eyes.

Yang Hu had already run five hundred steps.

A streak of sword light flashed across the sky, instantly severing Yang Hu's arm, Dongfang Ximing fell to the ground, immediately embraced by a woman who swiftly carried him away, her white dress fluttering, ethereal like an immortal.

In the distance, fifty martial artists aimed their mechanical crossbows.

The leader grinned hideously and swung his palm down:

"Who dares stop you?"

"By the command of my lord! We've waited here for you long, at the Divine Martial Mansion, shoot in unison!"

...

The firework reflected in Wang Anfeng's eyes, his jade pendant shining, his whole demeanor suddenly calmed, then he cast aside all possible concerns.

Lightning-colored hues flared up on his body.

After all, he had merely guessed before, he had ordered the Divine Martial Mansion to block on that side, rescuing a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, to warn him.

He himself ran urgently from the inner city.

Indeed, aside from Li City being a possibility, there were other possibilities.

He dared not strike with full strength, wasting qi mechanism.

But now, all possibilities converged into one, Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, all the frustrations of the night's encounters transformed into aggression and fury, roaring in his heart, his body flared up with streaks of lightning.

Qi mechanism connected, thoroughly linked with the divine weapon behind him.

Daily, he could do it with full strength only once.

As if ascending to heaven in one step, directly skipping all prior processes, Wang Anfeng's aura suddenly became expansive and grand, freezing Tie Lin's limbs, making action difficult, then on the border of this immense qi mechanism, lightning visible to the naked eye appeared.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Today, the entire Liangzhou City was thriving, centered around Xingdefang and other neighborhoods, with millions of people jubilantly celebrating the Great Qin era, some admiring lanterns, some getting drunk, some strolling with beauties.

Amongst the prosperous era are countless people.

Yet these countless people all subconsciously looked up at the sky at this moment, the ink-colored firmament, the starlight seemed overshadowed by the moonlight and worldly prosperity, amid the darkness, blue-purple lightning appeared like an angry dragon, connecting the heavens and earth, deeply imprinted into everyone's mind.

"Qin · Liangzhou State Chronicles"——

In the fourth year of the Great Yuan Era, autumn, the night of August 15, the moon passed the zenith.

Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder.

The city was traversed by a hundred Baili.

Pure lightning outlined heaven and earth, Xu Sixing raised his hand to grab the injured Wuxin, intending to capture him as a hostage, when the sky instantly lit up, a scar of thunder fell directly from the sky, striking Xu Sixing, almost paralyzing all his meridians.

Amid the roar of thunder, suddenly a person appeared before him, throwing a punch, Xu Sixing crossed his hands, blocking before him, after a silent moment, the airwave entangled thunder pulp, continuously intertwined within several zhang.

The ground instantly sank, the entire Liangzhou City's gate started violently shaking.

Wuxin fled awkwardly from this dangerous region, breathing heavily.

Xu Sixing endured increasingly intense pressure, eyes widened, gritted his teeth saying:

"Who are you?!"

"A debt collector!"

Amid the low human voice, the fist edge pushed forward again, accompanied by the crisp sound like the shattered glazed cup, the defensive qi mechanism that Wuxin had been unable to break before directly collapsed, Wang Anfeng's right fist struck heavily.

The airwave rose, raging, half of the city wall collapsed.

PS: Today's update is uploaded... a colossal chapter, this chapter is colossal ah ah ah~!