With the cover of the wooden shield, a team finally rushed to the front of the door. But after furiously pounding it a few times, the door didn’t budge an inch.
"The door won’t open!" someone shouted.
"What a bunch of useless fools!" Zhan Feng sneered at the sight, suddenly leaping over a dozen meters to the front of the door, then raised his palm and struck.
Bang, a loud explosion.
Woodchips flew everywhere, looking again, the door was shattered by more than half with a single strike from Zhan Feng, and over a dozen of the supporting wooden stakes behind were also cracked.
This strike was like thunder from a clear sky, leaving everyone present stunned.
Zhan Feng, however, laughed heartily, "Charge in, leave no one alive!"
With that said, he was the first to charge into the courtyard.
Just as he entered, arrows began shooting at Zhan Feng from all directions.
Zhan Feng didn’t care at all, casually waving his hand, the wind from his palm deflected the incoming arrows.
Even those few arrows that hit Zhan Feng barely scratched his surface.
From a distance on the rooftop, Zhao Ya narrowed his eyes upon witnessing this.
Skin Grinding Great Success, Fourth Realm Martial Artist!
This was indeed Zhao Ya’s first time seeing a Fourth Realm Martial Artist in action.
Truly formidable.
Meanwhile, Zhan Feng tapped the ground with his toes, and like a bird in flight, he circled the front yard once.
Wherever he passed, screams echoed continuously.
The Manor Guards, hiding and shooting arrows, were killed by Zhan Feng’s single circle, leaving only four or five survivors.
The remaining people dared not linger any longer and all retreated hastily.
The people from the Hong and Yang families, along with those from Cyan Bamboo Ridge, also stormed in at this moment.
"Split up and act according to the plan!"
Hong Shouchang shouted, then led his men towards the central courtyard.
He knew that was where the Song Family’s most important Meat Field was.
"Damn it, you shameless Hong!"
Yang Sansi cursed under his breath, and helplessly led his men to charge elsewhere.
Fu Tingfang didn’t bother with them; she only had one thought now, to find that Zhao and tear him to pieces.
She charged forward recklessly, while Diao Ruhai reluctantly followed behind.
Meanwhile, the ambushed guards revealed themselves, engaging in battle with the three-family alliance.
The sound of battle cries and clashes shook the skies, and the situation quickly turned into a deadlock, a chaotic melee.
Zhao Ya leapt off the rooftop, slicing down a thief from Cyan Bamboo Ridge with one slash, then joined the battle.
However, Zhao Ya never lingered in battle, fighting while moving, targeting only those who were valuable.
Slash.
The blade flashed, and a small leader’s head from who knows which faction flew high into the air.
But Zhao Ya didn’t wait for it to land before disappearing from the scene, moving towards the next target.
"Shameless scoundrel, die!"
An angry shout filled with fury came forth, and then a sword light slanted towards Zhao Ya.
Zhao Ya slightly sidestepped, and his blade effortlessly cut towards the source of the sword light.
Fu Tingfang was startled by the speed of the coming blade.
She did not expect Zhao Ya’s reaction to be so quick.
Just now, she finally spotted Zhao Ya amidst the battle and in joy tried to stab him, not expecting Zhao Ya to dodge it with ease.
Fu Tingfang dodged the slash, her sword still poised to strike, but at that moment Zhao Ya’s foot was already there, kicking straight towards Fu Tingfang’s abdomen.
If this kick landed, Fu Tingfang’s intestines would be ruptured.
Zhao Ya had already recognized the person as the Third Young Lady who had pursued him before.
But whether it was Third Young Lady or Fifth Young Lady, Zhao Ya would show no mercy.
The powerful kick was coming, Fu Tingfang couldn’t evade, and terror and regret were written across her face as the kick almost landed.
She thought with the power of the three families combined, she would surely cut down Zhao Ya.
The result was shocking; Zhao Ya’s skills had improved so rapidly that she couldn’t even fight back.
In the midst of despair, a large hand pulled her backward, dodging the kick.
At the same time, this person raised a palm, releasing a nauseating gust of wind.
It was the Fifth Village Chief from Cyan Bamboo Ridge, Diao Ruhai.
Seeing him, Zhao Ya’s killing intent surged wildly.
If it wasn’t for his sneak attack, the Chief of the Escort wouldn’t have lost an arm.
So, if you ask who Zhao Ya wants to kill the most, Diao Ruhai would have to be first.
Zhao Ya stepped back and turned, dodging Diao Ruhai’s Poison Palm, his blade slashing at him like a fierce storm.
Diao Ruhai secretly cursed his luck.
He had predicted Zhao Ya’s increased strength, but not this level of prowess.
The Third Young Lady nearly met her end, and now he himself was ensnared in Zhao Ya’s blade dance.
If this continued, he would certainly meet his demise.
Just then, the wildly swinging Zhao Ya suddenly leaped backward.
A figure appeared where he stood moments before, as Zhan Feng retracted his palm with a sinister sneer.
"That little monkey sure runs fast."
Zhao Ya’s expression was grave.
He had just felt a sudden sense of danger, a feeling that had saved him numerous times before, prompting him to leave the battlefield without hesitation.
And sure enough.
If he had hesitated for even a moment, this hideous Fourth Realm Martial Artist could have successfully ambushed him.
He gave Zhan Feng a deep look and disappeared into the darkness.
"Second Brother, that was the Zhao Ya who once bullied me!" Fu Tingfang stated.
Towards Fu Tingfang, Zhan Feng was quite amiable, chuckling after he listened.
"Don’t worry, none of them will escape today. How about I personally flay that little monkey later?"
"Good!"
On the side, Diao Ruhai was still rattled; had Zhan Feng not arrived in time, his head would be rolling.
"Old Five, you really are getting useless, unable to deal with a wet-behind-the-ears brat, truly pathetic."
Diao Ruhai’s face reddened, unable to retort.
Zhan Feng waved his large hand, "Charge with me, whoever captures Song Linqing first gets a great reward."
The thieves from Cyan Bamboo Ridge were invigorated, following Zhan Feng as they surged forward.
But they hadn’t gone far when they came to a stop.
Because a troop clad in Black Armor blocked their path.