Chapter 237 - 126: This Old Man Bows to No Threat; The Yanjing Li Family Comes to Pledge Allegiance

Chapter 237: Chapter 126: This Old Man Bows to No Threat; The Yanjing Li Family Comes to Pledge Allegiance

"Son of a bitch! Let go of Xiaoyao!"

Seeing this, the two men on the ground struggled to their feet.

One of them swung a fist at Tan Chen’s back, while the other lunged at Cyan Eagle, trying to knock him away from Lu Jingyao.

In the end, Cyan Eagle didn’t even bother to look at them, simply kicking out at each one.

BANG! BANG! Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously. The two men were sent flying, then slammed heavily into the wall!

Finally, they slid down the wall and crumpled to the ground, unconscious and unmoving.

"Brother Hu! Brother Quan!" Lu Jingyao’s eyes widened as he struggled desperately, but his shoulder was held in a death grip by Cyan Eagle.

Lu Jingyao had only learned some rudimentary martial arts; he wasn’t even a Mingjin Martial Artist. In front of these Anjin Martial Artists, he was as weak as a lamb to the slaughter.

Tan Chen glanced at the two unconscious men on the floor, then curled his lip in disdain.

"Let’s go."

The group escorted Lu Jingyao down the stairs. The stairwell was filled with the smell of smoke, dust, and blood.

When they reached the first-floor hallway, Tan Chen and his men stopped. Outside, a dense array of black muzzles was aimed at them.

The surviving soldiers had now completely surrounded the building.

Every single one of them glared at Tan Chen’s group, their teeth clenched. If looks could kill, these men would have already been reduced to ash.

Of the three hundred soldiers stationed here, nearly seventy or eighty had died, and dozens more were wounded. In one fell swoop, they had lost a third of their manpower.

Tan Chen was completely unfazed by the guns. He even bared his yellow-black teeth in a mocking grin. "Now, don’t do anything reckless. I have Lord Lu’s precious son right here."

"One wrong move, and Young Master Lu’s esteemed head will blossom."

Lu Jingyao was restrained and couldn’t move, but he still shouted with all his might, "Don’t worry about me! Kill them!"

As he passed through the first floor, Lu Jingyao saw Niu Dagang’s headless corpse and a young female editor buried in the rubble, only one hand visible, her fate unknown.

He felt like he was going crazy. These people had gotten hurt because of him.

At that moment, Lu Jingyao wished he could devour Tan Chen and his men. The next second, he opened his mouth, intending to bite off his tongue and commit suicide.

Cyan Eagle, who had been watching Lu Jingyao intently, was quicker. His right hand shot out like an iron claw, seizing his chin and applying sudden force.

CRACK! With a sharp snap, Lu Jingyao’s jaw was dislocated. The man himself could only let out a pained groan, now powerless to bite his tongue.

Seeing this, the leading soldier’s fists clenched so tightly the veins on them bulged. Finally, gritting his teeth, he squeezed out two words.

"Stand down!"

After all, in the hearts of most people in Yun Port City, Lord Lu was the greatest figure in history, the only person they had seen in all these years who truly stood up for the common people.

He was their Lord of the Blue Sky, the Stabilizing Needle of Yun Port City. Because of this deep-seated affection, no one wanted to risk any harm coming to Lord Lu’s beloved son, Lu Jingyao.

"Hahahaha! Thank you all so much! Let’s go! Go back and inform the brothers! We’re all pulling out of Yun Port City!"

Having achieved his goal, Tan Chen threw his head back and laughed, striding outside. Cyan Eagle followed close behind, escorting Lu Jingyao, with the rest of their men in tow.

He and Cyan Eagle had gone to all this trouble just to preserve the core strength of their two gangs.

After all, the Daxia New Country was currently in turmoil, plagued by famine and war, with warlords carving up the land and new powers rising everywhere.

Without some loyal brothers under their command, they would be devoured by others, with not even bones left behind.

They planned to head north to the Yinwang Empire and seek refuge with the remnants of the Yin Court, who were backed by the Wa Country.

Tan Chen hadn’t gone far when he suddenly remembered something and shouted back over his shoulder.

"Oh, right! Remember to inform his lordship, Lord Lu, to prepare a shipment of firearms for us brothers."

"Once we’re safe, we’ll naturally let Young Master Lu return unharmed."

The Lu Family’s living room was brightly lit, with a crystal chandelier casting a soft, brilliant glow throughout the space.

Lu Yun sat in the main seat, lost in thought, his gaze seeming somewhat distant.

A month had passed without him realizing it. His luck had been quite poor during that time; he hadn’t managed to obtain even a single piece of Immortal Flesh.

It was as if the Immortal Flesh had vanished into thin air, never again appearing before his eyes.

So, during this period, he had been relying entirely on all the potent tonics available on the market to slowly accumulate modified value.

Things like Wild Ginseng King, deer antler, Lingzhi, and Polygonum multiflorum—Lu Yun had his people gather and consume heaps of anything that could provide nourishment.

’But the efficiency of these items is too low. After a month of eating them, I’ve only gained 50 points.’

[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]

Name: Lu Yun

Gender: Male

Realm: Grandmaster of Divine Intent (Mid-Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist (3rd Floor), Glazed Radiant Body (1st Floor).

Modified Value: 2300

After glancing at the modifier, Lu Yun slowly composed himself, preparing to rest for a bit before going to his room to sleep.

He calculated the time. ’Jingteng and the others should have adapted to the power within their bodies by now.’

’It’s about time I helped them break through to the Grandmaster of Huajin realm. Of course, the prerequisite for all of this is to first obtain more Immortal Flesh.’

Less than a few minutes later, Lu Fu suddenly strode in from outside the villa. This time, his pace was much faster than usual—he was practically running—and his expression was uglier than anything Lu Yun had ever seen on him.

"Master, something has happened to Young Master Jingyao! He’s been captured by men from the Weiyuan Thirteen Eagles Gang and the Ba Fuxi Bang."