Kapitel 7: Don't Be Afraid, The Young Master Has Your Back
The deaths of the three Confucian scholars from prominent families did not attract much attention.
On the city wall, the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle with clashing swords and constant clashes.
Moreover, when Ning Zhao made her move, she effortlessly resolved the battle in the blink of an eye, as if it was child's play.
With the support of spiritual energy, Ning Zhao had reached the realm of a master martial artist. Even though her control over spiritual energy was not perfect, she could easily defeat second-rate martial artists.
Yueyi's eyes were filled with shock. Ning Zhao had become so strong!
She was even stronger than an ordinary master martial artist and more dominant.
If it were anyone else, they would probably not be able to withstand a single sword strike from Ning Zhao.
Ni Yu's face turned red, and she gripped the umbrella handle tightly, her eyes widening... So powerful!
Lu Fan sat quietly in his wheelchair, without any expression on his face.
When he first met **, he was not used to it, but...
He would get used to it sooner or later.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Living in chaotic times, one must get used to the rules of chaos.
"Young Master, if you don't want to see blood, cover your eyes," Ning Zhao said softly, her beautiful face slightly tilted towards Lu Fan's ear.
Lu Fan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
"Your young master is not that fragile."
"Ning Jie, take me to the top of the city wall."
"Yueyi, go open the city gate."
Lu Fan gently patted the woolen blanket on his lap and said.
"Yes."
Ning Zhao smiled gently.
Yueyi's eyes flickered sharply, and she flicked her whip. With a surge of energy and blood, she shot out from the stack of **.
Lu Fan turned his head and glanced at Ni Yu, who was staring at him with wide eyes, and lightly clapped his hands.
"Xiao Ni, hold the umbrella steady."
"The sun is not good for the young master's handsome face."
Ning Zhao was stunned as she pushed the wheelchair forward.
Ni Yu, on the other hand, rolled her eyes. The young master... was shameless.
There was no sloping path for the wheelchair from the bottom of the city to the top, only narrow stairs that could only accommodate one person at a time.
At this moment, the stairs were littered with ** in all directions.
"Young Master, hold on tight."
Ning Zhao reminded.
Lu Fan raised an eyebrow.
In the next moment, Ning Zhao's delicate hand patted the back of the wheelchair, and with small steps, her white veil that had fallen down suddenly flipped up.
She actually lifted the wheelchair, stepped on the stairs, and seemed to be floating in the air.
With a few steps, they reached the top of the city wall.
Ni Yu quickly closed the umbrella and climbed the stairs, panting heavily.
Ni Yu was also bitter about this ordeal. She swore that she would work hard to learn martial arts after today.
The wooden wheels touched the ground and collided with the ancient bricks on the city wall, making a crisp sound.
In fact, the battle on the city wall was almost over.
Both sides were at a standstill without a clear victory or defeat.
Lu Changkong's trusted general, Luo Yue, led the defending soldiers and the armies of the three major families, forming separate camps on the city wall.
With Ning Zhao bringing Lu Fan to the city wall, they appeared right at the forefront of the confrontation, facing the direction of the three major families' army.
This sudden appearance made them the center of attention unintentionally.
The atmosphere became somewhat strange and awkward for a while.
The air was filled with blood and tension.
Both sides were stunned and stared at each other.
"Ah, Young Master, Ning Jie... wait for Xiao Ni."
Ni Yu, with one hand holding the umbrella and the other clumsily climbing the stairs, finally reached the top of the city wall.
After reaching the top of the city wall, Ni Yu's umbrella touched the ground, and she supported herself with one hand on her waist, gasping for breath first.
Climbing dozens of steps to the top of the city wall in one breath was really exhausting for her.
"Young Master!"
Suddenly.
A piercing scream resounded, scaring Ni Yu's hand to tremble, almost dropping the umbrella.
Among Lu Changkong's trusted subordinates, a general holding a blood-stained long sword let out a desperate and piercing scream, filled with fear and despair.
They naturally recognized Lu Fan, the son of Lu Changkong, their young master.
But the young master had a physical disability and was paralyzed from the waist down. He unexpectedly appeared on the city wall at this moment.
The city wall was extremely dangerous now, almost like a battlefield from hell.
The three major families had betrayed Beiluo City, completely tearing apart the facade. Lu Fan's appearance right in front of the army of the three major families was tantamount to entering the tiger's den!
On the other side, the powerhouses of the three major families were initially stunned, but then they were overwhelmed with excitement.
"Isn't this Lu Changkong's only son, the cripple from the Lu family?!"
"Hahaha! Capture him, and the control of Beiluo City will be in our hands!"
"Be careful, Lu Changkong's personal martial arts servant is a first-rate martial artist!"
...
Among the camps of the three major families, many Confucian scholars in martial clothing had their eyes lit up.
Bang!
However, this commotion only lasted for an instant.
On the city wall, the air was filled with shocking impact, and from the camps of the three major families, martial artists sprang out like wild beasts smelling blood.
On the other side, Lu Changkong's trusted general, Luo Yue, quickly rushed out to protect Lu Fan.
Lu Fan became the target of both sides in an instant.
However, Lu Fan, who became a target by accident, remained calm.
Although the impact shook his face slightly and made it slightly red, he was not flustered at all. He had to maintain the composure befitting a young master.
"Xiao Ni, hold the umbrella."
Lu Fan propped up his chin with one hand and placed the other on the woolen blanket on his lap, saying.
Ni Yu hurriedly opened the umbrella, holding onto the handle tightly, trembling legs shielding Lu Fan from the sun.
"The three major families colluding with the enemy deserves death."
"Behead their leaders and hang them on the city wall as a warning."
Lu Fan looked at the approaching martial artists coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Zhao's eyes flickered like torches, and in an instant, her thin and delicate sword flew out from the hilt by the wheelchair's handle once again.
"You're just a half-paralyzed cripple putting on airs!"
The camp of the three major families.
The first-class martial artist who attacked laughed disdainfully.
This person was Chen He, the head of the Chen family among the three major families. He had studied Confucian and Taoist arts under the national teacher and usually had the appearance of a Confucian scholar. However, today, he looked terrifying and ferocious.
Ning Zhao was as indifferent as an ancient block of ice, her lotus steps light.
Chen He also did not let his guard down. Ning Zhao was undoubtedly the first-class martial arts servant provided by Lu Changkong to protect Lu Fan.
Ning Zhao and Chen He moved at an extremely fast speed, approaching each other rapidly.
Being both first-class martial artists, Chen He, being a man, had the advantage. So he was confident in himself.
Lu Changkong's trusted general, Luo Yue, rushed over to stand in front of Lu Fan.
Lu Fan watched the battle in front of him intently.
In the next moment.
His eyes suddenly contracted.
A flash of sword light streaked across the sky.
The battle ended faster than anyone expected.
Chen He collided with Ning Zhao.
With a loud explosion, Chen He's heart trembled instantly. He saw Ning Zhao's aura skyrocket in an instant. The power unleashed from her thin and delicate sword was like a heavy hammer weighing thousands of pounds.
Chen He's tiger mouth cracked, and the sword in his hand flew out of his grasp.
He couldn't even scream before his head was beheaded.
His head soared into the sky and was slapped away by Ning Zhao's sword backhand, rolling to the feet of Luo Yue like a ball.
As for Chen He's corpse, it was kicked by Ning Zhao and fell to one side.
One move to kill a first-class martial artist.
Ning Zhao seemed to have done something insignificant.
Her lotus steps lightly stepped on the city wall, and her voluptuous figure was filled with constant explosions.
She went straight for the other two family heads of the three major families.
"A master martial artist?!"
"A madman! Lu Changkong, you madman!"
"Having a master martial artist as a servant? You crafty old fox, Lu Changkong!"
The instant death of Chen He made the others from the three major families suddenly realize that Ning Zhao was not an ordinary master martial artist!
Ning Zhao held the thin and delicate sword, and a trace of cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Young Master has sentenced you all to death today."
"Then go ahead and die obediently."
Ning Zhao said.
In the next moment, a faint blue spiritual energy surged from her lower abdomen, traversing her whole body. With breathtaking speed, she flew over the heads of the numerous guards of the three major families, catching up to the escaping family heads.
Pfft!
Blood spurted into the sky.
The sword as thin as a cicada's wings lightly patted, and the two bloody heads, just like Chen He's head, rolled to the feet of Luo Yue, neatly arranged.
As for the two corpses, they fell powerlessly.
On the city wall.
Ningzhao held the Chanyi Sword in her hand, wearing a light silk gown and with her dark hair scattered, exuding an unparalleled elegance.
The warriors and soldiers on the city wall were extremely shocked.
Grandmasters and powerful warriors could dominate the battlefield and decapitate enemy generals.
And now... they witnessed it with their own eyes.
Ningzhao walked forward with her sword, blood dripping from the tip, passing through the soldiers of the three major families and directly returning to the back of Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
No one dared to stop her.
On top of the city tower, there was silence.
Luoyue looked at the neatly arranged row of three heads at her feet and felt a bit confused.
Did Ningzhao actually do it?
Why is she so strong?
At this moment, outside Beilu City.
Creak.
A deafening sound echoed.
The tightly closed city gate was opened by Yiyue.
Although the city gate was heavy, Yiyue was still a second-rate warrior, with unobstructed energy and blood flowing throughout her body, allowing her to open a gap in the heavy and oppressive gate.
Outside the city.
Lu Changkong lay on his horse, and from the floating mane, he saw the opening gap of the city gate. His eyes immediately lit up.
The sound of hooves became faster.
Transformed into a bloody shadow.
"Open!"
Lu Changkong shouted.
With a foot on the horse's back, his body leaped into the air and slapped the heavy city gate, forcefully widening the gap.
His body moved like an agile monkey, slipping into the city through the gap in the gate.
The sweaty blood horse also rushed into the city gate. In the instant the horse entered the city, Lu Changkong landed on the ground, turned around, and retreated with a bow step. Both palms slapped the gate, and his energy and blood surged. The clothes and armor on his upper body were shattered by the impact.
Boom!
The city gate forcefully closed.
"Drop the bolt!"
Lu Changkong said in a deep voice.
Yiyue, who had been waiting for a long time, her face turned red from the shock of the grandmaster's energy and blood, her eyes flickered, and she loosened the long whip in her hand. The heavy bolt of the city gate fell, and her whole body went soft, collapsing onto the ground helplessly.
At the critical moment.
Four grandmaster warriors launched their attacks together.
All of them struck the sturdy city gate.
The city gate made a huge noise, but it couldn't be broken.
Lu Changkong, with a strong and burly figure, stood behind the city gate, staring at the trusted general kneeling on the ground with a spear piercing through him, his face as gloomy as water.
Feng Shi came galloping excitedly.
Just in time to see Lu Changkong entering the city, he immediately burst into angry curses.
"Darn it! They escaped!"
"Damn it, Lu, you piece of turtle crap!"
"Hand over your weak and disabled son, I have my soldiers waiting to indulge him!"
Feng Shi cursed on horseback continuously.
He planned to provoke Lu Changkong with foul language.
However... it was a pity.
Behind the city gate, there was no movement.
Feng Shi's temples throbbed with anger. He glared fiercely, continued to curse at the city wall, and spewed various vulgar words incessantly.
...
On top of the city tower.
Listening to Feng Shi's curses below.
Lu Fan covered his chest again, sniffling and grumbling.
He was angry and wanted someone to please him.
Ningzhao's gaze condensed.
She patted the backrest of the wheelchair with her delicate hand.
The sword as thin as a cicada's wing popped out again.
"Master, don't get angry. I'll go and calm him down."
Ningzhao said, "How do you want him to die?"
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, one hand covering his chest and the other smoothing out the wrinkles on the thin blanket.
"Cut off his legs, bring him up to the city, and I... will personally deal with him."
Lu Fan said.
Ningzhao was taken aback for a moment, then a smile bloomed on her face like peach blossoms.
"Yes."
"Go ahead. If those grandmasters dare to stop you, just kill them."
Lu Fan chuckled, raised his hand, and gently tapped Ningzhao's soft and slender waist.
"Don't be afraid, with me backing you up..."
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