Chapter 719: Steel Flood, Crushing the Garrison Army with Fists! (Part 2)

In the face of threat, Yang Yunwen was indifferent. Become a ghost? How could Yang Yunwen be afraid of ghosts!

He grinned silently watching a group of cavalry slay towards the desolate temple, watching Lin Qi, driven mad by despair, silently envisioning the scene of flattening the temple and turning Lin Qi into a pool of blood.

“It’s over, completely over… Damn Yang thief!”

The Cyan Ram Black-clothed Man looked at the hundreds of former comrades launching a charge, his heart filled with despair. Though the Garrison Army was not equal to the Linfeng Iron Cavalry, tonight they avoided alarming too many people, and the warhorses were not armored.

Yet, if such hundreds of cavalry were to charge resolutely, even a Half-Step Grandmaster would avoid their sharpness. Facing them directly, even a Half-Step Grandmaster would be defeated and perish.

Moreover, Lin Qi was not a Half-Step Grandmaster, just a mere Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.

In despair and peril, the Cyan Ram Black-clothed Man’s mind went blank. He had long forgotten about Su Mu in the temple, and after hearing both sides’ dialogue, Su Mu’s deep eyes quietly brightened.

He roughly understood what was happening.

The Cyan Ram Black-clothed Man named Lin Qi was a Thousand Man Commander of the Sanshan County Garrison Army. Tonight, he was instigated and fooled by Yang Yunwen, intending to steal Sparrow Blood Iron from the Garrison Arsenal to sell at the Ghost Market.

Tonight was probably Lin Qi’s first act of this kind, hence his caution.

But unbeknownst to him, he had fallen into Yang Yunwen’s trap, becoming a scapegoat. As for why,

It was precisely because Yang Yunwen was about to leave office. Having committed various crimes, he could not withstand investigation, so before stepping down, he planned to push all crimes of embezzling several thousand pounds of rare iron onto Lin Qi.

In doing so, the bad debts of embezzlement and greed that Yang Yunwen committed during his tenure would be cleared and the cost was negligible.

Merely losing a minor Thousand Man Commander, merely a traitor in the Garrison Army was caught, and this time the unlucky one chosen was Lin Qi.

Understanding everything, Su Mu’s furrowed brows relaxed, as Yang Yunwen had actively come tonight without Su Mu seeking him.

A heaven-sent opportunity, to not seize it would be to waste a good intention.

Though there are more people beside Yang Yunwen now than there would be at the ancestral ceremony days later, Yang Yunwen and the Garrison Army only have eyes for Lin Qi, while Su Mu, merely the buyer of Sparrow Blood Iron, is another insignificant unlucky soul.

Nobody noticed him, the enemy was in the open, while he was in the dark.

Though risky, Su Mu had time, place, and people all in his favor.

As for Lin Qi, since he could be used by Yang Yunwen to embezzle, he likely engaged in similar acts on ordinary days. The current situation cannot wholly be blamed on others, there must be hateful aspects in a pitiable person.

Lin Qi’s life or death bears no relation to Su Mu.

Presently, Su Mu utilized the Small Wuxiang Profound Breath Technique, blending his aura with the temple, then stepping out from it and melding with the night and mountain wind, with his toes lightly touching the cliff, quietly slipping away unnoticed.

“Fight it out! Even if I die, I’ll drag some with me!”

“Come on, come on!”

Facing despair, Lin Qi became utterly mad, his eyes blood-red, drawing the long saber from his waist, pointing it at the charging cavalry.

The next moment.

Iron horses and clashing spears surged with terrifying sharpness, and this steel torrent of a hundred men crushed and tore everything apart. Lin Qi’s form was thrown out like a severed kite.

Then in yet another charge, he was thrown again, his protective Qi Blood and Gang Qi shredded like split silk, his body torn into fragments in mid-air, blood splattering the scene.

A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist without armor couldn’t withstand even a few rounds of charge, perishing on the spot.

The temple, already aged and neglected, also collapsed in this two-wave charge, trampled into ruins by hoofs.

“Threaten the carts with mantis, overestimating oneself.”

Watching Lin Qi perish and the temple being destroyed, Yang Yunwen sneered coldly. He didn’t bother with the other person trading with Lin Qi, who surely died in the temple as well, just accompanying Lin Qi in the underworld.

He yanked the reins of his horse to leave, but found they wouldn’t budge.

Suddenly.

A figure swung onto the horse, landing behind him, with a slender hand clasping his neck while the other hand seized the reins from him.

“Lord Yang should not resist, you can’t resist in my grasp. Please follow me tonight.”

A man wearing a White Deer Mask emerged from the shadows, appearing behind him, riding alongside him.

“Who are you, who exactly are you?”

Yang Yunwen’s body exploded in cold glimmers, asking in panic.

“Such audacity, let the master go immediately!”

“Do you know who you have in your hand? Let go of the Captain, you might leave a complete corpse!”

Two thundering shouts resounded from left and right, none other than the Chen brothers beside Yang Yunwen.

“Protect the Captain!”

The Garrison cavalry then belatedly noticed what’s happening, instantly thrown into chaos. With both parties separated by ten zhang, and Yang Yunwen already captured by the assailant, fearful of harming the hostage, they dared not charge recklessly again.

“Damn, Lin Qi was indeed a traitor, secretly collaborating to hold me hostage.” Yang Yunwen, seemingly having assurance, wasn’t panicked under Su Mu’s grasp but rather furiously enraged.

“Attack, why are you two still standing there? This prince is protected by Great Yan’s destiny, how could these scoundrels dare harm me!”