Chapter 2291 - 2280: Frenzied Slaughter

At this moment, quite a number of Forbidden Army soldiers had climbed up from the other side of the city walls, brandishing swords and blades, and charged at Lin Zifeng again.

To such ants, Lin Zifeng couldn’t be bothered to say much. Sweeping the Heavenly Painting Halberd, he let the blood mix with bodies, falling beyond Xuanwu Gate.

Bodies fell into the flood, only causing a few ripples before disappearing completely. Lin Zifeng was undecided; if it were just fifty thousand Forbidden Army, he could kill them today, but the capital of Lianyun Empire housed hundreds of thousands of civilians. Could he kill them all?

Even with Mu Ruoyun’s help, Lin Zifeng’s Elemental Power seemed endless, but surely there would come a time of exhaustion. By then, even if they couldn’t kill him, they could bury him under a heap of bodies to crush him.

He sighed, and the sharp angles of his face finally regained the coldness from before. His feet on the stone slabs sank in slightly.

"Since I can’t kill them all, I’ll tear down Liu Fatty’s house!"

Speaking to himself, Lin Zifeng didn’t hesitate. He suddenly raised the Heavenly Painting Halberd in his hand, leapt high, transforming into a golden deity, and smashed it onto the blood-stained city wall below!

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the three pure gold characters Xuanwu Gate trembled violently, and a deep and bottomless ravine emerged on the city wall.

Standing straight amidst the dust, Lin Zifeng looked at the flying stone fragments beneath his feet and sneered, "Hmph, I did not expect Liu Fatty to have no other skill, but he did build quite a sturdy Imperial Palace."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zifeng stood up again, this time even the Heavenly Painting Halberd was no longer needed. He merely focused the golden shimmering Elemental Power in his free left hand.

"Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!"

"Roar..."

A golden dragon charged down as if from the Nine Heavens, heading straight for the precarious Xuanwu Gate. The rampant and powerful Elemental Power caused the swarming crowd to stand still in astonishment.

"Boom..."

The golden dragon struck the city wall with a dull, enormous sound, seemingly showcasing Lin Zifeng’s anger. Amidst the dust, sounds of collapse could faintly be heard.

"Rumble..."

Even though separated by dust, unable to see the scene within, Liu Jihong standing in the palace was not deaf and could not fail to hear the enormous noise.

Anger, shock, and fear apart from that reverberated in Liu Jihong’s eyes; what was supposed to be Lianyun Empire’s strongest defense—Xuanwu Gate—had been turned to rubble by Lin Zifeng in merely two strikes!

For Lin Zifeng, tearing down Xuanwu Gate was merely to keep the Forbidden Army and civilians outside, but for Liu Jihong, it was more than just that; it was a slap in the face!

Thinking of himself as the ruler of a nation, his palace being demolished in front of the city dwellers and his soldiers, how could he endure this?

Fortunately, Lin Zifeng had only torn down Xuanwu Gate. If in a fit of anger he had demolished the entire palace’s walls, then perhaps, the two emperors of the Liu family would not be able to reside in a place where even the gates had been torn down.

A breeze passed, and after a long while, the dust raised by Xuanwu Gate slowly settled, revealing Lin Zifeng standing on the ruins, covered in blood, looking dominantly at the people below.

Shock, fear, anger, hatred, and even some submission; Lin Zifeng took in the expressions on their faces and couldn’t help but sneer.

The old man Qingyi could destroy your palace, and I, Lin Zifeng, can do the same!

After a brief sneer, Lin Zifeng suddenly jumped into the Imperial Palace, looking at the remnant cavalry still arrayed in an offensive formation, he shouted: "Those who dare block me will share the fate of Xuanwu Gate behind me!"

However, what Lin Zifeng didn’t expect was that the answer to him was the sound of neat horse stomping and the sharp whistle of cavalry spears cutting through the air.

"Such foolishness, why, clearly being used as pawns, do they still act this way!?"

The Heavenly Painting Halberd swung with a fierce sound, Lin Zifeng’s figure turned into a phantom, charging into the steel flow, instantly, countless blood and severed limbs flew out.

"Pu..."

In less than ten exchanges, the originally tight attack formation of the cavalry had been broken by Lin Zifeng. The remaining Forbidden Army could only extend their trembling cavalry spears toward Lin Zifeng’s phantom.

Among the iron cavalry of Lianyun Empire, some were fearful, angry, and unwilling, but none retreated!

The more he fought, the more amazed Lin Zifeng became. These low-skilled cavalry, numbering less than a thousand, managed to delay him for so long. Some were even cut in two by his spear but used their last strength to throw their spears at him.

For some reason, a mocking arc slowly appeared at Lin Zifeng’s lips. He swept away those around him, golden light mixed with blood congealed at the tip of the Heavenly Painting Halberd, pointing straight at Liu Jihong, he stated word by word: "Such a steel army willing to die for you, a muddled ruler, if they knew in the afterlife, would they still protect your Liu family father and son!?"

Muddled ruler...

These two words from Lin Zifeng’s mouth weren’t for the first time, but this time, they were like a heavy hammer striking Liu Jihong’s heart.

The way of emperors, Liu Jihong believed himself to be not quite as wise as a saint but somewhat knowledgeable.

What defines a muddled ruler? One who conducts affairs improperly is a muddled ruler.

Since the moment he did not choose to hunt down Qingyi and others after the death of their National Guardian Martial God and instead falsely accused Lin Zifeng, Liu Jihong knew he had become a muddled ruler.

Yet Liu Jihong persisted in his errors, even resorting to using the Azure Dragon Order to mobilize fifty thousand Forbidden Army to kill an innocent, Lin Zifeng, who had once helped his Empire. If his actions came to light, his accumulated prestige over a lifetime would be washed away.

Endless laments, but now, Liu Jihong had reached a dead end. The Empire’s cavalry could be said to have fought because of him, died because of him, and now, there was truly no retreat.

He didn’t believe Lin Zifeng would stop there. He might spare the remaining Forbidden Army, but he, as the instigator, would not be let off lightly!

The only thing Liu Jihong could do now was, in the position of an emperor, to command the Forbidden Army to resist Lin Zifeng to the death.

What made Liu Jihong himself feel ridiculous was that initially, he did this for the country’s honor, but now, it was merely to protect the Dragon Throne he sat upon. Muddled ruler indeed, Lin Zifeng’s accusation was accurate.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Jihong pulled from his luxurious long sleeve a jade token with a dragon’s head engraved upon it, solemnly handing it to Jiang Xuefeng beside him, saying in a deep voice: "Xuefeng, apart from Marquis Ziyi, you are undoubtedly the foremost in military affairs within the Empire. You should know what this token symbolizes..."

A jade identical to the Azure Dragon Order, yet much larger. Even Liu Fatty had only been allowed to touch it as a reward when Liu Jihong was pleased.