Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 668 - 265: If I Don’t Do It, Who Will? (End of Volume) (Thanks to the Sect Leader Wu Mian Xiao Xiao Sheng)_4

Flames burnt within Wang Anfeng's body, his spear technique swung wildly, no longer holding back.

With both hands gripping the spear, he forcefully swept it horizontally, the shaft bent from excessive force, forming an arc, and then the spearhead swept across several people, tearing through them, spreading bloodshed.

First, it was the assassination by the famous swords.

Then came the Wen Mansion, the archers, Qianshan Si, as well as people from the Imperial Court... Qianshan Si had left, the Imperial Court members returned to Heavenly Capital City, the famous swords suffered casualties, and the archers were wiped out.

Now it was the Wen Family's turn...

The news of failure must not have reached Wen Mansion yet.

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Therefore...

"Wen Hong, come out!!!"

"I have something to tell you!!"

Amidst the howling, Wang Anfeng's Pupil Skill flashed open, and he saw Wen Hong step out from the hall, the latter's face still showing shock, clearly not expecting Wang Anfeng to appear here, and because this secret was not shared with others, they were not prepared to stop Wang Anfeng immediately.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng had already leapt up, his Qinggong bursting forth at max speed in an instant, sweeping across tens of feet, showing no courtesy as his spear thrust forward fiercely.

Wen Hong's pupils contracted suddenly, seeing the long spear piercing through the air, almost instantly about to impale him, his heart pounded violently, and the surrounding suicide squad roared as they charged out.

Wen Mansion's guards poured out from all directions like a tide.

To the left, a grey-clothed swordsman extended his longsword, aiming to cut down Wang Anfeng. His fifth-rank inner strength was at its richest. To the right, an elderly Taoist swept his sleeve, unleashing an iron-like Qi Force.

Wang Anfeng's feet crackled with rushing thunder.

His speed, already at its limit, surged suddenly, like lightning he avoided the joint attack from the two martial artists, one hand holding the spear, and with the other, he grabbed Wen Hong's neck and rushed into the hall, lifting Wen Hong and mercilessly smashing him onto the ground.

With the sound of clattering, those outside cared not that the hall was a place of importance, all rushed in, and since the long spear was not suited for fighting in cramped spaces, Wang Anfeng used Vigorous Qi to break it in half, his left hand still clutching Wen Hong's neck.

In his right hand, the broken spearhead became like a dagger, held against Wen Hong's throat.

Wen Hong's expression was still calm, he raised his hand to signal the two guards at his side to calm down, and then he spoke smoothly,

"Young Master Wang, what is your intention?"

"If you have something to say to Wen, please speak freely. Why resort to such extremes? Bring out a horse for Young Master Wang and prepare travel expenses."

Wang Anfeng chuckled, then he burst into laughter,

"Why the pretence when you sent men to assassinate us?!"

Wen Hong said, "Where does this accusation come from? Moreover, if killing me can somehow alleviate the hatred in your heart, then it's not unacceptable. If you've been used, truly, it would bring pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies."

"Furthermore, Young Master Wang, you're considered a friend of Yuchi's. If you kill me, I fear Old Master Yuchi would find it difficult to maintain his position in the Imperial Court."

Wang Anfeng breathed slightly rapidly, but the strength in his hands decreased a bit.

The spearhead in his right hand even drifted slightly aside.

A sliver of a smile appeared on Wen Hong's face, and as he saw the light red of the military officers from Wanling City approaching, the smile became more prominent. He hadn't continued to speak when Wang Anfeng's right hand suddenly exerted force, piercing the spearhead into the Family Head of the Wen Family's neck in the brief moment the others relaxed.

Wen Hong's pupils dilated instantly, he turned to the side, and through the blurred vision mixed with pain and blood, he could only vaguely see a figure dressed in green.

A voice nearly indistinguishable from another rang in his ear.

One voice came from the past, from the dim years, from atop the ruins of the Wen Family, the proud Scholar. The other voice came from the present, from the cold spearhead, from a Knight that should have been dead.

Memory and reality were starting to blur, and in his hazy vision, the Scholar and the Knight seemed to merge at that moment, glaring at him, shouting that one phrase.

"Did you really think that my Divine Martial had no one left?!"

Wen Hong tried his best to widen his eyes, a murmur coming from his throat.

"Wang... Heaven, strategy?"

A calm voice answered him.

"No."

"I am Wang Anfeng."

Suddenly, a great force erupted, hurling Wen Hong directly into the central hall. The strength was so immense it shattered the map of the thousands of miles of Wu Country, crashing heavily onto the ancestral portrait of the Wen Family hanging in the hall, and then he was pinned to the wall by the spearhead.

Wang Anfeng turned around and looked down at the Wen Family experts below, holding their sharp blades. He took a deep breath, his eyes cold and hard, and he lifted his hand to raise his sword.

Trapped in a desperate situation and acting recklessly, he had no regrets.

The words Divine Martial were on his shoulders.

If not him,

then who?

If one hesitated now, how could they carry the weight of the words Divine Martial in the future? Life is always the most important thing, everyone says so, but there are always things that are above even life. When it comes to a real choice, one would not retreat, should not retreat, cannot retreat.

These two words represented the audacity to overcome a country with the power of a single mansion, the sorrow of the first great victory returning with a coffin over a thousand miles, the valiantness of arrows flying like locusts without the thought of turning back, and those elders who had accompanied him since childhood in the stories.

They were the words that, though they died, they would not let even a speck of dust fall upon. Like a torch, they had once fearlessly fought for these words, willing to die under the flag bearing Divine Martial.

Now, it was his turn.

Wang Anfeng let out a deep breath, surged forward with his sword in hand, leaping several meters in an instant. Since the Wen Family had a specialized crossbow to counter qinggong leaps, he only sprang up and landed on his Green-Maned Horse, charging into the crowd with a spear in one hand and a sword in the other, fighting forth, but gradually becoming entangled in the melee.

In the sky, there was the clear cry of a hawk, piercing through gold and splitting stones, soaring to the clouds.

The sound of horse hooves like rushing thunder followed right after.

Among the Military Officers from Great Qin's Wanling City invited by Wen Hong, Mei Wangsheng's body suddenly froze. His eyes widened as he saw three hundred knights burst forth, wearing dark Armor, one hand on their sheathless sabers, the other holding spears. The connection between the shoulder and breastplate had red tassels dancing like flames.

He watched a person burst out of the chaotic crowd, dressed in blue and riding a horse, with a Broad Sword in one hand and a Spear in the other, his body crackling with thunder.

Somehow, he suddenly couldn't hear any sounds.

He was like a puppet, numbly watching those knights charge, watching the three hundred form a formation, effortlessly crushing the Wen Family's guards, looking at the thirty-three familiar faces leading them, watching the leader raise his Longspear.

He closed his eyes.

After a silence of three breaths.

A roar suddenly erupted.

The voice was almost identical, only changing from the clarity of youth to the richness of middle age. Through twenty long years, through countless cold nights as clear as water, once again accompanied by the thundering of his heartbeat, it rang in his ears.

"Wind! Wind!"

Three hundred people holding spears, the murderous Qi of the Military Family materialized, soaring to the skies, entering the body wreathed in lightning, the roaring sounds ascending to heaven.

"Great wind!"

"Divine Martial!"

Mei Wangsheng suddenly wept.

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