Lord of the Desert

Chapter 393: Disarmament
Hong Fan shook off the scabbard.

Gu Yixin stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

A row of heavy shieldmen followed the two men, and behind them was a mixed formation of spearmen and swordmen.

The rain is getting heavier.

Hong Fan urged his true essence to rise, and Mingshen suddenly rushed out with a ten-foot-long fire blade, which evaporated the water vapor and made a hissing sound.

After reaching the innate state, his awareness became more and more profound. He could see the light and shadow perspective of each drop of rain as it fell at high speed, and could hear the heavy breathing coming from under the iron helmets behind him.

"All troops await orders."

Qiu Yuankui's order came from the next street.

A crossbow arrow from the enemy tower accidentally flew through the rain and landed in front of Hong Fan.

Feng Manyun, dressed in tight clothes, landed on the eaves of a three-story building in the distance.

Gu Yixin took off the linen holster and walked up to the roof.

The war cry went out and the armies collided like a hammer hitting an anvil.

One second is a sword, one breath is a life.

Time flows in red.

Hong Fan wore sand armor and danced with a fire sword, activating the Hot Wind Hell at full power, and alone held down two Feng family innates.

Qiu Yuankui stood in the middle of the street and led the team forward, blasting away Zuo Chiheng, who had only one arm left. His blood suddenly surged as he chased him.

He wasn't the only one who felt something was wrong.

Hong Fan raised his head in confusion, the flesh on the side of his head throbbing and his heartbeat speeding up.

He hadn't seen it yet, but he could feel it.

The sky is pressing down.

At the end of the earth, a towering mountain rises up and crashes towards us silently.

The warrior's battle stopped as if in shock.

Hong Fan held his chest and jumped onto the highest roof near him. He looked toward the northeast based on his intuition and saw a celestial phenomenon he had never seen in his life.

The rain and fog thickened and blocked out the sun, emitting a grayish-white glow.

Instead, a purple sun rose from the sky and passed over the back of the clouds at high speed.

The light shines everywhere. Thus I have heard:
Purple light flickers on the Yao River, and a thousand-foot-long dragon swims in the crystal-like waters;

Purple shimmers like raindrops falling from the sky, and the bricks and tiles of the city are tinged with the colors of the rainbow;

Purple silver shines through the falling leaves, and the dry leaf veins stand out like jagged bones...

The whole city was silent in the rain.

Hong Fan stared at the purple sun coming from the horizon. It was obviously very far away, but it appeared in front of him in just five or six breaths.

The clouds and mountains collapsed, and the four people were suspended in the air, as far as the mountain abyss.

The one on the far left looks to be in his 80s, with a crew cut and a long beard. There are three wrinkles on his forehead as deep as rift valleys, and he wears a plain white cotton robe.

The second one on the left seems to be about fifty years old, with a full forehead and an upright figure. He is wearing a gorgeous purple dress with a golden dragon head embroidered on his chest.

The third one on the left is very old, with triple pupils in his eyes and pure white irises.

The one on the far right is old and vigorous, with tiger eyes and a lion mouth, and his blue brocade robe is embroidered with ice-cracking thunder patterns.

Hong Fan realized the identities of the four people almost instantly.

The one wearing the dragon costume must be the Xiao family’s mountain king—Xiao Ding, whose aura controls the mountains and rivers.

The three on the left have double pupils, which is the vision in the "Three Realms Illuminating Sutra" - knowing the autumn after illuminating the vast universe.

The one on the right is wearing thunder patterns—Yi Zhen, the one who punishes people on behalf of Heaven.

The only remaining old man on the left looked ordinary, but since he could be ranked alongside the other three, there was only one possibility—he was the dean of the Martial Arts Academy and the Master of the Wheel of Life.

Hong Fan had thought long ago that once the situation in Huaiyang State was stabilized, someone would come to clean up the mess.

But he didn't expect that the four martial saints of the time would come in person.

Silence spreads like a plague on the battle front.

The shouting and killing stopped.

The four Martial Saints looked down at the whole city from their high position, and seeing the dilapidated palace and the interlocking forces of the East City, they all frowned.

Then King Zhenshan raised his hands behind his back and spoke.

"Stop the war, be solemn."

"You all wait for the order and are not allowed to move without authorization."

The sound was like thunder, rolling through the city.

However, some people who harbored great hatred turned a deaf ear to the words and took the opportunity to stab their enemy in the chest with a knife, laughing wildly.

Xiao Ding's face darkened.

Yi Zhen moved faster than him. He followed the sound with his eyes and instantly threw dozens of thunders from the sky, instantly killing all those who disobeyed his orders.

"Return the sword to the sheath!"

Seeing this, Qiu Yuankui gave urgent orders, and the battle suddenly stopped.

Only the rain keeps on falling, torturing the earth.

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The troops returned to their camps.

Hong Fan stood on the street and watched from afar as the Martial Saints fell into the Huaiyang Palace.

The arrival of the four saints together was certainly surprising, but it also showed one thing - they had not yet reached a consensus on what to do with the three counties.

Not long after, envoys really visited various forces in Yunlan City one by one and summoned people into the palace by name.

He was probably an informant planted by all parties long ago.

At noon, Qiu Yuankui, Xu Yuntao, Xiahou Ling and others were also asked to leave.

Hong Fan and his companions were fully armed and sat in the courtyard of Gong's mansion waiting.

The sun rose to the middle of the sky amid the rain, and the three leaders of the Victorious Army finally returned.

Qiu Yuankui walked in front, his clothes were soaked, and his hair and water stuck to the sides of his face.

He stood on the stone steps in the courtyard, wiped his face, and saw the crowd surrounding him.

"How is it, Lord Baisheng?"

Pan Rui squeezed to the front and asked questions to his master.

"The Feng family is tyrannical, has lost people and their country, and will be stripped of their throne."

Qiu Yuankui replied.

"We fought bravely, obeyed the will of Heaven and responded to the will of Man, and we have done our best without any guilt."

There was a sigh of joy in the courtyard.

But the slight noise soon dissipated, and everyone looked at Qiu Yuankui's serious expression, knowing that he had not finished speaking.

"The remaining members of the Feng clan must move to Tietai City in Hezhou within seven days. The land and property they leave behind will be used to disband the Tianfeng Army."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Is it just a migration?"

"Isn't it worse than exile if you can take your property with you?"

Several questions immediately arose from the crowd.

The Feng family will move north within seven days. Although their large amount of land and fixed assets cannot be converted into cash, they can take money and grain with them.

With the status of a first-class aristocratic family, he still maintained his position as a local emperor even when he went to a remote frontier area.

Looking at the resentment and anger surging up, Qiu Yuankui had no choice but to explain.

"In recent years, the borders of Kyushu have been generally peaceful, except for the giant spirits in the north, which are always restless. The Feng Family's move there can help strengthen the border defense, which is also a good deed."

He spoke with difficulty, but couldn't stand the heated gazes of the crowd and let out another sentence.

"This is the intention of the two Martial Saints, and the mountain head and the mountain king also agreed."

Everyone was choked.

Xiahou Ling, who was standing in the hall, coughed and reminded Qiu Yuankui to be careful with his words.

Hong Fan can roughly sort out the game here.

The two saints of Hejian and Langya are old, and of course they don't want to see the Feng family perish - since ancient times, no family has been able to have a martial saint living in the world, and the Feng family's today symbolizes their tomorrow.

As for the imperial court, it was probably thinking of making good use of waste.

Zhenbeiwei is a region with the weakest control over Dahua, with its military and political power being integrated.

In the past, the Qianfeng family not only shared the pressure from the giants, but also drove an impenetrable steel nail into the iron plate of the Northern Frontier.

But most people don’t think as much as Hong Fan does.

They just felt that the Feng family was hateful and deserved to die. Now that they were about to die, they had received the golden words and could not do anything.

Things are happening too fast.

Inside and outside the courtyard, officers were wearing steel armor and soldiers had arrows stuck on their shields. Before sunset today, they had been thinking about fighting one more time.

Restlessness and resentment seep out from hatred, trying to transform into concrete impulses.

This brewing is silent.

The eyes now replace the mouth and tongue.

The overlapping gazes soon left the three people who had returned from the palace. Most of them looked at Gu Yixin, while a few glanced at Hong Fan.

But the latter two did not respond.

So the anger burned in the air for a while, shattered like bubbles, and turned into powerless self-persuasion - the Martial Saint could not be resisted, and Feng Jianke and Feng Chengyi were dead after all.

Outside the court, Feng Qing stood in the rain, feeling suffocated, and suddenly pulled the laces untied.

The armor slipped off and hit the ground with a thud.

At one moment, many people seemed to realize this useless burden, and the sounds of people taking off their armor became continuous.

(End of this chapter)