The entire street was packed with people, the air feeling heavy, and the Iron Asura warriors surrounded the area closely, leaving no room to escape.

Every Iron Asura was carefully selected, towering and with profound cultivation. Their entire bodies were tightly encased in iron armor, even their faces covered by masks, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, like real demons.

All the Jianghu people felt their scalps tingling, their hearts shaken, silently stepping back, holding their breath, not daring to utter a word.

Eight hundred Iron Asura warriors, hidden for seven or eight years, finally reappeared.

All because of the young man in the arena!

"Is that the Sickness Demon King, Jiang Shi? He doesn't look that different, does he?"

Some Jianghu people murmured to themselves.

"No different? Be careful he doesn't slap you to death, did you see the fate of that Martial Saint-level master just now?"

Next to him, someone's face changed, whispering.

The Jianghu person shivered immediately and fell silent.

They clearly saw the two Martial Saint-level experts charge into the inn, one was sent flying out, heavily injured, in a pitiful state, the other had yet to make any noise.

Needless to say, he's probably dead.

"Mr. Huang, you're right, this Sick Tornado Jiang Shi really is skin and bones."

A Jianghu person spoke with a pale face, shocked.

"Don't, don't call him Sick Tornado anymore, be careful it doesn't anger him."

Mr. Huang shivered and quickly spoke up.

Looking at the dense Iron Asura warriors surrounding the place, his heart was in turmoil, incredibly conflicted, both hoping these people could capture Jiang Shi and hoping Jiang Shi could break through, either way, it would greatly increase his tales in Jianghu.

In the future, when he tells this tale again, it will surely make him famous in Jianghu.

With this in mind, he quickly took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from his sleeve and began taking notes on the spot.

At this moment.

Jiang Shi had a grim expression, holding a massive Wolf Fang Club, already standing at the center of the street, looking at the dense, black iron-armored army in front of him, unable to contain his anger.

"You killed my beloved horse and dared to besiege me, you're courting death!!"

Bam!

The Wolf Fang Club slammed heavily on the ground, instantly shattering the bluestone slabs, sending rubble flying.

Gales swept around, sand and stones flew, the ground shaking slightly.

Everyone watching from afar was shocked, even from a distance, they could feel the violent power.

"Worthy of being the Sickness Demon King."

"No wonder he could kill Daoist Qing Song, what terrifying power···"

"This is the destructive power of a Martial Saint···"

···

"Indeed a legendary fighter, truly a pity."

Yuan Kaitai sat astride his warhorse, unmoving, speaking with emotion, wearing a Tiger-Headed Heaven-Devouring Armor, holding a Crane-Beak Great Curved Saber, his hair white but seemingly robust.

Beside him were two elders with somber expressions, wearing identical red robes with dark golden dragon patterns embroidered on the sleeves.

Exuding nobility, with a unique presence.

These were people of the Kunshan Long Family.

"What's there to pity? Such a rebellious disciple should have been captured and executed long ago, announced to the world to deter petty individuals, otherwise, he'll be a plague upon the world sooner or later!"

The sharp-mouthed elder on the left spoke somberly.

"General Yuan, don't waste time, act now."

The other elder spoke coldly, "Let us see the combat power of your eight hundred Iron Asura warriors."

Cough cough···

Suddenly, not far away, a tall and thin elder from the Zhang Family coughed blood, his face livid, stepping forward, speaking coldly, "General Yuan, you must kill him, allowing him to grow will definitely be a huge threat!"

He had withstood two strikes from Jiang Shi and still survived, his injuries rapidly healing, which was impressive, showing the bloodline power of the Longxi Zhang Family.

Yuan Kaitai nodded slightly, looking at Jiang Shi again, and said, "Jiang Shi, regardless of your origins, you've committed such heinous crimes in Fengzhou, causing such public outrage, I have no choice but to act against you. If you surrender today, I can leave you an intact corpse, otherwise, once the army passes, you'll be turned to dust."

"Go to hell!"

Jiang Shi picked up the Wolf Fang Club again and stepped forward in anger, "I originally intended to leave quietly, but you insisted on forcing me. Since you seek death, you can't blame me!"

Yuan Kaitai's eyes turned cold, waving his hand, he said, "Attack!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The eight hundred Iron Asura warriors with icy stares and towering figures stepped forward together, their footsteps deafening, moving in formation, closing in on Jiang Shi.

Clatter!

Right off the bat, someone tossed a Pipa Hook attached to an iron chain, its sharp edge mercilessly hooking towards Jiang Shi's body.

Others threw plain chains, swiftly wrapping around Jiang Shi's legs, arms, and neck.

The rest all charged fiercely towards Jiang Shi with heavy spears, heavy hammers, and heavy maces.

In an instant, countless weapons from all directions targeted Jiang Shi's body.

These Iron Asura warriors, when making a move, didn't consider whether Jiang Shi would counterattack or how to resist Jiang Shi's attacks.

Because their armor was unparalleled, inscribed with array patterns, with Star Meteorite Iron integrated, it could withstand the strikes of a Martial Saint-level expert without harm.

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