Feng Xianglin, who came to collect farming tools, was completely dumbfounded. The righteous gang members pouring in from all directions were fiercer than one another, wielding weapons and directly storming into the Yan family.
He was just an honest tenant farmer, having never witnessed such a scene. His legs turned to jelly, and he slumped against the wall, too afraid to even glance at the chaos around him.
Fortunately, these fierce gang members paid no attention to his presence as they engaged in battle with the Yan family's guards who rushed out first.
The crisp sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the Yan residence. Although the number of righteous gang members was not advantageous, they had been plotting for a long time and caught the Yan family's guards off guard, managing to gain the upper hand in momentum.
Chaos ensued!
The Yan family, which had stood in Obsidian City for many years, was facing such a great calamity for the first time.
Inside the residence, two of the Yan family's martial artist offerings rushed out and confronted Tian Long and Li Qing.
To understand what was happening, the head of the Yan family also hurried over.
When he saw his youngest son being held at knifepoint by Zhao Kou, he immediately became furious.
"What audacity! Dare to cause trouble in my Yan family! Tian Long, are you tired of living!"
Yan Qi Tian roared, his white hair making him look quite aged, yet his presence was still as imposing as that of a lion.
Tian Long, who was facing one of the Yan family's offerings, grinned and planted his Golden Silk Broadsword into the ground, saying, "Old man Yan, you're just in time. If you want your second son to live, let Mo Nan and Yan Xu each sever an arm."
Before the head of the Yan family could respond, the two martial artist offerings of the Yan family sneered.
"Hmph, Tian Long, you truly are delusional. You want us to sever an arm? Why don't you go die first?"
The first to speak was Yan Xu, looking to be just over thirty, with a long face that resembled a shoehorn. What impressed people the most were his exceptionally long hands, which could reach his knees when hanging down.
The other, named Mo Nan, was an elder with a calm demeanor and a vigorous spirit. Even amidst such upheaval, he maintained an air of tranquility.
"Old Master Yan, leave this matter to us. We will rescue the Second Young Master," the elder said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kou sneered, tightening his grip on the knife, leaving a red mark on Yan Gui An's throat, with a hint of blood seeping out.
Feeling the coldness at his throat, Yan Gui An trembled and cried out helplessly, "Father, save me!"
At such a distance, even an external strength master would find it impossible to forcibly rescue him.
Yan Qi Tian suddenly slammed his cane on the ground, laughing in anger, "Good, good, good! Tian Long, what do you want? Speak your demands! Do you want grain or land? My Yan family concedes today."
The Yan family's current status in Obsidian City was greatly tied to grain and land, and their willingness to make such a concession showed the depth of their determination.
However, Tian Long was no fool. Given how far things had progressed, there was no room for negotiation; it was a situation of life and death between him and the Yan family.
"Hahaha, I still say the same thing. Your two offerings sever an arm, and I will spare the Second Young Master."
Yan Xu advised, "Old Master Yan, we cannot agree to this. If we sever an arm, won't we be at Tian Long's mercy?"
This reasoning was clear even to Yan Qi Tian without needing to be stated.
After a long silence, he closed his eyes and ultimately made this extremely difficult decision.
"Kill them!"
Upon hearing this, Li Qing tensed up. Even a tiger would not eat its own cubs; for the head of the Yan family to reach this point, he was indeed no ordinary person.
Boom!
With Yan Qi Tian's command, the two martial artist offerings of the Yan family immediately moved to attack Tian Long and Li Qing.
Both were external strength masters, and over the years, their strength had been honed to an extraordinary level, exuding a terrifying killing intent.
Clang!
Li Qing's expression grew serious as he began to engage in battle. This was his first time facing an opponent of the same level, and the pressure was considerable. His opponent was Yan Xu, whose long hands made him a difficult adversary.
With hands larger than those of an average adult, every strike against Li Qing's Wushuang Hammer sent a powerful force reverberating back.
Facing such a formidable enemy, Li Qing chose to be steady and did not recklessly seek to gain the upper hand, diligently defending against each of Yan Xu's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
The Wushuang Hammer clanged loudly as Yan Xu sneered, "Practicing external strength at such a young age is impressive, but today you will still fall at my hands."
He attempted to provoke Li Qing with words, but Li Qing remained unfazed, his expression indifferent as he seriously blocked each of Yan Xu's strikes, searching for a chance to retaliate.
Li Qing's steps were steady; not only had he practiced stances, but he had also trained in the Light Luo Leg, ensuring his foundation would not easily falter.
"What a stubborn turtle! Today, I will smash your shell to pieces!"
As his words fell, Yan Xu's internal strength surged again, and both hands struck out simultaneously.
In response, Li Qing remained calm, gripping the hammer tightly and then swinging it back to counter.
Bang!
The powerful force sent Li Qing stumbling back a few steps, a thin sheen of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
What a troublesome enemy! If he hadn't devised a plan to take down one of the Yan family's offerings first, today's situation would have been extremely dangerous.
On the other side, Tian Long faced pressure no less than Li Qing's.
His opponent was Mo Nan, an elder.
However, this elder's martial arts skills were no less than impressive; every move was sharp and fierce, forcing Tian Long to retreat step by step, leaving him no room to counter.
To make Tian Long feel so constrained, this was certainly no ordinary old man.
Mo Nan practiced internal martial arts, and his skills had not declined with age; instead, his internal strength had grown even more profound and powerful.
"Hey, kids, if you don't make a move now, when will you?" Tian Long, shaken by a punch, let out a cruel laugh.
As his words fell, over ten shadowy figures resembling phantoms surged out from the various corners of the Yan residence.
Three charged towards the head of the Yan family, while the other ten rushed to support Tian Long and Li Qing.
"Not good! Old Master Yan, be careful!" Yan Xu shouted in alarm.
Unfortunately, it was already a bit late.
The three rushing towards Yan Qi Tian had bloodshot eyes, moving at incredible speed as if they were using every ounce of strength they had left in their lives.
"Yan! Qi! Tian! Return the lives of my family of three!"
"Kill! I will tear you apart, you old ghost Yan!"
In the blink of an eye, the three reached the front of the head of the Yan family, ready to tear the old man apart.
However, Yan Qi Tian's expression did not change significantly. He quickly reached into his robe and pulled out a piece of tattered yellow talisman paper, slapping it onto himself.
Buzz!
A hazy golden light suddenly erupted from Yan Qi Tian, forming a circular barrier that enveloped him.
The three assassins from the Seven Kill Team, upon touching this suddenly emerged golden barrier, were like crashing into a solid wall, forcefully halted in their tracks.
(End of Chapter)