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To put it in a better way, these cultivators of the martial world lived free and unfettered lives, like free and bounty hunters. To put it bluntly, they were just some low-level characters. Who wouldn't suffer the wrath of an aristocratic family?
The way Cheng Qing treated the Qi Feudal Lords made them feel better.
The cheers grew louder and louder as the crowd's mood rose. Many of them were looking at Cheng Qing with fiery eyes.
When the young female cultivators saw the green-robed youth standing up, their eyes were filled with vibrant colors. Some of them were even dumbstruck.
People are born to worship heroes, especially women. Because heroes make them feel more secure.
The ruddy-haired elder's face was ashen.
He was truly angry.
As a prisoner of desire, a fifth-grade official of the military, Cheng Qing did not hold back his arrogance in the slightest when he appeared. He even severely injured the Qi Mo City right in front of him; this was a complete slap to his face, and in public at that.
How could the old man not be angry?
"Brat, you're dead today!" The old man gave a loud shout, and the Essence in his surroundings suddenly surged. A storm arose, blowing away all the cultivators nearby, causing them to fall backwards like grass.
What the old man revealed was the strength of a peak ninth level Xumi Stage cultivator!
The two cultivators behind him were also preparing to act.
When the three of them attacked together, it wasn't as if they didn't have the strength to fight against a prison state cultivator, let alone Cheng Qing, whose cultivation was only at the fifth level of the Xumi Stage.
Cheng Qing looked at the old man.
His opponent's cultivation was indeed strong enough. Even with his current strength, he did not dare to say that he could defeat his opponent, let alone when he did not show his full strength.
Even if the other party was unable to fight back with the strength of the Conviction Realm, Cheng Qing had no way of turning the tables in a short period of time.
Was Cheng Qing afraid?
No.
He was ready to act.
From the beginning to the end, he was not someone who just sat there and waited for death.
Since he was going to fight, he might as well make the first move.
The left and right side were just fighting with their lives on the line, so who was afraid of who?
At the end of the day, the Qi Feudal Lords had relied on their power to bully others. Cheng Qing was unwilling to be a dog for the Qi Feudal Lords, and could only listen to their commands. He did not want to suffer in the military. His meritorious military service that resulted from the bloody battle had no reaction at all.
In the end, he just didn't want to be bullied.
No matter who the other party was, they were unable to make him kneel down willingly. He wanted to stand, to stand for the rest of his life!
He was willing to pay the price for this, even if it meant roaming the world, or dying!
This was the meaning of his cultivation.
If he couldn't be at ease, what was the point in chasing after power?
Cheng Qing frowned.
He had already made up his mind. He put on the Fish Dragon Armor, activated the Soaring Sky Steps, and used the Heaven Lake Sword to deliver the old man a fatal blow. Regardless of whether this attack succeeded or not, he would immediately flee, leaving Zhen Yuan City and entering the wilderness of Mount Qi.
In the future, the sky would still be high and the birds would fly.
Even though he had caused a huge ruckus at the Ministry of War's yamen, injuring the officials of the Military Department, he was bound to be wanted by the Military Department and chased down and killed by the entire Western Lion Empire.
He didn't care.
At most, he could just leave the Western Liangshan Empire.
If a good man wanted to be free, what kind of price couldn't he pay?
These thoughts flashed through Cheng Qing's mind like lightning.
His eyes were as firm as steel.
With a flick of his wrist, the Heaven Lake Sword appeared in his hand.