The Bai family army was less than four thousand strong.
The refugee-formed force numbered one hundred thousand.
Amidst the deafening roars of battle, the hundred thousand quickly surrounded the four thousand. All sorts of makeshift weapons fired madly, commencing a slaughter against their common enemy, the Bai family army.
For over a decade!
The poor had been bullied by the Bai family for over a decade!
In this moment, they cast aside all fear, led by Ye Zixiao and incited by Master Gou, like a pack of long-starved wolves, launching a furious revenge.
"Kill!"
"I want revenge, revenge!"
"The Bai family are all beasts."
"Kill them all, leave none alive."
Master Gou roared, as did the leaders of various gangs. After emptying their bullets, they charged forward with knives. Many fell on the charge, but the momentum only grew.
At this moment.
If viewed from high above.
The dense encirclement tightened, and the cries of killing and screams drowned out all weapon fire. The entire slum was enveloped in a mist of blood; it was tragic, yet awe-inspiring.
"Protect me, damn it, retreat quickly!"
The Bai family commander, Bai Gang, was close to wetting himself from fear.
For over a decade, Bai Gang had been renowned. The slum dwellers, upon seeing him, were like calves facing a tiger. Not only did they not dare to attack, but their legs turned to jelly from fear, devoid of any will to resist.
But karma catches up to everyone.
Once the commoners stood up, once they became ruthless, even if Bai Gang were a true tiger, he couldn’t withstand the charge of a hundred thousand oxen. Thus, Bai Gang’s only thought was to run.
Run?
Where to run!
From the throng of commoners, Ye Zixiao leaped into the air. He stepped on shoulders, like a launched sword, and in less than ten seconds, he broke into the Bai family guards.
"Die for your young master!"
Ye Zixiao swung the Asura Blade.
He was too lazy to speak much, nor did he want complications. He simply wanted to eliminate Bai Gang in the shortest possible time. If Bai Gang died, the Bai family army would be utterly defeated, and few would dare to resist then.
"Kill him, kill him!"
Bai Gang pointed at Ye Zixiao and shouted frantically.
Swish, swish, swish…
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
With fierce gusts of wind, sprays of crimson blood, and groups of Bai family soldiers, all met a gruesome end under the powerfully monstrous Asura Blade. Most were dismembered.
Ye Zixiao’s rage.
Even gods couldn't stop him.
He appeared as a blood-soaked figure, rampaging relentlessly. Bai Gang was so terrified he forgot to flee. Seeing Ye Zixiao approaching, Bai Gang fell to his knees with a thud.
"Spare me, immortal, spare my life!"
Bai Gang, petrified, began to babble incoherently.
Two cold lights flashed.
Two terrifying sounds echoed.
With extreme speed, Ye Zixiao made a horizontal slash followed by a vertical one, cleaving Bai Gang into four pieces. This notorious and wicked leader of the Bai family met a truly wretched end!
Bai Gang was dead.
He didn't even know who had killed him.
"Surrender!"
"Don't kill me, I surrender."
"Please, spare my life!"
Seeing Bai Gang reduced to four pieces, the guards were all terrified. Even those close to Ye Zixiao, armed with guns and bullets, dared not fire. They all chose to kneel and surrender.
Ye Zixiao didn't even look at them.
Whether to kill them or not was for the commoners to decide.
As expected, none of the commoners who had charged with Ye Zixiao showed any mercy. Though they had run out of bullets, they raised their butcher knives against the surrendering mercenaries.
Few in the slum had not been persecuted.
Many had their families killed by the Bai family.
Deep-seated hatred of blood, no surrender accepted…
The screams were hair-raising!
But the slaughter continued. Except for the Bai family soldiers who fled fastest at the beginning, most of the five thousand who came today would die here. This was the darkest day since the Bai family’s reign,
Yet, it was the day the commoners truly stood up.
"Are you okay?"
Tang Ke Ke rushed towards Ye Zixiao.
"How are you?"
Ye Zixiao was covered in blood.
"Of course, I'm fine!"
"That's good."
Ye Zixiao, along with Tang Ke Ke and a weary Bai Ling Er, strode towards the burning, giant steel beast. Nearby, three charred men were rolling on the ground.
"Damn it, I'm burning!"
"Help me, save me!"
"Water, water, water…"
Lin Bin, Young Master Leng, and Brother Shan, who had almost become roasted pigs from their showboating, had leaped out of the inferno. Their clothes were scorched, and they were so hot that even rolling offered little relief.
Water?
Where was water to be found here?
"Urine!"
"Right, right, hurry and pee."
"On me, on me…"
With an overwhelming survival instinct, the three idiots had a flash of inspiration and thought of urine. As they rolled, they yelled at the surrounding commoners, begging them to pee on them.
The onlookers were initially embarrassed.
But as the trio pleaded, they relented!
Just as Ye Zixiao arrived, dozens of people were undoing their pants. Tang Ke Ke and Bai Ling Er were stunned. They stared blankly for a moment, then turned and left, cursing.
Piss—
Piss, piss, piss…
A group of people began to "release the floodgates," spraying the rolling figures like a giant showerhead. The scene was rather eye-watering, but strangely, the recipients seemed to enjoy it.
"Ah, that's better."
"Aim for me, aim for me."
"Let the urine flow even more fiercely!"
The three lunatics shouted, scrambling over each other.
What did it feel like to have steaming urine poured on oneself? Ye Zixiao did not wish to know. After confirming the three would not die, he covered his nose and fled.
The urine of these rustic fellows!
It was yellow, each more so than the last!
Around 2 AM, the great battle ended. Except for a few hundred Bai family soldiers who had escaped, all others, whether they surrendered or not, died in the slum area. This battle was a great victory for the commoners.
Under Ye Zixiao's command.
Thousands of corpses were piled into mountains.
Barrels of gasoline were poured on them.
A single match ignited a sky-high blaze…
Facing the burning mountain of corpses, many commoners wept, remembering their deceased family members, recalling the days they were persecuted and tortured by the Bai family, venting their emotions in grief and anger.
"Go back to sleep!"
Ye Zixiao disliked the scene.
He took the two beauties back to the compound.
The entire slum did not sleep that night. Hundreds of thousands of commoners rejoiced, some clenched their fists, some chose to flee, but more joined Master Gou's allied forces.
Overnight.
Master Gou became the king of the slum.
Of course, a shrewd man like Master Gou would not get carried away. He understood the importance of Boss Ye and knew deeply that without Boss Ye, they would still be the Bai family's dogs.
The Bai family lost five thousand men.
But the Bai family still had fifty thousand.
More importantly, it was rumored that Bai Zhenshan had a powerful sorcerer by his side, an old fellow codenamed Dark Demon, who could reportedly control minds and turn people into dogs.
That night, the Bai family did not strike again.
At 8 AM, within the city of Great Witch, outside Bai Zhenshan's grand master bedroom, Dark Demon stood for a long time before finally knocking on Bai Zhenshan's door. He had to inform his master of the events.
On the large bed in the master bedroom.
Bai Zhenshan was still exercising.
Yes.
This pig-like old beast, who knew what he ate every day, regardless of day or night, apart from eating and sleeping, spent most of his time exercising.
He seemed like a perpetual motion machine.
But how much longer could he keep moving…