Chapter 746: Chapter 577: The Wealth of the Wuliang Royal Court
His palm relaxed, and yet Master Zhi Xuan was suspended mid-air by the long spear, his vitality gradually slipping away.
Only when Yang Zhenshan pulled out the long spear did his body finally fall to the ground.
As the tip of the spear was extracted, blood still clung to it, slowly dripping onto the bluestone floor, while Yang Zhenshan turned his head to look at a distant house.
It was unknown whose residence it was, nor who might be hiding within.
But that was no longer important, soon the door was smashed open, several blood-soaked soldiers rushed into the house, a scream followed, and then the soldiers came out and began to search the next room.
Yang Zhenshan retracted his gaze, leapt onto the courtyard wall, then soared through the air, rushing towards the direction of the palace.
At this moment, on the palace walls, Yang Minghao and Yang Chengxu were being besieged by numerous martial artists.
Yang Zhenshan only glanced over, then picked up a few scimitars from the ground and flung them towards where they were fighting.
The scimitars spun through the air, piercing into the crowd, causing a burst of blood spray.
Then, Yang Zhenshan looked at the closed palace doors and kicked fiercely.
Boom~~
He kicked twice, and the towering palace gates collapsed thunderously.
The gate was too simple, too simple to even stop someone like Yang Zhenshan.
In contrast, the city gate they encountered earlier was much sturdier.
"Kill!"
Yang Zhenshan shouted coldly.
Immediately, many soldiers rushed into the palace.
Screaming and cries of agony ensued continuously, corpses lay both inside and outside the magnificent halls, their blood forming small streams flowing into the palace ponds.
Yang Zhenshan stepped into the palace, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding pavilions and towers.
The palace was decorated magnificently, every corner highlighting richness and opulence.
Perhaps in terms of craftsmanship, it was far inferior to Da Rong’s imperial palace, but in terms of splendor, it even surpassed that of Da Rong’s.
Do not assume that the Wuliang Hu Clan is destitute, it is only the ordinary herders who are poor, the nobility of the Wuliang Hu Clan is extremely wealthy.
And as the palace of King Wuliang, this place was also the wealthiest among the Wuliang Hu Clan.
"Central Extreme Hall!"
Yang Zhenshan looked up at the plaque above the palace, revealing a cold smirk.
Then he entered the palace, the interior was empty, no one around, no corpses nor bloodstains; he looked up at the throne on the stone steps.
The throne, carved entirely from white jade, was adorned with golden designs and studded with many sparkling gemstones, hmm, also covered with a tiger skin.
Yang Zhenshan walked over and sat down, feeling very comfortable!
"Not bad, I like it!"
His lips curled up slightly as he reached out to directly store the throne into the Spiritual Spring Space.
The battle outside continued, stepping out of the palace, he sat on the steps in front, quietly watching the battle afar on the city walls.
It was not that he wanted to be lazy, but rather he also needed a rest.
After a full month, while other soldiers might relax slightly, he had been tense the entire time, and he had just rammed the city gates with the Short Spear, then killed Master Zhi Xuan.
Although it seemed effortless, the exertion was significant.
A single Thunderbolt Strike had cost him a lot of effort and Innate True Qi, honestly, if another Innate Martial Artist appeared, he might have been forced to fight desperately.
Fortunately, there was only one Innate Martial Artist, Master Zhi Xuan here.
Time slowly passed, the cries of alarm and screams inside the city gradually subsided, and as the sun set in the west, the battle finally began to ebb.
Many soldiers, exhausted, leaned against the street corners and gasped for breath heavily.
Several horn sounds resonated again, the light cavalry outside the city contracted their formations and moved into the city.
By the time the sun completely dipped below the horizon, the four gates of Yemi City finally closed, but now the city had a new master.
"Marquis, all cleaned up!" Song Dashan approached Yang Zhenshan, his voice a bit hoarse.
Yang Zhenshan looked at his arm, "Injured?"
"Just a minor wound!" Song Dashan grinned.
Yang Zhenshan nodded and slowly stood up, "Let’s go, we should be able to sleep well tonight!"
After a month of roughing it outdoors, they could finally sleep indoors now, even though the strong scent of blood permeated inside the city, it did not affect the soldiers’ rest.
Tonight, not only would the soldiers get a good night’s sleep, but they also could feast.
As Yang Zhenshan walked out of the royal palace, soldiers were already cooking in the residence within the city.
The battlefield had not yet been cleared, and the city was still filled with corpses.
Some soldiers were already tending to the wounded, while others collected the bodies of their fallen comrades.
As for the bodies of the Hu Clan, they definitely could not be dealt with today.
In the dead of night, Yang Zhenshan comfortably fell asleep atop the South City Gate, with soldiers from the light cavalry stationed on the city walls.
Even though the soldiers were tired, they could not neglect their vigilance.
Yang Zhenshan personally stationed himself on the city wall to prevent any enemies from attacking during the night.
However, the response from the Wuliang Tribe was a bit slow, and the night passed without incident.
When dawn arrived once again, Yang Zhenshan woke up, feeling refreshed.
He stood in front of the city tower, stretching deeply.
"Greetings, Marquis!" The patrolling soldiers on the city wall saw him and bowed.
Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, "Did you sleep well?"
"Slept for three hours, we just switched shifts!" The soldier grinned widely.
Yang Zhenshan smiled, "Then put in a bit more effort, there will be other brothers coming to switch shifts soon!"
"Dad, breakfast is ready!"
At this moment, Yang Minghao came over carrying the meal.