219 Third Slap 1 (1/2)
Smoke filled the air outside of Lin Palace. A big group of the Rui Lin Army gathered in front of its gates, and facing them, were ten men from the Qing Yun Clan delegation.
”I say, let's not waste time. Your weak attempt at resistance is futile, and I'll advise you to hand over the Soul Jade peacefully and save yourself the pain and humiliation.” A disciple of the Qing Yun Clan turned his wrist around repeatedly, a pair of black half finger gloves covered his hands.
He looked towards the Rui Lin Army soldier whom he had flung to land before the Lin Palace's gates with a single punch, contempt written across his face.
Behind him, there were three other disciples dressed in the Qing Yun Clan's livery, and six others dressed in individually different attire who were obviously top exponents from allies of the Qing Yun Clan who accompanied them on this trip to Qi.
The terrified commoners huddled at the side. The chaos had been going on since yesterday when the Qing Yun Clan had suddenly attacked the Lin Palace. If the Rui Lin Army had not arrived in time, the Lin Palace might have fallen to these foreign intruders.
The Rui Lin Army soldiers who gathered in front of the Lin Palace had swelled, numbering in the hundreds, but the Rui Lin Army who had the advantage of numbers, were being systematically oppressed by the group from the Qing Yun Clan.
In just a short day, the Rui Lin Army wounded had gone beyond a hundred, while the Qing Yun Clan had suffered no losses.
At that moment, Jun Xian stood dark faced, surveying the chaos in front of him. They had crossed swords for a long period but only the four Qing Yun Clan disciples from the group had stepped up to fight. The other six had just watched from the sidelines.
The four who had fought, looked about thirty years of age, and they all had level green spirits and beyond.
Judging from quality of the exponents sent, it could be seen that the Qing Yun Clan had placed a rather high priority on retrieving the Soul Jade, as not a single one of them were easy pushovers.
”Father, let me do it.” He had been seated in the wheelchair, and kept up the pretense of being crippled. He could no longer hold down the anger boiling within. Throughout the day, he had been forced to witness soldiers from the Rui Lin Army, brothers in arms to him, wounded and oppressed by the people from the Qing Yun Clan. The knot that had twisted his insides had grown as he sat holding himself back, but now it threatened to explode in his rage.