Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 209 - 79: The Auction

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

With the cries of battle, a group of figures rushed into the courtyard.

The allure of gold and silver made their eyes bloodshot, and those who charged in frantically raided and rummaged through boxes, scavenging the owner's treasures.

In the blink of an eye.

The courtyard was in complete disarray. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

If they encountered no resistance, all would be well, but if there were interceptors, this frenzied group would not show mercy, not even to the old or weak.

In fact,

If they didn't get a satisfactory answer upon inquiry, they'd resort to beatings or even violence with knives and swords.

They only had the time of two incense sticks burning.

Once the time was up, everyone would stop, and obediently make way for the Anxi Army soldiers to leisurely clean the battlefield.

To obtain more treasures, many gradually lost their humanity.

The pervasive blood and corpses constantly reminded Fang Zheng that this world was different from modern society, filled everywhere with savagery and slaughter.

"Master."

Wu Hai whispered:

"They're using us as the vanguard army."

"Vanguard army?" Fang Zheng asked:

"What does that mean?"

"Master," explained Li San:

"The vanguard army in the military is basically a suicide squad, facing the enemy head-on, advancing without retreat, and suffers the highest casualties."

"There's a saying, half a year as vanguard, never meeting old friends again."

Never meeting old friends again, naturally because they all perished.

"That's right." Wu Hai nodded:

"Inside the vanguard army are mostly death row criminals, people guilty of heinous crimes. It seems they have the priority to loot after breaching the city, but actually, very few survive."

"Not to mention, seeing them now, arrogant and rampant, but this is just the Anxi Army giving them a little sweetness first. Soon, a big battle is inevitable."

Li San nodded in agreement.

Fang Zheng pressed his lips:

"Don't worry about them, we just need to be cautious."

"Yes."

The two responded.

......

The sky resembled a dome,

enveloping the vast land.

The large county was surrounded by thick white snow.

It was like an invisible dome, outside the dome lay an icy, silent world, but inside it was filled with the deafening sound of battle and turmoil.

On the outskirts of the city.

"Still the time of two incense sticks burning."

Households Commander Ming sat astride a horse, staring coldly from beneath his mask at the scene:

"Within the time of two incense sticks burning, all that you loot is yours, but if anyone dares to flinch or retreat from battle, military law will not spare you."

"Drink!"

"Crash..."

The soldiers all raised their swords and knives in unison, exuding an air of killing intent.

"Lord!"

Unlike the beginning, the eyes of the people now no longer held fear but replaced with frenetic excitement and eagerness.

"Just give the order!"

Someone shouted:

"We will trample this manor!"

"Good!"

Lord Ming let out a sinister laugh and gestured forward with a wave:

"Go ahead!"

"Swoosh..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd had already surged toward the manor, especially the Hospital Guard Martial Artists, who scrambled for the lead.

As long as they discarded their concept of good and evil, and plundered a few times, their income would exceed several years of busy work in the past.

This kind of thing...

Obviously, the more, the better!

Fang Zheng and his two companions exchanged glances, silently blending into the crowd, neither rushing to the front nor lagging too far behind, maintaining a low profile.

"Boom!"

The sturdy outer gate could no longer withstand the frenzied assault and collapsed with a loud crash, the crowd pouring into the courtyard.

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

The sparse defenses in the front courtyard were powerless against the many martial artists and Hospital Guards, collapsing with just one encounter.

Into the second courtyard.

"Kill!"

One person rushed the courtyard gate, and before getting a clear view of the situation, an arrow pierced the center of his forehead.

The few behind him couldn't stop in time and were similarly targeted by arrows, each arrow homing in on vital points as if with eyes of their own.

"Puff!"

"Puff, puff!"

In an instant, four more corpses lay on the ground.

"Watch out!"

Someone shouted angrily, wielding a door panel and charging toward the back courtyard, yelling:

"There's a master here!"

"A master?" A Second Blood martial artist sneered, brandishing a whip over the courtyard wall, yanking down a heavy object toward the house:

"I want to see how skilled you are."

"Humph!"

A person inside the building snorted coldly, dodging the incoming weight and flashed out, both palms striking repeatedly at the Second Blood martial artist, the palm technique extremely intricate.

"Not good!"

Someone with keen eyesight shouted a warning:

"It's the White Lotus Sect's Little Ming King Palm!"

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, the two had already collided head-on, the mass of whip shadows barely slowing the attacker, getting torn apart by the pair of palms.

"Ah!"

The Second Blood martial artist screamed and fell to the ground.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, disciples before the altar, greet three times!"

"First, invite the Divine Spirit for protection, fear no blades!"

"Second, invite the Divine Will into the soul, fearlessness!"

"The Three Pristine Ones protect me, grant divine power!"

"Swiftly obey the command..."

Shouts echoed from inside the courtyard, followed by breaking windows, as frenzied believers of the White Lotus Sect charged out with roars.

These believers, empowered by the Divine Strike, ignored pain and feared neither death, each briefly matching the power of a First Blood martial artist.

The people who charged into the back courtyard were instantly hit with heads bloodied and faces bruised.

"Darn!"

"This is a White Lotus Sect stronghold!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Front courtyard.

A few people's faces changed dramatically, instinctively turning to flee.

"Creak!"

"Thud, thud!"

Arrows rained down like a storm, densely packed, instantly nailing them to the ground.

A hundred-household commander coldly observed:

"Lord Thousand Households said if anyone dares to flinch from battle or retreat, military law will deal with them. Are you all turning a deaf ear?"

"This..." The few who also wanted to retreat exchanged looks, their words caught in their throats, seeing the archers already tightening their bowstrings.

At the slightest movement,

and they'd be showered with arrows!

"Move!"

The hundred-household commander pointed a finger, his voice ice-cold:

"Kill the White Lotus Sect demons, or else face military law. If anyone dares to be cowardly or retreat, military law will show no mercy!"