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At that moment, amidst the cries of thousands, a voice suddenly rang out, hoarse and torn, as if it belonged to a middle-aged man who had endured countless hardships. Yet the speaker was none other than Zhang Fusheng, who was holding Jian Xiaoqing's lifeless body on stage. Although Jian Xiaoqing was a subordinate of Huangfu Yan, she had always relied on her beauty to achieve her goals and had never even reached the level of silver in strength.
Stabbed directly in the chest by a dagger, even the most skilled healer would find it impossible to save Jian Xiaoqing's life.
Wang Chao looked up and saw that Jian Xiaoqing had closed her eyes, but a smile lingered at the corners of her mouth. She must have left this world happily, perhaps having found something she had never discovered in her life—a feeling she had never dared to hope for. But while Jian Xiaoqing departed with joy, she left behind a heartbroken Zhang Fusheng, a man who had lost his soul.
"Die! You all must die! Everyone here will pay for her with their lives!" Zhang Fusheng murmured as he slowly lifted Jian Xiaoqing's body onto his back.
Wang Chao suddenly thought of Wu Wan'er, the woman who was destined to marry Zhang Fusheng. She had been by his side for twenty years but could not compare to Jian Xiaoqing, who had only appeared for two years. The situation was now clear: before his death, Huangfu Yan had handed over the Huangfu Army he had built over a lifetime to his enemy, Wang Chao. As a result, the Huangfu Army would fall without a fight, and victory in the capital was achieved in this manner.
At that moment, a soldier hurriedly helped Wang Chao to his feet. Wang Chao staggered toward Zhang Fusheng. With such deep feelings for Jian Xiaoqing, it would take an unknown amount of time for him to recover from this sorrow. Zhang Fusheng had already secured Jian Xiaoqing's body on his back with torn strips of cloth.
Wang Chao's expression changed instantly; it darkened. Something was off about Zhang Fusheng's demeanor. After securing Jian Xiaoqing's body, Zhang Fusheng leaned down and kissed her cheek gently before raising his head. Suddenly, Wang Chao felt an overwhelming aura of killing intent emanating from Zhang Fusheng. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage.
"This is bad!" Wang Chao shouted loudly. "He's serious! Huangfu Army, get the civilians away from here!"
As he spoke, the Huangfu Army responded to the command without hesitation, picking up their fallen weapons and covering the civilians as they began to retreat. However, with thousands surrounding them, it would be difficult to evacuate quickly. Zhang Fusheng stepped down from the platform, his face expressionless and his eyes vacant as he said, "If it weren't for you all—if it weren't for you—Jian Xiaoqing wouldn't have died! Every single one of you here is responsible for her death!"
"Zhang Fusheng! Calm down!" Wang Chao shouted. "Jian Xiaoqing died for you; she took her own life! These people are not murderers; don't act impulsively!"
But at that moment, Zhang Fusheng was beyond reason. He walked step by step toward the crowd, fists clenched and clearly ready to attack. Wang Chao's heart sank; could the kindest person in the world truly kill tens of thousands for one individual? This was something Huangfu Yan could do; Zhuang Peng could do it; he himself could do it.
But the last person who should be capable of such an act was Zhang Fusheng!
At that moment, Zhang Fusheng moved. He charged directly into the nearest group of Huangfu Army soldiers. At this point, Zhang Fusheng had completely lost his sanity. He grabbed a soldier with both hands and violently pulled him apart, tearing the soldier in two. Blood and entrails spilled everywhere, creating a gruesome sight. Then, with another punch, he shattered another soldier's skull, brain matter splattering everywhere.
Zhang Fusheng had completely abandoned the martial arts and techniques he had honed over the past twenty years, relying solely on brute strength to kill, like a wild beast gone out of control—bloodthirsty and cruel. In just a few seconds, more than ten people had died at his hands. Zhang Fusheng was now blinded by rage, causing chaos among the Huangfu Army as well as the residents of the capital city, who scattered in all directions in panic.
However, Zhang Fusheng was at a diamond level; these ordinary people stood no chance of escaping. Seeing this situation unfold, Wang Chao no longer hesitated. If Zhang Fusheng continued his rampage, everyone here would be dead within an hour. "Huangfu Army, stay calm! Continue leading the residents to retreat!" As he spoke, Wang Chao charged toward Zhang Fusheng.
"Zhang Fusheng!" Wang Chao shouted. "If you have something to say, come at me! I killed Jian Xiaoqing!"
Zhang Fusheng had lost all reason and could not distinguish right from wrong. Upon hearing Wang Chao's words, he charged at him like a crazed bear. Although Zhang Fusheng fought without any technique or strategy, Wang Chao found himself unable to use his arms effectively and could only defend himself with his legs. He was repeatedly struck by Zhang Fusheng's fists and felt that the blood he lost today could sustain a vampire.
Fortunately, with Wang Chao confronting Zhang Fusheng, others were able to escape.
"Zhang Fusheng, wake up!" As he spoke, Wang Chao coughed up blood that splattered across Zhang Fusheng's face. But Zhang Fusheng had completely lost his basic human reasoning and delivered a powerful punch to Wang Chao's chest. The blow sent Wang Chao flying; he was utterly drained of combat ability and lay on the ground struggling to rise, teetering on the brink of shock.
"Take this opportunity! Shoot quickly!" shouted an ordinary resident. "Commander Wang has done so much for us; we can't just watch him die!" With this call to action, more and more voices joined in. The Huangfu Army finally remembered they still had guns. About a thousand soldiers in the front lines opened fire at the now isolated Zhang Fusheng.
Zhang Fusheng raised his arms to shield his head as bullets struck him. They merely pierced his skin but failed to penetrate further. Bullet casings fell around him, but he could not advance any further. Suddenly, Zhang Fusheng let out an inhuman howl and turned to flee at top speed, disappearing into the distance.
Wang Chao struggled to get up and watched as Zhang Fusheng vanished far away. His heart felt like it had been turned upside down; a mix of emotions flooded through him.
"Wang Chao! Wang Chao!" At that moment, everyone around shouted his name. Today, Wang Chao was nothing less than the guardian angel of the Imperial Capital Safe Zone. Without him, who knew how many more would die here? Yet amidst the rising chorus of voices calling for him, Wang Chao collapsed again into unconsciousness.
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