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He then softly collapsed to the ground.

His head was already unnaturally twisted, with no breath left.

"Is this the innate divine strength?"

The dozen or so experts who followed Constable Xiahou Le all looked at Constable Xiahou Le's corpse, each waking from a great dream, recalling the tales of Su Juxia's legendary father from their childhood.

In the eyes of those who nestled in the county, making a living with the constable, they had never seen such a domineering blow with their own eyes.

Instinctively, they drew their swords, but everyone was fearful and timid, retreating desperately from Su Ping's avatar.

Su Ping's avatar clenched the right hand that had slapped out.

It still felt quite good.

Moreover, the fragility of these people in front of him was even worse than he expected.

At least from Su Juxia's memories, the constables decades ago weren't so fragile.

It seems the end of the dynasty is near, and it's time for the Divine Path Red Dragon to face a new round of harvest.

This will be a period where generations of geniuses frequently emerge, and also a time when the foundational forces of the dynasty are at their most decadent.

But it doesn't matter to him.

Whether during a period of weakness or strength, it all makes no difference to him.

After all, no matter when, neither the dynasty nor those geniuses, however defiant, could beat him!

It's not that the geniuses lack talent; it's just that he stands on the shoulders of giants much higher than all the past geniuses of the Red Dragon Realm combined.

"Get out!"

Taking a deep breath, Su Ping's avatar let out a lion's roar towards the outside.

The dozen or more experts who followed Constable Xiahou Le were immediately shaken out.

Then they began to bleed from their seven orifices, with none able to get up.

The sturdy class surrounding the courtyard was so frightened that they almost couldn't hold their wooden sticks and painted wooden swords and spears.

As the lowest oppressed level within the three classes of the yamen, no one expected them to play a role, nor would anyone dare equip them with real weapons.

After all, armed with sharp blades, a sudden uprising would only cause trouble for themselves.

By living up to expectations, upon seeing Constable Xiahou Le and his trusted aides lying on the ground,

more than a hundred strong men dispersed in a panic without needing any orders.

Faced with this situation, the experts from various families outside instantly realized something was wrong.

After capturing a few escaping strong men, the experts from various families felt that they had grasped the situation.

"The old man of the Su Family isn't dead after all!"

"This is trouble!"

Older experts who had witnessed Su Juxia's dominance over Changle County whispered in apprehension.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how formidable he was in his youth, he's sixty now!"

"And he's just one person, while we have so many people on our side, it would be over in a round or two!"

These were the voices of the young hot-blooded experts who had just grown up.

Under the manipulative control of hidden wielders of power in the Red Dragon Realm's martial path,

due to the abundance of spiritual energy,

the strongest Great Grandmaster is roughly equivalent to Foundation Establishment in Body Cultivation.

Masters are equivalent to the late period of Qi Cultivation, followed by first-class masters equivalent to the middle period and second-class masters equivalent to the early period of Qi Cultivation.

Notably, due to the lack of corresponding inheritance, although their physical qualities are equivalent, their actual combat strength lacks spells, techniques, secret techniques, magic artifacts, talismans, or pills, making their comprehensive combat power far inferior to cultivators of the same realm.

Changle County is merely a lower county; here the strongest is a first-class master, but only one who guards the military and is not easily commanded by local forces.

Su Juxia, relying on innate divine strength, was previously considered a top second-class master.

Now that he's old, according to the martial path experience in this realm, even the strongest martial artist begins to decline after fifty.

Especially those who fought intensely in their youth decline even more severely when old.

There's no way around it; it's not like no genius ever invented Health Care Skills.

It's just that Health Care Skills might lead martial artists to enter Taoism through martial arts and help them cultivate Divine Sense earlier.

Whenever the Taoist sects harvest, they conveniently erase the inheritance of Health Care Skills.

After several such rounds, even the remnants of Health Care Skills are viewed by martial sects and families as Demon Techniques that may lead to sudden death or disappearance.

Moreover, lacking the swift results and power benefits of genuine Demon Techniques, they naturally don't spread down.

Thus, after briefly discussing,

the experts from various families this time were convinced that Su Juxia of the Su Family at most maintained the strength of an ordinary second-class master.

While they had a full twenty third-rank masters and four second-class masters on their side.

Plus, they also brought strong bows and poisoned swords and blades.

Anyway you look at it, the advantage is clearly ours!

"Go! Whoever kills that Su Juxia gets a reward of a thousand taels of silver and a hundred acres of fertile land!"

The highest-ranking master forcefully swung his arm, announcing a bounty to boost morale.

Hearing the reward, the masters' faces flushed slightly, and their steps became lighter.

They didn't take the main entrance; instead, they leaped high over the walls and flew into the courtyard.

A chorus of "Thief Su, prepare to die" roared from their mouths, echoing through the neighborhood.

With all the doors tightly shut, families trembled, covering their children's mouths, afraid of attracting disaster.

As the masters surged forward.

The earth began to shake, and the sky started to tremble.

Thunderous roars erupted out of nowhere.

This commotion even alerted the prefectural governor, who was drinking with colleagues on a high floor to foster relationships.

Governor Zhang had recently turned thirty.

He was among the few capable young officials of the Daxia Dynasty.

Due to his mentorship, he was also one of the Crown Prince's trusted aides in the Daxia Dynasty, currently assigned to Changle County for experience.

A few or a dozen years from now, when the Crown Prince ascends the throne, he will soar to great heights.

With such a background, bureaucrats and powerful families of various sizes in the county are willing to work for him.

"That direction, isn't it where the Su Family is located?"

Governor Zhang stroked his short beard and asked, his scholarly face calm.

The County Magistrate of Changle County nodded quickly, whispering about their discovery of the Su Family colluding with bandits, smuggling prohibited salt and weapons among other serious offenses.

"It seems they've encountered resistance; these sounds indicate a duel of experts."

The County Governor also stood up and suggested in a low voice whether to deploy soldiers from the training field and experts from the yamen to investigate.

Governor Zhang intended to feign hesitation but suddenly noticed the noise over there suddenly stopped.

Then an eerie silence seemed to envelop the surroundings.

The representatives of the local powerful families changed their expressions slightly at this situation.

They knew that after their experts made a move, whether they won or lost, they would signal their families to prepare early.

What was the situation now?

Had all their experts become amnesiac?

Or did none of them escape, all dying in the brief, urgent explosions?

"This is impossible!"

A Vice Clan Leader of a powerful family stood up, his face tense.

Governor Zhang narrowed his eyes, softly inquiring about the representatives' thoughts.

Upon learning of their suspicions.

A vague sense of impending doom emerged in Governor Zhang's mind.

The thought that Su Juxia might not be dead also surfaced in his mind.

Due to environmental constraints, this was the most reasonable explanation they could conceive.

But... even if the opponent isn't dead, with so many experts besieging him, could they not take him down?

Governor Zhang summoned the accompanying Assistant General, who quickly approached to listen to orders.

Consequently, the banquet naturally came to an end, with everyone hurriedly leaving to gather their forces.

Representatives of various local powerful families also hurriedly arrived at the governor mansion after gathering their men.

As time passed.

They learned what had happened at the Su Family's place.

Su Juxia, this demon, indeed wasn't dead!

Not only did he slap Constable Xiahou Le to death, but a roar also rendered more than a dozen constables into idiots, now discarded on the street as a display.

He also crushed the heads of more than twenty masters who jumped into the courtyard, throwing their bodies outside the walls.

This completely stunned the people on the entire street.

Those harboring small ambitions now detoured to avoid trouble.

As for why Su Juxia was still alive.

Although the Su Family said he came back to life, breaking the coffin lid to live again.

The attendees naturally didn't believe it, concluding that Su Juxia always seemed so honest, heroic, and chivalrous.

It was all an act, and in the end, he wanted to rely on feigning death to escape.

But their high chess piece plan, prepared to eradicate the problem at its root, thwarted Su Juxia's demonic scheme!

"Give the order, Governor!"

"Yes, Governor! The spies reported that the demon is still at home, either injured or worried about his descendants' inability to escape."

"Seize the opportunity, quickly give the order!"

"We will go all out, this time, even if it exhausts us to death, we'll kill that demon!"