of navigating the treacherous waters of officialdom, Wang Tenghuan, a man who had long cultivated an impassive demeanor like Mount Tai before a storm, found his heart stirred by a tempestuous wave.Li...Chapter 605: Breaking Down the Door

With a thud, the bloody and mangled corpse landed heavily just five steps in front of Li Chen.

The Three Treasures appeared before Li Chen in the blink of an eye, their hair and beards moving without a breeze, their eyes alert.

Li Chen raised his hand to signal Sanbao back, looking at the body before him.

This is the body of a young man. From his clothing, he appears to be an ordinary commoner.

Even in death, the expression on the corpse's face remained one of terror and rage, clearly indicating that it had endured immense fear and something that filled it with extreme anger before its demise.

At this moment, bursts of hearty laughter from a man and the heart-wrenching cries and pleas for mercy from a woman echoed within the courtyard.

From the crazed, boisterous laughter with a strong prairie accent, and the pleas for mercy from a woman with a pure Beijing dialect, Li Chen didn't need to think to know what had happened.

"Three Treasures."

Li Chen lightly called out, "Smash the door for this palace."

When the command was given, Sanzhao (the three treasures) received it and started circulating their energy from their dantian. With a light, fluttering palm strike, they launched an attack.

This palm seemed soft and weak, but it contained the immense power of mountains collapsing. Even standing behind Sānbǎo, Lǐ Chén still felt an inexplicable gust of wind rising from Sānbǎo's palm.

The courtyard gate, along with the entire entrance hall, was struck as if by a colossal force. A deafening boom reverberated through the air, sending dust clouds swirling everywhere.

A man's angry shouts came from the courtyard, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching rapidly.

As the smoke cleared, the entire front gate of the courtyard had turned into rubble. The scene within the courtyard was exposed to Li Chen's eyes as his vision shifted from blurry to clear.

Eight burly men, as strong as oxen, stood behind the ruins, their clothes and appearances vastly different from those of the Central Plains. They watched Li Chen in a mixture of astonishment and anger.

And around them, or being held captive or lying on the ground unconscious and unmoving, were a dozen or so young women.

Judging from their appearance and dress, these women are undoubtedly commoners living nearby.

These young women, now in rags, expose their pale skin to the air. Occasionally, there are marks of struggle and blood from resistance.

There were also several women, their lower bodies exposed and in disarray, lying on the ground lifeless. It was obvious that they had been brutally tortured to death by this group of people.

A surge of immense rage welled up from his core, reaching the crown of his head. But in the midst of this fury, Li Chen found himself strangely calm.

There was no roaring, no angry rebukes, only a chilling coldness and indifference.

"Damn two-legged sheep, daring to interrupt grandpa's good deed!"

A man from Liao was furious, he stormed up shouting insults, his menacing look clearly meant to teach Li Chen a lesson.

"Sheep with Two Legs," is a derogatory term used by nomadic tribes like the Liao and Jin against Han Chinese people during the Qin and Han dynasties. It reflects their deep contempt for Han Chinese, viewing them as nothing more than livestock that walk on two legs.

This time, without Li Chen needing to speak, Sān Bǎo had already made a move.

Because the speed was too fast, it felt as if everything had just flashed before their eyes. In a blink, San Bao had already caught the cursing Liao man in his hands.

Samba was only about five feet six inches tall, while the imposing Liao man stood well over six feet tall. In terms of physique, the Liao man was easily two or three Sambas in size.

It was precisely because of the huge size difference that the image of Siba grabbing the Liao man like a chick looked rather strange and absurd.Chapter 1790: Killing King Ning