Ning Chen looked at Guo Wuxiang's body and sneered.

Tao Xiuwu had said that the men in this world who had refined out that breath did not number more than the fingers of two hands.

That said something, indirectly, about how strong these masters above the ranks altogether were.

But so what?

Up against firearms, anything carbon-based dies for your father.

Ning Chen turned his head and looked at the rebels.

The rebels were a minority in the end. There was no way the Fifth Prince could have turned every last one of the imperial guards and the guards of the imperial presence.

Their skills were good enough, but they were up against the Ning'an Army, with its special training and several times their number.

In no time the rebels were completely held down.

Ning Chen's eyes were cold. He put out a hand. "Give me a weapon."

A Ning'an Army man quickly handed Ning Chen the rebar.

Ning Chen took hold of the rebar and shot forward like lightning.

Bang!!!

One exchange, and a rebel's head was smashed to pulp.

One slip of the body, like flying along level ground, and he was in front of another rebel, and the rebar in his hand went through the man's neck.

One sweeping blow snapped another rebel's bones and tendons outright and sent him flying sideways.

Ning Chen was like a demon out of hell, and in front of him the rebels might as well have been made of mud.

The civil and military officials in their hiding places shook with fright.

Bang!!!

Ning Chen struck out with the rebar.

The saber in a rebel's hand shattered outright, and his forearm was smashed in two.

Ning Chen had gone completely killing mad.

By the time Yuan Long got there with his men, the rebels were all but put down.

"This officer came late. I beg my lord marquis's pardon!"

Ning Chen stopped and said, low and hard, "You've come at the right time. Take these dogs who rose against their sovereign, every one of them!"

"This officer obeys!"

Facing several thousand…