Going Downhill Fast

The Emperor felt a painful sensation radiating from the back of his head just when he was really getting into the fight with Second Martial Brother. The world before him spun and he dropped to the ground unconscious with a thud.

Second Martial Brother then applauded Third Brother, albeit with an emotionless look. He snorted, "Damn geezer. I don't even know where he came from, but how dare he impede on our escort mission. I told you that you wouldn't be able to take this blow."

He didn't get to say much, for he had to evade a slash aimed at him. He countered with a palm strike, sending the individual that tried to sneak attack him, flying. They then began another new round of fighting.

The fight in Bright Lane had almost gone on for an hour now. There were roughly less than half of the thousand-plus gangsters taking part, so the crowd was a lot thinner compared to the start. It was easier to hear over the crowd, as well.

It took some effort from Second Brother to locate the five elders in dark robes, and he also found the beautiful Princess. He was now thinking up a plan for how to approach them and protect her, yet not let themselves be exposed. It was a huge challenge to their skills.

Second Brother listened in carefully. He heard the Princess' heroic and stern voice, "Where is my father, Mr. Li? I saw him just before. Is he all right?"

He then heard an old man reply, "You must be unaware, Miss. Since these thugs looked so aggressive, His Majesty's anger won and thus he rushed over to begin slaughtering them, but please rest assured. You know how skilled he is. These nobodies cannot hurt him."

"But there are far too many of them!"

The Princess forced her way forward to fight the family slave in one corner after she yelled back.

Second, Third and Fourth Brothers wore grim looks. They swiftly glanced at each other. They all sent each other the same message,

'Fuck! We just went hard as a motherfucker! This is the Emperor!'

'Not only did we hit a Princess, we hit the Emperor, too!!'

'Mount Daluo is going to be exterminated today!'

They then saw a brash man that didn't know better. Seeing the old man that just hit him with a palm strike before now laying on the ground, he boldly swung his blade at him.

"Motherfuckeeeeeerrrrr!!! Don't touch him!! Guard the Emperor! Guard the Emperor!!"

Second Brother gave him a fly kick back to his mom's home and then took back an iron rod from the crowd. He began a frenzy, swinging left and right countless times, then thrusting, then swinging, thrusting again and then swinging again, beating every single person who tried to approach the emperor.

"Nobody comes near him. I've reserved this place!!"

His eyes were red when he swung his rod, "Third and Fourth Brother, guard this place!"

The three of them made a ruckus and began their jobs as the escorts of a dragon.

The sound of horns in the distance reached the five elders in dark robes. People who saw the dust flying around in the area could tell there was a fight going on.

While fighting, Ancestral Master Xie thought to himself with pleasant surprise,

'I don't know who these heroes who have come to our assistance are. My Dark Robed group may be one of the Seven Champion White Princes, but we've been focusing on the Imperial Court for many years and our name has started to become forgotten in recent years. I never thought that it would be our friends in the pugilistic world that'd come to our aid in this situation.'

Nevertheless, by hanging on for a bit longer, his exhaustion only continued to worsen.

The other four elders who fought with another two slaves didn't feel anything, either.

Ancestral Master Xie was the eldest, though. He was a very talented man and was still full of vigour in old age, but it's still impossible for him to maintain peak performance after fighting here for so long. Moreover, he kept on using the Forbidden Lightning Wind Palms, which ate up lots of his energy. He was now using a dark wooden rod to fight the family slave with the large sabre.

Ancestral Master Xie had the upper hand in the first thirty moves of their exchange, but they gradually became even and he was now in danger. He found himself in danger every eight to ten moves.

The sabre came swinging down from above with enough force to slice a mountain again!

The sabre slashed in a straight line onto Ancestral Master Xie's rod. He dropped to his knees, since the force of the slash combined with all his bodyweight was more than he could fend off. The family slave didn't let the opportunity slip, thereby thrusting his blade straight toward Ancestral Master Xie's throat. When he leaned back to avoid the thrust, the slave turned his attack to knock the dark wooden rod away.

"Go die, old bastard!!"

Neither the family slave nor Ancestral Master Xie could score the victory over each other after a long fight, which was a violation of the order to show why the Gold and Silver Sect was impressive; hence, angering him. After knocking away Ancestral Master Xie's