Si Men Qing's servants outnumbered even the officer who had just arrived—there were fully one hundred and more, a scenario Wu Song had never imagined. Indeed, Wu Song found himself completely surrounded by a hundred men. Though Wu Song was skilled in martial arts, the sheer numbers and strength of his opponents left him only able to defend, with no chance to counterattack. At this moment, Si Men Qing watched Wu Song with a sharp, calculating gaze. "Hah! You managed to ruin my wedding day—my very first wedding! This time, I'll have you hang!" Si Men Qing silently signaled to his steward. Then, he blew a sharp whistle. Suddenly, Wu Song felt a massive net drop from the hall ceiling, ensnaring him completely. As the net was drawn up and pulled taut, Wu Song found himself suspended between the hall's beams. "Hah! Wu Song! You thought you could challenge me? You're simply asking for it!" Si Men Qing laughed heartily. Then, with a sharp clap of his right hand, two servants immediately rushed forward with large axes, cutting at Wu Song trapped within the net. Wu Song closed his eyes—not out of fear of death, but because his brother’s vengeance had not been avenged. He immediately shouted, “Brother! You died so terribly! I’ll go with you! Yet neither of us can rest in peace!” Strange enough, Wu Song didn’t feel himself being struck. Instead, the great cleaving swords held by the two servants flew three zhang outward, and the servants themselves bled profusely, crying out in agony. Wu Song looked and saw it was Gao Liang, followed by his sister-in-law, Pan Jinlian. Ximeng Qing, seeing his fierce rival Gao Liang arrive once again, felt his hairs stand on end and his voice tremble. He said, “You! What do you want?” Gao Liang didn’t reply. He simply threw a playing card from his hand. With a loud “thud,” the card sliced through the net binding Wu Song like a blade, freeing him. Wu Song, now holding his side sword, roared at Ximeng Qing, “We’ll fight single-handed!” Ximeng Qing gave a sly smile and said, “Hmph! Wu Song! I’m not afraid "Don't you dare beg!" With great determination, Simón Qíng, supported by his household staff, donned a full suit of bronze armor and held a steel lasso shaped like a dragon. This lasso was particularly formidable—its shaft was studded with iron thorns, and reportedly possessed a toxic effect; any blow from it would cause the skin to tear and flesh to split. Wu Song, on the other hand, carried a standard sword of ordinary length, only about one meter, while the虬dragon lasso stretched well beyond three meters, enabling effective long-range attacks. The two fought fiercely, their movements evenly matched, and the battle remained fiercely contested. As Wu Song and Simón Qíng clashed with intensity, many spectators scattered, fearing for their own safety. In Qinghe County, it was well known that among all the martial artists, Wu Song and Simón Qíng were the two most skilled. A wealthy merchant attempted to make his escape amid the commotion, but Pan Jinlian, sharp-eyed, intercepted him: "Zhang Shouchu! Where do you think you're going? How cruel of you to have allied with Simón Qíng and conspire to kill my husband!" "Chang Shouchu saw Pan Jinlian at first and immediately grew anxious, but soon regained composure, for he only saw Pan Jinlian alone, while Wu Song was engaged in a fierce struggle with Ximen Qing. 'Haha! You, a mere woman, how can you possibly harm me?' Chang Shouchu now flushed with shame, openly leering at Pan Jinlian with an unseemly grace: 'Jinlian! As long as your husband lives, you'll still be a widow at home. If you don't mind, come to me! I'll build you a private residence, make you wear gold and silver, enjoy fine food and fine wine, and live in comfort and ease. How does that sound?' 'Unworthy!' Pan Jinlian was furious, stomping her feet. At this point, Chang Shouchu continued to mock and tease Pan Jinlian, only to find his ears being pulled painfully. He turned his head to see— Oh my! There stood a handsome young man, no doubt our hero Gao Liang, standing upright and resolutely addressing Chang Shouchu: 'What a man you are, Chang Shouchu! Not only have you shown callousness toward the lives Pan Jinlian married Wu Daliang, yet your scheming—your very crime! You've colluded with Ximen Qing! You've treated men as inferior and dominated women! Zhang Shouchu's ears were pained so much that tears streamed down his face. He hurriedly pleaded, "Big Sir! Big Sir! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!" Gao Liang released Zhang Shouchu. At that moment, Wu Song and Ximen Qing were engaged in fierce combat. Ximen Qing was wielding his Qionglong whip, which he flicked with a sharp crack, sweeping it toward Wu Song. Wu Song, agile and skillful, deftly dodged the blow. "Crack!" The whip struck someone squarely on the face, causing the skin to tear and flesh to split—now a full-faced mask of blood, with streams of fresh blood flowing. "Oh my goodness!" was Zhang Shouchu's agonized cry. For Zhang Shouchu, now elderly, had failed to dodge in time and was struck by Ximen Qing's Qionglong whip. At this moment, Wu Song, taking advantage of the whip's entanglement with Zhang Shouchu's body, drew his sword. "Cr Simón Qing was first ever cut by someone, and immediately cried out in pain. Yet Simón Qing was a man with a hidden poison; as he was struck, he pulled the twisted whip from Zhang Shouchu's body, and with that motion, "Ah!" Zhang Shouchu's entire body was pierced by the iron thorns on the whip, instantly poisoned and turned black. He collapsed and died on the spot. Pan Jinlian, witnessing her wealthy patron perish in such a cruel manner, smiled with a sense of satisfaction. Yet, she failed to realize that she herself was now in peril. "No! Let me go! Simón Qing! Release me!" Pan Jinlian's urgent cries drew everyone's attention. High Bright was surprised, as he had expected Wu Song to handle Simón Qing adequately. Therefore, he had merely watched from the sidelines, waiting to intervene when the moment was right. To his surprise, Simón Qíng was quite shrewd—he understood that holding out against Wu Song would be a prolonged battle, not entirely secure, especially with Gao Liang, such a top-tier figure, right beside him. Simón Qíng felt numerous concerns and only felt safe once he had Pán Jīnlán secured as a hostage. "Release her! I give you only three seconds!" Gao Liang's voice carried an unmistakable sense of authority. Simón Qíng knew Gao Liang was far more capable than Wu Song, so he hesitated, yet still did not let go of Pán Jīnlán. At this moment, Pán Jīnlán had become his lifeline. If he lost this final lifeline, his peril would be unimaginable. "1, 2…" Gao Liang counted. Pán Jīnlán's neck was pressed against Simón Qíng's short knife, and Simón Qíng laughed wildly, "Hah! Hah! What a beauty! I never thought you'd manage to charm someone so charming! That explains your resistance! This time, I'll have you die right before my eyes—because anything "Having said that, High Guang was already counting to '3.' He executed a classic gesture—folding his lips into a downward arc, glaring fiercely at Ximen Qing and shouting, 'Ximen Qing! Don't blame me for taking action!' Immediately after, High Guang stepped forward swiftly, seizing Ximen Qing's short knife that was being used to stroke Pan Jinlian's jade neck. Pan Jinlian, who had been in despair, suddenly woke up—indeed, it was incredible that High Guang had come to her rescue without hesitation. Yet Ximen Qing pressed with desperate intensity, striving to drive the knife into High Guang's body. To prevent Ximen Qing's Qionglong whip from striking Pan Jinlian, High Guang used his body to shield the iron spurs of the whip while simultaneously gripping the short knife that was being pressed toward him with firm strength. 'I'll have you dead!' Ximen Qing growled, his eyes blazing with murderous intensity. 'High Guang! Watch out!' Pan Jinlian saw Western Ming again pulling out a short sword, aimed at Gao Liang's throat. Gao Liang faced him without fear, gazing straight into Ming's eyes and said, "It's your time to die!" Western Ming laughed arrogantly, exclaiming, "Ha! It should be you! This time, I'll make you bleed to death, meet your end in the very flow of life! Ha! Ha!" But just as he finished laughing, his body went stiff, a look of pain crossed his face, and he cried out in agony, "Ah!" For during his moment of triumph, he had failed to notice Wu Song, who had been steadily holding his sword and had struck him hard from behind with all his strength. Western Ming fell heavily into the pool of blood, struggling a few times before finally passing away. Wu Song then turned to the lifeless body of Western Ming and said, "Western Ming! You killed my brother! You deserve to die! You are truly guilty!" After saying this, he bowed several times to the sky, saying, "Brother, rest now! Er Lang has avenged your death!" Then, turning to Pan Jinlian, he said, "Sister-in-law! From now on, take good care of yourself!" Pan Jinlian said to Wu Song, "Uncle! Please take good care of yourself from now on!