Chapter 940 Bloody Suppression!
"My fellow elders, have you ever thought about what will happen to us if we don't leave? Our entire family will be exterminated and our entire clan will be executed!"

"Jing Yi has already secured a ray of hope for us, how can we hesitate again!"

"The Yin family's hundreds of years of foundation was not built overnight, nor can it be limited to a single place or region."

He took a deep breath, glanced at every elder present, and said in a deep voice.

After saying this, he winked at several of his trusted aides.

The trusted ones understood and quietly walked behind the stubborn elders. They took advantage of their unpreparedness and quickly attacked them, knocking them to the ground.

This scene happened very quickly. While the other elders were stunned, they quickly understood Yin Ting's intention. This was a decision Yin Ting had to make in order to preserve the main line of the Yin family.

"Carry them to the ancestral hall to attract the attention of the Daqian Dynasty."

Yin Ting said in a deep voice, without a trace of emotion in his tone.

Although this decision is a bit cruel, in these troubled times, only decisiveness and resoluteness can preserve the future of the Yin family.

The trusted men followed the order and carried the knocked-out elders to the ancestral hall.

"Dear elders, time is running out. You must pack up and evacuate this place as soon as possible."

"Those who are willing to follow me north should prepare quickly. I will not force those who do not want to leave, but you should know that if you stay here, you may be in great danger."

Yin Ting turned around and spoke to the remaining elders.

Upon hearing this, the elders were startled and nodded in agreement to evacuate with Yin Ting.

The Yin family mansion suddenly became busy, and everyone was packing their luggage and valuables, preparing to evacuate.

Soon, everything was ready. Yin Ting hurriedly left the Yin family mansion with the main members of the Yin family, as well as some servants and guards who were willing to accompany them.

At the same time, the Tiger Head Heavy Armored Battalion led by Yin Jingyi was waiting for their arrival not far away.

When Yin Ting and his group appeared in his sight, Yin Jingyi felt relieved, knowing that his father had made the right choice.

Soon after Yin Jingyi and the others left, an unprecedented murderous atmosphere suddenly filled the night sky of Qiandu.

After the main force, the Tiger Head Heavy Armored Battalion, and the Left and Right Guards of Qian Mansion controlled by the Feng family left, the Yin family and the coalition forces of the aristocratic families abandoned by Yin Jingyi and others, like a flock of sheep without a leader, faced an iron-blooded encirclement and suppression by the Praefects of the Daqian Dynasty and the Left and Right Guards of Qianlong in panic and anxiety.

The Praefectus Urbi, the elite division responsible for the safety of the imperial palace, was now like a sword drawn from its sheath, flashing with cold light, pointing directly at the weak spots of the coalition forces of the aristocratic families without the obstruction of the Tiger Head Heavy Armored Battalion and the Qianfu Right Guard under Feng Yi.

Although the left and right guards of Qianlong were caught off guard and severely damaged by the left and right guards of Qianfu of Feng family, they were the elite among the twelve guards of Xuanlong of the Daqian Dynasty after all. Even if they were remnants, they were enough to deal with the coalition forces of the aristocratic families which were a motley crowd.

The two guards were clad in silver armor and held spears in their hands. They marched in unison, like two unstoppable torrents. No one could stop them wherever they passed.

Si Cangqiong and Si Ruokong, two powerful celestial beings of the Daqian Dynasty, took action personally. Their figures drew brilliant tracks in the night sky. Every time they took action, it was accompanied by a thunderous roar. The direct descendants and leaders of the aristocratic families were like chickens and dogs in their hands and were vulnerable to them.

The people from the Xuan Mirror Division also took action frequently. They were dressed in black, had stern faces, and held the Xuan Mirror in their hands, which symbolized justice and judgment. The direct descendants and leaders of the aristocratic families thought they could fish in troubled waters in this chaotic world, but they didn't expect that the Xuan Mirror Division had already set its eyes on them.

The streets of Qiandu were brightly lit, but filled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere. The soldiers of the aristocratic coalition had originally hoped to get a share of the spoils in this chaos, but they did not expect that in the blink of an eye, they would become fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"Run! That bastard Yin Jingyi has abandoned us and run away. The Praefectus Urbija in the palace has already come out!"

A panicked shout was heard, followed by the figures of soldiers fleeing in panic.

They originally thought that by following Yin Jingyi and others in the uprising, they would have a glimmer of hope for survival, but they did not expect that behind this hope lay endless death and despair.

Si Cangqiong was suspended in the air, with a surging aura around him. Every time he swung the Sword of the Sky in his hand, it was accompanied by a dazzling sword light. That sword light was like a dragon soaring into the sky, invincible.

The direct descendants of those aristocratic families were transformed into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated in the night sky without even a grunt under his sword.

"Humph, you traitors who attempted to overthrow the Daqian Dynasty deserve to be killed!"

Si Cangqiong's voice was low and hoarse, but filled with endless murderous intent.

His eyes were as cold as ice, piercing through the night sky and staring directly at the soldiers of the coalition forces of the aristocratic families.

Si Ruokong on the side also jumped up suddenly, and the power of the Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm was displayed to the fullest.

Every time he slapped his hands, a shadow of a giant dragon would roar out, with its fangs bared and claws brandishing, invincible, knocking down the soldiers of the coalition forces of the aristocratic families and causing them to scream in agony.

"what--"

The screams, accompanied by the sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere, were terrifying.

For a moment, heads rolled down in Qiandu, the streets were dyed red with blood, and wailing and screaming could be heard one after another.

Those aristocratic families that were once so powerful have now become insignificant under the iron fist of the Daqian Dynasty.

Those young talents who were once so proud and arrogant are now like lambs to be slaughtered, and can only watch the flames of their lives being extinguished in the wrath of the dynasty.

The Yin family was one of the instigators of the rebellion. Although most of the main members had evacuated, those branches and servants who remained in Qiandu became the targets of the dynasty's venting.

The Praefectus Urbivivus and the Qianlong Guards on both sides rushed into the Yin family mansion like an angry torrent, killing anyone they saw and destroying anything they saw. In a short time, the Yin family mansion was reduced to ruins. The former splendor and glory were now reduced to broken walls and corpses on the ground.

As for the coalition forces of the aristocratic families that followed Yin Jingyi in the uprising, their camp was surrounded by countless Praefectus Guards and the Qianlong Left and Right Guards. Flames shot up into the sky and shouts of killing shook the earth.

Corpses piled up like mountains and blood formed streams flowing on the streets of Qiandu, turning this once prosperous city into a Shura field.

Si Cangqiong stood high in the sky, looking down at everything coldly, with a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes, but more of it was determination.

Now, with hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops approaching outside Qiandu City, he knew that Qiandu could no longer withstand the turmoil at this time, but he could no longer control the situation!

This encirclement and suppression of Qiandu is necessary. Only by completely suppressing these rebels can Qiandu be allowed to hold on for a while longer.

At this moment in Qiandu, the emperor passed away, the foundation of the dynasty was shaken, and he no longer knew what to do in the future.

(End of this chapter)