I Can See Your Combat Power

Upon suddenly hearing news of the natural disaster, Gong Zheng’s face changed, his subconscious thought was about his wife and daughter.

If it were according to his original temperament, the moment he learned this news, he would escape to the inland of Longzhou with them both.

As a seasoned gangster who has struggled in the underworld for decades, Gong Zheng clearly understood that a natural disaster isn’t the scariest thing; man­made disasters are the most lethal aftermath of a natural disaster.

Aristocratic families would open their gaping mouths in the aftermath of a disaster. Those countless servants, weren’t they the free citizens who couldn’t survive after a natural disaster?

If it wasn’t for his decision to follow Tang Luo, Gong Zheng wouldn’t be able to stay in Xiling City for another second. If it wasn’t for his resolve to follow Tang Luo, he would have fled by now.

Xiling is a large city-state established by hundreds of clans. There are hundreds of clans, big and small, and thousands of government offices. One million and six hundred thousand free citizens live in the cracks between these clans.

As the city has been peaceful for hundreds of years, the domains of the noble families expanded, and the space for ordinary people to live in decreased. The central areas of Xiling, north and south, were all occupied by noble families. Only a few scattered properties are owned by the generations of free citizens that reside in Xiling; they rely on small businesses for a living.

Most commoners gather in East City, West City, the outer city markets, and wharves. Now, they include their own cultivated lands. Thinking that the influence of Righteous Gang is mainly focused in West City, Gong Zheng consulted, “Young master, the Righteous Gang is more familiar with the citizens of West City. Should we start from there first?”

“No need.” Tang Luo directly ordered, “Start from East City. I have plans for the other areas of Xiling. The primary work of the Righteous Gang is to answer questions.”

“Answer questions?” Gong Zheng was very puzzled. Shouldn’t the whole city be informed first? “I don’t quite understand…”

Even for someone like Du Sha, a strong individual, he only understood the significance of the flood after Tang Luo pointed it out on the map.

But these three thousand men from the Righteous Gang are a crucial part of the plan. Even if time was pressing, Tang Luo still patiently explained to Gong Zheng the various aspects of the flood.

“I understand the order.” After listening to Tang Luo’s words, the face of Gong Zheng had turned green. He was aware that there was no time to spare, and he immediately went to issue orders.

Tang Luo, manifesting the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique, went higher into the sky after having informed Gong Zheng. This drew praise and admiration from the unaware bystanders.

After all, flying is the dream of every martial artist and a symbol of status. It’s no wonder that the sight of such a young flier drew cheers after cheers.

Standing on the clouds, Tang Luo released his spiritual power. His stature suddenly grew again, and even without activating the Undying Battle Body, he surpassed three meters in size, looking robust like a god.

After unlocking the Divine Pattern of the fifth rank, the first Divine Storage awakened was the spleen and stomach, which not only gave Tang Luo nine hundred and ninety-nine Void Stomachs but also granted him the Yin-Yang Grinding ability.

In comparison to these two Divine Storages, skills like Breath Arrow and Voice of the Thunder Gong seemed less prominent.

But this time, he was remarkably grateful for the Voice of the Thunder Gong ability echoed by the Earthly Divine Storage. In this era, when information transmission is extremely difficult, possessing such an ability is equivalent to having a citywide broadcast system. Compared to the other martial artists who could only amplify their voices to cover a few miles by vibrating their vocal cords with spiritual power, the effects of Voice of the Thunder Gong in terms of volume and coverage area completely surpassed the others.

From the beginning, only he could broadcast this message.

Would he rely on the three thousand members of the Righteous Gang to inform the whole city?

Don’t even dream about it. Were the members of the Righteous Gang to spread the news about the flood, they would only be drowned in the anger of the citizens.

Simply put, if what they say can barely gain the trust of the common people, how could it cover the entire city?

So the only person who could do this job was Tang Luo himself. After all, he was unanimously recognized as the strongest in Xiling after the Battle of Jiang Lin. He was renowned as the number one young master.

The grace of the Five Acres Decree made him highly regarded by the citizens of Xilmg. Only the news he broadcasts would have enough credibility and appeal to the masses.

The job of the Righteous Gang men was merely to stay in the East City and send off the masses of common people. After all, this is the only way to Red Cloud Mountain.

Standing on the cloud, the silver-grey giant took a deep breath. His puffing chest seemed to give birth to a rumbling thunder, with tinges of the roars of tigers and leopards emerging from within.

“I am Tang Luo, the flood will arrive in three days, commoners carry all your food, pack your belongings, and run to Red Cloud Mountain!!”

Like thunder, his booming voice echoed in all directions. The entire sky above East City of Xiling only reverberated with this sentence, the sound waves stirring up the white clouds layer after layer.

People on the ground instinctively looked up, dumbfounded as they stared at the dome, as if they did not believe their own ears.

However, m contrast to the commoners’ sluggishness, some of the aristocratic children who were loitering on the street did not even hesitate after hearing the news. They ran towards their clans like mad.

Why did they only mention commoners and not the aristocracy? That’s because in this situation, even the most foolish second-generation nobleman seems exceptionally agile and quick.

Even the dimmest person knows that the number one son of Xiling would never joke about a natural disaster. Possessing the second most powerful Wind Media Department in Xiling, the Tang Clan will naturally get the news a few days earlier than any ordinary noble family. All they need to do is to trust!

While the reminder was for commoners, the reaction of the clans was faster.

Simply from this action, one could distinguish the difference between commoners and aristocratic children. To the common people, these profligate sons may appear nothing more than inept loafers. Still, when it comes down to the wire, even the bottom-rankers from the noble families are more adept and capable than ordinary people.

The power of a good example is limitless. As these aristocrats run through the streets, the commoners begin to realize the gravity of the situation, abandoning their work and sprinting home. The originally bustling streets empty out in an instant.

The Righteous Gang men, who were initially set to dash into the city center, suddenly find themselves with nothing to do. However, they quickly understand the profound meaning behind Tang Luo’s decision to keep them in East City.

After Tang Luo said something in the air he turned into a white ray of light and moved towards the west. Many people didn’t even catch the full sentence, and they followed, running subconsciously, constantly asking each other as they ran.

“Is that really Young Master Tang?”

“When will the flood come?”

“What do we do if we don’t have any surplus food at home?”

“When will the flood recede?”

Tang Luo lingered in front of the formation for a while before this, and the people in East City saw him clearly. Now, with such shocking news’ spreading, they had to find someone to clarify it. Thanks to Tang Luo, who had thoroughly explained the ins and outs of the flood to Gong Zheng before leaving, the Righteous Gang men were able to answer the constant questions from the crowds of common people.

Although most of the commoners have not left Xiling City in their lifetime, they grew up along the Lingjiang Waterway. They always heard from their elder’s that the favorable climate of Xiling relied on the three mountains at the mouth of the river. Now that the three mountains had fallen and the Longjiang was to change its course, they couldn’t help but feel sorrow.

In an instant, mournful cries spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred. The running people couldn’t hold back their tears, shedding them on the land of Xiling.

All because the homeland, where they have lived for hundreds of years and has been peaceful for hundreds of years, was about to be completely inundated by the flood and buried under the muddy sediment.