Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

With its head held high, the horse did not slow down at all when it saw the sudden obstacle. Carrying the wind, it charged forward like a giant dragon descending from the sky!

The horse's powerful legs stomped down with all its might!

Several ugly, tall Huns on horseback wore ferocious, triumphant smiles! Tyrannical and bloodthirsty!

The boy who suddenly rushed out was shrouded in the huge shadow cast by the man and the horse. He looked extremely small and helpless, as if he would be trampled by the horse's hooves at any moment, and blood would splatter everywhere!

As the young man and horse charged forward, determined to crush him, a flicker of anger flashed in his usually clear and bright eyes! His eyes were now bloodshot!

He remained expressionless, his body slightly turned to the right, and in a flash, he lunged forward, lightly striking the horse's head with a single palm!

"Oh!"

A muffled sound!

The leader, horse and all, was sent flying diagonally! Just as they reached mid-air, the horse, whose eyes had bulged, suddenly exploded in headshot! Blood mist billowed, staining the falling snowflakes crimson, while the headless horse, carrying the man, continued to crash forward—

"boom--!"

The horse carcass fell to the ground and slid several feet away!

The arrogant and unruly Turkic leader had already been thrown off the horse carcass, landing in a daze, his scalp stained with blood, and he could no longer stand up!

The young boy standing in the center of the arena didn't even glance at the horse's carcass that had been sent flying, as if he had expected it. However, his whole body was stiff, his right hand trembled slightly, and he didn't relax at all!

Behind the Turkic leader, seven other Turks followed closely, shouting "Woo-woo—!" with bulging eyes, seemingly in horror! The flesh on their faces had been grotesquely distorted by the oncoming wind!

Several Turks looked at the boy blocking their way, a look of fear and horror flashing across their faces. They gritted their teeth and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling liquid. They looked like ferocious beasts preparing to fight to the death, exuding a fierce aura!

Without prior arrangement, several Turks lashed their horses' rumps with heavy whips, leaving a trail of blood. The horses, as if encountering mortal enemies, kicked out with their powerful hind legs, suddenly increasing their speed. Their eyes were fierce as they charged straight at the boy in the center of the field!

The boy gritted his teeth, remaining silent. He occasionally glanced at the mother and child beside him, still embracing and awaiting their deaths. His eyes were resolute as he watched the ferocious horses charging towards him with a fierce wind. He didn't flinch, but instead pressed forward—

"boom--"

Another horse narrowly missed the two people still standing in the road, and this time, the boy's body was covered in blood mist.

The boy stretched out his numb hand and slapped it again at the tall horse charging towards him from the front.

Suddenly! A curved blade, with a chilling gleam that could freeze even the coldest winter, slashed towards the boy who had already leaped into the air!

The boy was in mid-air with nowhere to grab his weight, but an unprecedented determination flashed in his eyes. Ignoring the oncoming broadsword, he slammed his palm down!

Unfortunately! The boy completely forgot that the person in front of him was on horseback, and before his hand could fall, the cold glint of the scimitar was already about to pierce his unsuspecting neck!

"Hahahaha—Die!!"

The boy could already see a hideous, bizarre, and terrifying head approaching him, covered with madness, bloodlust, and triumph!

The boy felt an icy chill run through his entire body! A single point of cold light seemed to pierce his very soul!

His pupils were wide open!

The hand is still pressing down with all its might!

"Giggle—Giggle—"

The maniacal laughter abruptly ceased! Only the howling wind chilled everyone to the bone!

The Turk leaped from his horse, his deep-set eyes bulging from their sockets, filled with horror and disbelief! Drops of blood were carried by the wind from his outstretched throat, splattering onto the boy's face!

At the same time, no one knew that, from some unknown time, a gleaming dagger had been inserted into the neck of each of the galloping giants and horses!

Whether human or horse, disbelief was evident in their eyes! How could they die in peace?!

The Turks, each with a knife in their throat, were still slowly turning their heads, trying to see where the knife had come from! Alas, they had no chance!

The lead horse, with unparalleled momentum, charged toward the mother and child who were still standing in the middle!

"boom!"

A foot suddenly appeared from nowhere and kicked the burly horse away!

The mother and child were pale with terror, still reeling from the fear of the charging horse. The few Li family servants standing behind them, witnessing this scene, were utterly shocked!

They couldn't even believe their eyes!

A child who looked about twelve or thirteen years old actually swatted away two galloping horses in succession! And this young master who looked like he couldn't even kill a chicken suddenly shot out several throwing knives from his hand, killing all the galloping men and horses in an instant!

As they looked at the cold glint of the knife, they unconsciously touched their necks, feeling a chill run from their tailbone straight up to their foreheads!

At this moment, the boy, who had fallen heavily to the ground, staggered to his feet, his outstretched right arm hanging limply at his sides. He was pale, covered in blood, and looked utterly wretched!

Li Xingzhi glanced at the boy in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, his expression blank, and said calmly, "I teach you martial arts to strengthen your body, not to show off your strength!"

If Erlang were to lose his life because he possessed martial arts skills, wouldn't that be contrary to his original intention of learning martial arts?

In the main hall of the Li family residence, a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old lay limply on a large leather blanket. Covered in blood, his pale, childlike face was pitifully white. If a woman saw him, she might be overcome with maternal instincts.

Seeing the boy's appearance, no one could imagine that just a few hours ago, he had sent two galloping horses flying!

Li Xingzhi sat beside him, looking at the boy's twisted and deformed right arm. He gently touched it and found that the bones inside were completely shattered!

"If I hadn't been here, your arm would be useless! I don't think I ever owed you anything in my past life!" Li Xingzhi said angrily. Restoring this arm would not be an easy task, especially since he was only a mediocre doctor. Without the help of many rare medicines, there would have been absolutely no chance.

At this time, Chang'an City was in an uproar!

Those Turks were sent by the King of Yanqi, a branch of the Turkic Khaganate, for tribute purposes. Although these Turks were exceptionally arrogant, even daring to trample Chang'an on horseback, their tribute mission was extremely important to the Tang Dynasty at a time when the world was still in turmoil! Perhaps these Turks saw this as their advantage, which is why they acted so arrogantly!

At this time, several Turkic envoys died mysteriously in the city. If the Tang Dynasty did not give an explanation, wouldn't it make the countries that intended to submit to the Tang Dynasty feel disheartened?