"The 'thief': ..."
The man with the Yanling Blade: ...
As they looked at the unfamiliar sword-wielding youth, their expressions varied.
The former was puzzled. He had already lost all hope and was preparing to force out all the potential of his Dantian Martial Courage to forcibly elevate his realm and fight to the death. Even if he died, he wanted to take a few more with him! Never did he expect that at this critical moment, a strange young man would appear out of nowhere.
The latter was solemn. Just by seeing the power of that sword mark, he knew that the newcomer's strength was not to be underestimated. One wrong move could lead to disaster.
"Pfft—"
The "thief" was about to speak but was choked by the movement of his wound. His throat spasmed uncontrollably, and he vomited a large mouthful of dirty blood, making his already filthy face even more miserable. He coughed a few times, barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood, and gasped, "Young friend, this is our private matter. You shouldn't meddle in it..."
The man with the Yanling Blade coldly snorted with a sneer.
"Do you intervene when you see injustice? If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
Shen Tang still had the same wooden expression on her face. Initially, her attention was drawn to the "thief" behind her, but upon hearing the words of the man with the Yanling Blade, her recently calmed anger surged again. With wide eyes filled with anger, she exclaimed, "I knew you petty thieves harbored ulterior motives."
The man with the Yanling Blade was disdainful of Shen Tang's irrelevant remarks.
"Mind your own business. Since you are seeking death, then leave your life behind." With a wave of his blade, he ordered, "Kill them both!"
As his words fell, the blade was already at their doorstep.
The man with the Yanling Blade was greatly alarmed, unable to see clearly how the youth had approached. With a loud shout, he activated his Martial Courage, and waves of energy surged outwards, while at the same time, his long blade intercepted the sword that was coming straight at him.
Clang!
The blade and sword clashed.
The crimson blade shadow exploded, and the energy surged.
The man with the Yanling Blade was sent flying backward seven or eight steps before barely stabilizing himself. The blade in his hand couldn't bear the weight and made a slight "crack" sound, showing three or four fine cracks. He looked shocked, while the sword-wielding youth remained expressionless, calmly facing several attackers.
"Ten steps, one kill." With a slight shift of his feet, the youth seemed to be walking on clouds and riding the wind. Amidst the blade and sword shadows, he moved freely, effortlessly cutting the throats of those who tried to block him, killing them with a single sword strike!
The tongues of fire licked, and the gushing blood was more intense than the flames!
In just a few moments, three more souls were claimed by the sword!
The youth's eyes were as cold as paint, his lips slightly pursed. Even though the warmth of the fire colored his icy face with a hint of warmth, it still sent chills down one's spine.
Tick, tock, tick, tock—
The hot blood on the blade dripped down the sword, falling onto the ground and leaving behind tiny red marks.
In no time, the mud was soaked, leaving behind faint red imprints.
The youth looked coldly at the man with the Yanling Blade.
"If you don't want to die, get lost!"
Facing this provocation, the man with the Yanling Blade became furious and laughed in return. The light halo of his Martial Courage badge around his waist flowed, and the crimson energy swirled around his body, transforming into a ferocious beast-headed armor. The Yanling Blade in his hand also turned into a red-tasseled sickle spear, his momentum suddenly rising, and he seemed like a flaming fireball. He dashed forward two steps, and a black horse, stepping on flames, appeared beneath him like an arrow shot towards Shen Tang.
Clang!
Although the spear blade missed, it almost grazed Shen Tang's brow, leaving a thin, long red mark, accentuating her fair skin.
As one attack missed, another followed immediately.
The sickle spear's blade turned, and the hook on one side aimed straight for Shen Tang's face. If it hit, the lightest consequence would be a cracked skull.
"White Arrow!"
The bowstring hummed, and a black-feathered arrow shot through the air.
The arrowhead accurately hit the hook of the sickle spear, and the collision between the two produced an ear-splitting noise, causing a constant ringing in the ears.
"Chain Connection!"
Another black-feathered arrow arrived, but this time it was three arrows in one.
Seemingly light and soft, but upon actual contact, it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, forcefully deflecting the direction of the sickle spear, causing numbness in the wielder's hand. The target of the arrows was not only the man with the Yanling Blade; almost every arrow hit a vital spot such as the forehead, throat, or heart. The dead didn't even have time to react and felt their bodies turn cold, some even pinned to the wall by the force.
The man with the Yanling Blade took a closer look and saw another tall youth with black clothes and red hair jumping out. He held a pitch-black longbow in his left hand, with no quiver on his body. The youth leaped from mid-air to the ground, his right hand pulling the bowstring to full moon.
"Inyi!"
Black energy gathered at his fingertips, forming four feathered arrows. One arrow blocked the man with the Yanling Blade, deflecting his sickle spear again, while the other three arrows killed those surrounding Shen Tang. Swish swish swish, three more fell, and the man with the Yanling Blade just wanted to curse!
Where did these two brats come from?
Shen Tang's sword was about to sever the enemy's throat, but it was preempted by a black feathered arrow piercing through the enemy's forehead, decapitating him! She turned her head abruptly to look at Zhai Le.
This was the head thief who stole her kill!
However, Zhai Le was not self-aware of this. He deftly avoided the pursuit, leaping onto a roof, maneuvering around the terrain while shooting arrows from time to time, each arrow claiming a life. His archery skills were excellent, and his agility was astonishing, all while shouting:
"Brother Shen, have I killed them all?"
"Why are they all chasing me..."
"My feet are burning..."
His mouth never stopped.
"I miss Brother Shen. I'm not used to not having Wenxin's assistance."
"Brother Shen, help me, Wenxin Wenxin Wenxin!"
Zhai Le's mouth kept going.
Shen Tang was annoyed and said, "Can you shut up?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhai Le flicked his wrist, and the long sword flew out of his hand, piercing through the enemy who was trying to ambush him from behind.
"I never play support!" With a flick of his fingers, the long sword, as if responding to some kind of call, obediently flew back into her hand.
Zhai Le, who had blood splattered on his face, felt aggrieved: "…"
Although he didn't understand what "playing support" meant, it didn't prevent him from understanding what "support" meant.
Brother Shen was clearly rejecting him.
Sigh.
Guess he'll have to rely on himself.
Zhai Le's relaxed expression gradually faded, replaced by a hint of seriousness. Despite their high spirits, the number of enemies only increased, and they seemed to appear out of nowhere, giving him a feeling of poking a hornet's nest.
Moreover, the man with the Yanling Blade was at least a Grade Eight Martial Master, able to command four hundred soldiers with his Martial Courage badge. These four hundred soldiers hadn't even been mobilized yet, indicating that he was very confident. Using these low-level grunts to exhaust their strength was not good.