chsdbacks Chapter 197: 55: Annihilation
Chapter 197: 55: Annihilation
Chapter 197: Chapter 55: Annihilation
“Lame Zhang, Scholar Yu, this guy is a cultivator from our Han Yuan City. Is it really proper for you people from the Yusheng Dynasty to interfere?”
The middle-aged Daoist scoffed.
The scholar-looking middle-aged man gently closed his fan and chuckled, “We’re all here for the money, talking about decency. Miao Lian, are you out of your mind?”
“You!” Miao Lian was visibly upset.
“What about me? We wandering cultivators, rootless and carefree, accustomed to no rules; if you feel my words are unpleasant, we can just have a contest afterwards. But for now... if this guy dares to gamble like this and can safely retrieve money from the black market, he must have a notable background. Why not join forces to seize it, and discuss how to split it afterwards? Even if it comes to blows, no one will interfere.”
Scholar Yu waved his hand.
“I agree!”
The burly man and the old man with green whiskers beside Miao Lian nodded simultaneously.
“Good!” Miao Lian also nodded.
“Fatty, you’ve seen it yourself. Will you hand over the money yourself, or shall we do it by killing you and taking it?”
Seeing everyone’s consensus, Scholar Yu wasted no more words and looked towards Sun Qiang with a cold snort.
“So it’s money you want, why didn’t you say so earlier? I almost thought you were after some other... intentions, that scared me!”@@@@
Patting his chest, Sun Qiang stood up, his round face twisted into an awkward smile, “However, this money isn’t mine. I’m afraid our old master won’t agree to giving it to you!”
Scholar Yu shook his head, “Since we dared to come here, we’re prepared to offend anyone. At worst, we’ll just buy a Mask of Painting Skin to change our identity and still live well! It’s you who might lose more by losing your life out of loyalty!”
“That’s a fair point!” Sun Qiang mused, nodding thoughtfully before looking towards the end of the alley, “Old Master, what do you think?”
Scholar Yu and the others turned their heads suddenly, indeed seeing a middle-aged man slowly walking their way—it was none other than Ling Buyang, who they had just seen gambling!
“Weren’t you severely injured?”
Miao Lian’s pupils constricted.
“It’s a trap, everyone join forces to kill him now, or none of us will escape...”
Scholar Yu reacted quickly, realizing what was happening. With a loud shout, he flicked his wrist, and the fan in his hand shot swiftly towards Elder Ling at the end of the alley.
Their strength was not weak, but compared to him, they were still vastly inferior; the best strategy was to strike first.
With the fan thrown, Scholar Yu tapped his foot and dashed swiftly to the side.
Who speaks of camaraderie in the face of death? Wandering cultivators harbor no such sentiment. While they speak of joining forces, when danger strikes, surviving just means running faster than your comrades.
Logically, being the furthest from the opponent and reacting the fastest, he should’ve been the most likely to escape. However, he had barely moved before feeling a fierce wind surge at his back.
His body broke out in cold sweat, and he curled up tightly into a ball, face planting into the dirt as the wind roared past, burrowing into a nearby rock, disappearing deep into it—over two meters deep.
It was the fan he had just thrown, now returned with extraordinary speed. Had he not dodged in time, a single strike would have pierced his heart and killed him on the spot.
“If I had known it was him, I wouldn’t have come to compete...”
His face turned deathly pale, filled with regret.
Thinking the fat man was merely backed by Heaven Mandate Hall, they believed they could rob and escape smoothly; never in their dreams did they expect it would be this man.
Yet, this seemingly not-too-strong sword qi collided with their strength, and in an instant, like a red-hot iron meeting soft snow, it met no resistance at all.
Bang! Bang!
Like a hammer smashing watermelons, the heads of both men burst open simultaneously.
“This...”
Up until their deaths, they couldn’t believe that the seemingly weak sword qi could unleash such formidable power.
The most crucial point was... the consecutive deaths of five people hadn’t slowed Elder Ling’s advance even a bit!
They knew he was powerful, but they could never have dreamed he was THIS powerful!
“Run...”
As Zhang, the lame-legged man accompanying the Scholar, witnessed this scene, his heart turned ice-cold. His right leg, which had been constantly tapping the ground, suddenly was not lame anymore. He took wide strides and sped rapidly towards the distance.
His speed turned out to be even faster than the Scholar’s.
“You...”
The Scholar felt like exploding.
Having known this man for over a decade, he had always believed him to be a cripple—his nickname was even such. It turned out to be an act; this was his trump card!
What a scoundrel!
As he was cursing inwardly, the Scholar suddenly heard the “tap tap tap tap” sound near his ear. Turning his head, he saw a large horse appear beside him, keeping pace, neither fast nor slow. Seeing him look over, the horse grinned.
“???”
The Scholar was stunned.
He was a ninth-dan cultivator from the Ninefold Source Pool and was running with all his might. Although not as fast as lightning, his speed surpassed that of tigers and leopards. A horse... not only keeping up but also having the spare breath to grin at him...
“Origin qi?”
Upon closer inspection, the Scholar was completely dumbfounded.
The horse before him was brimming with Origin qi inside its body, which meant, this creature was a Primordial Beast...
“Die!” Knowing this must have something to do with Ling Buyang, he flipped his palm and lunged at the horse, his attack sharp. Yet before it hit, one of the horse’s front hooves came smashing towards his chest.
The power wasn’t too great, but being blocked, his forward momentum involuntarily stuttered.
Soon, his vision blurred and he was completely engulfed by a glint of the saber.
Before his death, he saw the horse that had just kicked at him already moved behind the lame-legged Zhang, its head vigorously pushing against the man’s buttocks.
Lame-legged Zhang was sent flying. In the next instant, another dazzling saber light flashed by, and the faster-than-him lame man’s breath stopped as well, his head separating from his body.
Shortly after, the Scholar’s consciousness plunged into darkness.
At this moment, he realized why that fat man, carrying three hundred million Origin Notes, dared to strut out of the black market so blatantly—he was clearly baiting them into a trap.
On the shore, Han Qianchou, Han Qianye, and others disembarked from the boat.
“You say... the people chasing that fat man were the Scholar, lame-legged Zhang, Daoist Miaolian, and altogether seven people?”
Hearing his subordinate’s report, Han Qianchou frowned and nodded. “These individuals are notorious scum among wandering cultivators, often raiding other cultivators and inciting many grievances. Yet their strength is considered extremely powerful. Not just that fat man, even I would struggle if I encountered them suddenly, which is why the dynasty’s encirclement attempts have never succeeded. It seems Ling Buyang overplayed his hand; this time, he might be in trouble!”