Loud bangs could be heard coming from the outside. Guo Nuanyang had killed many of the enemy experts in the room. Although it had only taken him a short while, it had taken him some effort after all. However, the area that had been safe earlier was no longer safe.
The battle between the enemy and himself had begun.
Someone was yelling in a frenzy, "Who are you? Who are you? This is Hundred Flower Court! Who are you? "
There were grunts and cries as well.
Guo Nuanyang strolled out like he was taking a stroll, his hawk-like eyes scanning the battle around him. The little fellows were still alive and holding on, but all of them were at a disadvantage without exception.
A few of them were already bathed in blood, in a precarious situation.
Suddenly, a young cry rang out. It was Hu Xiaofan, who could not evade in time and was struck on his right shoulder. He staggered backward and spat a mouthful of blood. There was a savage laugh in front of him as a few sabers came slashing down almost at the same time, filled with murderous intent.
"Xiaofan!"
Yun Xiuxin was enraged when she saw that her fellow disciple was in danger. She wanted to rush over to help, but her panic had caused her to lose her footing. Before she could rush over to help, she was the one who had been slashed. The situation that had been slightly stable took a turn for the worse.
Everything happened in a split second. With a long howl, a divine blade that resembled a divine dragon came to their aid. The three men's grins were still on their faces, but their heads had already been lopped off.
Seeing that his disciples were in danger, Guo Nuanyang did not hold back anymore. As he attacked with all his might, the sword in his hand was like a dragon soaring in the sky.
From east to west, from southeast to north, he charged back and forth, killing those who stood in his way. The three enemies who had intended to slash Hu Xiaofan were the first to be decapitated.
Guo Nuanyang was well aware of the current situation. He was peerless in this battlefield; it was only a matter of time before he was able to annihilate his enemies completely. Even if he attacked with all his might, the speed of killing his enemies would only be slightly faster at most. It did not mean that the little fellows' safety could be guaranteed. However, as long as he continued to charge forward, he would be able to create psychological pressure on his enemies that was far beyond what they could bear.
Perhaps such pressure could help the little fellows keep their lives?
This was the best Guo Nuanyang could do right now.
Cries rang incessantly from the side. Some belonged to the enemy, some belonged to the ten disciples. Guo Nuanyang would rush over as soon as he heard the disciples' cries. His unparalleled murderous intent terrified everyone from the Flora Garden, their will to fight waning.
Seeing that Guo Nuanyang was too strong for them to handle, someone cried out and leaped over the wall to escape.
There were also some who revealed expressions of despair. They no longer held back and attacked with all their might towards the small opponents in front of them. It was obvious that they were prepared to risk their lives. One was enough, and two was enough.
As the situation unfolded, Guo Nuanyang rushed to help everywhere. Although he was still overwhelmed by the number of disciples, he gradually felt like he was struggling to cope. It was not that he was lacking in energy, nor was it due to the excessive consumption of mystical Qi, but there was a limit to a person's strength. How could one man help everywhere, especially when the ten disciples were spread out?
At the same time, the rumbling sound of an explosion suddenly came from inside the mansion, and flames rose to the sky. This was the fire that had been set earlier, gradually spreading to the mansion's oil storage. Much of the kerosene stored in the mansion was ignited, and a huge explosion ensued.
Coincidentally, Guo Nuanyang was right in front of the unexpected explosion. He could only feel a strong force that exceeded his resistance coming at him. With a cry, he somersaulted away.
Guo Nuanyang had no time to care about anything else. If he had held on with all his might, he might have been the first to fall under this unexpected change.
Fortunately, the sudden violence was short-lived and did not actually hurt Guo Nuanyang. At most, it would only slightly exhaust a portion of his protective mystical Qi; it was inconsequential.
However, in this short period of time, the two disciples screamed and fell to the ground.
Cheng Jiajia cried out in pain as well. Her thigh was pierced by the opponent's sword. Cheng Jiajia's opponent's cultivation base was more than a level higher than hers. It was just that his consciousness had been taken away and he was distracted. Now that his attack was successful, he was merciless. The blood-stained sword went for Cheng Jiajia's chest once more.
Cheng Jiajia tried her best to evade, but she could only avoid the vital point on the left side of her chest. Her opponent's sword still pierced through her right chest. Just as her chest was pierced through, Cheng Jiajia felt a sudden surge of warmth within her …
"Could it be that the feeling of death is always this comfortable?" The little girl was stunned for a moment before she fainted.
It was then that the person's mystical Qi erupted in her chest, obviously intending to end her life. However, it was nullified by a strange energy.
As the sword light flashed, Guo Nuanyang had already chopped off the man's head in a fit of rage and kicked the corpse away.
It was only a momentary gap, but it caused the battle to completely go out of control. Disciples were injured everywhere, and almost all the disciples fell into a terrible situation where they were in a panic.
A young disciple of the Residence of Nine Supremes was suddenly struck on the head by a hammer, his brain splattered and he died instantly.
He was not at a complete disadvantage at first. At least, there was still room to maneuver. According to Guo Nuanyang's prediction, he could at least exchange two more blows with his opponent, enough to buy himself enough time to come back. However, he was panicking now, his eyes darting around him, tears welling up in his eyes …
Under such circumstances, his opponent's combat strength was reduced and his fighting spirit was shaky, but he had still seized the opportunity to kill with a single strike.
The fire blazed as the people of Blossom Court were either dead or running away.
Guo Nuanyang looked at his disciples who had gathered. Not only were all of them injured, what was worse was that three of them had died, including Yun Yang's second disciple, Cheng Jiajia, whom he valued a lot!
Guo Nuanyang was infuriated as he hollered, "Where do you think you're going?"
He sprung up and gave chase.
With his cultivation base, it was a piece of cake for him to hunt down these small fries, no matter how scattered they were. It did not take long for Guo Nuanyang to return, bathed in blood.
"Count!"
"Senior uncle, there were forty-five people in Blossom Court. There are thirty-seven bodies here now."
"I've killed seven of them who escaped. There's still one more left! Search the ground! "
Guo Nuanyang's murderous aura was overflowing, like a demon.
The seven who had escaped had all been killed by him. There was still one that did not add up in terms of headcount alone.
With a loud boom, the cellar was blown open and a silhouette could be seen fleeing frantically from the other side.
Guo Nuanyang's sword light flew out like a meteor, imbued with mystical Qi from hundreds of feet away, blasting the person into pieces.
He snorted coldly and said, "Count the loot."
The seven disciples who could still move left with the order.
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