The young lady's eyes were filled with disbelief as she shouted, "Behind the mountain, there's nothing but a cliff. How did you get up here?"
Hearing the young lady's voice, Pei Zi Yun's eyes turned cold. She had come with ill intentions. Were they his enemies?
"Kill!"
More than twenty mountain men surrounded him, their bodies filled with killing intent. They drew their swords from their waists. The swords gleamed with killing intent as they shouted, "Kill!"
"Kill!"
Pei Zi Yun unsheathed his long sword and laughed coldly. His sword flashed, and with a 'zeng' sound, sparks flew from his sword. A strand of energy, as thin as a strand of hair, pressed against the blade, causing it to tilt and almost fall out of his hand.
"Pu!" A bloody hole appeared in the man's throat.
Pei Zi Yun's shadow flashed as he slashed at the man's right ribs. This man had no way of dodging. The onlookers could see everything clearly. The rest of the men gasped in shock. They heard a "pu" sound as Pei Zi Yun's sword pierced through the man's body without any resistance. The tip of the sword pierced through the man's internal organs.
"Ugh …." Both men groaned and fell to the ground.
"Kill, follow the Young Chieftain to kill the enemy."
"Kill, kill him!" Someone screamed as several swords slashed at him.
"Blinding Light Technique!"
At this point, an explosion of white light erupted. Everyone's eyes were blinded, and they could no longer see clearly.
"Kill!" Pei Zi Yun dodged to the left, his sword piercing through a man's left hip. He then pulled it out and dodged again, mercilessly piercing through another man's heart.
As he moved forward, his sword flashed. The people who had surrounded him had their throats ripped apart, fresh blood splattering everywhere.
The effect of the blinding light technique faded away. The mountain men who had rushed forward were shocked as they screamed, "Witchcraft, the High Priest's witchcraft!"
"Do not panic." At this point, a middle-aged man rushed forward and shouted, "Die!"
The blade flashed and slashed down.
"Brave warrior, brave warrior!" The mountain men who had been terrified started to shout out loud.
There were originally clouds in the sky, but they dispersed at this moment, revealing the cold moonlight and the twinkling stars. All of a sudden, the sword gleamed, and the middle-aged man's head flew off. At this moment, his mouth was wide open, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.
In less than a tenth of a second, the body rushed forward and fell to the ground. He propped himself up and stood up. A large mass of red and white stuff appeared on the head that had been cut off. Then, without any sound or movement, he fell back down.
It was only at this point that Pei Zi Yun retreated for the first time, avoiding the two blades.
To be able to force Pei Zi Yun to back down, he must be extraordinary. The two people in front of him had bright eyes. One of them was a young man. Although he was tall and well-built, his face was still childish. The other was a middle aged man, with high eyebrows and a face that looked like it had been through many hardships.
"It's a saber technique developed through killing."
"It's somewhat similar to the military's saber techniques, but even more bizarre."
The stalemate was short-lived. In the next moment, the three of them crossed paths. A "pa" sound could be heard as an arm was sliced off at the shoulder. The arm stretched out in mid-air, as if trying to grab onto something. However, there was only air.
"Zhng", Pei Zi Yun blocked the young man's attack. The middle aged man who had lost an arm gripped his blade tightly. The moonlight shone on his face, and he did not seem to be in any pain. Instead, he seemed to be in pain as he continued to rush forward.
"Pu!"
This time, the sword pierced through from the left side. The middle aged man's eyes widened, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Pei Zi Yun retracted his sword and retreated, once again blocking the young man's blade.
"At such a young age, without a master, and with such terrifying saber techniques, you must be born with intelligence."
"It's a pity that you've met me. You'll still die!"
To be able to force Pei Zi Yun to use his full strength, these two men must have gone through a lot of training. Their martial arts techniques were precise and precise. However, in terms of intelligence, this young man was still a notch above them.
Sword techniques were the art of war. Hence, Pei Zi Yun chose to kill the weaker man first. At that moment, the two men did not move, but stood still.
In just a second or two, the young man's eyes revealed a murderous intent. His childishness had been replaced by a sinister and terrifying killing intent. All of a sudden, the young man pounced forward like a leopard. This was a blade that was as fast as lightning.
"Bind!" Perhaps Pei Zi Yun was trying to accumulate his strength and killing intent. However, it was a pity that Pei Zi Yun was not just a martial artist. This short moment gave him the opportunity to unleash his full strength.
The young man's body stiffened. It was a slight movement, but it was enough to determine the victor and the loser. The sword pierced through his skin, slicing through his muscles, severing his nerves and veins, before piercing through his heart.
The young man had a strange look on his face. He paused for a moment before his fingers loosened their grip on the long blade. He fell to the ground and touched his sword. In the next moment, the sword was unsheathed, and the young man fell to the ground.
"Da Jiu and his son are dead. Da Jiu and his son are dead!" All the mountain warriors present were filled with fear and disbelief.
There was a mistake in the information they had received. The stronghold had said that this man was a disciple of the High Priest. Hence, they had used fire to keep the poisonous snakes out of the mountains, and prevented them from being summoned. However, this kind of sword technique was able to kill even a famous swordsman.
"Follow the Young Chieftain. Kill!" He Qing Qing looked at the situation and paused in shock. She then raised her blade and charged forward.
"Go and die. We will not let the High Priest return." The mountain warriors were initially terrified. At this point, they seemed to have gone mad. One of the warriors shouted out and charged forward with a ferocious look on his face.
As the blade neared, He Qing Qing laughed coldly. She then slashed out with her blade as well. After a few rounds, the warrior clutched his throat and fell to the ground.
"How is the Young Chieftain's side?" He Qing Qing thought to herself as she turned around to look. She saw Pei Zi Yun piercing through the crowd of people. Wherever his sword flashed, seven or eight people were killed. Every time his sword flashed, fresh blood would splatter everywhere. Since he was fighting against a group of people alone, he couldn't maintain the elegance of killing a few people. Even with Pei Zi Yun's current sword skills, if he were to do so, he would definitely be hacked to death. Hence, wherever he went, fresh blood and body parts would fly everywhere.
In less than a minute, the entire area was littered with corpses and fresh blood. The remaining people seemed to have been provoked into a frenzy by this situation. Perhaps they didn't even have the time to feel fear, as they continued to attack and kill. They didn't even care about their own people. He Qing Qing could see that one of them had his arm chopped off.
However, the sword flashed and the number of people around her decreased rapidly. The last person had a strange smile on his face as his head split open. Two round eyeballs fell out of his eye sockets!
There were no more enemies. There was only one person who was holding onto a blade, and was trembling in front of Pei Zi Yun.
"Speak, who sent you here?" Pei Zi Yun used his hand to wipe his sword as he laughed coldly. His entire body was covered in blood and sweat. After such a short period of time, he was almost out of energy.
"Kill!" The mountain warrior's body was trembling as he pounced forward. Pei Zi Yun's sword struck him, causing his blade to fly out of his hands. His sword was now at the warrior's neck. Just as he was about to speak, the man pounced on his sword.
"Pu" A large amount of fresh blood spurted out from his mouth as he fell to the ground. Blood flowed all over the ground, but did not touch the ground. His eyes shone with a glimmer of hope.
At this point, the enemies had all been killed. He Qing Qing's face was pale. It was obvious that she was extremely shocked by what she had seen. The two mountain warriors who had followed her all knelt down and shouted, "Young chieftain, the bandits have been executed."
Their bodies were trembling, as though they were completely convinced.
He Qing Qing heard some noises from the side and hurriedly rushed forward, "Young chieftain, I think I hear the sound of drums and shouts."
Pei Zi Yun reacted immediately and said, "Not good, it's the stronghold. We're under attack. Quick, let's go back."
The four of them sprinted towards the stronghold. From afar, they could see a black snake circling around the mountain. It was burning brightly as it advanced. Looking at it, there were at least one or two thousand torches burning on the mountain. The sound of a horn could be heard, and it was extremely loud. Their own stronghold was filled with people, and seemed to be in a state of panic.
"Quick, quick!" The four of them rushed towards the stronghold. When they got closer, they could see torches burning on the mountain. Several people were patrolling the area. As the four of them got closer, the people on the top of the stronghold shouted, "Is it the leader and young chieftain?"
"It's us." He Qing Qing replied. Hearing her words, the people on the top of the wall heaved a sigh of relief and shouted, "Quick, quick, get the leader and young chieftain into the basket!"
Hearing these words, the people on the top of the wall placed the basket down. The four of them then split up into two groups. When they reached the top of the wall, they saw familiar faces coming out to welcome them. He Qing Qing heaved a sigh of relief as she thought to herself, "Luckily we're safe now."
"Leader, young chieftain, we don't know why, but the five strongholds around us have suddenly attacked us. They're trying to take us down."
Before Pei Zi Yun could speak, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard from the houses below the wall.
The hurried footsteps could be heard coming from different directions. At first, there wasn't any rhythm to it. However, as the footsteps got closer, a rhythm started to form.
Very quickly, under the moonlight, people started to appear around them. There were more than a hundred of them. There were men and women, young and old. Their tattered clothes were all gone, and were replaced with a special set of clothes. It looked like some sort of military uniform, and was dark red in color.
The wrinkled old woman from yesterday had changed into a set of luxurious clothes. It looked like a priest's robe. She raised a black flag and blew a whistle. These people, regardless of whether they were old or young, all stopped moving. They stood still and formed three rows.
As the formation was completed, the three rows of people's right arms trembled as a cloth flew out. In that instant, a cold gleam could be seen. It was a type of long blade, similar to a miaodao. It was about three feet long, and had no handle. The edge of the blade gleamed coldly, showing how sharp it was.
"Hundred Refined Long Blade, this killing intent, this formation!"
"They don't even have food to eat, and their clothes are all tattered. However, their flags, uniforms and weapons are still intact."
Pei Zi Yun took one look and felt a chill run down his spine. An indescribable feeling ran through his body and into his brain.
Yesterday, when he ascended the mountain, he saw that all the villagers were poor and couldn't even breathe. Hence, although the young lady had told him that those who stayed behind were the most devout believers, Pei Zi Yun didn't take it to heart. In his heart, they were just people who needed to be taken care of.
Now, he could finally see the true colors of these people.
"Young chieftain, the entire Lumen Army is here." The old woman announced loudly, as the black flag fluttered in the air. Men and women, young and old, were all present. Seeing this, even He Qing Qing's jaw dropped. Pei Zi Yun glanced at them and understood.
"He Qing Qing is just a commoner, and this old woman is the one who holds the flag!"
"Senior Grand Uncle proclaimed himself as King. I thought it was a joke. But now, it seems that those who are successful are all extraordinary."
"It's been twenty years, and yet these people are still alive!"
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