Although it was a rainy night, the thick smoke could be seen from miles away.
"Kill!"
With a loud roar, the soldiers threw their crossbows and pulled out their swords. Pei Zi Yun's eyes were cold. With a single step, he appeared within the formation. "Pu!" An armored soldier clutched his throat as blood spurted out. With another flash of his sword, another soldier screamed as he fell to the ground.
"Brothers, kill, kill this demonic cultivator!" Seeing his comrade who had risked his life for him being killed, a ten-man man shouted and charged forward.
Pei Zi Yun's expression did not change. With a flash of his sword, the sword clashed. The ten-man squad leader's arm trembled as his sword slid down his throat, causing blood to spurt out.
"Hehehe …." The ten-man squad leader's sword fell to the ground as he clutched at his throat. Blood bubbled out of his mouth as he fell to the ground.
"Pu!" Pei Zi Yun's body moved along with his sword. In a flash, his sword pierced through the armor of two soldiers, killing them instantly.
"Die!" Another squad leader's face was contorted as he slashed down with his sword. Pei Zi Yun merely pointed at him, and a ray of sword Qi shot out. It was just a thread, but it pierced through the soldier's armor.
Within a few breaths, Pei Zi Yun had killed nine people. The rest of the soldiers were filled with fear. The squad leader was shocked as well. Pei Zi Yun's sword techniques had improved once again, but he still felt that something was amiss.
"Ai, something's not right!" The squad leader watched as Pei Zi Yun killed so many soldiers. Instead of being shocked, he was overjoyed. An idea flashed through his mind as he shouted, "This demon has killed so many people, and is very tired. He can't use his demonic arts anymore. Kill!"
As soon as the squad leader shouted, the surrounding soldiers regained their senses. Their fear subsided as they shouted and rushed forward. Pei Zi Yun heard this and his expression darkened, but he did not speak.
"Dang!" Pei Zi Yun turned around and blocked the attack with his sword. As the sword and blade clashed, sparks flew everywhere.
"Why don't you show us your demonic arts?" The squad leader drew his sword and laughed heartily. If Pei Zi Yun had demonic arts, he would not have been able to defend himself. But now …
"Kill!"
"If we kill him, we can all level up by three levels."
When the armored soldiers saw that Pei Zi Yun did not use any demonic techniques, they shouted out in unison. Their morale was boosted as they charged towards Pei Zi Yun. Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with greed and hatred.
In this world, the people who worshipped power and official ranks the most were the soldiers. On the battlefield, even if they were charging at the same time, a slight difference in position could mean the difference between life and death. And this difference was in the hands of the superiors. A higher ranking official could order others to die.
Which soldier on the frontlines didn't know how terrifying it was inside and didn't desperately want to climb up?
He could risk his life to advance three levels in a row — if he had always been a small soldier, he would definitely die after a few battles. Since he was going to die anyway, why not fight?
It was just that the promise of advancing three levels in a row was common in dramas, but in reality, it was very rare!
But now, it was finally here. This was an opportunity that was hard to come by in a lifetime. Pei Zi Yun had to kill him, he had to kill him.
"Kill!" The armored soldiers roared as they charged forward. Their bodies crisscrossed as they slashed down with their blades.
"Kill! Without demonic techniques, he's just one person. Prepare your bows." As the soldiers roared, several of them readied their bows, ready to shoot at any moment. Even if they didn't shoot, just this stalemate alone was enough to put Pei Zi Yun in a difficult position.
"Your excellency, should we attack?" Zhang Ling and a Dao official pressed their bodies against the crack of the temple's door as they looked outside. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.
"No, the True Sovereign hasn't given us any orders. We shouldn't act rashly." Zhang Ling stared intently as cold sweat dripped down her forehead.
"Zhng zhng zhng!" Pei Zi Yun darted through the crack. On his left and right, several more people were sliced in half as blood splattered everywhere.
"Fire!" At this point, a hoarse voice could be heard. Several arrows pierced through the air, emitting a cold light as they pierced into Pei Zi Yun's body.
"Damn it!"
The reason why they didn't use bows at close range was because it was very easy for the arrows to accidentally kill their own people. If an arrow hit an enemy, it could even pierce through and kill their own people.
However, it was clear that the Captain had to take the risk of accidentally killing one of his own men. Even if he had to face the risk of being stabbed by his subordinates in the future, he had to kill Pei Zi Yun.
"Wind Form Cloud Body!" Pei Zi Yun's eyes turned cold as he twisted his body, forming a posture that normal people would find difficult to do. All the arrows missed. A few screams could be heard as the three armored soldiers around him fell to the ground. Their faces were filled with disbelief as their tails swayed from side to side.
The Vice Leader also stopped moving. No one wanted to be killed by their own people.
"Hoo, hoo!" Pei Zi Yun's face turned pale as his forehead felt cold. His hands and feet were burning hot. He didn't panic as he stretched out his hand. A light shot out from his fingertip. It was the size of a sesame seed and turned into a light bulb. With a loud "Peng", a bright light exploded.
The Vice Leader paused for a moment and then slashed down with his blade. He didn't expect the bright light to explode. The bright light pierced his eyes and caused tears to flow down his face.
The blade that he had been slashing down had deviated from its original trajectory.
Pei Zi Yun swung his sword, and with a 'pu' sound, the sword pierced through the Vice Captain's body. The Vice Captain screamed out in pain, as blood splattered everywhere. His mouth, nose, and face were in so much pain that they were almost squeezed together. He could no longer hold onto his sword, and fell to the ground, rolling a few times on the ground, covered in mud and blood.
There were several armored soldiers around who were blinded by the light. When they heard the screams of the Vice Leader, they were terrified. Tears streamed down their faces as they gripped their blades tightly and started killing. Some even started killing each other.
Pei Zi Yun lightly tapped on the ground and flipped himself out of the encirclement. With a flash of his sword, he killed another soldier.
At this point, the ground started to tremble. A blade of grass started to move. The sound of horses galloping could be heard from afar.
"Reinforcements?" Pei Zi Yun frowned as he turned around to leave. He had been fighting many battles over the past few days and was exhausted. Even if reinforcements came, he wouldn't be able to hold them off.
He sighed in his heart, 'Looks like this Earth Immortal is still made of flesh and blood. When he restores his strength, he can kill a hundred men. But after fighting many battles, he will be like an arrow at the end of its flight.'
'At this level, he's still not strong enough to challenge an entire country.'
At this point, someone shouted, "Benefactor, do not panic. We're here!"
Hearing this voice, Pei Zi Yun was shocked and suspicious. This voice sounded familiar. Who could it be?
He frowned and turned around. It was a familiar person, Shen Zhen!
Behind Shen Zhen were about ten men. They were dressed like warriors of the pugilistic world. All of them were armed with blades. At this point, Shen Zhen pulled on the reins of his horse and shouted, "Benefactor, let me help you."
As he said this, he whipped the horse viciously. The pain caused the horse to charge towards the cavalry. The ten men of the pugilistic world followed behind, unsheathing their blades.
The cavalry was just about to chase after Pei Zi Yun when they hurriedly tried to defend themselves.
Shen Zhen sat on his horse and swung his blade. The cavalry tried to block it but was unable to do so. With a single slash, his body was almost sliced into two.
"Hua!" His internal organs flowed out along with his blood. The corpse fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.
"Big brother, good blade techniques." The men of the pugilistic world looked at Shen Zhen's martial arts and cheered.
"Don't let the soldiers get into formation. Kill kill kill." Shen Zhen was a veteran of the underworld, and had fought many soldiers before.
In fact, there were many half-baked people who would always call for a battle formation. However, on the battlefield, those who could form a battle formation were considered elite soldiers.
Several swordsmen dashed past, and screams could be heard. Several soldiers who were trying to form a battle formation were killed on the spot.
Both sides clashed against each other and started fighting for their lives.
Screams could be heard everywhere. Once the pugilistic world made a move on the soldiers, it would become a habit for them to be afraid that they would pursue the matter in the future. Hence, they tried to kill every single one of them. Blades flashed, and from time to time, the cries of the soldiers could be heard as they fell off their horses. Their heads flew into the air, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.
The two men inside looked at each other in dismay. A Dao official then said, "I didn't expect the True Sovereign to have reinforcements. Your excellency, what do we do now?"
"What else can we do? Use Dao Arts!" Zhang Ling replied solemnly, not knowing if she was happy or shocked.
"Entanglement technique!" The two Daoists didn't use their Flash Technique, but instead used it on King Lu's soldiers. Withered grass entangled the soldiers, causing them to fall off their horses. The pugilistic world cultivators were overjoyed. Their blades flashed, and heads fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, more than ten people had been killed.
"Run!" The leader's face fell as he shouted out. He then whipped his horse and whipped it on the horse's butt. He was about to escape when Pei Zi Yun appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
"You want to leave?" Pei Zi Yun laughed coldly. The leader looked at Pei Zi Yun and shuddered. He then spoke in a hoarse voice, "Pei Zi Yun, King Lu is the true Son of Heaven. If you go against King Lu, your entire clan will not be able to escape."
"Even if we can't escape, what does that have to do with you?"
Pei Zi Yun laughed out. The leader's veins were popping out on his neck as he roared out in anger. He then charged forward on his horse, not caring about his defenses at all. He then slashed down with his blade, causing a thunderstorm to erupt.
"Zheng!" A loud sound rang out as the leader charged forward for several feet. Blood gushed out from his wound, staining the ground and his horse. His body then fell to the ground and spun in a circle. He was no longer breathing.
"Kill all the soldiers, don't leave a single one alive!" Shen Zhen stretched out his hands, as a cold light pierced through the air. Two of the soldiers who were trying to escape trembled as they fell to the ground, twitching and struggling.
This was a hidden weapon of the martial world. Being inspired by this, the soldiers started to attack.
In a world where martial arts existed, there were many highly skilled soldiers in the army. However, most of them were ordinary soldiers who relied on their organization and battle formations.
Once the number of soldiers dropped to a certain point, they wouldn't be able to use their formations to their fullest potential. They wouldn't be a match for the martial artists at all. The remaining soldiers were all killed, while only a few of the martial artists were injured.
"Benefactor, I trust you've been well since we last met." Shen Zhen had just finished his battle, and his body was covered in blood. However, he didn't seem to care. His face was filled with joy as he walked towards Pei Zi Yun.
At this point, the martial artists had finished stabbing the corpses on the ground. There were still some who weren't dead yet. With a single slash, they screamed out in pain as blood spurted out from their wounds.
"Brother Shen, why have you come?" Pei Zi Yun felt a warmth in his heart as he smiled and asked.
"Haha!" Shen Zhen stretched out his hand and stroked his beard as he looked at Pei Zi Yun. These few years, Pei Zi Yun hadn't changed much. He looked like a seventeen or eighteen year old youth. However, there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
"Benefactor, you've done a great deed. In the past, the world was in chaos, and the commoners had no way of making a living. Now that peace has been restored, the commoners have had a few good years. Who would've thought that Ji Bei Hou would rebel, and then King Lu would rebel. Along the way, I've seen so many commoners die. Although I'm a martial artist, I'm also hot-blooded. I want to do something for the commoners, even if it's just a little bit." Shen Zhen spoke up to this point before his expression turned gloomy. He then sighed, "I heard that benefactor had assassinated the rebel general, and so I've brought my brothers here to serve you."
"Good, good brother. Record down the names of the ten brothers who came here. When we get out of here, I'll report to you." As Pei Zi Yun said this, he turned to Zhang Ling who had just come out of the temple, "I shall leave this part to you."
"Yes!" Zhang Ling replied as she looked around before lowering her head.
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