At the same time, more than forty steeds charged out of the forest, their footsteps causing the cobblestones on the riverbank to explode. Under the night sky, the tranquility of the valley between the mountains was completely destroyed.
The forty steeds slowed down and approached slowly. The men and women on their dragon steeds smiled as they saw the scene on the riverbank.
The firewood in the raging bonfire crackled, creating a cloud of sparks.
Luo Shuangfei ignored the forty steeds behind him and pulled on the two hairs on his mole. He placed his hands on his waist and said, "Wahaha! You want to guard against me? Can you? No matter how cautious you are, you will still have to drink the water I wash my feet with! "
He turned around and asked the crowd, "Following me won't hurt, right? We've succeeded again. I'll say it again. There's no future for cowards and Loose Cultivators. We'll have a bright future if we rely on ourselves! "
"Master is wise!"
"Master is wise and mighty!"
"When Master makes a move, he never fails!"
The group of men and women cheered loudly, each and every one of them fawning over Luo Shuangfei. Despite such mushy flattery, Luo Shuangfei was enjoying it as if he was intoxicated by it. He tugged at the two hairs on his black mole, chuckling as he shook his shoulders. His two thick, slanted eyebrows quivered as he laughed, and his pair of large, bright eyes curved into crescents as he laughed.
He walked up to Miao Yi and kicked him twice, "You've been pretending all along the way and ignoring me. I'll let you pretend to your heart's content later, you bastard!"
Miao Yi remained unmoved after being kicked twice, as if he was a dead man.
Tian Qingfeng's eyelids were heavy, and he tried his best not to faint. As expected of the one with the highest cultivation, but he could no longer move. He could only watch helplessly as the scene unfolded before him, thinking to himself, 'It's over.'
Before he came here, he knew that the long journey would be dangerous, but he didn't expect to run into these people. If he wasn't wrong, he was really unlucky. These people were probably the bandit cultivators who had been committing crimes recently.
They hadn't even exchanged blows, and everyone was already dead. These people were really despicable.
On the other hand, Charcoal sneezed at Luo Shuangfei. He looked at him cautiously.
Charcoal was the only one who didn't fall for it, because it had run far away to catch fish and prawns.
Luo Shuangfei turned to look at his own steed, then at Charcoal. He clicked his tongue and said, "What a handsome steed. It belongs to me now. "
He turned around and beckoned to the crowd, "Dismount and attack! Same old rules, search thoroughly, don't leave anyone alive, and leave after the robbery! "
"Alright!" The group laughed as they jumped off their dragon steeds. However, someone with sharp eyes suddenly cried out in surprise when he saw Luo Shuangfei. "Be careful, Mistress …"
Before anyone could react, a silver light flashed in Miao Yi's hand as he lay on the ground. The Inversed-Scales Spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and a cold glint accompanied by a dragon's roar instantly launched a sneak attack.
Luo Shuangfei didn't even have the time to turn around before the sharp triangular spearhead had already pierced his back with a 'bang'.
However, a dark red light flashed at the spot where the sharp spearhead struck. The powerful impact sent the defenseless Luo Shuangfei flying more than ten meters away.
Miao Yi was a little surprised to see that his opponent seemed to have something protecting his body. His sneak attack was actually unable to kill him. It was as though his opponent had some sort of protective barrier. He didn't even manage to pierce through the other party's body.
Along the way, he already knew that Luo Shuangfei had a White Lotus Ninth Grade cultivation, which was higher than his own. That was why he launched a sneak attack, hoping to kill him in one strike. Who would have thought that his sneak attack with all his might would succeed, but he still couldn't kill his opponent.
Luo Shuangfei rubbed his back as he fell to the ground. He grimaced in pain and said, "Brat, you actually dared to ambush me. Go! Kill him!"
He quickly leapt onto his mount as well. With a flick of his hand, a long, serrated spear appeared in his hand, its teeth like barbs.
The crowd that had just leapt off their mounts quickly leapt back up again, brandishing their weapons as they rushed forward.
Miao Yi leapt up and landed on Charcoal's back. Wisps of silver mist burst out from the storage ring, enveloping Charcoal and himself.
As soon as he landed on his mount, he was already clad in heavy armor along with his horse, looking mighty and domineering.
The crowd that was charging over quickly stopped, their eyes wide. They were a little stunned by the scene Miao Yi had put on. This was the first time they had seen a dragon steed wearing armor. For a moment, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to move forward. It was obvious that they were just a motley crew.
In the valley by the stream, the bonfire flickered, and the bright moon shone down on the mountain.
Clad in armor, Charcoal was clearly a little excited. His hooves stomped on the cobblestones on the riverbank, creating a clattering sound. His newly refined armor with spikes complemented his current robust physique, making him look even more powerful and domineering!
Even though Miao Yi didn't have a helmet on, it didn't affect the imposing aura of his men and steed.
Ever since Zhang Decheng had destroyed that helmet, he had never replaced it.
Under the cold moon, Miao Yi sat upright with his spear in hand, as steady as a boulder. Man, steed, and armor were one, glistening under the moonlight. His body glowed like mercury, and behind him was the shadow of the raging bonfire. In this dark valley, his aura was extraordinary.
With his spear in hand, Miao Yi suddenly pointed it forward. With a dragon roar, he pointed it at Luo Shuangfei, who was just as shocked as he was, and coldly said, "Do you dare to fight me to the death?!"
"My goodness, we've met a rich man today. Even his dragon steed is equipped with an armor artifact. We're going to be rich today!" Luo Shuangfei clicked his tongue, then waved his spear and shouted, "Attack together! Kill him! I only want his mount and armor. The rest belongs to everyone. Attack!"
Sure enough, there would always be brave men when there was a great reward. The group immediately roared as they charged forward on their dragon steeds.
Miao Yi swept a cold gaze across them, and realized that none of the glowing lotus flowers on their foreheads were above White Lotus Fifth Grade. They were truly a motley crew. No wonder they could only resort to such despicable tricks like poisoning.
He didn't know where they'd gathered them from, but they still dared to rob people within the Celestial Nation with such meager strength. They were truly audacious.
Pointing the Inversed-Scales Spear in his hand, Charcoal immediately charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, meeting the dozens of people charging at him head-on.
A saber came slashing towards him. Miao Yi casually flicked his hand, sending the long saber flying with his spear. He took the opportunity to stab the opponent's head, causing it to explode like a watermelon.
The headless corpse brushed past him, and the spear in Miao Yi's hand shot out like a dragon, bursting forth with rays of cold light.
"Ah … Ah …"
In an instant, screams of agony filled the air. No one could withstand a single thrust of his spear. Man and steed as one, the long spear pierced through the crowd. It was as though he was cleaving through the waves, killing the men and steeds, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.
In just a single clash, more than a dozen people had already fallen.
Tian Qingfeng, who was lying by the stream with heavy eyelids, seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
He then saw Charcoal quickly turn around and chase after him. The remaining twenty to thirty people were scared out of their wits the moment they saw him. They simply didn't have the strength to retaliate against the other party, and immediately abandoned their leader and fled.
Relying on the strength of Charcoal's legs, Miao Yi quickly followed up with a series of rapid thrusts of his spear. Waves of formless sharp edges shot out, and with a few bangs, another five to six people spat out blood and fell off their steeds.
The group of fleeing bandits immediately scattered in all directions, fleeing into the surrounding mountain forests. Compared to the troops of the various Immortals who were strictly disciplined, they couldn't even withstand a single blow. When they had the upper hand, they would charge forward in a frenzy, but when they saw that the situation wasn't right, they would immediately flee. They had no intention to fight at all. They were truly a motley crew.
Miao Yi felt wronged that he had almost fallen into the hands of these people.
It would have been better if they had gathered together and fled, but Miao Yi didn't know which direction to chase after when they were scattered in all directions. He decided to give up on chasing them, and turned around to stab the struggling bandit cultivators to death. As he killed them, he glanced at Luo Shuangfei, who was on the other side.
Luo Shuangfei was dumbfounded as he was abandoned by his subordinates. He looked around at the surrounding mountain forests. His subordinates had disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye?
"Bastards! You didn't even tell me when you ran away?" Luo Shuangfei roared angrily at his surroundings. The meaning behind his words was, 'You didn't even bring me along when you ran away. Do you still have me, your leader, in your eyes?'
"I didn't even run. The outcome of the battle has yet to be decided. Why are you all running away? All of you, come back here! "
Perhaps his roar was effective, as a few more people came back from the mountain forests. They hid themselves and looked in their direction, not daring to approach.
Seeing that there were still some brothers who hadn't abandoned him, Luo Shuangfei immediately perked up. He pointed his spear at Miao Yi and shouted, "Hey! Stop! How dare you kill my subordinates. Die! "
The steed beneath him instantly moved, charging towards Miao Yi while brandishing a long, serrated spear that shone with a white radiance. It turned out that it was a first grade transcendent artifact.
Miao Yi let out a blood-curdling scream as he stabbed the ground with his spear. With a flick of his spear, the screaming man hanging from the spear was immediately sent flying, crashing into Luo Shuangfei who was charging towards him.
This Leader seemed to care for his subordinates quite a bit. He quickly swung his spear and controlled his strength, hoping to push his subordinate to the side and save his life.
Unfortunately, Miao Yi, who was taking advantage of the situation to charge towards him, didn't give him the chance. Amidst the roars of dragons, he chased after him and swiftly followed up with another spear strike.
Bang! Blood splattered in the air, and the final scream became the last.
Amidst the splatter of blood and flesh, the Inversed-Scales Spear shone with a white radiance as it pierced forward.
Invoking his transcendence energy, Luo Shuangfei forced the exploding flesh and blood away from his face and counterattacked in panic. With a strike of his spear, he repelled the Inversed-Scales Spear that was charging towards him. When he realized that his opponent's cultivation was inferior to his, he instantly became spirited.
The two steeds instantly chased each other from head to tail, carrying their masters in circles.
The two men on their steeds exchanged blows with their spears, and their attacks were all extraordinary. Under the stirring of their transcendence energy, the scene could be described as a whirlwind of sand and pebbles. Miao Yi, who was at White Lotus Fifth Grade, couldn't display such an imposing aura.
The two of them exchanged more than ten moves in an instant. The more Luo Shuangfei fought, the more apprehensive he became. His spear art was taught to him by an extremely skilled person, yet he was being beaten by this nameless person to the point where he could only defend himself. If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was higher than his opponent's, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long. He had never encountered such a situation before.
What made him even more baffled was that his opponent was actually able to fight evenly with him when they clashed head-on, even though his cultivation was higher than his opponent's. They were both wielding first grade transcendent artifacts, and their might was about the same! How could this be?
How could he know the secret of the Inversed-Scales Spear in Miao Yi's hands? It could reduce his opponent's strength by twenty percent, and had already negated the advantage he had from his cultivation.
Lying on the ground, Tian Qingfeng saw that Miao Yi had the upper hand in a fight against a White Lotus Ninth Grade cultivator, and relaxed. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. He closed his eyes and fainted.
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