Chapter 130: Blood-Soaked War Chariot
Chapter 130: Blood-Soaked War Chariot
“Cut off his head and bring it back to apologize to the Hall Master!”
The middle-aged man’s face was ice-cold as he spoke, drawing his sword and retreating into the darkness without another glance at the severely wounded Mu Feng.
As an Honored Guest Elder of the Sword Hall with the strength of the Late Elite Realm, he had set up an ambush with over a hundred elite fighters yet failed to stop a mere Mortal Realm scholar. In the end, he had to personally intervene—this was already shameful enough. There was no need to personally behead Mu Feng after gravely injuring him with one strike; his Yanyulou disdained such an action!
“Yes!”
The surviving White-robed Swordsmen bowed in acknowledgment. The eight leaders pushed off forcefully with their toes, leaping in unison and dashing toward Mu Feng on the raindrops. Their longswords flickered simultaneously, targeting Mu Feng’s vital points like his brow, back of the head, throat, and abdomen—attacking relentlessly without any defense, their assault fierce!
Seeing Mu Feng heavily wounded by the Honored Guest Elder Yanyulou, his chest bleeding profusely, the White-robed Swordsmen’s morale soared, and their attacks grew even more vicious!
Before the leaders’ swords could strike Mu Feng, the next eight swordsmen leaped forward as well. The following eight crouched slightly, raising their swords high above their heads, ready to launch the third wave of attacks.
Single Line Piercing Clouds Formation!
One after another, they attacked without defense, relentlessly forcing their way to kill the surrounded enemy. The swordsmen struck with full force—either delivering a fatal blow to the enemy’s vitals or dying at the enemy’s hands.
In the Sword Hall, such a Sword Formation was typically reserved for besieging exceptionally powerful foes. Using this killing formation against Mu Feng, a scholar, clearly showed the White-robed Swordsmen’s lethal intent.
He must die!
From the moment the Young Master’s corpse fell from the carriage, the White-robed Swordsmen had resolved to fight to the death. Unless they brought back Mu Feng’s head, none of them would escape punishment!
Buzz…
Eight sharp longswords hummed, flashing before Mu Feng’s eyes. Just as they were about to pierce him, the heavily bleeding Mu Feng on the carriage suddenly moved.
His body swayed, leaving a blurred shadow behind; with another sway, the shadows multiplied to two. The next instant, phantom after phantom appeared, dazzling and disorienting.
Phantom Fist!
The carriage raced on, the heavy rain poured down unceasingly, and the narrow carriage roof was a place where most could barely stand steadily.
Yet, at this very moment, at this life-and-death juncture, Mu Feng suddenly moved on the carriage. His feet remained firmly rooted like an old tree on the roof, unmoving, while only his upper body swayed. Swish, swish, swish… In the blink of an eye, all eight sharp swords narrowly missed him!
“Kill!”
Before the eight swordsmen could react, Mu Feng roared and unleashed eight punches in an instant.
Thump…
The eight swordsmen who had lunged forward with their lives on the line were sent flying far away almost simultaneously, landing on the muddy road and splashing large sprays of water. After hitting the ground, they twitched briefly and then lay still without exception, each with a clear, deep fist imprint on their chests.
One punch!
With just one punch, Mu Feng violently stirred the blood energy within him, directly shattering the eight swordsmen’s internal organs and cutting off their life force. At the brink of death, he erupted with astonishing power! Unfortunately, before he could catch his breath, another buzz sounded, and eight sharp swords appeared before him once more. Wave after wave of attacks continued relentlessly, allowing no chance to rest.
“Single Line Piercing Clouds Formation?”
Mu Feng gave a bitter smile. In that split second, there was no time to dodge or to execute Phantom Fist again. Gritting his teeth, he twisted slightly to avoid his vitals and frantically stirred the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood within him.
Thud…
Eight sharp longswords plunged fiercely into Mu Feng’s body. One of them even pierced straight through his left shoulder—ruthless and precise!
Success!
The eight swordsmen exchanged glances, each seeing the surprise and excitement in the others’ eyes.
Yet, before they could withdraw their swords to behead Mu Feng, a low, gurgling sound came from within his body. Then, blood-red Blood Vines burst out from his body, piercing through their brows, throats, and abdomens, tightly entangling them. Their blood and Yang Energy drained away like a receding tide.
“Ah…”
“No… save me, no…”
…
The eight swordsmen who had achieved their goal screamed in agony. No sooner had their cries ended than they all turned into eight desiccated corpses, collapsing to the ground with a thud!
A life for a life!
Mu Feng gasped for air, his chest heaving dramatically. He swallowed the eight Blood Pearls in his hand in one gulp, replenishing his lost blood and expended Spiritual Power on the spot. He coldly faced the remaining dozens of White-robed Swordsmen.
His chest bled profusely, eight gleaming swords were embedded in his body, and he was drenched in blood. Although he had consumed many Blood Pearls, it was like using a cup of water to put out a cartload of burning wood—far from enough. With massive blood loss and rapid depletion of Spiritual Power, his breathing grew ragged, and his limbs felt weak. Yet, under the pressure of the remaining White-robed Swordsmen, he stood unshaken on the speeding carriage, eyes wide open, refusing to yield. Covered in blood, he looked like an undefeated war god who had fought his way out of countless battles!
Seeing his ferocity, the third wave of swordsmen, poised to charge, hesitated for a moment, their hearts shaking with dread.
Whoosh…
The icy rain continued to fall without end, mixed with a cold wind that beat against them. Drops of blood trickled down from Mu Feng’s body, flowing over his feet, seeping through the carriage canopy, and dripping inside. Slowly, it grew more and more, until almost the entire carriage was stained crimson. There was the blood of the swordsmen and the scalding blood that flowed from Mu Feng.
“Mu Feng, Brother Mu Feng…”
Wiping the blood that dripped onto her face and seeing the increasing stains seeping through the carriage roof, Jing Wushuang, who had been huddled fearfully in a corner, could no longer sit still. Worried about Mu Feng’s safety, she struggled to rush out as she spoke. However, before she could leap from the speeding carriage, several blood-red Blood Vines pierced through the canopy, appearing before her and pulling her back to the relatively safe corner inside the carriage.
“Shuang’er, don’t move! I’m fine!”
Mu Feng stood firmly on the carriage, slowly gathering the remaining strength within him.
As long as he had a breath left, he would not allow the vulnerable Jing Wushuang to come to harm. Outside the Ethereal Temple, he had promised his sworn brother Sky Splitting Tiger that he would take good care of Shuang’er. Though severely wounded, unless he was dead and had breathed his last, the enemy would not set foot on this carriage!
“Destroy the carriage before killing him!”
A cold voice came from the darkness.
Yanyulou, overseeing the battle from the side, disdained to intervene again, but his words awakened the many swordsmen.
Swish, swish, swish…
At his reminder, the remaining White-robed Swordsmen changed their formation again. They dashed swiftly, quickly catching up to the speeding carriage. This time, they did not form the fierce Single Line Piercing Clouds Formation but swarmed forward together. Some charged fiercely at Mu Feng, while others raised their swords to stab at the carriage driver and Jing Wushuang inside, even aiming at the rolling wheels in an attempt to destroy the runaway carriage.
Boom…
An unusually thick, serpentine lightning bolt crackled across the sky.
In the afterglow of the lightning, one could see the remaining dozens of White-robed Swordsmen raising their swords and lunging forward almost simultaneously. Their killing intent soared to the heavens as they strived for a single, decisive strike