Chapter 200: Encirclement and Annihilation (4)

At that moment, Qingyue Yang was only twenty to thirty meters away from Dharma King of Daoyu. Right after Dharma King of Daoyu finished a move, her whole body shot forward with a sharp whistle through the air, swooping toward Qingyue Yang like an eagle.

In the blink of an eye, Dharma King of Daoyu was less than a meter away from Qingyue Yang. She could even see the surprise and despair in his eyes.

But the next moment, that look of despair turned into a slight, triumphant smile.

“What?”

A cold gleam flashed in the air. Dharma King of Daoyu’s fair and tender fist, like that of an eighteen-year-old girl, was only two or three centimeters from Qingyue Yang’s forehead, but it stopped forever.

Beneath her, a sword full of chill shot out from Qingyue Yang’s shadow, piercing straight through Dharma King of Daoyu’s heart.

Only then did Zuo Zhicheng slowly release the ability of Night Sea and walked out from Qingyue Yang’s shadow.

Whether it was luring Dharma King of Destruction away, using Underworld King Snake to restrain Dharma King of Destruction, using Shadowless Shot to counter Dharma King of Daoyu, or later attracting the enemy’s attention to Qingyue Yang, and finally taking advantage of Dharma King of Daoyu’s ignorance of Dao Arts and lack of Spiritual Energy Vision – with Zuo Zhicheng hiding in Qingyue Yang’s shadow to deliver the fatal sword strike – all were part of Zuo Zhicheng’s plan.

When he was accidentally surrounded by the three Dharma Kings, he could only risk his life to create a chance for survival. But now, with troops ready in advance and knowledge of the enemy’s information, how could he foolishly fight them head-on again?

Pulling Qing Shuang out from Dharma King of Daoyu’s heart, he saw her pupils contract, her eyes still full of disbelief and shock, as if she couldn’t believe she had died just like that.

Even after her heart was pierced by Zuo Zhicheng’s sword, her limbs still twitched slightly, and her right hand even strained, reaching toward Qingyue Yang, showing the powerful vitality of a Human Aspect Martial Artist.

But no matter what, a person is still a person. With her heart pierced, Dharma King of Daoyu was undoubtedly going to die.

Roar!!!

Over there, Dharma King of Destruction, still entangled with Underworld King Snake, seemed to have seen everything through his Spiritual Energy Vision. His eyes turned blood red, and he let out a truly furious roar: “Zuo Zhicheng! Qingyue Yang! You two beasts! From today onward, my Dìyù Gate and you are mortal enemies!”

But his opponent paid no attention to his rage. Just as he finished roaring, Underworld King Snake swung its tail again, smacking Dharma King of Destruction squarely on the head, driving his legs into the soil like planting rice seedlings.

The power of Underworld King Snake was something even Zuo Zhicheng dared not confront head-on. Although Dharma King of Destruction had withstood so many blows relying on Indestructible Diamond, he now felt his blood churning and his limbs numb and sore. If he kept being beaten like this, he feared he would be shaken to death by Underworld King Snake’s brute force.

On the other side, after pulling out Qing Shuang, Zuo Zhicheng gave the sword a slight shake, flicking off the bloodstains, and said calmly, “I’ll go deal with Dharma King of Destruction first. You finish off all the remaining members of Dìyù Gate.”

After speaking, his toes lightly gripped and pushed off, and his whole body flashed over twenty meters away. Then, with another flash, he headed toward Underworld King Snake.

Zuo Zhicheng thought to himself: ‘My physical condition seems to have improved slightly?’ This was something he noticed during the recent intense battle.

Qingyue Yang watched Zuo Zhicheng leave and smiled slightly. With a swift turn of his head, he spread his fingers and pulled five arrows from his quiver.

With a light pluck of the bowstring, several Dìyù Gate death warriors on the battlefield fell to the ground.

Then he simply grabbed a stray horse nearby, mounted it, and began shooting arrows while moving.

On the battlefield, Dìyù Gate death warriors kept falling, with sudden bloody holes appearing in their chests, temples, stomachs, or backs. Clearly, the arrows Qingyue Yang used were specially made with extremely strong penetrating power.

Dressed in white and riding an angry horse, he roamed the battlefield. Every time his bowstring twanged, several enemies fell.

One death warrior raised his sword high to slash at a soldier in front of him, but just as he lifted the blade to its highest point, his head suddenly jerked sideways, a large hole appeared in his temple, and he slumped to the ground.

A soldier was slashed on the thigh and knelt down. Four death warriors around him simultaneously swung their swords at him. He roared, ready to fight them to the death, when all four death warriors shuddered, bloody holes appearing in their chests, and they fell to the ground.

Without the support of the two Dharma Kings, and under Qingyue Yang’s shooting range, these Dìyù Gate death warriors quickly fell into an absolute disadvantage against the disciplined Tiger Wolf Army.

The Tiger Wolf Army soldiers recovered from Dharma King of Daoyu’s Heartscape. They arranged iron shields and long spears at the front, with archers and musketeers in the back, tightly surrounding Duan Suling and the others in a square formation, gradually squeezing their living space.

As the space shrank, the death warriors were either stabbed to death by the long spears in front of the iron shields or shot dead by crossbows and muskets.

Then the Tiger Wolf Army soldiers stepped over their corpses and continued to tighten the encirclement.

Every now and then, a death warrior would suddenly get a bloody hole in his body and fall to the ground.

Without the Dharma Kings’ support, death warrior units like Dìyù Gate’s Impermanence Battalion and Unavoidable Battalion, which were more suited to Jianghu battles, were no match for the Tiger Wolf Army, a regular army equipped with cavalry, axemen, shield soldiers, archers, and musketeers, on a proper battlefield.

“Trash! Trash! You’re all trash!” Seeing Dharma King of Daoyu die in an instant and more than half of the death warriors around her sacrificed, Duan Suling, surrounded by the remaining death warriors, cursed like mad.

Then the Tiger Wolf Army fired another volley. Duan Suling’s body was shielded by the death warriors. When he stood up again, only a few living people remained around him.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—the surrounding Tiger Wolf Army soldiers halted, planted their large iron shields on the ground, and then the sound of drawing bows and nocking arrows rose in rows.

Looking at the dense Tiger Wolf Army soldiers surrounding him on all sides, Duan Suling laughed foolishly, “Hahaha… I’m not convinced! I’m not convinced! Qingyue Yang, are you even a man? Dare to fight me one-on-one!”

His answer was a crisp bang. A blood flower bloomed on Duan Suling’s forehead, blasting a large hole through his skull.

A flicker of confusion passed through his eyes. Duan Suling’s legs gave way, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

The next moment, the swishing sound of a rain of arrows peppered his body. All members of Dìyù Gate were dead. Under Qingyue Yang’s command, the Tiger Wolf Army soldiers moved the large iron shields aside, and axemen stepped forward to finish off all the death warriors’ corpses on the ground.

Their heads would all be cut off and displayed at the city gate of Haijing, both as military merit and to intimidate the natives and other forces.