Chapter 132: Deadly Chase
Chapter 132: Deadly Chase
Boom…
The terrifying snake-like lightning kept exploding overhead.
By the faint light of the lightning, Mu Feng saw Yanyulou slowly drawing her sword. Her movements were very light and slow, as if the sword was made of gold and she was reluctant to pull it out easily. Without saying a word, she stood motionless, getting farther and farther away from the galloping carriage. The White-robed Swordsmen, who had been fiercely chasing with killing intent just moments before, all quietly stepped aside.
To an unaware person, it would seem that the carriage had successfully broken through the encirclement and shaken off the pursuers. However, the moment Mu Feng saw Yanyulou’s actions, his limbs turned cold, and he knew escape was impossible.
Last time, he was severely wounded by her sword and left with only half his life; could he be so lucky again now?
“Brother Mu Feng, are you still there? Are we safe? Brother Mu Feng…”
Hearing the sudden silence outside the carriage, with no pursuers and no heart-stopping sounds of battle, Jing Wushuang, tied in the corner by the Blood Vine, suddenly felt an inexplicable unease. The cold, ruthless White-robed Swordsmen were no longer chasing them, but in her heart, the feeling of unease grew stronger and stronger, worrying about Mu Feng’s safety.
Filled with anxiety, looking at the blood seeping through the carriage roof, her voice took on a tearful tone. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held back from crying out loud.
“Yes, we’re safe, we’re safe…”
Mu Feng gave a bitter smile. An especially tough Blood Vine burst from his body, whooshing as it wrapped around Jing Wushuang’s form, preparing to throw the fragile girl far away from the dangerous carriage before his death.
These White-robed Swordsmen were after him; away from the carriage, Jing Wushuang might just escape unharmed!
Whoosh…
Just as Mu Feng was about to act and throw Jing Wushuang out, Yanyulou, who had been standing motionless in the rainy night, finally moved.
She lightly tapped the ground with her toes, splashing cold water droplets, and the next moment, she appeared before him, sword in hand. Her speed was indescribable. The sound of her drawing the sword still echoed in his ears as the sharp blade was already close, aimed straight between his eyebrows!
Determined to strike, one hit to kill!
Yanyulou, taking action personally again, showed no mercy!
Her speed and the ferocity of her attack were such that even an expert at the Elite Realm would struggle to block it, let alone a mere Mortal Realm cultivator. Mu Feng’s strength was surprising, but it made no difference against her fatal blow. In that instant, he had no time to dodge, much less counterattack; he could only watch as the sharp sword was about to pierce his forehead!
Boom…
Just as Mu Feng was on the verge of being stabbed, the carriage beneath him suddenly shook, turning sharply at high speed and plunging straight down the roadside slope.
It was a steep slope of nearly sixty degrees, with a drop of over a thousand meters to the bottom, littered with sharp, jagged rocks. Even a sturdy warhorse would surely die crashing down like that, let alone a heavy carriage?
Mu Feng was unprepared, and even the formidable Yanyulou was caught off guard.
The sharp sword grazed Mu Feng’s face; her sure-kill strike had actually missed!
Landing on her feet and turning, she saw the fleeing carriage had already reached halfway down the slope, swaying and tilting dangerously, occasionally hitting exposed rocks, looking as if it would topple at any moment. But under the skilled handling of the coachman, it narrowly avoided disaster each time, rumbling downward with tremendous momentum.
“A village, Brother Mu Feng, there are people up ahead!”
Jing Wushuang’s face was pale, her head having hit the carriage post several times. If not for the tough Blood Vine holding her firmly, she would have been thrown out by the violent jolting. Thrown near the window, she looked up and by chance saw the faint outline of a village in the distance, overjoyed. Faintly, she could even hear distant, startled cries.
A village meant people, which meant they might be saved!
“Huh…”
Looking at the carriage tumbling down the slope, Yanyulou let out a surprised exclamation. The next moment, she burst into motion, chasing after it again, closing in on the astonishingly fast carriage in a few leaps.
Whoosh…
This time, before she could get close, a menacing Blood Spear came whistling toward her.
Firmly standing on the carriage, Mu Feng quickly turned and launched a fierce preemptive attack.
Having broken through to the Late Mortal Realm, plus the power boost from the Blood Wheel, made the already fearsome Blood Spear even more unstoppable. Meeting it suddenly, even a White-robed Swordsman at Mortal Realm Peak wouldn’t dare face its edge, some even getting pinned to the ground in one encounter. Yet, before Yanyulou, an Elite Realm expert, it was utterly useless.
She didn’t slow down, coldly thrusting her sword forward. Just as the menacing Blood Spear was about to hit her, she flicked it lightly with a finger, directly shattering the spear formed from condensed blood energy. Not deflecting it, but utterly destroying it!
“You can’t run. Hand it over!”
Yanyulou’s tone was icy, her sharp sword getting closer and closer to Mu Feng’s face.
“Death Entanglement, kill!”
Mu Feng didn’t dodge or evade—in that instant, he had no time to. He violently stirred the blood energy and Spiritual Power within him, and numerous menacing Blood Vines burst from his body, whistling toward the approaching Yanyulou. He didn’t aim to kill her, just to buy a moment. Unfortunately, he was disappointed again.
The Blood Vines, a nightmare for the White-robed Swordsmen, were completely vulnerable before Yanyulou. Her sword thrust unabated; with a mere soft chime, the released sword aura sliced through all the dense Blood Vines. Then, pressing forward, she shattered the Blood Armor on Mu Feng’s body once more and stabbed straight for his brow.
Crash…
The galloping carriage made another loud noise.
This time, it didn’t turn suddenly or tip over; instead, the entire roof suddenly disintegrated. Mu Feng, who had been standing firmly on top, sank downward uncontrollably. In that split second, Yanyulou’s fierce attack missed again, only leaving a sword mark on his forehead as she followed through.
“Kill!”
Startled by two failed strikes in a row, Yanyulou’s killing intent surged. She roared as she shadowed the carriage closely, her sharp sword aiming for Mu Feng’s chest, targeting the wound from last time, attempting to pierce through his heart with one thrust.
A mere Mortal Realm scholar, so troublesome?
Surprised and furious, Yanyulou thrust her sword viciously. This strike was even faster, more ferocious!
The carriage, with its roof gone, rolled to the bottom of the slope. Severely wounded, Mu Feng was thrown out, his bloody body hitting the ground hard, unable to get up immediately. She didn’t believe that this time, Mu Feng could escape death again!