Buzz!!!
The sound of bowstrings being released echoed through the pitch-black night, a continuous wave.
Countless arrows, wrapped in fire oil, rained down towards the Mountain God Temple. These arrows came from the Northern Dynasty, Xuan Kingdom. They were long and barbed, particularly adept at piercing armor and breaking qi. Each arrow cost three taels of silver, and at this moment, they were so densely packed that they could instantly turn a hundred-man armored squad into a porcupine.
However, in the next moment, these continuously shot Cang Wolf Arrows suddenly froze in mid-air, as if the void had solidified.
The arrows were shot from thirty stone hard bows, wielded by cultivators at the Condensing Qi Realm, arranged in three rows for continuous fire. The Cang Wolf Arrows could pierce through three layers of armor in an instant, but now they were suspended in the air, with only their tails trembling violently.
Even the archers' expressions turned grim.
But in an instant, they swiftly drew their arrows again, the sound of arrows slicing through the air forming a continuous chorus.
The specially designed Cang Wolf Arrows couldn’t even get close to a zhang in front of the Mountain God Temple.
As they were drawing arrows, a sudden piercing whistle filled the air. Countless arrows were fixed in the void, their tails trembling violently, the frequency increasing, and amidst the buzzing sound like a swarm of bees, a slow and steady footstep emerged.
A burly man stepped out, his curly black hair dancing in the night wind, his clothes stained, back straight, hands and feet large, his brows calm like a hunting tiger.
The arrows suspended in the air slowly twisted backward.
He raised his hand, casually brushing aside the arrows in front of him, causing them to fall to the ground and turn into powder.
The archers in front held the last special arrow in their hands.
Cold sweat drenched their backs.
In front of them, twelve men clad in black armor stood straight, their right hands resting on their sword hilts, the sleeves of their arrows adorned with intricate cloud patterns, exuding a chilling aura. The leader slowly spoke, “General Yue Qianfeng of the Great Chen, it’s been a long time.”
Yue Qianfeng's eyes were indifferent: “Just you few? Xiao Wuliang and Zhao Mannu are not here. How long do you think you can survive in my hands?”
The leader spoke confidently and calmly: “General Yue’s strength is extraordinary, but your Dharma form has been shattered by the Grand General. Within three months, you won’t be able to exert your full power. Relying solely on your physical body and inner qi, how much stronger are you compared to us mere martial artists?”
Yue Qianfeng sneered: “How much stronger? You might as well step forward and give it a try.”
The leader of the Night Rider Cavalry said, “You shouldn’t have gone to save him.”
“Wasting your own bright future!”
Yue Qianfeng suddenly erupted in anger: “Marshal Yue has been wronged in protecting the nation. Twelve imperial edicts have summoned him back to court to seal his Dharma form. In such a court, what future is there to speak of!”
The atmosphere around them gradually stiffened, tension rising as they sought the slightest openings in each other's qi flow. The humidity today was heavy, and amidst the murderous intent from both sides, it began to condense into rain, falling in a gentle drizzle, splashing against the armor.
The faint sound of blades ringing.
The cloud-patterned Night Rider Cavalry drew their swords in unison.
Their swords were long and sharp, slowly drawn from their sheaths, blending into the darkness of the night, the surrounding atmosphere instantly turning colder. In the next moment, the Night Rider Cavalry moved suddenly!
Like thunder!
They transformed into fleeting shadows, each finding their own positions, executing complementary techniques. In the rainy night, beams of light fell, and Yue Qianfeng suddenly burst into laughter, his wrist flicking, causing the previously suspended arrows to suddenly change direction in the void.
Countless arrows instantly aimed at the Night Rider Cavalry and the archers ahead.
In the void, they transformed into a Cang Dragon!
“Night Rider Cavalry, you underestimated me!”
Yue Qianfeng laughed heartily, his wrist moving, the whistling of arrows in the void converging, buzzing like a dragon's roar.
In an instant, they pierced through the archers ahead, blood and flesh flying, the ground instantly soaked in blood. The Night Rider Cavalry's blades had arrived but struggled to cut through Yue Qianfeng's skin. This mighty and robust man suddenly turned, grabbing a Night Rider Cavalry's head with one hand, forcefully pressing it against the wall of the Mountain God Temple, then swiftly turning, leaving a bloody smear on the wall.
He then raised his hand and threw the Night Rider Cavalry away, who crashed heavily to the ground.
His right hand had already seized the waist knife of the Night Rider Cavalry, blocking the incoming slashes from others. With a flick of his wrist, the blade slid down the edge of another Night Rider Cavalry's waist knife, directly severing half of that Night Rider Cavalry's arm.
Blood and flesh flew.
He was tall and robust, wielding the waist knife as he charged into the battlefield. This narrow and sharp knife was primarily meant for stabbing, yet he wielded it with cleaving strikes, raising waves of chilling blade light in the night, like a lion standing proudly among wolves.
Even without the power of his Dharma form, Yue Qianfeng was still stronger than these Night Rider Cavalry.
Like a slaughter, he cleaved down these cavalrymen who had lost their horses. The Night Rider Cavalry had abandoned their mounts to prevent Yue Qianfeng from hearing the sound of horses, but this also diminished their combat strength. They overlooked Yue Qianfeng's bravery and the fearsome reputation he had earned on the battlefield.
All twelve Night Rider Cavalry fell in the rainy night.
Yue Qianfeng bore some wounds, raising his hand to touch the waist knife, now pitted from the slashes, murmuring, “It’s a fast blade, but unfortunately, like a person, a knife has no spine; it can only be considered a killing weapon, not a renowned artifact.”
The previously disarmed Night Rider Cavalry was still alive, his face twisted and bloodied, struggling to crawl forward. Yue Qianfeng intended to finish him off, but at that moment, he suddenly sensed another faint aura.
His tiger-like eyes lifted, sweeping across to a small figure curled up in a narrow alley on the side of the street.
Li Guanyi.
Both sides had focused their main energies on each other, and this weak child had been subconsciously overlooked. Now, as the battle reached its conclusion, Li Guanyi's presence could no longer be hidden. He had come here to learn martial arts but had witnessed the Night Rider Cavalry, capable of dominating the world with eight hundred riders, clashing with this burly man.
The disarmed Night Rider Cavalry instinctively crawled towards him, bloodied and mangled.
Under the moonlight and rain, the towering Yue Qianfeng, holding a knife and splattered with blood, looked at Li Guanyi. In his mind, the first possibility naturally arose—could it be that Li Guanyi had brought people? But he quickly dismissed this thought, feeling a trace of murderous intent rise within.
Mercy does not command troops; his hands were stained with countless deaths. Though he was bold, he was certainly not a kind-hearted person.
At this moment, as he slaughtered the Night Rider Cavalry, coupled with the matter of Marshal Yue being exposed by that cavalryman, if this child heard it, it would likely ruin his grand plans. Yue Qianfeng's tiger-like eyes fell, the rain intensified, and his aura grew increasingly terrifying. The Night Rider Cavalry struggled to reach Li Guanyi, gasping heavily.
Li Guanyi looked at Yue Qianfeng in the rain, then at the Night Rider Cavalry before him and the cloud-patterned sleeves, recognizing this Night Rider Cavalry as the young man who had flaunted his power during the day. The aura of the bronze cauldron flowed around him, and he could glimpse the bloodlight slowly rising in the eyes of the Fire Dragon, realizing he had heard things he shouldn’t have and seen things he shouldn’t have, igniting the murderous intent of this burly man.
Yue Qianfeng raised his horizontal knife, saying, “You saw it and heard it.”
“We are indeed heinous criminals.”
The young man nodded.
Yue Qianfeng's murderous intent slowly rose, resolute.
Looking at the pale-faced child with dark eyes before him, he sighed inwardly.
What a weak child.
The Night Rider Cavalry realized that Li Guanyi was familiar with Yue Qianfeng, as if grasping at the last straw of hope.
He reached out to grab Li Guanyi's clothes, trying to seize him, the fabric being pulled aside, revealing the poisonous patterns on his chest.
The Night Rider Cavalry's pupils contracted.
This poison!!!
Then he saw this weak child suddenly reach for his waist, and the next moment, a flash of green light appeared. Li Guanyi held a short sword in both hands, fiercely stabbing down at the Night Rider Cavalry below. The Night Rider Cavalry's qi shield seemed nonexistent, and the short sword pierced directly through his throat.
Then he yanked it out and stabbed again into his heart.
After hesitating for a moment, Li Guanyi pulled out the short sword again and fiercely stabbed it into the right side of his chest, delivering a finishing blow.
Warm blood gushed out, mixing with the cold rainwater, soaking the cloud patterns. The rainy night from ten years ago seemed to overlap with the present. Yue Qianfeng was stunned, his murderous aura dissipating as he saw this delicate young man gasping for breath, then raising his head, blood splattered on his face, revealing a pale smile:
“Now, we are accomplices.”
(End of Chapter)