"Father, save !"
"You worthless fools, get out of my way!"
A sudden thunderous clap echoed across the plain. Yuan Wuming, seeing his subordinates being obstructed and hearing the cries for help from his own son, could no longer sit idly and decided to act personally.
At this mont, a soldier from the Changfeng Army quietly reported within the military formation.
"County Captain, the two Iron Arm Crossbows are loaded."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qing felt a surge of joy. He had ordered the Iron Arm Crossbows to aim at Yuan Dong on the execution platform. Earlier, he had commanded his n to repel the other rebels without killing Yuan Dong, precisely to provoke Yuan Wuming into attempting a rescue himself.
This way, he could kill this father and son pair with two arrows. The Iron Arm Crossbows could effortlessly tear through the Ring Armor of the barbarian heavy cavalry, and the power was comparable to a strike from a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist. Even Yuan Wuming, a top Seventh-Grade expert, would et his end here.
"Yuan Wuming, do you realize what you're doing? Attempting to disrupt an execution site is an offense punishable by the extermination of your entire clan. Guards, execute the criminal Yuan Dong imdiately!"
At that mont, Liu Qing brushed aside his personal guard and took a few steps forward, shouting out loudly, intending to fuel the fire further.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Dong on the execution platform trembled all over, exclaiming in shock.
"Father, hurry and save ."
"You wretched official, how dare you!"
Yuan Wuming, brandishing his blade, ascended the execution platform. anwhile, within the military formation, Liu Qing and the two Seventh-Grade Commanders of the Changfeng Army beside him were all beaming with joy.
Yuan Wuming had been a renowned expert in Changfeng County twenty years ago, and these two Changfeng Army Commanders were also reluctant to fight him directly. Using the Iron Arm Crossbows to take him down was the best strategy.
"Now is the ti!"
A Changfeng Army Commander beside Liu Qing swiftly pulled out a red flag and waved it fiercely. Instantly, the two crossbows on the Iron Arm Crossbows, as thick as a baby's arm and seven feet long, were released.
"Get out of the way."
Wang Wu, who was engaged in a fierce battle with a Seventh-Grade Muscle-Enhancing Rebel, suddenly heard a calm voice behind him. In an instant, a chill ran down his spine. In that critical mont, he chose to trust that calm voice, imdiately sidestepping.
Whoosh!
The two Armor-Piercing Crossbow Arrows tore through the sky, sweeping by like two silver streaks. One silver streak instantly shredded everything in its path, catching the Seventh-Grade Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist battling Wang Wu completely off guard, leaving him no ti to dodge.
Pft!
The Seventh-Grade Muscle Strengthening Realm rebel frantically channeled his inner power to resist, but in front of the Armor-Piercing Crossbow Arrow, his internal power seed as fragile as paper, instantly being torn apart.
The arrow pierced through flesh, muscle, and iron armor, exiting the body instantly. The Seventh-Grade Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist didn't even have ti to utter a scream; his chest burst open, leaving a massive bloodied hole, killing him on the spot as his innards and flesh splattered.
"Damn bastards!"
The bloodied flesh, littered with visceral fragnts, splattered all over Wang Wu. Having narrowly escaped death, Wang Wu was shaken to his core, first feeling grateful to the person who warned him, then erupting in anger—damned Liu Xun for giving such an order without regard for his life.
With the fall of a Seventh-Grade Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist, all fighting on the field ceased montarily. As eyes converged on the scene, one saw that the Armor-Piercing Crossbow Arrows did not dissipate after killing one Seventh-Grade rebel.
The two silver streaks appeared almost to teleport, simultaneously crossing several feet to fall upon the two figures on the execution platform.
"They hit!"
"Lord Guardian, watch out!"
Within the military formation, Liu Qing's face lit up with joy. It seed everyone had just witnessed the mont Yuan's father and son were killed by the Iron Arm Crossbows. A Seventh-Grade Martial Artist caught off guard had no chance of surviving the Iron Arm Crossbow.
In this instant, even among the rebels, hearts shuddered, and even those few close associates aware of Yuan Wuming's recent promotion to the Sixth Grade were astonished.
Yet, one person remained unperturbed: Su Mu. Casually slaying a rebel, he frowned slightly.
If Yuan Wuming used firearms to attack the Iron Arm Crossbows beforehand, it indicated his precaution. If Su Mu were in Yuan Wuming's place on the field and dared to ascend the execution platform alone under the threat of these two Iron Arm Crossbows,
"there's only one possibility... Yuan Wuming is confident he can deflect these two arrows."
If Yuan Wuming were to fall just like that, Su Mu would scoff at this so-called Black Mountain Rebel Army's Protector. However, if he died, it would save so trouble.
Under the gaze of all present, the two Armor-Piercing Crossbow Arrows descended. Yuan Wuming snorted coldly, raising an eyebrow as he channeled his bodily power into the Nine-Ring Ghost Head Saber in his hand.
Instantly, within a radius around Yuan Wuming, the air warped, and invisible sharpness surged into the saber blade. A pale golden light flowed on the blade, and a few inches of pale golden saber glow spewed out.
Gold Elent Divine Skill - Iron Essence Qi!
Yuan Wuming swung at one of the arrows.
Clang!
A deafening tallic clang exploded as sparks flew. A terrifying scene unfolded: amidst everyone's gaping astonishnt, Yuan Wuming cleaved an Iron Arm Crossbow Arrow in two with a single swing.
Whoosh!
The other arrow missed, instantly tearing through the execution platform's wooden fra, bursting a terrifying large hole and embedding several feet into the ground, causing the earth to quiver.
The field suddenly fell silent, whether on the Changfeng Army's side or among the rebels. The sheer impact left them stunned, ceasing their weapon clashes.
"Slicing an Iron Arm Crossbow Arrow... Yuan Wuming isn't Seventh Grade; he's Sixth Grade!"
A cry from a Changfeng Army Commander broke the quiet on the field. Suddenly, two explosive sounds from the Iron Arm Crossbow Carriages rang out.
Amidst billowing smoke, two soldiers clad in Changfeng Army armor leaped out, rging with the rebel side.
User Comments
0 comments from readers