But so people have acquired certain gifts due to their upbringing. Purple Shirt is such a person, who has escaped from the Cannibal Cave and has no doubt about her premonition of death.
The subordinate ca to report that only one person had broken in tonight, but Purple Shirt sharply detected a faint sll of death, and the uninvited guest tonight was likely more than one person.
Therefore, she dispatched soone imdiately to send away the most important dagger, resolving future worries, choosing to stay behind and confront the challenge.
Hurried footsteps approached, as several Thousand Man Commanders from the Black Mountain Army arrived shortly after two Ten Thousand Man Commanders had left.
"You few, co with to take a look."
...
At the sa ti.
A hundred miles away, in Qingyun City, at the deep courtyard of the Forging Workshop.
"This, how is this possible... This is not Master Zhao Ju’s manuscript, but that guy’s manuscript?!"
Wu Qiao’Er looked at the transcribed handwriting on the paper, her charming face full of incredulity. After the three masters went missing, her father ordered the things inside the forging room to be sealed.
During sealing up, a manuscript fell. Wu Qiao’Er inadvertently glimpsed it and always felt the handwriting was suspicious. So, she secretly sneaked into the study tonight to retrieve it for comparison, and discovered the original manuscript had several similarities with the handwriting left by the benefactor from the Shuangbai Academy that day.
The two handwritings seed different at first glance, but when observed carefully, so small details in writing, such as the starting and ending strokes, have similar styles. A person’s writing habit is hard to change.
"Maybe it’s just a coincidence, it’s not necessarily that guy."
After discovering this point, Wu Qiao’Er’s beautiful eyes were filled with uncertainty, wanting to verify it with her father.
Suddenly, a few footsteps ca from outside the house, causing Wu Qiao’Er to hold her breath hurriedly.
"What do you think about the Workshop Master’s entrusted matter?"
After a long silence, soone finally spoke.
"Alas, this damn world, the three masters were kidnapped by the rebel army, Master Su Mu’s whereabouts are unknown, the Workshop Master has already set off... Things have co to this, you and I can only act according to the Workshop Master’s entrustnt. The Forging Workshop cannot be ruined in your or my hands, otherwise we have no face to et the past Workshop Masters... "
Creaaak------!
Just at this mont, the study door suddenly opened a crack, letting light through.
"Who is in the study?!"
The few elders outside the Forging Workshop imdiately beca alert, with soone shouting sternly. However, the next mont, the person walking out of the study made the pupils of the elders shrink.
"Miss, why are you here?"
Wu Qiao’Er stepped out from the study like a bolt from the blue, disregarding the comparison of handwritings at this point.
"Uncles, quickly tell ... What is my father going to do?!"
...
The waning moon hung high.
The slaughter under the night continued, with experts from the Black Mountain Army stationed at the mountainside, Wu Lie slaughtered soldiers all the way, leaving over thirty corpses behind, he arrived at the stone steps leading to the deep camp at the mountainside.
"It’s just above here, can’t be wrong."
Wu Lie raised his eyes and ascended the steps, revealing a resolute expression beneath the masked cloth.
The three masters were Wu Lie’s teachers in forging, and as the fourth Workshop Master of the Forging Workshop, his skills honed from the three masters, yet as the helmsman of the Forging Workshop, he also needed to protect the business, and handled affairs with the Governnt Office, Cyan Cloud, and various factions.
Thus, Wu Lie dedicated more efforts to the Martial Dao, achieving Second-Ti Tendon Transformation years back as a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist. After the incident with the three masters.
Wu Lie closed the Forging Workshop, devoted himself to striving for higher realms, and under the financial support accumulated by several generations of Workshop Masters, Wu Lie successfully achieved Third-Ti Yijin.
Precisely for this reason, Wu Lie had so confidence to break into the Black Mountain Army camp alone tonight. Before departing, he left a backhand by entrusting two secret letters to three trustful elders of the Forging Workshop.
If he couldn’t escape safely tonight, the fifth Workshop Master would be either Su Mu or Wu Ning. If Su Mu returned within this year, Su Mu would be the fifth Workshop Master.
If Su Mu was delayed in returning, Wu Ning would succeed. Wu Lie’s mind considered Su Mu as the first successor, not his son, but Su Mu.
Although Wu Ning had so devotion to Martial Arts, he was unsuitable to be the Workshop Master, and Wu Ning couldn’t hold down the elders of the Forging Workshop.
As for his daughter Wu Qiao’Er, being a woman in such a world was hard to succeed, Wu Lie favored Su Mu and had intentions to bring the two closer.
"Kill!"
Wu Lie shouted to bolster his courage, resolutely stepping up the stairs, ascending further.
"Slaughter him!"
A dozen or so Black Mountain Army martial artists appeared on the steps. Their armor indicated that they were no ordinary soldiers; each one was an elite of the Black Mountain Army. They held their blades high and struck downwards with imnse force, infusing their power into their weapons, causing a dazzling display of deadly sharpness.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Wu Lie took a deep breath and charged alone towards the group of ten. Instantly, swords and sabers clashed, sparks flying, and the sound of tal ringing filled the air. A Black Mountain Army martial artist fell to the ground with a wail.
Wu Lie panted heavily, advancing by stepping over the corpse.
"Get out of my way, all of you move!"
A thunderous shout suddenly echoed from above the steps.
The dozen or so Black Mountain Army martial artists surrounding Wu Lie gleefully retreated to either side in an instant.
Tilting his head slightly upward, Wu Lie’s pupils shrank. He saw several powerful Black Mountain Army martial artists escorting a woman in a purple robe as she descended step by step.
"Purple Shirt?!"
Wu Lie’s eyes focused, despair creeping over him. If it were anyone else in command, he might still have a sliver of hope. But upon seeing the head of the Four Protectors, Purple Shirt, that last hope vanished.
Perched on the steps above, Purple Shirt glanced at Wu Lie with a detached gaze before her eyes shifted to the darker corners of the camp, seemingly searching for sothing.
"What a bunch of useless fools, unable to take down a single man. Dare to intrude on my Black Mountain Army camp, and you shall die!"
The Purple Shirt woman appeared unmoved, her expression cold. Beside her, a man suddenly stepped forward like an arrow, his palms slamming heavily onto the steps before leaping up. His robe billowed, and his body spun in mid-air, driving a broadsaber down with imnse force, so powerful that his massive body montarily obscured the remaining moonlight, causing Wu Lie to imdiately feel the light above dim.
"So strong, just one of Purple Shirt’s companions is this powerful?!"
Wu Lie felt a chill in his heart, realizing he had greatly underestimated the strength of the Black Mountain Army. To deal with him, there was no need for Purple Shirt to even lift a finger; any one of these individuals beside her could do the job, and she had five of such formidable people around her.
Facing the descending broadsaber, Wu Lie could only muster all his remaining strength, driving his internal power to its peak, and rushed forward to et it.
Clang!
The sound of a thunderous explosion echoed across the flat terrain.
Ugh!
Wu Lie imdiately felt an overwhelming force assault him, shattering the joints of his hands, causing blood to spill everywhere. The force behind the broadsaber did not diminish, putting unbearable strain on his arms as a series of fine bone-cracking sounds erupted. His internal blood surged against the flow, forcing out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Then, staggering backward, he fell back down the few steps he had just climbed, returning to the starting point.
"Ridiculous, you dare intrude upon my Black Mountain Army camp with such ager strength?"
Upon finishing his sentence, the man with the broadsaber stepped forward once more, his long saber cutting through the air.
Clang! Clang!
Once again, blades collided, followed by a cracking sound. Wu Lie’s long saber broke into two pieces, and as his internal blood surged erratically, he spat out several more mouthfuls of blood, his face turning pale.
"Both being Seventh-Grade, how can there be such a huge disparity in strength... my life is over!"
Wu Lie felt a sense of horror and extre helplessness. The disparity in strength was so vast that even without his previous exhaustion, he would still not be a match for this rebel.
Moreover, this person was just one of Purple Shirt’s subordinates, so what kind of fearso power would the Purple Shirt herself possess?
"Cough, cough... Master, disciple Wu Lie is incompetent and must take his leave first."
Just at this critical mont, a streak of red thread cut through the long night.
Clang!
The ferocious expression on the burly man’s face, who had intended to press his advantage and cut Wu Lie down, froze for an instant. His face displayed terror for he felt as if his powerful strike hit an immovable mountain, halting his advance completely.
Then, from that streak of red thread ca an incredible power that the burly man had never seen before. The Ninth-Grade Treasure Saber, freshly forged in his hands, suddenly erupted with cracks and shattered completely like a broken mirror.
The montum of the red thread did not wane, sweeping across like a teor, rapidly enlarging in his pupils.
Ugh!
Not until the red thread pierced through his heart, shattering his organs with its tyrannical force, did the burly man see clearly what the red thread was.
It was a Red Fla Great Spear, swirling with patterns of fiery clouds, gripped in one hand by a towering figure.
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