It's night.
The wind in the mountain forest is particularly strong, the treetops rustling loudly.
Beside a mountain stream, Chen Yang is covered in bloodstains, his face slightly pale. The still-warm blood, trailing along the blade of the Ancestral Sword, continuously drips to the ground.
It's all soone else's blood.
Though he hasn't sustained any injuries, Chen Yang is already showing signs of exhaustion, his breathing becoming labored.
Yang Hu, beside him, is gasping heavily.
During this process, many were scared away, but even more were resolute and unyielding.
In their eyes,
Chen Yang is very strong, but after all this ti, after constant wear and tear, he should be almost exhausted too.
It's like the darkness before dawn, just endure this mont.
Each one of them believed they would be the first to see the light.
In other words, as long as Chen Yang perished, the remnant map would belong to them.
Astonishing self-confidence.
So much so that Chen Yang and his companions never had a chance to rest, at this mont surrounded on all sides by over thirty people, leaving no gap to escape.
"Chen Yang, let advise you, obediently hand over the remnant map and you'll still have a sliver of a chance to live, otherwise, you won't see tomorrow's sun."
A middle-aged man with holy realm cultivation, holding a long spear, pointed coldly at Chen Yang, threatening him.
Chen Yang remained silent.
That so-called remnant map, he never wanted it. If he wasn't forced, he would have thrown it away long ago, and not waited until now.
"I'm trying to save you, what are you hesitating for? Hm?!" Seeing Chen Yang silent, the middle-aged man presud he had a chance and pressed on.
He already knew Chen Yang's predicant, harboring a bellyful of anger with no outlet.
"Still daring to talk tough?" The middle-aged man sneered; to him, it was just unwillingness from the opponent. Having acquired the remnant map, now forced to hand it over.
Anyone would likely feel reluctant.
"As I said before, this is saving you! Still obsessed with the wrong path, hm?!" The middle-aged man, sitting proudly on horseback, confidently chastised.
Bang!
Chen Yang swung his sword horizontally, slashing sideways.
Sword light tore through, crisscrossing the sky.
The middle-aged man was prepared; his battle spear lunged out, as swift as a dragon.
However, the steel-forged spear snapped upon contact, and caught off guard, his chest was pierced through, sending him falling from horseback.
The sword light's montum did not diminish, exploding among the people at the back.
A thunderous explosion, like a lightning strike upon the head.
In an instant, n and horses overturned, the ground shattered, blood splashing.
"You..."
Lying on the ground, the middle-aged man, still with a trace of breath, stared incredulously, eyes wide open.
All those around were the sa.
Who could have imagined that after fighting from afternoon to evening, continuously for seven or eight hours, he still had strength left?
Moreover, his battle power was so formidable that even a saint realm master couldn't withstand a single strike.
Suddenly, the blood-soaked field beca eerily silent.
Only the sound of distant hoofbeats echoed.
"I, I withdraw."
"Sorry, I was wrong, please don't kill ."
Afterward, many began pleading, and so turned to leave without a word.
This, is this still human?
Swish.
Chen Yang remained silent, sweeping his sword out.
The semi-arc shaped sword light flashed and vanished, wiping out everyone including the middle-aged man.
For these people, Chen Yang felt no sympathy. Since they were intent on fighting for the remnant map, they should also be prepared to be killed.
Like moths to a fla, courting their own death.
Sigh.
Chen Yang sheathed his sword, taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming fatigue.
"Chen Yang, put down."
Gu Zhiqing, sharing a horse with Chen Yang, could clearly feel the exhaustion emanating from him, and said coldly, "I'm a burden."
Chen Yang ignored her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he scanned the surroundings before focusing on a mountain pass ahead.
Seeing Chen Yang remain silent, Gu Zhiqing prepared to dismount.
However, Chen Yang held her down.
"Let go, I want to leave."
Gu Zhiqing struggled, coldly saying, "I, Gu Zhiqing, never burden anyone."
"Shut up," Chen Yang said.
Gu Zhiqing: "..."
She instinctively looked up at the man behind her, filled with disbelief.
This guy dared to be fierce to her?
"Let go of ," Gu Zhiqing uttered word by word.
Chen Yang t her gaze, calmly saying, "I don't care what you think, since I dragged you into this, I, Chen Yang, will take full responsibility."
"At this mont, leaving alone, have you thought of the consequences?"
"None of your business," Gu Zhiqing retorted.
"I'm making it my business."
Gu Zhiqing: "..."
Afterwards, the two simply stared at each other, eyes locked.
"Yang Hu."
Chen Yang turned, instructing Yang Hu, "Utilize the terrain at the mountain pass ahead to set up a trap."
"Got it!"
Yang Hu nodded in agreent, then continued, "Miss Zhiqing, just stay put. Our boss never abandoned anyone on the battlefield, then or now."
Gu Zhiqing averted her gaze, remaining silent.
In front of the mountain pass.
Yang Hu dragged so bamboo, sharpened one end, and set them aside for use. Seeing Chen Yang had brought so old vines, skinning and twisting them into ropes, he went to the side and began digging.
Ten years guarding Hanyun Valley.
Setting up traps with local materials in the dense forest was second nature to them.
Moreover, the traps they made were trendously lethal, enough to kill even a strong horse with a single blow.
At this point, they could only use this thod to delay those people's advance, buying themselves ti to recover.
Gu Zhiqing sat quietly on the side, occasionally glancing at Chen Yang, fury on her face.
Growing up, she, Gu Zhiqing, was actually scolded by a man.
She wanted to ask if help was needed, but despite trying to speak several tis, she couldn't bring herself to utter a word.
Half an hour later.
"Now, let's see them suffer,"
Yang Hu wiped the sweat off his forehead, grinning, "I wonder who will step into this."
"Let's go."
Without further ado, Chen Yang pulled Gu Zhiqing onto the horse, quickly disappearing into the night.
He didn't know what lay ahead; everything was unknown.
Shortly after they left, led by Gu Xing, the people of Biluo Sword Valley rushed toward the pass.
Hooves flying, yellow sand sweeping.
Seeing the ground full of corpses, the group slowed down.
One person went to check, then returned to report to Gu Xing, "The bodies are still warm; they can't have left long ago."
"Hmph!"
Gu Xing coldly laughed, "I'd like to see how far you can run."
"Speed up and give chase!!"
"Yes!"
A group of dozens accelerated, heading straight for the pass ahead.
"..."
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