The news that Chen Yang would set traps along the way spread through the entire Northern Mountain at an incredible speed.
In shock at Chen Yang's ability to set up deadly traps, many people slowed their pace and beca more cautious.
Who knows if he has set traps elsewhere?
The most crucial point is that traps are difficult to spot at a glance, let alone under the cover of night.
Even with the bright moon, visibility is less than one-fifth of normal.
And this is precisely the effect that Chen Yang desired.
By a small river ten kiloters from the pass, Chen Yang, Yang Hu, and Gu Zhiqing had long dismounted and were resting nearby.
No matter how strong, no one can withstand such tornt.
Chen Yang's face was slightly pale, his breath quickened. He looked back and, once sure he couldn't hear any hoofbeats, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Let's all rest for a while; there might be a tough battle ahead."
During the journey, Chen Yang learned from Gu Zhiqing that on the other side of this primitive mountain range was the vast sea, aning it was nearly impossible to outrun the pursuers behind.
Given the circumstances, guerrilla warfare was the only option.
This forest was large enough that, through tactical encirclent and focused attacks, they might have a slim chance of survival.
Of course, the toughest obstacle was Biluo Sword Valley.
Mu Gang was strong.
But Gu Xing and several others working together could tie with Mu Gang, ultimately ending in a draw.
Unconsciously, Chen Yang glanced at the Ancestral Sword in his hand.
He estimated that the power of the Ancestral Sword could be used no more than twice, and given the current situation, even twice might be too risky.
Now he could only hope that no other powerful forces apart from Biluo Sword Valley would get involved.
With that thought, Chen Yang smiled bitterly.
After all, it's because his own power was not strong enough; otherwise, he wouldn't be in a situation where thousands were chasing him through the mountains.
"Power..."
Chen Yang was helpless, and never in his life had he desired strength as much as now.
Unfortunately, he had just broken into the Heavenly Saint Realm, and though he'd tried to break through further, touching the threshold of Half-step Divine Conquest, he still couldn't find the way in.
Sothing always seed to be missing.
Shaking his head, Chen Yang stopped thinking about it and sat with his eyes closed to ditate.
Gu Zhiqing sat on a rock beside him, holding a banana leaf that Chen Yang had given her, shaped into a cylinder for water.
It might have been the mountain spring water, or perhaps she was just really thirsty, but the water tasted slightly sweet, refreshing her to the core.
She propped her chin with one hand, watching Chen Yang's back.
This man appeared ordinary.
Yet, after spending ti with him, he was unique in every way.
Unparalleled and one-of-a-kind?
"Chirp..."
Just as Gu Zhiqing was lost in her thoughts, a loud cry suddenly echoed from the sky above.
Anyone with a little understanding of birds would know it was the call of a hawk.
The loud, sharp sound was particularly piercing in the dark night, the sound waves rolling.
Gu Zhiqing and Yang Hu looked up to see a hawk with a wingspan of half a ter circling overhead, crying out sharply.
The two of them paid it little mind.
The creature was accustod to nocturnal activity.
However, less than ten minutes later, the hawk's call was heard again overhead.
This ti, it wasn't just one but five, circling continuously, crying out repeatedly.
This was clearly not right, as hawks usually traveled alone; why were they in a group?
As the saying goes, when sothing unusual happens, there's sothing amiss.
"This isn't right."
Gu Zhiqing suddenly stood up and called urgently to Chen Yang as she walked towards him, "These must be Biluo Sword Valley's trained hawks, ant for searching. We must go, quickly."
Yang Hu grabbed a handful of stones and hurled them into the sky.
With several sharp cries, all five hawks were struck down.
Gu Zhiqing's words made Chen Yang, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly tense up inside.
Then he leapt up.
Just as he was about to pull Gu Zhiqing onto the horse, a brilliant beam of light suddenly pierced the sky.
Shriiing!
The horse in front of Chen Yang was struck and fell to the ground, dead.
"Now, where can you run, Chen Yang? I, Gu Xing, give you a chance to draw your sword!"
A short sentence, steady and powerful.
Every word was sonorous, with commanding dominance.
However, for Chen Yang and this entire quiet forest, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue.
Especially for Gu Zhiqing, it was like the words of death.
Even Yang Hu broke into a cold sweat on his forehead, his limbs shaking uncontrollably.
The sheer montum and sound wave were too much for him to bear.
Chen Yang turned to face the group of people erging silently from the darkness, who approached on foot to avoid alerting their prey.
Clearly, they had succeeded.
"Those who insult Biluo Sword Valley shall be killed without rcy!" leading was none other than Gu Xing. He brandished a sword, thumb pushing the blade out three inches, its sharp edge gleaming.
The vast open space by the river felt enveloped by a chilling murderous intent simply due to the unsheathing of one sword.
Give you a chance to draw your sword.
Whether as an insult or to kill Chen Yang honorably, Gu Xing's formidable strength and domineering nature were displayed in full glory at that mont.
The later arrivals were almost overwheld by the atmosphere, nearly collapsing on the spot; this protector of Biluo Sword Valley truly had unparalleled strength and unmatched boldness.
"Draw your sword or surrender."
Gu Xing's face was cold, one hand holding his sheathed sword, his tone indifferent and unquestionable.
Gu Zhiqing stepped forward.
"Humph!"
Seeing this, Gu Xing laughed coldly, "What, you, a traitor, want to fight too? Hm?!"
"However, you are still a direct descendant of Biluo Sword Valley; if you feel remorse, I can give you a way out."
Chen Yang blocked Gu Zhiqing and faced Gu Xing directly.
Clang!
Gu Xing's sword was further unsheathed by two more inches.
Drawing out five inches of the sword showed imnse confidence and utter disdain for Chen Yang.
"Still not drawing your sword?"
Gu Xing took a few steps closer, aggressively advancing within ten ters of Chen Yang.
As he moved forward, his cold eyes were fixed on Chen Yang.
Those who ca from all directions to vie for the scraps were not even worthy of entering Gu Xing's sight.
Today, he was the ruler here.
"What does your Biluo Sword Valley count for?"
Chen Yang spoke, a strong retort to Gu Xing's vow to kill anyone who disrespected Biluo Sword Valley.
"Clang!"
The Ancestral Sword was drawn; a chill glittered across the sky.
"..."
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