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Chapter 124

The bright torches shone brightly across . The young woman’s eyes showed a look of disbelief . She shouted loudly, "We’re at the back of the mountain, further beyond is a cliff, how did you guys manage to climb up?"





Hearing the young woman’s voice, Pei Zi Yun gave a cold look at his oncoming enemies . They had extremely hostile appearances . Could it be the tribe’s enemies, the other mountain tribes?

"Kill!"

More than twenty mountain people surrounded them, all of them with menacing killing intent . Their sheaths were all hanging from their waists, empty . Their blades were reflecting the light from their torches . As they started to cordon off Pei Zi Yun’s escape path, they were shouting loudly, and it was an intimidating sight .

"Finish them!"

Pei Zi Yun drew his longsword and gave a cold laugh . His sword was glistening under the light . "Zhng" The tip of his sword burst into flames momentarily before a white strand of energy rested on the blade of the sword . He had imbued his sword with energy, as it shook vigorously under his firm grip, and he almost lost control .

"Pu" The nearest attacker was stabbed in his throat, where a wide gaping hole formed . Blood gushed out of his new orifice .

Pei Zi Yun then saw the shine of a blade about to fall upon him . Instantly, his shadow turned into a blur . With inhuman speed, he appeared at the right side of his next opponent . Unable to dodge, all he could do was watch in shock . He gasped at the absurdity of the situation, as he heard the sound of the longsword penetrating into his body without any resistance . Before he knew it, the entire length of the sword had buried itself within his body . Pei Zi Yun then pulled his sword out .

"Ah . . . . " It took a much longer time to describe the situation compared to the speed in which it happened . He moved so quickly that both his victims fell to the ground at the same time .

"Fight, follow the Young Chieftain and repel our enemies!"

"Kill! Kill him!" Someone shouted . Immediately after, several blades were upon him .

"Blinding Light Technique!"

Immediately after he uttered those words, an entire screen of blinding white light formed in front of him . Everyone was temporarily blinded and stunned by the light, and could not see what was happening .

"Die!" Pei Zi Yun stepped to the left and lodged his sword into the left shoulder of the nearest enemy . He pulled his sword back out and dodged to the right before stabbing another person in the heart .

Shifting his stance after every step, his sword flew in all directions . The people who had surrounded him fell to the ground one by one . Some had their throats ripped out by the ferocity of the sword techniques and blood splattered in all directions .





As the Blinding Light Technique started to wane, the mountain warriors who had attacked him were astonished and horrified . They started screaming in fear, "Magical arts, the High Priest’s magic arts!"

"Do not panic . " At this point, a middle-aged mountain warrior charged towards him, "Give me your life!"

His sword then charged towards Pei Zi Yun, threatening his life .

"Be brave, be brave!" Several timid warriors started shouting, as if to regain their composure and bravery .

The sky was initially cloudy, but they had dispersed by now . The cold moonlight and the flickering of stars cast some light down from overhead . With the flash of the sword, this middle-aged mountain warrior’s cap flew into the air . All of a sudden, he opened his mouth wide and let out an agonizing loud shout .

His shout lasted for less than a fraction of a second as he fell down to the ground from the ferocity of the blow . Using his palms, he pushed himself off the ground and managed to force himself to his knees . His cap was now missing, and in its place a large mess of red and white could be seen atop his head . Soon after, he fell to the ground, without a sound .

Up to this point, this was the first time that Pei Zi Yun ever had to retreat . He had to dodge two blows from him before returning one deadly strike .

To be able to make Pei Zi Yun retreat meant that he was not an ordinary fighter . The next two warriors before him had clear and sharp gazes . One of them was a young man . Although he had a big frame and a sturdy built, his face was still young and unseasoned . The other was a middle aged man, with high arching eyebrows, his face bore the numerous hardships he had to endure .

'These mountain warriors have developed a proficiency for sword fights through many years of massacre and killings . '

'Their style of fighting is very similar to those of the military men, except their is much more unorthodox and queer . '

They stood there sizing each other up for a very short time . In the next moment, the three of them charged forward, their shadows interlocking . When they broke apart, there was a "Pah" and a wrist was being flung up in the air, as it was hacked off with a fierce uppercut . The victim tried to catch his falling, severed wrist with both hands instinctively, but realized he was missing a wrist . His remaining hand flailed helplessly as his severed wrist fell to the ground .

"Zhng" Pei Zi Yun parried the strong blow dealt by the young man and broke away from him . The middle aged man who had lost his master hand picked up his sword with his left hand . The moonlight shone onto his face, and Pei Zi Yun took a good look at him . Not a trace of pain could be found on his face, although he did look somewhat distressed . He then wielded the sword and charged towards Pei Zi Yun .

"Pu"

This time, Pei Zi Yun’s sword stabbed him in the left side . The middle-aged man’s eyes gaped wide open . As blood spouted out from his wound . Pei Zi Yun withdrew his sword from within the cavity of the middle aged man, and raised his sword once again to block the timely blow from the young man .





'He’s so young, and clearly doesn’t have a reputable swordsman as a teacher, and yet his skills are already so impressive . This means that he’s innately gifted . '

'It’s a pity that he met me, as he shall die anyway!'

To force Pei Zi Yun to exert his utmost, these two men must’ve had a great deal of practice and experience with sword fights . They were considered extremely proficient swordsmen . However, speaking of proficiency, this young man was slightly better than his older partner .

Sword techniques involved a great deal of military strategies as well . Hence, Pei Zi Yun decided to kill off the weaker person first . In doing so, he eliminated their ability to attack together and cause him problems . Now this young man was on his own .

Within the next second, this young man’s eyes bore a murderous look . His youthful exuberance had been replaced by a sinister and terrifying killing intent . In the next moment, the young man pounced up like a leopard, his sword moving as quick as lightning itself .


"Binding Technique!" The momentary pause earlier was probably for the young man to amass his hatred and energy and lash it out at Pei Zi Yun . It was a pity that Pei Zi Yun wasn’t just a pure fighter . This pause gave him the chance to exhibit his Dao techniques as well .

The young man’s body froze rigidly . Although this technique would only last for a fraction of a second or less, that would be the difference between life and death . In the next moment, the edge of the sword penetrated his skin and parted his flesh . Pei Zi Yun drove the sword through his chest and heart .

The young man had a strange expression on his face . His hands then released his sword as he fell to his knees . His face hardened as his hands touched the blade as if meaning to pick it up once more . The moment his palms touched the handle of the sword, he fell face down onto the ground .

"The Dajiu father and son are dead . The Dajiu father and son are dead!" Within a second, panic spread across the faces of the remaining warriors, most of them in shocked disbelief .

There was a mistake in the news that they had received . The mountain tribes were told that the High Priest’s successor had come to succeed him . Hence, they used fire to contain the snakes so that the successor would not be able to call upon them . Doing this would supposedly weaken the successor, so that killing him was easy . However, they had just witnessed the fierceness of his sword techniques . He was so skillful that even the pair of renowned swordsmen had fallen to him so quickly .

"Follow the Young Chieftain, kill them all!" He Qing Qing paused after seeing everything unfold before her . She then snapped back to the present situation . Raising her blade, she charged through .

"To hell with you! We will never let the High Priest be revived . " The mountain warriors were clearly so afraid of the High Priest’s return that they were pushed to a corner and were driven crazy by fear . Their thoughts were interrupted by a warrior shouting as he charged towards them crazily .

As he got closer, He Qing Qing stepped forward, a smile was etched on her face, her blade raised as well . After several exchanges, the warrior lunged his sword out in a jab . He Qing Qing nimbly evaded the blow, which left the warrior open . She then stabbed his neck from the side . Clutching his wound, he fell to the ground and bled out soon after .

"How is it going on the Young Chieftain’s side?" He Qing Qing turned her head to look . She saw Pei Zi Yun being surrounded by seven or eight warriors . His sword flashing as he jabbed out in assault continuously . He was holding his own against so many of them, and yet they were not a match for him . In the blink of an eye, he had subdued all of them . Every time his sword moved, be it in an attacking stance or a counter attacking stance, blood was spilt . Since he was up against so many people, he could not afford to be graceful and hold back . For if he were to hesitate in the slightest, even someone as skillful as himself would end up being killed . Hence, his sword moved in a crazed frenzy as he strove to subdue all of them within the quickest amount of time possible . Flesh and blood spilled in all directions .

Before a minute even passed, the entire ground was strewn with corpses and blood . The remaining warriors were either pressed to insanity by the sight before them, or they didn’t even have the time to feel fear, as they kept attacking without a care for their own lives . With raised swords, their assault persisted . He Qing Qing witnessed a man’s shoulder being severed from his torso .





The gleam of sword was unceasing and unabating . The number of warriors however dwindled rapidly . The last man standing revealed a grotesque smile before his head was split open . Two large eyeballs popped out from within his sockets as he fell forward .

There was no enemy left . Just as they were about to exhale a sigh of relief, they noticed one warrior standing before Pei Zi Yun, holding a sword . He was trembling violently in fear .

"Speak, who sent you here?" Pei Zi Yun used his hands to wipe the droplets of sweat . His entire body was full of enemies’ blood and sweat . In this short span of killing, Pei Zi Yun’s energy was almost depleted .

"Die!" Although this mountain warrior alone and trembling in fear, he managed to muster all the courage and charged towards Pei Zi Yun . Pei Zi Yun raised his sword lazily and disarmed him instantly . His sword flew up into the air, and landed on the ground a distance away from him . Pei Zi Yun then raised his sword and pointed it at the neck of the warrior . Just as he was about to question him, the warrior charged forward, killing himself at this point of Pei Zi Yun’s sword .

"Pu!" A large stream of blood flowed out from the wound before he fell to the ground . There was so much blood on the floor that it was a sea of red, and the ground could not be seen . His eyes were gleaming, as if there was still hope for these mountain warriors .

At this point, they had defended themselves successfully and killed all their enemies . He Qing Qing’s face was pale, clearly in a state of shock . The pair of mountain warriors who had accompanied them immediately fell to their knees and shouted, "Young Chieftain, the assailants have all been subdued . "

Their bodies trembled, clearly at the point of exhaustion both physically and mentally .

He Qing Qing stood by the side . Her ears pricked as she hurriedly stepped forward, "Young Chieftain, I can hear the sound of drums and people shouting . "

Pei Zi Yun immediately reacted to the sound as well, "Not good, more tribesmen have come to attack us . Hurry, retreat . "

The four of them started running . From afar, they could see the mountain in front of them filled with people . In the dark, the mass of people looked like snakes on the mountain . They all carried torches . Based on Pei Zi Yun’s estimate, there looked to be at least a thousand or two thousands men holding torches . They were extremely imposing and fearsome . As their own tribesmen saw the number of warriors they had, they trembled in panic .

"Hurry, hurry!" The four of them rushed back . When they were near their stronghold, they could see some warriors holding torches as they patrolled around . When the four of them were near, the patrolling warriors shouted from afar, "Is that the tribe leader and the Young Chieftain?"

"Yes, it’s us . " He Qing Qing walked up to acknowledge . When they heard the voice of a woman, the man patrolling the walls heaved a sigh of relief, "Hurry, lower the basket for the tribe leader and Young Chieftain . "

Once they heard the instructions, the men atop the wall released a huge basket supported by vines . The four of them divided into pairs and took took turns to be raised up by the vines . Once they reached the top of the wall, they were greeted by familiar faces . He Qing Qing then heaved a sigh of relief, and was secretly overjoyed, "Thankfully we are all fine . "

"Tribe leader, Young Chieftain, we don’t know why . But the five nearest tribes started attacking us today, and wish to annex our entire tribe . "

Even before Pei Zi Yun could reply, there were rushed footsteps coming from down below .

The footsteps came from all different directions . At first, there was no particular rhythm to their footsteps, but once they converged, their footsteps synchronized with each other .

In a very short amount of time, the top of the wall was surrounded by fellow tribesmen, visible under the moonlight . There were at least a hundred of them, men and women, young and old . Their once ragged clothing had been replaced by a unique set of robes, as though it was prepared for battle . Their eyes were all red with determination .

The old woman from yesterday who had wrinkles all over her face had dressed up in a nice looking set of robes . It looked like a sort of priestess attire . She waved a black flag and had a whistle in her mouth . The rest of the tribe, regardless of whether they were old, or whether they were women all stopped whatever they were doing . They then gathered around in three rows, in attention .

Following their complete assembly, the row of people on the right moved simultaneously and threw out a piece of cloth each . It seemed like the cloth was used as a sheath to their blades . Their blades resembled the Miaodao, except it was about a meter long and had no handle . The edge of the blade looked extremely sharp . They were all standing rigidly, waiting for orders .

'The killing aura that radiated from this group is extremely impressive, along with their fearsome formation . '

'Even if they starved, or if their clothes were rags, their war banners, their war uniforms and even weapons were being preserved and upkept extremely well . '

Pei Zi Yun glance at them and was astounded . A chill ran up from his spine to his head .

When he ascended the mountain yesterday, he saw a bunch of poor and starved mountain people . Hence when the young woman said that the remaining group of people within the stronghold were the most loyal, he did not think too much of it . All he thought was that he had to protect these people .

However seeing this scene unfold before him, he saw their true colors and understood what the young woman had meant .

"Young Chieftain, the Lumen Troops are all assembled and ready for orders . " The old woman said loudly . The black flag was dancing in the wind, beneath the flag the entire tribe were assembled . Seeing the scene before them, the young woman opened her mouth in shock as well . Pei Zi Yun looked at them and understood .

'He Qing Qing was just in charge of the provisions and ensuring the tribe had enough food and necessities . The person who was truly in charge here was the old woman who was holding onto the flag!'

'For great senior uncle to call himself a King, I had found it funny . However based on what I’m looking at right now, in order for him to achieve that, he had an extraordinary way of doing things . He must’ve trained everyone within the stronghold to fight in formation . '

'It’s been twenty years, and the remaining people still have the same unity and determination as before!'





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