Lei Jiu was covered in wounds after such a fierce battle, yet he continued to fight like an animal . He truly deserved to be the young leader of the Nine Songs Tribe, as well as the top cultivator under the young master of the Huangfu clan . His right arm had been torn off, his chest had a large hole with blood oozing out, his battle armor was tattered, one eye had been pierced by an arrow, and his left leg had a large area of skin peeled off to leave behind a mass of fresh flesh, and yet, even when faced with the coordinated assault of so many powerful cultivators, he still managed to stand tall without retreating .
No fewer than a dozen people at the peak of early Foundation Stage—all of whom elites of their own clans and sects—had been attacking him, and yet Lei Jiu still managed to kill four of five amidst the bloodbath . In fact, he'd killed so many the elites began to feel a sense of chilling fear .
Rumble … .
Someone saw a flaw at Lei Jiu's defense at the front and stabbed forward . Lei Jiu wasn't able to evade the attack, so he didn't even try to; he simply let out a loud roar and embraced the longsword, causing the tip to pierce into his body amidst the sound of tearing skin and flesh . The person holding the sword was about to shout out in triumph, but Lei Jiu grasped onto the weapon with his own body and reached forward, causing an eye-blinding thunderous light to shine as the cultivator was caught and brought closer .
"Ahhh!"
With a roar, Lei Jiu stomped his foot down on the cultivator's head while his hand tugged upward, causing the cultivator's body to split in half . One half of the corpse was tossed up in the sky, causing blood to rain upon Lei Jiu's head to drench his body and tattered armor .
Tearing his opponent alive, raining blood upon the battleground! Such a display seemed to give him a second wind and desire for combat, and he began to take large steps forward . "Who dares fight against me?" he roared like a wounded lion .
Rumble !
He was clearly stumbling and struggling, yet he was like a great mountain . No one was able to stop his steps, and all the cultivators fearfully moved back without anyone daring to move closer .
"You… are nothing more than a group of lowly rats! What qualifications do you have to kill me?" Lei Jiu roared . His steps began to grow faster until he suddenly started dashing towards a cultivator towards his left front .
"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me!" the cultivator screamed while flying away to dodge, not daring to take on Lei Jiu directly .
"He is already wounded, what else is there to say? Let's kill him together!" someone yelled while activating a large net with sharp barbs . He and a few other cultivators all grabbed a corner of the net and tossed it towards Lei Jiu, who was unable to dodge and had no choice but to let the net cover him . The sharp thorns pierced into his body and even hooked into the marrow of his bones, and yet it seemed he didn't feel pain at all as he rushed towards the cultivators in front of him .
Boom … .
A cultivator was smashed into a pulp by his punch, causing a bloody mist to scatter in its wake .
Tchhht … .
Another cultivator's arm was snatched and torn off when the cultivator tried to escape .
Woosh … .
Lei Jiu threw that arm like a javelin, piercing through and pinning a cultivator who'd attempted to sneak attack him .
There were still some who managed to escape unharmed, and they all pulled the net with great force, causing large chunks of skin and flesh to be tugged off Lei Jiu's body . Lei Jiu was bloodied even further, to the point that if he were an ordinary person, he'd be dead ten times over by now . Even now, he was relying on his powerful cultivation level alone to support him—he was not willing to die such an unworthy death!
"You dare to rebel yet don't dare to come and battle me?
"Lei Jiu is right here! After the chaos you've all created, you cannot escape your deaths . Come and fight me!"
Lei Jiu roared in fury . He was no longer able to chase after anyone anymore, so he could only shout challenges as best he could .
"Go go go, hurry and go kill him! He's on his last breath… . "
"You're telling others to go, but why don't you go?"
"This young leader of the Nine Songs Tribe is indeed very powerful . No matter if he's the lackey of the Huangfu clan or not, he's certainly a big character… . "
All the cultivators had their own thoughts and seemed unwilling to fight this dangerous person any longer, and even the heated enthusiasm Fang Xing had triggered with his earlier speech was nearly completely extinguished thanks to Lei Jiu's will to battle . No one dared to fight Lei Jiu to the death as they had before, and instead began to retreat and push the responsibility onto each other, leaving a large empty space between them and Lei Jiu . Wherever Lei Jiu looked, people began to flee—it was difficult to not see how mighty he was .
"Haha, a group of timid rats . So no one dares to challenge me?" Lei Jiu laughed with such passion and vigor the droplets of blood on his body scattered into the air .
"I shall kill you," a cold voice rose up . Behind all the cultivators was a silhouette riding atop a Dragon Horse, and the long lance in the silhouette's hand suddenly thrust forward . The lance was wreathed in a terrifying blue aura as it rushed towards Lei Jiu like like a venomous dragon .
Lei Jiu's eyes rounded at the sight . He drew in a deep breath before declaring with a deep tone, " You have the qualifications to battle with me, Han Ying . Come!" As he let out a loud roar, he sent his remaining left arm forward and slammed his fist towards the blue long lance with a thunderous light . Even though he'd lost one of his arms, even though he couldn't move freely at will, he'd still battle against Han Ying, one of the top four elites of the western deserts .
Swoosh … .
The long lance was like an invincible dragon as it swam closer towards Lei Jiu .
The attack from Lei Jiu contained all of his Qi . Its might was unmatched and covered with a thunderous light that was blinding and powerful, perhaps even more so than it had been during his glory days . This strike seemed to contain all of his unwillingness and indignation and served to demonstrate his unyielding will for battle .
All the cultivators focused and no longer even blinked . They wanted to see which of these two would win once their most powerful attacks clashed .
Just as Han Ying's lance was about to strike Lei Jiu's fist, it suddenly quivered and dozens of illusory shadows materialized, causing Lei Jiu's strike to meet empty air . Han Ying's lance appeared once more, and by the time the other illusions disappeared, the lance's tip had pierced right through Lei Jiu's chest and into his heart .
Silence .
Everyone had expected Han Ying to meet Lei Jiu's attack head-on, and yet he had unexpectedly chosen to avoid its might . He'd taken advantage of the fact Lei Jiu couldn't move as he wished to pierce right through his heart, and although it was a rather normal method of battle, it caused an unsettled feeling to form in the heart of those who were watching . Lei Jiu's will for battle was as crazed and terrifying as a demon, and yet it had caused the other cultivators to feel a sense of admiration towards him . Many cultivators had even thought Han Ying had chosen to battle Lei Jiu to give him a final tribute, but Han Ying had simply thrust through Lei Jiu's heart with a single strike without giving him a chance to vent any of the anger within .
The thunderous light on Lei Jiu's fist gradually disappeared . The light that had represented his indignation didn't manage to land .
Lei Jiu's gaze towards Han Ying was filled with anger, but most of all it was filled with disappointment and frustration . Although he could no longer speak, his eyes were calling Han Ying a coward . Han Ying, however, didn't show any expression and simply looked at Lei Jiu in a cold manner .
"What qualifications do you have to fight me ?" As Han Ying looked at the disappointed and angry expression on Lei Jiu's face, his ice-cold face began to show disdain . "You've found some pride in being a flunky? No matter how strong you are, you're just some vicious guard dog . What qualifications do you have to fight me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Ying grasped the lance and sent Lei Jiu flying with a loud roar . The enormous power over the lance detonated, causing Lei Jiu's body to explode outward in pieces to form a bloody mist that was consumed by the black smog . Only Lei Jiu's head was left intact, and as it fell towards the ground, Han Ying skewered it with his lance before raising it up to show to all the cultivators . "Lei Jiu is dead!"
The announcement traveled far within the black smog, and although the cultivators were stunned for a moment, it didn't take much longer for them to start loudly celebrating .
"Haha, dead?" A loud laugh rang out in response and a youth with a pair of golden wings on his back came forward . It was none other than Fang Xing, and Han Ying smiled before tossing over Lei Jiu's head when he saw him .
"Sh*t, all bloody and dirty, isn't this disgusting?" Fang Xing snorted and kicked the head away before starting to laugh . "Brothers, let us attack the Sword Mound to plunder the Sword Embryos!" His voice reverberated all throughout, catching the ears of not only those within the black smog, but those in the Chaotic Stone Valley below as well . Everyone's blood soon began to boil and they shouted out in joy .
Of course, there were also those who merely clicked their tongue and thought, 'Who is your brother, little demon?' Since this little demon was the only reason they were about to enter the Sword Mound, however, they also followed suit in celebration .
"Let's go!" Fang Xing flew through the sky and the black smog began rolling towards the Sword Mound like a tidal wave . The black smog that covered the skies and sun was like a giant flag leading the madness of the cultivators in the sky above and on the ground below .
"Attack the Sword Mound! Distribute the Sword Embryos!"
A countless number of people cheered before flying up into the black smog to join the great army of bandits . No matter who it was, no matter what their views were on the Huangfu clan, this was the only choice they'd make . F*ck the Huangfu clan, no matter how mighty they were, how was that comparable to the importance of the Sword Embryos?
In moments, the cultivators were like a large school of fish as everyone covered their faces and followed closely behind the smog moving towards the Sword Mound . Even some Snowy Mountain disciples Xiao Xue chose for their daringness had covered their faces and were being led by her to join the other pillagers . It had to be said it would be hard for anyone to remain unmoved at the prospect of robbing the Huangfu clan!
Fang Xing and the golden crow borrowed the cover of the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits to quietly land atop a mountain . As they looked at that large cloud and the countless number of cultivators following close behind, Fang Xing felt it was a spectacular sight and laughed . "Damn, those bastards aren't stupid, huh? They'd normally try to flip the heavens and earth to receive Huangfu's reward, yet once the crucial moment arrives, they'll go and rob them as well… . "
The golden crow snickered . "The blame is definitely going to fall on your shoulders . How are you going to sort it out?"
"This group of bastards wants me to carry their blame, then I will use them as my weapons . Let the Peng King lure them to attack the Sword Mound in order to draw the attention of the Eight Bewitched Followers guarding it . We'll sneak in from the back door… . "
The golden crow's eyes lit up . "In that case, doesn't that mean we get the pick of all the Sword Embryos?"
Fang Xing showed a proud smile . "Let's go and see if we can take them all and let everyone else attack an empty Sword Mound… . "
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