Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 133 - 94: I Guard the Lamp, You Wield the Blade
Li Yuan suddenly learned a lesson: when breaking into a room to kill, avoid using doors and windows if possible.
It’s clear that assassination won’t work.
But it doesn’t matter, since he’s already so close... it’s no longer an issue.
Without further ado, he took a deep breath, then directly detonated the second drop of Shadow Blood within him, grabbing the edge of the main tent with his left hand, violently lifting and tossing it.
The tent was immediately flung aside by the great force, revealing the tables and chairs inside, as well as General Qing Xiang, who had just woken up in shock and reached for his blade.
Swish...
Swish swish swish...
The blade in Li Yuan’s hand began to vibrate crazily, and his blood vibrated along with it.
At the moment the tent flew away, Li Yuan stamped on the ground, the blade edges of his Dragon Spear Blade quivering, whispering, the noise growing wilder, erupting into a hysterical scream.
Stimulated by this, General Qing Xiang’s blood surged, and he roared wildly, swinging his sword like a whirlwind, stirring up dust and grass as his blade clashed with the approaching weapon.
However, the horror and fear in his pupils grew deeper...
That blade...
It was not just a sword, but a long weapon... a long weapon with an edge...
The blade of this long weapon was screaming.
Screaming like a demon fiend.
Time seemed to slow down,
His blade had not yet touched the opponent’s weapon, but General Qing Xiang already knew he was defeated.
Even though he had not been struck by the opponent’s blade, his confidence had already been shattered by it.
This was a blade like a demon fiend.
What kind of blade is this?!
"Why?!!!"
General Qing Xiang roared furiously.
In the next moment, his blade and his body were both split in half in a manner as bloodthirsty and brutal as from a primitive era.
This all happened in the blink of an eye. The thieves in the camp had just awakened, and many of General Qing Xiang’s personal guards hadn’t grasped the situation yet. Even many of the Eighth and Ninth Grade experts among the bandits still didn’t understand what had happened...
They only knew there was an enemy attack, so they grabbed their weapons and rushed out.
Only after rushing out did they realize the enemy was just one person.
A single person, in the moonlight, holding a weapon that appeared to be both spear and blade.
Seeing them, the man charged directly at them.
An Eighth Grade Chiliarch unleashed his Shadow Blood, his long blade cutting through the air like a rainbow, slashing at the man.
Everyone heard only a piercing scream...
The chiliarch, along with his blade, was directly split in two.
But the chiliarch’s real trump card was another Seventh Grade chiliarch.
The Seventh Grade chiliarch had already circled behind Li Yuan, using the tent for cover, and as Li Yuan struck, he moved like a gale, his spear darting like a python, silently stabbing towards Li Yuan’s back.
Li Yuan’s Dragon Spear Blade swayed, turning him around like a returning horseman, his spear striking silently as it extended with his arm, piercing directly into the Seventh Grade chiliarch’s throat.
The chiliarch’s eyes widened, because... he hadn’t heard the sound of the spear tip piercing out from the opponent.
"Who... are... you..."
Li Yuan frowned. Still able to speak?
His spear tip flicked, the Shadow Blood Shirt burst open entirely, and the Seventh Grade chiliarch was lifted into the air. The blade vibrated, and with an upward slash, the chiliarch was split open.
Blood rained down as the body fell to the ground.
"The consumption seems manageable."
Li Yuan felt his condition.
Originally, he was worried about being worn down by this army, but once he started fighting, he understood another truth: he... couldn’t be worn down. At least these minions couldn’t wear him down.
The young man took a deep breath, his gaze scanning quickly, and seeing the "Seventh Grade value" existence, he charged over and struck down with a single slash.
The bandits were all stunned...
Then, his gaze swept swiftly.
Eighth Grade, slain with one slash.
Seventh Grade, slain with one slash.
Eighth Grade, Eighth Grade, Ninth Grade, Eighth Grade, Ninth Grade, Ninth Grade, Ninth Grade...
Li Yuan just swept through the values, killing swiftly among the crowd.
Because his targets were extremely clear, there were no sneak attacks against him.
And this was something that other Seventh Grades could not possibly accomplish; invading an unfamiliar domain, who would know who was strong or weak? If you put all your effort into dealing with an enemy in front of you, and a stronger enemy disguised as a small soldier ambushed you from behind, you’d be finished.
Thus, normal martial artists wouldn’t dare to charge into battle: for fear of exhaustion, ambush, and encountering one stronger than themselves.
Unfortunately, these concerns didn’t apply to Li Yuan.
In a matter of minutes, General Qing Xiang’s entire camp had collapsed.
The experts were almost entirely slain...
All the bandits began to flee in every direction...
Li Yuan continued chasing and killing, his target particularly clear: if you were an expert... you must die.
Suddenly, someone shouted "Blood Saber Ancestor."
Immediately after, the cry of "Blood Saber Ancestor" grew louder.
"It’s Blood Saber Ancestor!"
"Ancestor, spare us!!"
"Spare us!"
The bandits scattered like birds and beasts.
Li Yuan had killed a batch, but couldn’t kill them all, as the bandits fled too scatteredly.
With his goal achieved, he quickly ransacked the camp and soon gathered some seven or eight thousand taels of silver. As for weapons and hidden weapons, he couldn’t take them nor did he care for them.
Afterward, he was about to set the place on fire.
But after some thought, he suddenly retrieved a sack, and then...
...
...
The next day.
At the entrance of Antelope Pass, rows of wooden sticks were planted, with heads impaled on them, ghastly standing in the wind, blood-soaked hair waving in the breeze.
Antelope Pass was the only route for those coming from the north to enter the Three Counties, a narrow gorge...
And a White Sparrow perched on the mountain flank of the gorge, overlooking the scene below.
...
Elsewhere.
The Frost Sword Sect and the Blood Saber Sect, after negotiation, finally formed an alliance.
Joining the alliance were the Chenghua Sect of Tian Nan County and Shuiyue Nunnery of Hua Mo County.
They would work together to resist foreign invaders, as everyone understood the consequences of the lips gone, the teeth are cold.
Having fulfilled their mission, the three heroine mounted their horses to leave, but just as they were about to depart, a messenger came running swiftly from the road outside the Inner City, shouting gleefully as he ran.
"General Qing Xiang is dead!"
"General Qing Xiang’s army is annihilated!!"
The three heroines all showed amazement, glancing at each other in disbelief, and they stopped the messenger to ask, "Who died?"
"General Qing Xiang, the bandit leader entrenched outside, he’s dead! His army was also destroyed!" the messenger said.
Pang San Niang said blankly, "Really?"
The messenger replied, "Many bandits were scared crazy, fleeing back while shouting, you can see for yourself if you go outside."
Pang San Niang and her companions, both shocked and delighted, ran quickly towards the North City. Along the road, they indeed saw people crazed and crying out, "Ancestor, spare us, Ancestor, spare us..."
A curious heroine asked, "Ancestor? Which Ancestor?"
Pang San Niang understood, and pronounced word by word, "Blood... Saber... Ancestor..."
The heroine expressed disbelief, "Can Blood Saber Ancestor alone drive General Qing Xiang’s army crazy? Even a Sixth Grade might not accomplish that?"
Pang San Niang’s face turned grave, because she too found it unimaginable...
