Chapter 1008

Wanqi Song led over a hundred Bailong warriors and hurried toward the pier. If his nephew hadn't left, they could have split into two groups—one to take the Hot Spring Cottage and one to take the pier warehouses—very leisurely.

Now he only had a hundred or so men under his command, stretched thin.

Moreover, the Hot Spring Cottage still had the State Preceptor of the Mou Nation and his hundred elite subordinates.

Better not to provoke them for now.

The Yangshan guard team still had over four hundred people on Suoding Island; the pier was probably already in a chaotic battle. He would go to the pier first, just in time to rendezvous with the hundred or so clansmen left there and jointly wipe out He Lingchuan's remaining forces.

A gentle breeze blew on Qingyun Road, and the wind-shielding barrier was still working.

Wanqi Song strode forward, full of spirit, feeling that the air tonight was sweet.

Was this the taste of success? He had fought with all his might and finally won a victory that settled the situation! The Bailong people had been stifled for so long and finally waited for their luck to turn! They had just turned a steep slope when the bushes by the road suddenly moved. Wanqi Song, running, caught a flash of cold light out of the corner of his eye.

A sneak attack?

He was experienced in battle and didn't stand still to look back; he lowered his body and lunged forward.

Sure enough, a chill shaved past the top of his scalp, and a long saber flew past, spinning. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his throat would have been slit by now.

"Enemy attack!"

The Bailong warriors rushed up, guarding their leader while charging toward the tree shadows.

However, just as they were about to take a step, the trees on the other side of Qingyun Road rustled, and a massive figure rushed into the middle of the road at an astonishing speed.

This was a Golden Armored Copper Guard as tall as a story, holding a tree trunk as thick as a water bucket! It was tall and long-legged, and more agile than a human; it jumped three zhang in one leap, so it reached Wanqi Song in two steps and swung the tree trunk at him.

The posture was like a golf swing, from bottom to top.

Wanqi Song was leaning over to dodge the flying saber and hadn't had time to stand straight when he felt himself covered by a huge shadow. The wind whistled in his ears, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the tree trunk filling his field of vision.

There were even a few half-yellow, half-green leaves left on the branches.

In his haste, Wanqi Song didn't have time to think; he channeled his Qi and raised his axe to block.

With a loud "bang," he was knocked flying, axe and all, tracing a high arc in the air.

Thanks to the immense strength of the Golden Armored Copper General, he flew higher than the tree canopy and fell toward the jungle by the side of the road.

There wouldn't be anything good waiting for him there.

Taking a direct hit from the Golden Armored Copper Man, Wanqi Song's arms went numb, but while in mid-air, he launched a "Shadow-Following" technique, dashing behind a large tree below and landing early.

This single combat skill used up a third of his true energy.

But as long as he avoided falling into the enemy's ambush, it was worth it.

Yet, just as his feet touched the ground, a shadow appeared behind him, silent and soundless.

Although Wanqi Song didn't see it immediately, the hair on his back stood up, and he knew the enemy had closed in.

He swung his axe backward.

The opponent seemed prepared, lowering his head and twisting his hips to deliver a side kick, which landed directly on his waist, kicking him out more than two zhang away.

This move was fast, accurate, and ruthless! Wanqi Song clearly saw the opponent lift his leg, but his body's reaction was ultimately a step slower than his consciousness.

He had specially worn double armor inside and out tonight, and his body was overflowing with Qi during the fight; the opponent's kick was like hitting a leather ball, and by the time it reached his body, the force had already been greatly reduced.

Even so, Wanqi Song still felt his vision go black and almost couldn't catch his breath.

This kick was sinister and tricky, landing on his kidney; an ordinary person would have suffered internal bleeding and shock on the spot, dying if not treated in time.

Wanqi Song was a battle-hardened warrior and could force himself to hold his breath and endure the pain in such a situation, rolling to his feet, though his face was flushed red.

And the opponent had already closed in.

The forest was very dark, and the opponent's eyes flashed with a faint cold light in the night.

So close, Wanqi Song finally saw the opponent's face clearly, and the next second his eyes widened, and he gasped: "You! Impossible! You died!"

With sword-like brows and bright eyes, and a tall, imposing figure, it was none other than He Lingchuan! But half a quarter of an hour ago, this person had clearly had his head chopped off by him! That feeling could not be wrong.

Wanqi Song had chopped off countless heads in his life and had long since developed a feel for killing.

Therefore, the moment he saw He Lingchuan, his mind went blank, cold air overflowed in his heart, and he froze on the spot.

On this night of bleak wind and cold rain, the person he had just killed had suddenly come back to life. As soon as Wanqi Song saw He Lingchuan's face, he remembered the expression of the head he had killed.

The two overlapped in his eyes, bypassing reason and instantly giving birth to the deepest fear.

But he was ultimately firm-willed; after a brief moment of distraction, he suppressed his instincts and immediately realized: "You faked..."

This brat faked his death to trick him and the Beijia people! But before he could finish, cold light flashed before his eyes, and He Lingchuan swung his saber silently, aiming straight for his neck.

Wanqi Song raised his axe to block, feeling as if he were fighting the Golden Armored Copper General again! What tyrannical strength!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged a dozen moves.

This youth didn't look like much, but his strength was astonishingly high, and his combat skills were seasoned and ruthless. Wanqi Song was at a disadvantage because he had been caught off guard and was terrified, but his foundation was solid, and his defense was airtight.

After taking a dozen blows, Wanqi Song was beaten back repeatedly, his arms numb, and he couldn't regain the initiative. On the final downward slash, Wanqi Song tried his best to discharge the force into the ground, but his feet sank an inch into the mud.

What kind of pampered rich young master was this? Island Master He was so fierce that he probably had as many lives on his hands as he did! Only then did he realize that the battle on Qingyun Road earlier was the other party intentionally showing him a flaw.

He Lingchuan fought more and more enjoyably, seizing the opportunity to deflect Wanqi Song's axe, forcing him to expose his chest, and then his left fist struck like a hook, hitting his opponent's Juque acupoint! This was the depression between the chest and abdomen, unprotected by hard ribs. He Lingchuan's Zi-Wu true energy directly shook the soft internal organs, hitting Wanqi Song so hard he flew sideways, spitting blood in mid-air, and couldn't get up after landing.

In a head-on collision, he had actually lost.

The ground under his feet suddenly collapsed slightly; this was the precursor to the activation of a supernatural power.

Wanqi Song was alert and felt something was wrong even amidst the intense pain, struggling to move a few steps away.

And then, a behemoth flipped out from underground, standing right on the ground where he had just been standing!

A house.

No, it was a giant snail shell as big as a wooden house.

Borrowing a bit of faint light from heaven and earth, he discovered a slimy, strange creature under the snail shell.

Strictly speaking, this thing was carrying the snail shell.

It had two antenna-like eyes and a long tail like a snail, but its limbs were exceptionally long, and its mouth could stretch to the back of its ears, looking very much like a frog.

It was strange and uncoordinated; even if it were a monster, it wouldn't grow into such a pieced-together appearance.

Wanqi Song, who had fought in many battles and seen many big scenes, was a bit stunned at the first encounter.

What the hell was this thing?

(End of chapter)