Chapter 189: Hu Bao's Sacrifice

"Hahaha! Not wishing to be born on the same year, month, and day, but wishing to die on the same year, month, and day!" This was said by Hu Bao, who also said, "I, Hu Bao, to meet brothers like you in my lifetime is worth dying for."

"Yeah, I, Linghu Shang, have lived in seclusion half my life; I never expected to still meet you at the end of my years and join the Jianghu Grand Alliance—this life is not wasted!" It's rare that Linghu Shang would say such things.

Yan Shanhai whispered to his two companions, "Having you makes me, Yan Shanhai, very fortunate! But we cannot die together, otherwise everyone in the world will die! Later I will hold them off; you escape! They dare not pursue to Dong Hai; the rest is up to you! Alive, bring the news out!"

"Sect Master Yan—" Hu Bao hadn't finished speaking when Yan Shanhai already rushed out.

"You will surely die today! Go accompany those who died on the Dong Hai shore! Hahaha!" Nan Zhongyi tore the black cloth from his face, revealing a cruel, merciless smile; he held a long spear, thunder roared in the sky, as if drawn by his spear, gathering power.

"What a pity... what a pity..." Yan Shanhai fought the enemy while sighing.

"What pity?"

"What a pity I can't personally watch you die miserably!"

"That's indeed a pity, but I'd rather watch you die miserably first!" Nan Zhongyi swung his spear and charged again.

This is destined to be an unfair battle.

"Kill!" Yan Shanhai roared, his anger bursting through this cold bamboo forest.

Only see the Mount Song Sword instantly expand hundreds of times! The blade swelled wildly, as if it would pierce the heavens! Powerful sword qi erupted in the bamboo forest.

How could Nan Zhongyi be timid? In previous defeats, either he was exhausted or the strength gap was too great. This time, he fortunately gained the upper hand; he couldn't possibly let this chance slip.

"All together, kill him!" Nan Zhongyi waved his hand, and seventeen people charged at Yan Shanhai together.

Yan Shanhai seemed like a target, becoming the focus of many arrows. But his Mount Song Sword blocked in front of him.

"Bang!"

Seventeen crescent moon sabres pierced the Mount Song Sword. Yan Shanhai exerted himself with both hands to hold it up; otherwise he would have been flung away instantly.

But how could he hold on? The Mount Song Sword was collapsing at visible speed; within a few blinks, Yan Shanhai would be stabbed into a hole by the crescent moon sabres.

At that moment, a figure flashed onto the battlefield.

Like a tiger and leopard, savage and ferocious, he charged in! He didn't care about anything, just rushed in headlong.

It was Hu Bao!

"Quickly take Sect Master Yan and leave!" Hu Bao roared anguishedly! He stood before the Mount Song Sword, both hands holding up the crescent moon sabres! He exerted all his strength in a desperate effort!

A fourth-level heaven expert sacrificed everything just to unleash this move!

Fierce tiger and hunting leopard poked their heads out of the bamboo forest, then lunged down fiercely, aiming to tear the Western Depot Eighteen Riders into pieces!

Hu Bao's final move was immensely powerful, but against seventeen peers of equal rank, it still couldn't turn the tide!

But it could definitely buy a brief moment.

The seventeen experts were all restrained in their limbs, momentarily unable to move; they could only act after defeating Hu Bao.

"Hu Bao!" Yan Shanhai never expected Hu Bao to make such a choice.

"Hurry! I can't hold on much longer!" Hu Bao's voice faded from loud to soft, because the exhaustion was too great, his strength draining too fast!

Yan Shanhai said no more, instantly retracting the Mount Song Sword. The huge sword shadow vanished from the horizon.

Seeing this, Nan Zhongyi immediately reacted. He flicked his spear, aiming to get past Hu Bao and hold back Yan Shanhai and Linghu Shang.

Then Hu Bao kicked his foot, sending the big knife flying up, shooting toward Nan Zhongyi.

The knife's light sliced through the chill.

Nan Zhongyi could only deal with the big knife.

Linghu Shang then struck with another palm toward Nan Zhongyi.

"Boom!" Smoke filled the sky.

This palm certainly couldn't harm Nan Zhongyi, but by the time he saw clearly, Yan Shanhai and Linghu Leng had already disappeared.

At the same time, the seventeen crescent moon sabres shattered the fierce tiger and hunting leopard, then all pierced into Hu Bao's body.

Hu Bao died on the spot!

"Siss..." the crescent moon sabres were pulled out one after another.

"Bang!" Hu Bao fell backward with a crash.

Bright red blood flowed from his warm body, dyeing the fallen leaves red, filling the gaps.

"Chase!" Nan Zhongyi hastily ordered.

Because Yan Shanhai made this decision early, neither he nor Linghu Shang were injured, so they fled swiftly. Moreover, the bamboo in the forest was tangled and complex, obscuring vision; for a moment the Western Depot Eighteen Riders could not catch up.

Yan Shanhai and Linghu Shang only dared to stop late at night; by then they had left the bamboo forest. They bent over, hands on knees, panting. As peerless masters, they had never fled in such desperation before; this experience also counts as a stroke of dark and light ink in their lives.

"They can't catch up, right?" Yan Shanhai asked Linghu Shang.

"We've already reached the Dong Hai territory; they wouldn't dare come, right?" Linghu Shang said uncertainly.

Regardless of whether it's certain, they wouldn't run anyway—they simply couldn't move.

"Hu Bao..." Yan Shanhai brought up this painful matter.

"I never expected..."

Indeed, no one could have imagined, imagined that Hu Bao would step forward.

"I had prepared myself for sacrifice, why would he do this, he's still so young..." Yan Shanhai blamed himself.

Hu Bao was the sect master of the Five Tigers Sect, and the Five Tigers Sect is a major component of their Jianghu Grand Alliance; now that Hu Bao is dead, they don't know how to explain to the brothers of the Five Tigers Sect.

Gazing at the full sky of stars, listening to the distant Dong Hai waves, everything was so tranquil; sorrow spread like endless seawater, all the way from the farthest Dongfang.

"Since he did this, we must all the more see to what needs to be done, otherwise we would let down his sacrifice." Linghu Shang patted his old partner's shoulder, comforting him: "Don't blame yourself; since he did this, he must have been mentally prepared; what we need to do now is to rally!"

"Yeah!" Yan Shanhai, having seen the world, said, "Now is not the time for sorrow."

"Forget it, don't chase." Nan Zhongyi waved his hand, and the others immediately stopped.

The discipline of the Western Depot Eighteen Riders is the best in the world.

Eunuch Zhang had ordered that upon reaching the border of Dong Hai, they should not pursue further.

Dongfang Wuji is a slumbering devil; once awakened, he could very well devour them!

A dead camel is still bigger than a horse; they can't afford to provoke them, and they have more important things to do.

"Really a pity……" Nan Zhongyi hated it so much his teeth were about to shatter, his hands gripping the gun barrel tightly.