Chapter 74: Arriving

What a pity that I will never see Big Brother Xia again!

If he knew I died, would he shed tears?

Ji Wenyue looked at the sword tip flashing with cold light in the rainwater, her heart feeling no fear of death, only unspeakable regret and pity.

The family migration happened just as Xia Daoming went on a long journey, ultimately leaving her no time to say goodbye to him.

This had always been a regret in her heart.

But now, this was about to become an eternal regret!

"Wenyue, you go!"

Ji Wenbin and Ji Wennan, having regained their strength, rushed up again.

But Ji Wenyue seemed to have been hit by a freezing spell, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the familiar figure who was rushing over by stepping on the treetops, then suddenly soared into the air, like a dragon, and came to assassinate Xu Zhicheng from behind.

Xu Zhicheng suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart, turned around abruptly, and swung his sword to meet the masked man in black who was pouncing on him.

"No!"

Seeing Xu Zhicheng turn around abruptly to kill the masked man, Ji Wenyue suddenly burst into tears, screaming like a madwoman as she swung her saber toward Xu Zhicheng.

How could her Big Brother Xia possibly be a match for Xu Zhicheng?

"Wenyue!"

Ji Wenbin and Ji Wennan were slightly stunned at the sight, then discovered the masked man and hurriedly swung their sabers to kill Xu Zhicheng.

"Looking for death!" The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi in his prime who was supervising the battle saw the situation on Xu Zhicheng's side, roared, leaped up, and swung his sword to kill Ji Wenyue and the other two.

The three were blocked!

"Clang!"

The sword tip and the spear tip struck together.

An incredibly terrifying force rushed into Xu Zhicheng's arm along the sharp sword.

Xu Zhicheng felt as if his entire arm were about to explode, his tiger mouth cracked, blood flowing out, and he almost couldn't hold the sharp sword.

"Who are you? Why do you..." Xu Zhicheng was shocked, using the force to retreat rapidly, roaring while retreating.

However, the man did not answer Xu Zhicheng, but pursued him like a shadow.

The formless and cold murderous aura locked onto Xu Zhicheng, making his whole body shudder, his liver and gallbladder splitting, and he rushed into the crowd fighting with the Ji Clan regardless of anything else.

"Block him! Block him!" Xu Zhicheng screamed in terror.

The strength of this person's qi was even greater than his eldest brother, the only Grandmaster of the Xu Clan, at his peak.

And he, Xu Zhicheng, was already over seventy, his qi and strength had declined severely, and he was long since not what he used to be.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent didn't know how to manifest his qi, he might have already died in that hasty battle just now.

But even so, that hasty strike just now had already injured Xu Zhicheng's meridians, and he absolutely dared not fight him head-on again.

"Bang!"

"Swish!"

"Ah!"

Xia Daoming held a long spear, killing into the crowd following Xu Zhicheng; no one who blocked him could withstand a single blow.

The spear came out like a dragon, killing all the way through, people falling and horses overturning, corpses strewn everywhere.

Those who lay dead had either a bloody hole in their chests or were torn to pieces, their chests deformed.

The former were directly pierced to death by the spear, and the latter were directly swept in the chest, their ribs broken and hearts burst, showing the terror of his strength.

However, in the blink of an eye, there was no one left in front of Xia Daoming.

His long spear thrust straight toward Xu Zhicheng's back.

Xu Zhicheng had no choice but to turn and fight.

"Clang! Clang!"

It was only two clashes.

Xu Zhicheng's precious sword flew out of his hand.

The long spear thrust over with the momentum of a rainbow.

Xu Zhicheng raised his tiger claws, his five fingers glowing with a metallic luster, and grabbed toward the spear shaft.

Xia Daoming sneered, the long spear continuing to thrust forward without any clever changes of dragon or snake.

Both sides were at the eighth-rank realm, but the difference in qi was too great.

There was no need for any clever force; he just crushed him directly!

"Squeak!"

Xu Zhicheng's two tiger claws grabbed the spear shaft one after the other.

But the spear shaft still rubbed past, making a harsh friction sound.

"Swish!"

The sharp spear tip pierced into Xu Zhicheng's chest.

Xu Zhicheng's eyes widened suddenly, his hands still clutching the spear shaft tightly, blood continuously gushing from his mouth.

"Who exactly are you?" Xu Zhicheng asked with difficulty.

"Rip!"

The answer to Xu Zhicheng was the sound of the long spear being pulled out of his body.

"Kill! Kill! Don't let a single one go!" The Ji Clan saw such a fierce man suddenly arrive, killing Xu Zhicheng in the blink of an eye, and their spirits were greatly boosted. Everyone's eyes turned red, and they frantically hacked and killed the remaining people of the Xu Clan.

The Xu Clan martial artists had already suffered half casualties because they were blocking Xia Daoming.

Seeing Xu Zhicheng killed, they had long since been scared out of their wits and turned to flee in all directions.

Even that seventh-rank martial artist in his prime who had just aggressively intercepted Ji Wenyue and the other three was now pale with fright, hacking back the three with one sword strike, tapping his toes on the ground, splashing up a large area of water and mud, and running wildly toward the ancestral hall like a madman.

This man in his prime was worthy of being a seventh-rank Great Wu Shi; even though he was frightened, his mind hadn't lost its footing.

Over there, the Ding Clan and others were still surrounding and killing Ji Clan disciples!

Once he escaped to the ancestral hall, he could not only use their hands to drag down this fierce man who had suddenly appeared, but also use this fierce man's hands to kill a batch of the three-clan alliance members.

It could be called killing two birds with one stone!

The man in his prime's idea was good.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Xia Daoming's movement speed.

Dragon soaring, snake moving.

In the rain, only a figure could be seen bringing up a white mist, sweeping across the earth like a ghost.

Running wildly in the rain, a short spear had already been used as a javelin and was thrown fiercely.

The cold murderous aura pierced through his body, carrying the momentum of a mountain-toppling force.

The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi in his prime turned pale and dared not run straight anymore, but hurriedly shifted sideways.

But almost at the same time, another cold and sharp aura attacked, sealing the position he shifted to.

The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi in his prime couldn't change his move anymore and had no choice but to turn around abruptly, swinging his sword to hack at the short spear flying through the air.

"Clang!"

A loud noise.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The short spear was repelled.

The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi's tiger mouth bled, and his sharp sword almost flew out of his hand.

However, at this moment, the seventh-rank Great Wu Shi didn't care about the pain, his body already using the force to fly backward.

But just with this pause, turn, and reception, water splashed in front of his eyes.

In the rain and water splashes, a black shadow suddenly magnified in his pupils.

A fist like a snake's head broke through the air and swung toward his chest.

"Kill!"

The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi had no choice, roared, and swung his sword toward the snake-head fist.

But the snake-head fist was very fast; before the sharp sword could swing, the fist suddenly turned into a snake-hook hand, striking his wrist fiercely.

A bone-breaking pain came from his wrist.

The sharp sword fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Almost at the same time, another snake-head fist emerged from below, striking the seventh-rank Great Wu Shi's chest again.

The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi hurriedly raised his other tiger claw to block.

The terrifying dark force erupted like a mountain torrent at the moment the fist and claw clashed.

"Clack!"

The seventh-rank Great Wu Shi's arm broke on the spot.

"Bang!"

Before the seventh-rank Great Wu Shi could feel the pain of the fracture, a sharp pain came from his chest, and his whole body fell backward, his eyes bulging, revealing a look of disbelief even in death.

He was one of the best of the family's third-generation disciples and would surely be a person to shoulder heavy responsibilities in the future.

He had thought that this hunt for the Ji Clan and others was a training and also an opportunity to get rich.

As a result, he was killed in this dilapidated, deserted mountain village in just a few moves, without even the strength to fight back.

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