Chapter 75: Wipe Them Out Completely [Thank You, Silver Patron: Eat Spicy, Then Have Something Sweet]

“Kill!”

With one punch, Xia Daoming killed a seventh-rank Great Martial Master, not even glancing at him as he picked up two short spears from the ground.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!” He hurled them violently.

Two Xu-family martial masters who had fled over ten zhang away were pierced through and collapsed to the ground.

Blood mixed with rainwater slowly seeped from their bodies.

The heavens and earth fell utterly silent.

All the surviving Ji-family members stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

They were still alive!

All the Xu-family people had been killed!

“Thank you, my savior…” Soon, Ji Shouli snapped out of his shock and rushed forward, dropping to his knees to bow in gratitude.

“Big brother!”

Before Ji Shouli could kneel, Ji Wenyue threw herself into Xia Daoming’s arms without hesitation.

“This…”

Everyone froze in shock.

This masked stranger who had suddenly appeared was Ji Wenyue’s sworn elder brother!

Especially Ji Wennan and Ji Wenbin, who had previously criticized Ji Wenyue, trembled violently, nearly wetting themselves.

“I’m sorry, big brother came too late!” Xia Daoming stroked Ji Wenyue’s fragrant back, his heart pounding with dread.

If he had arrived even a moment later, this regret would have been irreparable for the rest of his life.

“Too late?” Ji Wenyue’s heart suddenly jolted; she pushed Xia Daoming away, tears streaming: “Big brother, hurry and save my grandfather and the others!”

The village, the ruined ancestral hall.

The group led by the three Ji-family elders was being slowly forced back into the ancestral hall.

Inside the hall, the wails of women and children too young or weak to be carried away rose and fell in unison.

Ji Yuanzhen, hair disheveled and drenched in blood, looked like a mad old man.

Yet he stood firm at the entrance of the hall, refusing to retreat another step.

He knew it was already meaningless to rush to aid Ji Wenyue and the others.

All he wanted now was to use his last strength to protect the women and children inside the hall.

This was his final shred of dignity as the elder patriarch.

Even if he died, he would die standing before them!

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Ji Yuanzhen swung his blade wildly, repelling every Ding-family martial master who tried to break through.

“Yuanzhen, since death is inevitable anyway, why suffer like this? Listen—there’s no sound from the back mountain. Ji Shouli and the others are already finished.”

“Pity—such a great Ji family will be wiped out under your watch!” Ding Banghong, standing outside the crowd with a long spear, watched Ji Yuanzhen with mocking amusement.

“Ha ha!” The killers surrounding the Ji family burst into wild laughter.

“Ahh!”

In the rain, Ji Yuanzhen screamed hysterically, eyes bulging, yet his feet remained rooted firmly at the hall’s entrance.

“Ha ha!”

The killers laughed even more wildly and arrogantly.

In their unrestrained laughter, no one noticed a dark shadow silently slipping in from behind them.

His figure moved swiftly and eerily, weaving through the crowd like a phantom.

One by one, people collapsed without warning.

Blood mixed with rainwater slowly pooled beneath them.

Only when Ding Banghong suddenly realized something was wrong did he notice eight members of the three-family alliance already lying dead.

The three-family alliance had sent over forty men to hunt the Ji family—nearly double the number the Xu family had deployed.

But over half were fourth-rank martial masters, inferior to the Xu family’s elite.

Just now, Xia Daoming had infiltrated from the perimeter, striking during their moment of complacency, targeting those stationed on the outer edges who were holding back their strength to face the Xu family’s great martial masters.

“Who are you? Why ambush us!” Ding Banghong roared, charging at Xia Daoming with his spear.

“Guess!” Xia Daoming replied lightly, not advancing toward Ding Banghong but instead plunging deeper into the crowd, thrusting and slashing with his two short spears.

Each thrust sent a man bleeding to the ground.

The power gap was too great!

No one could stand against him.

In an instant, another ten or so members of the three-family alliance fell.

Thus, counting those previously slain by the Ji family, over half of the three-family alliance’s forces were now dead.

“Kill! Kill!”

Seeing their enemies lying dead in an instant, Ji Yuanzhen and the others surged with renewed spirit, roaring as they charged at the three-family disciples.

Seeing the tide turn, and watching Xia Daoming charge through the crowd like a demon—anyone he touched died, even sixth-rank great martial masters slain in a single strike—Ding Banghong’s rage-fogged mind suddenly cleared.

“Who are you? Why interfere in the affairs of our Ding family of Li City, the Lin family, the Saber Gate, and the Xu family?” Ding Banghong halted, his face dark with fury.

As Ding Banghong questioned him, the disciples of the three-family alliance retreated toward his position.

The Ji-family disciples pressed forward relentlessly.

“Didn’t I say to guess?” Xia Daoming smirked, once again charging into the crowd like a wolf among sheep—each thrust of his two short spears either pierced a man through or sent him flying violently to the ground.

In an instant, another five or six lay dead.

The disciples of the three-family alliance were terrified, on the verge of collapse.

Ding Banghong too was shaken, yet he still possessed a measure of courage and responsibility.

He knew that if Xia Daoming continued this slaughter, all his men would perish here—finally, he gritted his teeth, eyes flashing with ruthlessness, and pushed off the ground with his toes, charging at Xia Daoming with his spear.

“You all flee! I’ll hold this monster!” Ding Banghong roared, his spear swirling into a thousand shadows, silver streaks filling the rain curtain, making it impossible to tell which point was the true killing blow.

“Good. Some courage,” Xia Daoming murmured, a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. He merged his two short spears into one, swinging it—suddenly, the spear became a coiling dragon in midair, slicing through the air with sharp, whistling currents.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Spear and spear clashed rapidly in midair, like two dragons locked in furious battle, stirring up gales that whipped their robes violently.

“Elder!”

“Grandfather!”

The Ding-family disciples, seeing Ding Banghong stay behind to face the enemy alone, wore expressions of grief and fury, unwilling to flee—yet the other two families didn’t care; they sprinted wildly toward the village’s edge.

“Go!” Ding Banghong roared again.

“Boom!”

Even as Ding Banghong’s roar still echoed in the air, the thousand spear shadows vanished—suddenly, a figure flew backward, staggering several steps before barely staying upright, leaning on his spear.

As Ding Banghong barely steadied himself, a long spear stabbed down from above.

Before the spear even reached him, a terrifying sharpness struck—where the spear’s aura passed, raindrops shot outward in all directions.

“Go!”

Ding Banghong roared again, rising abruptly and thrusting his spear.

“Clang!”

Spear tip met spear tip in direct collision.

The spear shaft bent and flew from his grip.

Ding Banghong was flung backward, blood spurting from his mouth.

Finally, with a “thud,” he collapsed to the ground, face as pale as paper, arms trembling uncontrollably.

In those few exchanges, several of his meridians had been shattered by the opponent’s terrifying internal force.

The Ding-family disciples, seeing this, looked terrified and turned to chase after the other two families.

Ji Yuanzhen and the others pursued relentlessly.

Ding Banghong slowly turned his head, watching his fleeing disciples, his gaze complex.

“You won’t escape!”

A cold voice suddenly sounded near Ding Banghong’s ear, and then he felt searing pain in all four limbs.

The tendons in his hands and feet had been severed!

“You—!” Ding Banghong’s face twisted in agony.

“The day you wiped out the Ji family, you should have known this day would come for you too.”

The voice passed by Ding Banghong’s ear with a shadow.

Ding Banghong followed the shadow’s direction.

His heart sank into an endless abyss.

From the distant forest, a group of men suddenly emerged, blocking the path of the fleeing disciples from the other two families.

It was Ji Shouli, Ji Wennan, and the other Ji-family disciples.

With enemies ahead and pursuers behind, the remaining dozen or so members of the three-family alliance had nowhere left to run.

“Wipe them out… wipe them all out…” Ding Banghong muttered blankly.

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