Chapter 9

"What? You want us to enter the canyon first and attract the Blood Feather Eagles in front!"

Xu Shixiong's cold and indifferent voice was heard by some people close to the horse team, and suddenly people changed their expressions and caused a commotion.

They never dreamed that the Xu family clearly had such a powerful lineup, not only unwilling to let them share a little light, but also to avoid delaying time, they wanted to cross Red Flame Valley in broad daylight, and also wanted to take them as bait and cannon fodder!

People began to retreat quietly.

Entering the valley at night, they still needed to find people to join them.

In broad daylight, who would dare to enter the canyon?

But just as people started to retreat, the leading Great Wu Shi waved his hand, and except for a fifth-rank Great Wu Shi who still stood by the carriage, the other guards all rode their horses, drew their knives, and formed a fan-shaped encirclement, forcing the people who tried to retreat back to the valley entrance.

"If you don't want to die now, then enter Red Flame Valley!" The Great Wu Shi's eyes swept over the crowd like a hawk, and he said coldly with an expressionless face.

"Senior, have mercy on the small one! The small one is only a second-rank Small Wu Shi, and still carrying the old and the young. Entering Red Flame Valley in broad daylight is definitely ominous!" A man who looked to be in his thirties bowed and kowtowed to the Great Wu Shi with a hunched body.

"So you are choosing to die now?" The Great Wu Shi said coldly.

A guard had already held a knife and rode forward.

"No, no, the small one is willing to enter Red Flame Valley." The man was so frightened that he shrank back into the crowd.

"Senior, the small one is from the Situ family, please raise your hand and let the small one go." A young man stepped forward and bowed.

"Situ family of Liuyun Workshop?" The Great Wu Shi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"That's right, that's right." The young man said hurriedly, with a trace of radiance on his face, as if being named by the Great Wu Shi in public was quite a face.

Several people in the crowd also hurriedly walked out when they saw this.

"Are you the descendant of Situ Zhongliang?" The Great Wu Shi asked coldly.

Situ Zhongliang, head of the Situ family in Liuyun Workshop, Li Cheng, a sixth-rank Great Wu Shi.

The young man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, but the small one is..."

"No, you are raising the name of the Situ family to the old man? Get back!" The Great Wu Shi's expression sank.

The young man still wanted to speak, but a guard had already pointed a knife at him, as if he would rush up and hack him to death if he dared to say another word.

Seeing this, the young man turned pale and retreated into the crowd.

"Do you also want to say your origin?" The Great Wu Shi's gaze swept over the few people who had just walked out and were now standing in place with pale faces.

"No, no." Everyone shook their heads repeatedly and retreated in a panic.

"Sister, we are dead this time!" The pockmarked young man said to the beautiful young woman with a pale face.

"Things have come to this, it's useless to be afraid. Later, you don't have to worry about sister, if you have a chance, rush out." The beautiful young woman said.

"Sister, you are my only relative in this world now, no matter what, I will not leave you." The pockmarked young man said.

The beautiful young woman looked at the pockmarked young man, a trace of relief and emotion flowing in her eyes.

"Fine, you can set off now. Remember, you can only move forward, you cannot flee backward! Anyone who dares to flee backward will be killed without mercy!" The Great Wu Shi's gaze swept over the crowd coldly and ruthlessly, and said coldly.

A powerful evil spirit erupted from his body, making the temperature around him seem to drop suddenly.

The crowd turned pale, then each took out things that could be used as weapons, formed groups of three or five, and walked into the valley entrance cautiously.

Xia Daoming looked back at the horse team, and the black tiger pattern with wings on the carriage, killing intent flickering in the depths of his eyes.

"Xu Shixiong, you dog-born bastard, I have remembered your name!"

Xia Daoming was ruthless in his heart, but his footsteps finally followed the crowd into Red Flame Valley.

The other party had two fifth-rank Great Martial Masters, more than ten third and fourth-rank Martial Masters, and a seventh-rank Great Wu Shi. Even if Xia Daoming relied on his powerful force, he would rather face the Blood Feather Eagles at this time than face such a powerful and terrifying enemy.

No matter what, the Blood Feather Eagles are demonic birds without intelligence, and from the crowd's words, it is not difficult to infer that the Blood Feather Eagles can only be considered low-level demonic birds, and their lethality is estimated to be at the fourth-rank Wu Shi level at most.

With his strength, as long as his luck is not too bad, self-protection is definitely not a problem.

But if he disobeyed the Xu family's order, his hope of escape would be extremely small.

Most of the Blood Feather Eagles build nests in the middle of the canyon.

That is the real forbidden area.

The crowd moved forward cautiously, not daring to breathe, looking up at the sky from time to time.

The closer they got to the middle section of the canyon, the more nervous and careful people became.

"Remember, you are about to enter the forbidden area, try not to make any sound, and don't run."

The pea-eyed fourth-rank Martial Artist whispered, no longer having the lightness when teasing the beautiful young woman, but with an extremely grave expression, sweat the size of beans rolling down his cheeks from time to time, and the hand holding the knife had blue veins bulging.

The Xu family's horse team followed a hundred meters away, not fast or slow.

The curtain was rolled up again.

Revealing that beautiful face.

The owner of this beautiful face looked at the people moving forward cautiously a hundred meters away, his gaze cold, ruthless, and with a trace of playful mockery.

It seemed that the people a hundred meters away were not risking their lives to move forward, but were performing a play, and he was the audience enjoying this play.

"Screech!"

Suddenly, a piercing eagle screech came from the sky.

Then several blood-colored figures like lightning tore through the sky and swooped down on the people in the canyon.

The Blood Feather Eagles flapped their huge wings, rolling up waves of strong wind.

"Clatter!"

The gravel on the cliff was rolled up and fell down one after another.

"Ah! The Blood Feather Eagles are here!"

The crowd was in chaos, and a cowardly man was so frightened that he ran wildly towards the south exit.

But before he had run a few steps, a shadow shrouded him.

Before he could react, the Blood Xin Yuying's sharp claws had already deeply buckled into his back, soaring into the sky.

Fresh blood flowed from his back, spilling into the sky.

"Bang!"

The Blood Xin Yuying suddenly threw the man down from the sky.

Blood and brains splattered everywhere.

"Ah! Ah!"

Watching such a tragic and terrifying scene, many people in the crowd were completely terrified and turned to run back the way they came.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

But those people hadn't run a few steps when arrows shot like electricity.

One person was pierced through the chest by an arrow on the spot and fell to his death.

More arrows landed on the ground, their tail feathers trembling slightly in the mottled sunlight of the canyon, issuing a silent warning to those who tried to flee the battle.

"Ah!" The fleeing people stopped one after another.

"Everyone don't panic, form a team to defend and move forward!" An experienced martial artist roared.

The martial artist's roar had a calming effect.

The panicked crowd gathered in groups of three or five.

But the smell of blood in the air stimulated the Blood Feather Eagles, and more Blood Feather Eagles swooped down.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Some martial artists slashed with knives, colliding with the sharp claws of the Blood Feather Eagles, actually erupting with the sound of gold and iron collision.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Bang! Bang!"

People kept falling into the sharp claws of the Blood Feather Eagles, being taken into the sky, and then thrown down like sandbags.

The gathered people were soon scattered by the Blood Feather Eagles, only caring about fleeing for their lives.

"Sister, save me!" The pockmarked man was knocked down by the huge wings of a Blood Xin Yuying, and seeing the sharp, hook-like eagle beak about to peck at his head, he let out a scream of horror.

A beautiful figure flew over without hesitation, stabbing the Blood Xin Yuying's head fiercely with the sharp sword in her hand.

It was the beautiful young woman.

"Bang!"

The Blood Xin Yuying spread its wings and flapped.

The beautiful young woman was knocked away along with the sharp sword, colliding with the pockmarked man.

At this moment, a strong wind hit, and a shadow shrouded them.

A Blood Xin Yuying didn't know when it had swooped down at the pockmarked man like lightning, its sharp claws shining with cold light.

The pockmarked man was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and without thinking, he pushed the beautiful young woman beside him towards the Blood Xin Yuying.

"Liu Zhong, you..." The beautiful young woman's eyes were full of shock and grief, and she even forgot that the sharp claws would fall in a flash.

"Clang!"

Just when the sharp claws were about to touch the beautiful young woman's hair, a cold light flashed.

"Screech!" The Blood Xin Yuying let out a sharp cry and soared into the sky, with drops of fresh blood dripping from its sharp claws.

But the beautiful young woman seemed to be frightened, her gaze staring blankly and vacantly at the familiar back that was rapidly leaving, two crystal tears quietly sliding down her tender cheeks.

"Are you still not leaving? Do you want to die here?" A familiar voice rang in the beautiful young woman's ear like a thunderclap.

The beautiful young woman gave a jolt, her gaze falling from the familiar back that was rapidly leaving onto that young and ordinary face, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

The owner of this face had just refused her invitation not long ago, but now saved her life, while the cousin who kept saying he would never leave her pushed her towards the sharp claws of the Blood Xin Yuying!

"Thank you..." The beautiful young woman opened her mouth.

"Run for your life!" Xia Daoming interrupted the beautiful young woman, his toes stomping on the ground, and he flew towards the south valley entrance.

On the way, he saved a few more people.

However, he did not dare to be too eye-catching, only showing two or three percent of his strength.

Because the reason why the Seventh Young Master dared to drive the crowd as cannon fodder was that in his eyes, even if these people escaped, they would never dare to take revenge on the Xu family, and even if they dared, they couldn't make any waves.

Xia Daoming was very clear that if he exploded with full force and showed strength stronger than a fifth-rank Martial Artist, the Xu family's Seventh Young Master would inevitably be vigilant and kill him, nipping the danger in the bud.

Even so, Xia Daoming, who was flying, still felt a chill behind his back for no reason, as if a venomous snake hiding in the darkness was peeping at him.

Just then, a Blood Xin Yuying swooped down at him.

Huge wings flapped towards him.

Xia Daoming's heart moved, pretending to be unable to dodge, being swept by the wings, his body staggering, almost falling.

Taking advantage of the stagger, Xia Daoming's peripheral vision swept towards the direction he had just sensed.

Only to see in that direction, the luxurious carriage was rubbing shoulders with the crowd engaged in a tragic battle with the Blood Feather Eagles under the protection of many guards.

The curtain was rolled up.

The direction the beautiful face was facing was exactly the position he was in just now.

Xia Daoming's heart was shocked.

Damn, I was so cautious, yet I was still targeted by this bastard?

Cursing in his heart, Xia Daoming performed a panicked and embarrassed donkey roll, dodging the peck of the Blood Xin Yuying's sharp beak.

While rolling, Xia Daoming saw the curtain being put down out of the corner of his eye.

"Should have fooled him!" Xia Daoming secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Just as Xia Daoming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a Blood Xin Yuying with wings spread two zhang wide suddenly swooped down at the carriage.

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