Chapter 321: The Hunt is Urgent Elsewhere

"Spear and horse as one, crushing the withered and decaying!"

Intermediate Martial Master Jiang Yuanzhong had his hair and beard standing on end; he was both furious and exerting his full strength to unleash his killing move.

With his location as the center, the land within a 500-meter diameter was shrouded under this destructive killing move.

The hundreds of Witch-people besieging him were terrified at the sight and retreated again and again.

His Qi and blood shook the void, manifesting a tragic scene of golden spears and iron horses, a Corpse Mountain and a Sea of Blood, possessing the momentum to sweep through all the Witch-people present.

If one wants to besiege an Intermediate Martial Master, how can one not pay a price? Jiang Yuanzhong, one of the 3 Intermediate Martial Masters of Liu Fengji's Personal Guard.

Ever since he was separated from the Flame Strong Martial, he had been fighting alone, killing so many Witch-people that he himself could not count them, yet the enemies kept coming in an endless stream.

He knew he had become a discarded pawn, and his value for existence was to cover for the Young Master and hold back the Witch-people's forces.

"What a pity, I cannot return to Fucheng in this life to see the scenery of my hometown again."

Jiang Yuanzhong was filled with despair and grief, and the momentum of his attacks became increasingly tragic and resolute.

One by one, Witch-people were grazed by his Iron Spear; without even struggling, they exploded on the spot into a mist of blood.

Jiang Yuanzhong's Iron Spear was no ordinary Qi and blood divine weapon; it had once fused with the remains of three Hidden Charms, and its power was extremely terrifying.

When defending the city, he had used this Iron Spear to poke the heads of over a dozen elite Witch-people hunters, and he had been invincible all the way here.

"Mere Witch-people pawns, and you want to keep me?"

Jiang Yuanzhong looked down upon all directions, pierced a certain Witch-person's chest with his spear, and lifted him into mid-air, blood raining down.

The Witch-people remained silent, moved aside to both sides, and in the blink of an eye, cleared a path.

"You are not a Witch-person?"

Jiang Yuanzhong was astonished to see the person who had arrived; the other party was clearly not a Witch-person, so why did he appear here? An old man with white hair and beard, whose face was mostly covered by his thick eyebrows and beard, leaving only a pair of ancient and wise eyes visible, as if he could see through a person's heart and thoughts at first glance.

"This poor Daoist is Kunpengzi, I have a question for you!"

Kunpengzi was carried by four Disciples on a carrying pole, sitting high in mid-air, looking down at Jiang Yuanzhong from a superior position.

He stroked his beard and asked directly, "Where is Liu Jia Ji Xiang Er?"

"Don't even think about capturing the Young Master."

Jiang Yuanzhong was furious and pointed his sword at the other party, "A Zhong Yuan human, colluding with foreign Witch-people, you are truly guilty of a heinous crime."

"Are you not afraid of the sanctions of the Ancestral Covenant?"

After the Martial Saint of the Primordial Era banished the Witch tribe, he gathered all the Ancestral tribes of the world to set a covenant; later generations who dared to collude with the Witch-people and cause disasters to re-enter Zhong Yuan would be considered unforgivable, and all the world would strike at them!

Hearing about the Ancestral Covenant, Kunpengzi sneered a few times, "If you won't answer, I will ask myself."

"Zunyang City, or you remnants, none are as important as the birthmark on Liu Jia Ji Xiang Er's back."

Jiang Yuanzhong understood in an instant that the other party's goal was the Nine Tripod Characters on the Young Master's back.

Countless pieces of information flashed through his mind; the ins and outs of this battle, as well as the Witch-people's attitude of pursuing and killing without end, all received an answer.

"Are you from the Release God Sect, or the Golden Immortal Dao?"

"As expected of a dog of the noble families, your insight is extraordinary; those wild martial artists don't have your level of insight!"

Kunpengzi was full of praise and raised his hand in a gesture; the remaining Witch-people around them exploded one by one like ignited fireworks.

The blood mist filling the sky was very strange, dancing for a long time without falling to the ground; instead, it attracted and gathered together, spreading and extending like pigment in water, as if being guided by an invisible pen tip to outline strokes.

"Freeze!"

Jiang Yuanzhong was attracted by such a strange and brilliant scene, knowing that Kunpengzi had broken the silence by uttering a single word.

He finally saw Kunpengzi's goal; the previously dead Witch-people, as well as the survivors wiped out by his hand, had their remains and flesh ground into powder finer than dust, and through his hand, they were written into a large character.

"Seal Script, you are the Golden Immortal Dao..." Jiang Yuanzhong finally saw it, but it was already too late.

The divine weapon in his hand had long been refined to be used as easily as a third arm, but at this moment, it became as heavy as a thousand jun.

The killing intent to counterattack that had just risen in his heart vanished instantly, and he became listless.

"You..."

He still wanted to struggle in his death throes, but Kunpengzi brushed a sleeve across his forehead, and he immediately fell into bottomless darkness.

Thump! Jiang Yuanzhong's shriveled corpse fell to the ground, its surface riddled with holes, as if it had been gnawed by ten thousand rats.

Kunpengzi digested the memories squeezed from his mind and turned in another direction.

"Just as expected, Golden Cicada Sheds its Shell, luring the tiger away from the mountain!"

"Liu Fengji's true self took a small path, attempting to sneak away under the noses of the Witch-people's army."

"Pursue him!"

The 4 Disciples remained silent, turned the carrying pole on their shoulders, and clear wind and dust rose beneath their feet.

"Senior Brother, it's over, everything is over."

"Of the three Intermediate Martial Masters of the Personal Guard, Shan Xiong Bing was captured alive by the Witch tribe's strong martial, Jiang Yuanzhong was defeated and died, only Xiang Feng's whereabouts are unknown, and only we are left."

The one speaking was a group of 5 fellow disciples, with an Intermediate Martial Master leading, and 4 Junior Brothers who were Primary Martial Masters.

The Senior Brother glared at his discouraged Junior Brothers, "What are you shouting about? Today is a situation of certain death; we swore an oath before coming."

"So what if the Witch-people are strong? They were still driven out by our ancestors."

"My Wanxiu Mountain sect once followed the Martial Saint of the Primordial Era to conquer the world, killing the Witch-people until they were almost extinct; now that it is the turn of us unworthy descendants, don't disgrace Wanxiu Mountain."

The Senior Brother took a deep breath and snapped the broken steel saber in his hand, "Let's fight to the death!"

Encouraged by him, the Junior Brothers raised their arms and shouted, "Fight to the death, fight to the death to the end, fight to the death to the end."

Sigh!

The Senior Brother looked at his oblivious Junior Brothers, his heart filled with extreme sorrow.

The inside story of the Young Master being hunted was known to no more than a handful of people in the Personal Guard, and he only knew it because of his master's favor.

The Young Master Liu Fengji had a heaven-sent omen, and the birthmark on his back was the text of the Heavenly Human Nine Tripods, possessing mysterious supernatural powers.

The Shaman tribe army attacked Zunyang City first, and their target was the text on the Young Master's back.

The Strong Martial Artists in the city had already made it clear: even if the Personal Guard were wiped out, they must cover the Young Master's safe escape to return to the family in Fucheng.

"It is my duty; as a Strong Martial Artist, I am prepared to die here."

As he spoke these words, the only Strong Martial Artist in Zunyang City, Lie Sanyang, declared his stance with murderous intent.

From him on down, regardless of whether they were High-level Martial Masters, Intermediate Martial Masters, or anyone else, all were to fight to the death and sacrifice themselves for Liu Fengji.

Anyone who dared to desert in the face of battle and ruin the grand plan would not even be protected by their sects back home.

"Thump, thump, thump, huff, puff!"

In the mist before them, the sounds of beast claws scraping against rocks and insect swarms crowding and colliding came one after another from all directions.

Intermingled with the sounds of bone flutes and clay whistles used by the hunting scouts to signal their presence to one another, they wove into a vast net, enveloping them so tightly that not even wings could escape.

The Shaman army has caught up!

The five Senior Brothers took a deep breath, their gazes resolute, and charged forward together.

(End of this chapter)