Chapter 475: Accidentally Dragged In

The outcome of the two forces colliding was no surprise; it was even more miserable than an egg hitting a stone.

The elite of the Gu Insect strong army are benchmarked against the fierce generals of Dayin Mountain; one alone is enough to wipe them out, let alone the fact that two have come today.

The two brothers, Da Mo Xiong and Er Mo E, with just one of them acting, twisted off the heads of three Tiger Generals and impaled their corpses onto the bone spurs on the backs of their Witch Beasts.

As for the Chang Jiang, there were many of them, and there was no lack of those with the mettle to fight for their lives.

The result...

Clang, weapons snapped; squelch, chests and abdomens were pierced, internal organs turned into minced meat; crackle, bones shattered neatly into fragments.

Er Mo E did not even need to take them seriously; with casual gestures, he punched the Chang Jiang until their souls scattered and they perished.

The corpses were like crops planted in the ground, trampled by a crazed water buffalo, scattered randomly in all directions.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Lu Jianqing's right eye was quickly plastered over with blood; he had lost sensation in his left arm, and only his right hand remained, clutching the broken half of his blade.

Too strong; the top-tier experts among the Witch People are strong enough to make one despair.

Perhaps only the high and mighty fierce generals could possibly defeat the two monsters before him.

His heart was filled with fear and unwillingness; he absolutely could not die here.

His master Wang Jianxiong had such expectations for him, sparing no expense to send him into Dayin Mountain, and there was his wife Wang Yan back home; although she was vain and shallow, she was his only remaining kin, and without him to care for her, how could she survive in these chaotic times?

In his despair, a scene surfaced before Lu Jianqing's eyes.

That was when he had joined the sect and was assigned to night mountain patrol duty; it was a bitter chore, usually given to newcomers.

Lu Jianqing was newly married and had just entered the sect, so all the bitter and tiring work was handed to him.

He would carry a lamp to patrol the mountains at night, and by the end of the night, his body would be covered in mist and cold air; if he were not careful and sickness entered his body, his vitality would be severely damaged.

Despite this, Lu Jianqing gritted his teeth and persisted.

One night, he heard a commotion in a certain valley and assumed it was his Senior Brothers hunting for game in the night.

He carried his lantern over to look, only to find a group of wild monkeys besieging an old, sick tiger, having already cornered it.

That tiger was skin and bones, one eye was blind, and its claws were not nimble, curled up against the stone wall.

The wild monkeys besieging it were not cute little cubs; each one was ferocious and sturdy, with sharp, long claws that could gouge out a goat's brains in an instant, eating more meat than wild fruit.

The sick tiger panted heavily, observing its surroundings with its only remaining eye; it had reached the end of its rope.

Lu Jianqing did not know why, but upon seeing this scene, he felt pity and wanted to intervene to drive away the monkey pack and save it.

However, the turn of events came too quickly.

The sick tiger took advantage of the other monkeys' laxity, charged into the pack, grabbed the smug monkey king, and rolled together into the bottomless mountain ravine, smashing into pieces.

Both were injured, and they perished together.

That scene shocked Lu Jianqing; even a dying, sick tiger possessed the dignity of a king.

Now, facing a situation where he had reached the end of his rope, the image that appeared in Lu Jianqing's mind was the final look in the sick tiger's eyes.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Though the sick tiger was old, it died with dignity! As Lu Jianqing swung his broken blade, his insight into the Dayin Mountain blade techniques reached a higher level.

Facing an unbeatable, powerful enemy, he struck a blade of certain death, feeling inevitable regret in his heart; this was the final swan song of his life.

What a pity; if he had lived to return to Dayin Mountain, this strike would have been enough to rank him among the Tiger Generals.

Er Mo E suddenly found something amusing; an ant had actually achieved an epiphany in blade technique, but that was all.

Unless a fierce general took the field, no one could command his attention.

His palm turned pitch-black as ink in an instant, his flesh and blood harder than metal and iron, intercepting the broken blade and sending Lu Jianqing flying, man and blade together, with immense, surging force.

"Jianqing!"

The few surviving Chang Jiang shouted, though they were unable to save themselves.

Da Mo Xiong suddenly called out to Er Mo E, "Wait, look at the sky over there; someone is flying."

Er Mo E had been thinking of plunging his palm into Lu Jianqing's chest to squeeze out his tender intestines, but he stopped upon hearing this.

He turned his head to look in the direction of his elder brother's fingertip, his pupils shrinking sharply, "A person is flying; it's a fierce general, a fierce general wearing a Flying Tiger Shirt."

In an instant, he cast Lu Jianqing and the other surviving Chang Jiang to the back of his mind.

The Gu Insect strong army is benchmarked against fierce generals, but the strength of fierce generals also varies; once one wears a Flying Tiger Shirt, only a Gu Insect strong army that has obtained a Gu King Egg is qualified to rival them.

The two brothers, Da Mo Xiong and Er Mo E, although powerful, were not top-tier among the Gu Insect strong army and did not possess a Gu King Egg.

"Big Brother, a good opportunity; killing a fierce general is a great merit in itself, and stripping off his Flying Tiger Shirt is an even greater merit among merits."

"Our brothers have always coveted a Gu King Egg; with this merit, why worry that the Great Witch won't grant us one?"

Da Mo Xiong nodded upon hearing this; his brother's words spoke to his heart.

He plucked a corpse of a Tiger General from the bone spurs of the Witch Beast behind him and pulled out its spine, resting it on the tiger's mouth.

He blew a breath out, and the spine transformed into a sharp arrow, shooting out and piercing directly through the white air waves, targeting the black dot in the high sky.

Today was Zhou You's final rehearsal; he had intended to flatten the earthen fort afterward, bury all traces, and leave.

Who could have expected to encounter the two Da Mo brothers, who were not only terrifyingly strong but also possessed vision far exceeding that of ordinary Witch People.

The brothers were anomalies; they had once consumed a mutated Gu Insect, expanding their visual range to more than five times that of their peers.

After hearing the sound of the air being torn, Zhou You stepped as if on invisible stairs, calmly set his stance, and caught the incoming object with one hand.

White bone, spine; the corpse's owner's blood-Qi fluctuation is... Tiger Fist.

Hmm, this is not a sneak attack, but a demonstration; it is a blatant provocation, with the opponent clearly telling him their location.

Since that is the case...

A gale howled; the black dot arrived from the horizon in no more than ten breaths.

The surviving Chang Jiang gathered around Lu Jianqing, looking at the newcomer with hope; if a fierce general took the field, they would be saved.

"He's here, he really is here."

Da Mo Xiong laughed heartily; so what if the Flying Tiger Shirt was formidable? With the two brothers joining forces, they would surely break its wings and capture and kill the fierce tiger.

The next moment, the spine was flung back exactly as it was, exploding directly against the Shaman Beast into a white mist the size of a water vat.

Zhou You did not say a word, raising his wooden staff and smashing it down; the violent Qi condensed into a pillar of wind, possessing the momentum to smash this entire heaven and earth to pieces.

Seeing this, Er Mo E's expression changed; he joined forces with his elder brother, and their four arms were raised upright.

The chaotic shadows of flying fists and palms broke into the wind pillar, tearing and colliding, clashing with the wooden staff no fewer than a thousand times.

"Why is it a staff? Shouldn't it be a saber?"

Doubt rose in the hearts of Da Mo Xiong and Er Mo E; as elites among the Shaman people, their knowledge of the situation regarding the sects of Zhong Yuan exceeded that of many low-level martial artists.

As the saying goes, the swords of Jueguang Sect, the sabers of Dayin Mountain, and the staves of Wanxiu Mountain leave nowhere to escape.

The uninvited guest was wearing a Flying Tiger Shirt, so why was he not using the famous saber techniques of Dayin Mountain, but instead wielding a staff technique suspected to be from Wanxiu Mountain? Which part had gone wrong?

Lu Jianqing and the group of thrall generals were even more dumbfounded; they had never seen a Flying Tiger Shirt, but who else besides a fierce general could fight while flying?

(End of this chapter)