Chapter 407: Use the Spear!

A muffled groan rang out.

Several people were struck by sharp arrows and wounded, some severely, some lightly.

This volley of feathered arrows came rather suddenly; the crowd didn't even have time to pull out flight talismans to boost their speed.

"Boundless Dharma!" The Level 3 "Spartan War Cry" — Tang Luo bestowed the buff on five people, ensuring the three heavily wounded unlucky ones still had enough capacity to act.

So they wouldn't be shot to death by random arrows next.

The other two were chosen at random.

Li Suibian parried and chopped down the arrows before him, very cleverly ducking behind a large boulder to the side.

Nan Taisheng used the enraged Zhu Qian as a meat shield.

Before long, the feathered arrows ceased; where Tang Luo and the others stood, quite a few arrows lay on the ground, and some fresh blood was spilled on the earth.

Maeda Wang and the others directly lost combat capability.

Leaning against the rocks, indicating they could still be rescued.

Li Suibian had an arm pierced by a feathered arrow and a shoulder impaled by another; not a grave wound, but he had no combat capability for the short term.

Zhang Xiuping took an arrow in the knee, but he's a spear user — sitting or lying makes no difference.

Tang Yuhan and Nan Taisheng were both unscathed.

Tang Yuhan held Zhu Qian's Qianhong Sword; if one looked closely, an extremely faint, extremely faint bloody light could be seen coiling around the blade.

That was Tang Yuhan's ability, Blood Oath.

It can wrap blood-qi around a weapon; when attacking, it can absorb the enemy's qi and blood, converting them for one's own use.

Nan Taisheng used no weapon, still bare-handed… but he was carrying Zhu Qian in his hand.

Accurately speaking, it was Zhu Qian's corpse, eyes wide open in unending grievance.

Just now Nan Taisheng had used Zhu Qian as a shield, blocking quite a few arrows.

Zhu Qian's body was pierced by twenty arrows, some in vital spots; he was dead through and through.

Nan Taisheng didn't put Zhu Qian down; the man was dead, no matter, as long as he was still usable.

Zhu Qian's eyes stared wide; before death he never would have imagined —

he didn't die at the hands of Tang Luo's group, but in the end was inexplicably killed by his own people.

He was the Young Palace Lord of the Black Heaven Divine Palace, the sole heir — are these people's brains broken?

"Oh my, accidentally killed the Young Palace Lord, you bunch of trash, don't you even look when you shoot arrows?"

A deliberately affected voice drifted over.

A group of people slowly walked out, fifty-odd men, surrounding Tang Luo's party in a ring.

Quite a few held bows; the quivers behind them were already empty.

At the lead was a man dressed similarly to Zhu Qian, looking fairly young, a malicious smile on his face.

Those Black Heaven Divine Palace assassins did not answer him.

They merely stood silent, exuding a grim killing intent, like a pack of hunting wolves.

"No helping it, made a mistake." The man looked at Tang Luo's group and said, "We'll just have to present your heads to the Palace Lord and have him forgi—"

Before his words fell, a fist loomed larger and larger before his eyes, the wind it stirred ruffling his hair.

The man's eyes bulged; for the first time he felt the movement speed he prided himself on was too slow.

Ao Yulie's fist slammed into the man's face, his nose shattering and caving in, fresh blood spurting.

His head jerked his body airborne, crashing into the assassins behind him.

Several people collided into a heap and fell heavily to the ground; the leading man only had breath going out, none coming in.

"I thought he was some expert…" Ao Yulie shook the blood off his hand, suddenly grabbing to the side and snatching a thrusting sharp sword into his grasp.

Sword in one hand, "Dragon Claw Skill" in the other, fighting ten alone, killing with awe-inspiring vigor.

"So strong!" Nan Taisheng tossed aside Zhu Qian's corpse, eyes widening slightly.

He hadn't expected the "Jade Dragon Young Master's" strength to be this tyrannical, far beyond his prediction.

He originally thought that even if this person was stronger than himself, it would be limited.

But looking now, even ten of himself joining forces might not be his match.

With Ao Yulie serving as vanguard, the leader blasted dead with one punch, the remaining assassins naturally collapsed without a fight.

Zhang Xiuping fired cold shots from the dark, playing the spear into a resounding hidden weapon.

Though its power fell short of feathered arrows, striking a vital point was certainly a one-way ticket to death.

Nan Taisheng and Tang Yuhan moved again, basically cementing a battle victory.

"Pull the arrows out."

Tang Luo spoke, "This poor monk will help you consecrate and heal."

Li Suibian didn't say another word, decisively pulling the arrows out, completely unconcerned about secondary damage.

The others hesitated a moment, then gritted their teeth and pulled the arrows out.

The group continued forward; soon, the Black Heaven Divine Palace was right before their eyes.

"Master, let me use the Ice Spear." Ao Yulie walked beside Tang Luo, his white clothes still stained with some fresh blood.

Tang Luo reached out; a moment later, the Demon-Breaking Ice Spear appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie took the spear, swung it twice, and nodded in satisfaction.

In the jianghu martial world, using a magic staff clashes with the aesthetic, and the effect doesn't work either.

A magic staff isn't really meant for smashing people, after all.

Ordinary mission worlds can still be played around with, but this mission world it's no good.

As expected, one still has to use a spear.

Half of the Black Heaven Divine Palace's structures were built directly into the mountain body.

Going inside, one would likely face a bewilderingly complex maze.

For anyone not a Divine Palace assassin, it was tantamount to walking into the enemy's trap.

But Tang Luo and the others didn't need to go in now, because after the Black Heaven Divine Palace began expanding, it had basically abandoned the sneaky, furtive style of an assassin organization.

This was evident from Zhu Qian leading men to brazenly barge into the White Feather Sword Manor.

The current Black Heaven Divine Palace liked to act openly and aboveboard, crushing opposition with overwhelming force.

The feathered arrow ambush just now was basically a relic of a bygone era — the vast majority of jianghu sects wouldn't do such a thing anymore.

It was even possible the feathered arrows weren't meant to kill Tang Luo's group at all, but to kill Zhu Qian.

His son killed by his own subordinate — who knew what the Black Heaven Divine Palace's Palace Master, Zhu Buwen, was thinking.

But judging by his complexion under the moonlight and night wind, there wasn't a trace of anger; instead, he watched Tang Luo and the others with a leisurely air.

He didn't even have the intention to call out and question them, which rather suited his name.

He sat on a bamboo chair carried by several men, looking unconcerned, more like a wealthy landowner than a jianghu man.

The only thing that could indicate his jianghu identity was probably the single saber placed at his side.

Black hilt, the guard shaped like a black lotus.

Around Zhu Buwen stood the Black Heaven Divine Palace's elite assassins.

Twenty meters in front of them were Tang Luo and his group.

"Left Envoy Wu, and the Young Palace Master — both killed by you?" After sizing up Tang Luo's group for a while, Zhu Buwen finally spoke.

His tone held neither joy nor sorrow, as if asking "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, you're next soon enough." Ao Yulie said, too lazy to explain anything.

"Young man, don't let a little ability go to your head." Zhu Buwen spoke from on high, admonishing them with the tone of a jianghu elder, "Greenhorns like you who don't know the heights of heaven and earth — who knows how many die in the jianghu every year—"

A tremendous boom, the kind that could only be described as "Hong—", cut off Zhu Buwen's words.

Zhu Buwen's body jerked violently, the bamboo chair's backrest shattered behind him, bamboo splinters flying.

Flying along with them were chunks of flesh and blood.

A sea-bowl-sized wound now gaped in his chest, through which the scenery behind him was visible.

"Not bad."

Tang Luo said, single-handedly holding the black heavy sniper rifle level, arm perfectly steady.

This equipment came from Wen Hanfei's subordinates.

At this distance, even suppressed, it still packed considerable power, blasting a large hole in Zhu Buwen's chest.

Of course, under normal circumstances, Zhu Buwen should have been completely gone.

"Master! You actually used a gun!" Ao Yulie gaped, he used a gun, and Master used a gun too.

But these two guns aren't the same at all!

Zhang Xiuping's eyes instantly lit up; he really liked this gun, wanted it!

No one had expected the white-haired man before them to suddenly produce such a boundlessly powerful strange hidden weapon; no one had reacted in time.

Zhou Yu and the others, already nearby, heard that tremendous boom coming from the Black Heaven Divine Palace's direction.

"What sound?"

"Sounds pretty intense."

Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Let's go, be careful, slow down. Zhu Qian's already dead, the Black Heaven Divine Palace is bound to be at irreconcilable odds with the Demon Monk Xuanzang."

Following Tang Luo's shot, Zhu Buwen's body shuddered, and the reclining chair fell to the ground.

The surrounding elites reacted, silently lunging to kill Tang Luo's group.

Ao Yulie took the lead, his Cold Ice Spear sweeping across a thousand armies, the ice-blue long spear dancing, silver dragons soaring — truly spectacular.

One man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to break through.

"Borrow it." Tang Luo tossed the sniper rifle to Zhang Xiuping.

Zhang Xiuping caught it, heart pounding wildly, wishing he could kneel and beg Grandpa Xuanzang to take good care of this gun — firearms are precision weapons, they need cherishing!

After throwing the sniper rifle, Tang Luo took out the Drilling Wind Bone Sword and gave it to Tang Yuhan.

Then, under Nan Taisheng's expectant gaze, he fished out a brick and handed it to him.

"..." Nan Taisheng looked at the brick in his hand, then at the other three's cool, handsome gear.

Felt discriminated against — Master, I'm really not a dumb brute!

"Idiot, this is the strongest." Ao Yulie could still spare a glance.

Nan Taisheng instantly grew solemn with reverence, hoisted the brick, and slapped.

Smashing it onto someone's head was as easy as patting cotton — truly strong, truly hard!

Nan Taisheng felt that if it smashed onto his own head, the result would be exactly the same as these assassins — his head definitely wasn't as iron-hard as this golden brick.

The remaining four Cherry Blossom Island Divine Demon Walkers and Li Suibian had no equipment.

They weren't the main force; mopping up a few stragglers was relatively easy.

"Huh?"

Sweeping away the assassins before him, Ao Yulie's movement paused, suddenly looking toward Zhu Buwen's direction.

There, a flash of blood light.

One could see the several big men carrying the reclining chair were already lying on the ground, corpses like desiccated husks, stripped of their living vigor.

All flesh and blood had completely vanished.

Tang Yuhan, keenly sensitive to qi and blood, also looked that way, her expression shifting with shock and doubt.

She sensed vast amounts of qi and blood disappearing, as if flowing into a bottomless abyss.

"It really hurts." Zhu Buwen's voice came.

A figure slowly stood up; one could see granulation tissue continuously growing and intertwining on the wound on Zhu Buwen's chest.

With a simple motion of rising, that terrifying wound had already vanished, completely healed.

Zhu Buwen held in his right hand that saber with a black lotus as its guard.

The scabbard was already nowhere to be found; the similarly black blade was not curved, three fingers wide, single-edged, with a curved tip.

Black flames leaped upon it.

Not a trace of warmth; instead, a chill emanated.

The blade touched the ground, and the surrounding fresh blood flowed over, winding around the blade, turning into black flames.

Black Flame Demon Saber!

It last appeared in the eyes of the jianghu people six years ago; afterward, its whereabouts were unknown.

Named for the black flames burning on its blade.

Its wielder, undefeated in a hundred battles!