Chapter 340

What kind of magic is this?

And who is this female Daoist?

How is it that she looks so young and weak, yet seems even three parts more terrifying than that "Master Lin"?

At the same time, the female Daoist turned her head and looked at another person.

That person was holding a small silver teapot with a rather exotic style, only the size of a palm; the teapot spout was aimed at the junior sister. He had originally come with Mu Lantuo to deal with the junior sister, but before he could even make a move, he was stunned in place by the scene before him. By the time he reacted, their gazes had already met.

One side revealed terror, the other was calm and resolute.

"Woo-woo!"

A sword scabbard spun through the air.

The man retreated in a hurry, while simultaneously holding the small teapot in one hand and pointing the other at it, his eyes fixed tightly on the junior sister as he activated the magical artifact in his hand.

Thick smoke immediately emerged from the teapot spout. Nearby, the firelight from the battle between masters and martial artists illuminated the smoke, which faintly revealed shifting, five-colored luster; just looking at it made one dizzy.

In an instant, the scabbard had already broken through the air.

The man narrowly dodged to the side.

However, in the very next moment, the figure of the female Daoist holding her sword had already broken through the mist, holding her breath and closing her eyes, swinging her sword to strike.

"Ah-ya!"

He was a master, not a martial artist; where would he get such fast reactions, such agile movements, and so much composure in the face of danger? The man couldn't help but let out a loud cry, forced to use all his strength to dodge.

He actually avoided the vital spot.

It was just that the teapot in his hand also slipped away.

With a slash! The long sword shaved past his shoulder, taking away a piece of flesh and cloth.

But before he could even stand up, he saw the female Daoist pull a horsetail whisk from behind her and swing it toward his neck.

Every single long hair of that horsetail whisk was like a steel wire!

"Heh!"

The man immediately felt a sharp pain in his neck, unable to even scream; reaching out to touch it, he could only feel hot, surging blood.

The junior sister withdrew her hand; the horsetail whisk was already stained red.

And with a light flick of her left hand, a streak of red was scattered on the ground, and the horsetail whisk returned to being snow-white.

Before the Great Foot Masters could recover their senses, they heard another miserable cry.

"Ah!"

A master walking at the front had already been bitten by that giant white fox and was being shaken violently.

Poor master, with all his magical skills, he hadn't managed to display a single one, and even his miserable cry lasted only a short moment before he breathed his last amidst the fox's wild and wide-ranging shaking. As the fox loosened its grip, his whole body was like a broken sack, thrown onto the nearby roof, smashing many tiles.

Seeing this, two nearby masters unfastened the bone-bead bracelets from their wrists; one chanted a spell and threw it at the fox, while the other formed his hands into a blade and stabbed toward the fox.

The fox's body bent slightly—just an imperceptible degree—and its huge body rose with the wind, light and swift, avoiding these attacks in one go and jumping straight onto the opposite courtyard wall.

Agile and graceful, like a fish in water.

The bracelet hit the wall and scattered all over the ground.

The other master lunged at empty air.

But when the fox turned its head and opened its mouth to spit out a golden flame that illuminated the night sky, the crowd finally realized that the fox's jump was not just to avoid attacks, but also to find a better angle to spit fire.

Thus, the fox stood high above, spitting fierce fire while slowly turning its head, showering the flames upon all the Great Foot Masters and warriors.

The crowd on the ground scrambled in panic to dodge.

Some hid behind stone tables, others behind the crabapple tree; one person used magic to resist the flames, and another was naturally unafraid of fire, so people stood beside or behind them. In their panic, others discovered that the fox was reluctant to burn its own house or the crabapple tree in the courtyard, so they hid in those two directions.

As soon as the golden flames on the courtyard wall stopped, someone immediately poked their head out from below, likewise inhaling and spitting flames toward the fox.

The fox jumped nimbly to the other side.

Opening its mouth again, the sky was filled with cold air.

Another head flew into the air, using its huge ears as wings, taking advantage of the night to circle behind the fox.

But unexpectedly, before it could even circle to the back, it heard a sharp piercing sound in the air.

Puchi!

A flying sword pierced it through directly.

"Do you masters really think that today, on my turf, you would be the ones with the greater numbers?"

The Daoist said this with a calm face.

It was the perfect time to test the new bean soldiers!

Thus, he waved his left hand, scattering a sky full of beans.

Now, with forty bean soldiers, there was truly a handful in his hand, and scattering them into the sky looked just like the whole sky.

And as they transformed into armored soldiers and landed—

Some landed in the courtyard, some under the eaves, some on the courtyard wall, and some stood on the roof.

"Rumble..."

"Clatter..."

Armor clashing! Tiles shattering!

The entire courtyard could barely hold them!

The many Great Foot Masters and warriors were stunned, and those who didn't know better would have thought that the elite troops from the early days of Great Jiang, who killed gods and demons alike, had arrived here.

"Good men! These foreigners broke into my house at night, intending to steal, and when I discovered them, they wanted to harm me. Please help me eliminate these demons!"

Immediately, armored soldiers holding spears stabbed at the nearby Great Foot warriors. Although the Great Foot warriors weren't wearing armor today, they were skilled in martial arts and battle-hardened, so they dodged the spears and swung their maces at the chests of these armored soldiers.

"Ah!!!"

The Great Foot warrior's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, using every ounce of his strength.

A dull sound! Sparks flashed in the dark night!

The first dent was left on the armored soldier's brand-new armor.

But beneath that armor was not a body of flesh and blood, nor were there ribs or internal organs; this blow felt like hitting a large tree covered in heavy armor, and the sharp weapon originally intended to break armor had no effect at all.

It only knocked the armored soldier back two steps.

"Huh?"

The Great Foot warrior was surprised, but he also discovered that the armored soldier's strength was not as great as he had imagined.

That meant they could be defeated.

"Demons!"

The Great Foot warrior gritted his teeth and shouted.

But just as he was about to raise his mace to smash the armored soldier's wooden head, he saw another armored soldier holding a long saber rushing toward him.

The Great Foot warrior was not afraid; with his blood boiling, he felt it was just in time.

Thus, he abandoned his original target and walked toward this long-saber armored soldier.

The two sides approached rapidly.

Bang! The long saber and the mace collided!

This Great Foot warrior unexpectedly discovered that this armored soldier's strength was many times greater than the previous one, and combined with the momentum of the charge, the giant force hitting his mace was something he could hardly resist.

Just as he couldn't help but widen his eyes, a flash of fire from his own side's master illuminated the armored soldier's armor, which was covered in dents and pits, not knowing how many battles it had endured.

The mace flew out of his hand!

Before he could wait for the armored soldier's next slash, a sharp arrow pierced the night sky and drilled into his head.

Another master chanted a spell, blowing out many invisible blades that clanged against these armored soldiers, but a moment later, they were knocked away by another armored soldier holding a shield, hitting the wall and bouncing back.

As soon as he landed, his head was severed by an armored soldier's saber.

Another master used an umbrella to repel an armored soldier, but unexpectedly, a flying sword came from behind, piercing through the back of his head.

The firelight blooming in the dark night, the wandering arrows and flying swords shuttling everywhere, the martial artists, Daoists, and masters fighting in the courtyard, and the giant fox spitting cold air on the courtyard wall, along with the armored soldiers drawing bows and arrows.

￠o

This night was not only torn apart by shouts of killing, screams, and rumbling sounds, but also illuminated by firelight.

The Great Foot warriors and masters were rapidly dwindling.

"Puff!"

A Great Foot warrior was pierced by Lord Luo's silver spear, clutching his chest as he retreated, stopping when he hit the wall next to Lin Jue, turning his head to look at Lin Jue, slightly opening his mouth, not knowing what he wanted to say or do, but just a breath later, his chest exploded abruptly.

"Retreat!"

Finally, someone shouted.

The Great Foot Masters, having lost more than half their number, finally began to run outside the courtyard wall, while the warriors seemed to have no fear of death, wanting to use their own lives to win a path of survival for the masters.

Unfortunately, let alone the junior sister and Lord Luo, and let alone Lin Jue and Fuyao, just the thirty bean soldiers in the courtyard, plus the ten archers on the courtyard wall drawing bows and arrows—so much armor, blades, and arrows were enough to make their efforts futile no matter how hard they tried.

Lin Jue completely ignored them, stepping out, chanting a spell, and pointing a finger.

Wall-Separation Technique!

A master was running when he hit an invisible wall, was knocked straight back, and fell to the ground.

"Shu-shu-shu..."

Seven or eight arrows were immediately shot from the courtyard wall, hitting at least four or five times.

A master had already climbed onto the wall.

"Freeze!"

"Don't run!"

A silver spear broke through the air, pinning him directly to the wall.

Other masters hadn't run many steps before they were caught up by flying swords.

Some were turned into stone statues by the fox's breath, frozen in the posture of running; others were chased down by the junior sister and pierced through the heart with a sword.

"Someone ran through the wall!"

"Another one ran too!"

"Chase!"

The junior sister held her sword in one hand and the horsetail whisk in the other, stepped forward, and flipped over the courtyard wall in one go.

But she saw that the person who had luckily escaped using a defensive spell had run to the middle of the residence and actually jumped into the lake with a splash.

"Huh?"

Can you escape by jumping into a lake? Could it be a water-escape technique?

The junior sister frowned, pondering what kind of magic this person had used and not knowing what to do, when she heard a splash in the lake.

A giant palm made purely of lake water emerged from thin air in the lake, gripping the person directly, and amidst the sound of splashing water, gradually moved toward the willow tree on the shore.

"Splash..."

The palm dissipated, and water spilled all over the ground.

This master also fell to the ground.

The junior sister raised her sword and looked up, only to see a figure standing on the opposite side of the small lake, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, looking like an ordinary fisherman, bowing to her.

And on the other side, the fox leaped nimbly in the air, chasing the person who had gone through the wall.

One occupied the high ground, the other could constantly pass through walls.

One chasing, one fleeing.

But unexpectedly, just as that person escaped a street alley and reached a pitch-black main street, having just passed a corner, he saw what looked like a lamp flickering in the air before him.

In his panic, he seemed to see a lantern, and also seemed to see a stone lantern from the Great Jiang Palace, with firelight burning inside, connected to an iron chain, forming a chain-hammer that swung toward him.

"Bang!"

Sparks splashed in the air.

The weight of the lantern and the force of the blow knocked him flying backward, and his chest was scorched, emitting bursts of white smoke; sparks fell to the ground, leaving many charred spots even on the bluestone slabs.

A short, thin figure holding a lantern walked out from behind the corner.

The fox also landed lightly.

The two sides looked at each other, and Wan Xinrong bowed and spoke:

"Friend Fuyao! How is Master Lin? We heard movements in this direction and rushed over specifically to protect the Master!"

Two other figures walked out from behind.

The shrunken fox raised its head, looking up at them.

"Many thanks."

A clear, delicate voice.

"They are all dead."