Chapter 625

Compared to Zhang Fu being entangled in combat with a long sword like a giant dragon, upon discovering Wang Ping'an's hiding place, he couldn't free his hands to deal with Wang Ping'an, Zhu Xing said expressionlessly:

What are you all standing around for? Since we've already discovered where the ambusher is hiding, why don't you quickly take care of him?

The warriors still alive around the carriage were the elite of the elite; at this very moment they were still resisting, and hearing this, they couldn't help but speak out as wave after wave of flying swords came down like a torrential rain:

"My lord, if we leave, what will happen to you? Our duty is to protect your safety!"

They would say this not because they were frightened out of their wits by Wang Ping'an's methods; at this moment, many warriors were losing their lives under the flying swords that fell like a torrential rain.

It can be said that, after serving as Zhu Xing's guards for so many years, this was their most painful experience; they had guarded Zhu Xing for so many years, yet they had not gone without encountering ambushes.

But suffering such a painful cost like this is the first time they've seen.

Just that.

They could become Zhu Xing's guards only after being carefully selected, having crawled out of piles of corpses, long accustomed to life and death; Wang Ping'an's displayed skill was indeed brutal, but not enough to scare them witless.

They did not follow Zhu Xing's order to go and deal with Wang Ping'an the moment his hiding place was exposed, because they had not forgotten their duty.

Their duty was to protect Zhu Xing's safety, even if it cost them their lives; they had to keep Zhu Xing unharmed.

Otherwise.

Regardless of whether they managed to kill the mastermind behind the ambush on Zhu Xing, if Zhu Xing were harmed, especially if he lost his life, even if they could slay the ambusher on the spot, the Zhu Clan would not let them off, and even their families would be implicated.

"How so? Do you think this much attack could hurt me in the slightest?"

Zhu Xing glanced up; wave after wave of flying swords coming at him were all blocked by that wall of bronze and iron that appeared from the carriage, his face full of contempt. He looked down at the warriors on horseback, seeing they still wanted to say something, and said impatiently:

"I don't need your protection; what's important now is to capture that daredevil who ambushed me, alive or dead, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Upon hearing Zhu Xing say that, the remaining warriors around dared not say more; they knew his character all too well. Although they were still worried about Zhu Xing's safety, they dared not be useless, and they all urged their horses forward, simultaneously blocking the wave after wave of flying swords that came down like a torrential rain while racing toward Wang Ping'an's hiding place.

"My lord, you say, which fool with the gall of a bear and leopard dared to ambush you—has he grown tired of living?"

A beauty beside Zhu Xing, while flirting with him, asked.

"In this world, nothing is lacking—except for those clueless good-for-nothings!"

Zhu Xing gave a cold snort, his gaze distant, his eyes full of icy intent, and said: "I just don't know what abilities this clueless good-for-nothing has; if his skills are lacking, I'll be terribly disappointed!"

"My lord, I think the person daring to ambush you must be quite capable; I know full well how formidable Commander Zhang is. This person hasn't even shown his face yet, yet with just a small Five Elements sword formation he can match Commander Zhang blow for blow. I fear that eight or nine out of ten of the warriors sent to find him will die at his hands."

"You slut actually have good eyesight, recognizing that the clueless thing is employing a small Five Elements sword formation!"

Zhu Xing sneered.

From the ghost wall just now to the present small Five Elements sword formation, even though he hasn't seen Wang Ping'an or witnessed it firsthand, he can still clearly know Wang Ping'an's true abilities. Without some skill, one couldn't have cultivated that insignificant ghost wall to such a degree in the heterodox paths, nor could one deploy such a formidable small Five Elements sword formation, able to match Zhang Fu blow for blow.

He did not believe that the warriors he had sent to deal with Wang Ping'an could succeed; they might all end up losing their lives at Wang Ping'an's hands.

He didn't care.

As for guards, as long as the Zhu Clan hasn't collapsed and they're willing to spend money, there's no shortage of them. He happened to have no fondness for this batch of guards; aside from Zhang Fu, the rest were good-for-nothings. He would use their lives to test the true abilities of the ambusher.

It would be an honor for these guards!

Regarding the person daring to ambush him, he was actually full of curiosity. Having just witnessed the power of the ghost wall, he thought the ambusher must be an exceptionally powerful ghost cultivator, for otherwise it would be impossible to deploy a ghost wall in broad daylight, let alone cultivate the technique to such a degree.

If he weren't still quite familiar with the ghost wall technique, he wouldn't believe that after suffering Zhang Fu's strike earlier, it wasn't destroyed but rather strengthened into a maze, which turned out to be that lowly ghost wall technique from the heterodox paths.

However.

As one warrior after another fell under the flying swords that came down like a torrential rain, losing their lives, and as Zhang Fu fought blow for blow against the rainbow-colored long dragon formed from countless swords, he realized it was a small Five Elements sword formation, and only then did he know his earlier guess was wrong.

"The ambusher is not so much a ghost cultivator as a sword cultivator!"

"Precisely because he could recognize the small Five Elements sword formation at a glance, he was especially familiar with it, naturally knowing the stringent requirements for deploying such a formation, and able to bring it to this level."

In this novel you have arrived.

For a moment, he was full of curiosity about the assassin who dared to ambush him.

"This is……"

One warrior after another, while resisting the Flying Sword attacks like a violent rainstorm, urged their warhorses at top speed, rushing to Wang Ping'an's hiding place. Suddenly they saw that where Wang Ping'an had been hiding, a crack elite troop had appeared; the leading general looked extremely fierce and evil, as if he had just emerged from a slaughter of tens of thousands of troops. Their pupils shrank sharply, and they panicked, shouting: 'What do we do?'

What else can we do? Of course we charge forward!

All troops, attack!

Just as the warriors reached a consensus—regardless of how this troop had appeared here, they would first deal with them, then go after the ambushers who had attacked them—a thunderous roar rang out. In the next instant, the general mounted his horse, leading the charge, flying toward them, making these warriors feel as if they had arrived on a battlefield to fight to the death.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!", "Pfft!"

The general nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and arrow after arrow, like meteors, instantly pierced the bodies of one warrior after another, shooting them off their horses.

(End of chapter)