Chapter 627: Is the Coachman a Sword Cultivator?

I, Zhu Xing, truly have face; to meet a Sword Cultivator who has cultivated the unorthodox ghost‑wall technique to an absurd level, can also wield the Small Five Elements Sword Formation, and actually dares to use the General's Ode, a Confucian master's work, against me!

Zhu Xing sneered, his face full of mockery, and ordered the driver beside the carriage, "Zuo He, let's leave here first!"

He doesn't know what kind of beast that rushed to ambush him is, but he knows it's definitely not someone he has offended.

In all his years alive, he hasn't lacked people to offend; but no matter whom he offends, he knows in his heart that they are the sort his family can afford to provoke.

If something is even slightly unusual, he would strike first, cutting the grass and removing the root.

He will not let the other cultivate such abilities to come for revenge!

I think.

The beast ambushing him probably doesn't know where it learned of his past misdeeds; a surge of justice in its heart makes it want to emulate others as chivalrous sword‑wielders, thus it came to ambush him.

He has experienced this kind of thing several times; most were just novices, and someone as formidable as the one before him is his first encounter.

He is eager to see who the beast daring to ambush him is, but judging from the opponent's decisive use of the General's Ode, it's nine‑tenths likely a scion of a great family.

Moreover, it's very likely from a major clan; otherwise it couldn't casually tear apart a work by a Confucian master.

Very well, young master!

Zuo He responded, and as he drove the carriage to depart, a general and cavalry, who were pursuing and killing warrior after warrior, charged forward at the head of their horses.

His draft animal is a demon beast, much faster than ordinary warhorses, yet still far slower than the general and cavalry; it is clear that in no time the carriage will be overtaken.

"Bang!","Bang!","Bang!"

Meanwhile.

The speeding general and cavalry nocked arrows, drew bows, and shot arrows like a rain of meteors, striking the carriage's shield, producing a series of dull thuds.

The sharp arrows carried a massive force, continuously hitting the shield, causing crack after crack.

If not for the carriage's ability to attract wandering spiritual Qi and repair the damaged shield, under this barrage of arrow rain the shield would have already been broken.

"A bunch of trash!"

Zuo He cursed, his peripheral glance catching the nearly broken shield, and frowned, "Young master, rest here a moment; I'll go deal with those generals and cavalry!"

He was cursing the warriors who fell to the generals and cavalry; they couldn't even handle the ambushers of Zhu Xing, let alone deal with the generals and cavalry themselves.

Moreover, they couldn't even flee; before they got far, they all fell to the arrows of the generals and cavalry, which is why the generals and cavalry could come so quickly to trouble them.

"Go, eliminate those generals and cavalry, then bring me the mastermind!"

Zhu Xing's face darkened, and he said in an unfriendly tone.

He roughly guessed that the ambusher was likely a scion of a great family; he didn't wish to argue with them, even though they cruelly slaughtered his guard. After all, the Zhu Clan is only a modest powerhouse, able to dominate only Xiang Xian, far from a true great family. To casually tear apart a General's Ode penned by a Confucian master, even among major clans, only favored scions would have such audacity.

Such a person, it's not that he can't afford to provoke them, but if he dares to act against a favored scion of a great clan, he must consider that the ensuing thunderous retaliation could bring disaster, possibly wiping out both him and the Zhu Clan.

That's why he let Zuo He drive the carriage away, to avoid further contact with the ambushing scion, lest uncontrolled hatred cause him to devour the opponent alive and invite thunderous revenge.

Who could have known.

The opponent is shameless!

Zuo He, in a serious tone, said, "Young master, await my good news!"

"Ding! The generals and cavalry formed from your wielded General's Ode have shot a rogue martial cultivator; congratulations, you earn a reward: Merit +100!"

Wang Ping'an listened contentedly as a series of mechanical, cold voices echoed in his mind; in just a short time he had amassed thousands of Merit, nearly enough Merit to upgrade a Cultivation skill from the Cultivation realm to the Greater Attainment Realm, and his smile was almost impossible to conceal.

Suddenly.

Through a controlled Paper Person, an elder briskly walked toward the speeding generals and cavalry, drew a long sword from his waist, as if to block the carriage like a mantis arm.

"Isn't this Zhu Xing's driver? What is he doing, stopping the carriage instead of driving it away, stepping down—could he be trying to stop my top‑tier generals and cavalry?"

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Wang Ping'an's face showed only puzzlement; before he could finish his inner thought, a dazzling sword flash streaked out, injuring the leading general, and among the following cavalry, several riders fell from their horses, their bodies bearing severe wounds, startlingly.

"How could this happen?"

He could clearly see that both the wounded general and the fallen cavalry were all damage caused by Zuo He, watching Zuo He wield the Sword Apparatus like a swift dragon, leaving afterimages and executing a terrifying sword technique that repeatedly forced the attacking cavalry to fall from their mounts.

Even the leading general was riddled with scars; if the general weren't far stronger than the cavalry, and with their perfectly coordinated joint attacks, that general might also perish under Zuo He's long sword.

"Is he a Sword Cultivator?"

From the Le Family's grand courtyard, Wang Ping'an's pupils narrowed, his face filled with unmistakable shock.

When Zuo He abandoned driving the carriage away with Zhu Xing, instead stopping the carriage like a mantis arm and briskly walking toward the charging generals and cavalry, he guessed that Zuo He might have something unusual about him.

Only.

Who could have imagined Zuo He would be a Sword Cultivator.

Watching the assault of generals and cavalry, he not only held his ground but cut down rider after rider, leaving successive wounds on the generals; his figure was invisible, only sword flashes visible, and Wang Ping'an sensed a familiar scent.

It was the same scent as that of the great sword hero Dong Qing and Capital City's demon‑guard commander Yu Die, a scent unique to Sword Cultivators.

On the carriage, a beauty, watching Zuo He slaughter all around, exclaimed with surprise, "Young master, Zuo He, is he really that powerful?"

(End of chapter)