Chapter 265: The North Line Won’t Have Any Problems
In the formation.
Arrows shot through the air like lightning, resembling roaring silver dragons, making quite the commotion.
Under the mask, Young Master Sang strolled leisurely, the trajectory of the Dream Jun Sword moved with an obscure rhythm, perfectly deflecting the onslaught of attacks without a single drop of water leaking through.
Even Gu Yingmian couldn’t break through the sword barrier of “Clear Peace Floating Life Sword,” let alone General Huang, who was merely at the Crossing Tribulation Stage.
After several exchanges of sword and blade light, Old Huang, leaning on his battle axe, had a glint of sharpness in his aged eyes.
…This kid.
Much harder to deal with than expected.
Not to mention that his unpredictable swordplay left even someone battle-hardened like him without a single opportunity.
Moreover, the sword in that kid’s hand was downright wicked.
Old Huang had practiced for many years and had seen countless divine weapons in the Holy Kingdom.
But he had never seen a divine weapon that matched the level of the sword in this kid’s hand.
Flawlessly perfect, seamless, akin to a piece of naturally formed beautiful jade.
Its grade was notably higher than his trusty old battle axe, which was already considered a top-tier divine weapon. It had fought alongside him for many years, stained with blood and exuding its own pressure.
However, after several clashes, his axe was already buzzing incessantly as if it couldn’t bear the burden anymore and was reaching its limit.
Clearly, its grade was quite lower than that of his opponent’s weapon.
“What’s wrong?”
Across from him, Young Master Sang, with an inherently sinister air from beneath his mask, chuckled lightly, “Is the old man already failing?”
“If you beg for mercy now, I could give you a chance to explode some gold coins.”
“Hmph.”
Old Huang scoffed and was resolute in his heart.
…It couldn’t be dragged on any longer.
This kid was wickedly treacherous, and secrets were popping up all around him; leaving him in the formation might lead to unforeseen changes.
He needed to subdue him as soon as possible. If that was impossible, he would work with his junior master and General Niu to squash this variable in the formation.
So, Old Huang spoke no more, and a murderous intent emerged from his battle armor.
He slowly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, bending the enormous golden dragon bow until it looked like a full moon.
Young Master Sang almost instantly felt himself locked onto by a pressure that made the hair on his body stand on end, as if he were being overwhelmed by a mountain-like weight.
If it were an ordinary person, they would surely be unable to move at this point. Clearly, the other side was done playing around and was ready to go all out.
Yet, Young Master Sang didn’t seem afraid, slowly raising his hand and sword, his sword intent similarly flowing gently.
At that moment, when the arrow was about to be released, the surroundings suddenly changed dramatically.
The people who were once worlds apart were suddenly back at the tranquil pass of Luoying Mountain.
As the sounds of disbelief from the caravan echoed behind them, both Young Master Sang and Old Huang froze, halting their offensive.
Especially Old Huang.
He looked at the familiar surroundings, and his heart filled with uncertainty.
What’s going on? Did the formation break?
Impossible! The junior master said that this formation was one of the top three in the grandmaster’s estate, and it couldn’t possibly be broken from the inside.
Who broke the formation…
He instinctively glanced at the tea stall by the roadside, and upon doing so, he gasped and shouted:
“Junior Master!”
By the roadside, the tea stall was in complete shambles.
The previously clean and elegant-looking Xiang Zimo was now covered in blood, with a bruised and swollen face resembling that of a pig.
The once pristine and flashy robe was now tattered and dirty, looking utterly miserable.
“Junior Master! What happened to you?!”
General Huang, forgetting all about his tasks, immediately rushed over to support Xiang Zimo, his face filled with anxiety, “How could you get beaten up like this? I was only in the formation for a moment! Where did General Niu go?”
“Bastard! You demon cultivators are too much! How dare you treat the junior master like this!”
“No… it’s not… the demon cult…”
With a swollen face, Xiang Zimo could barely speak, mumbling unclear words as his teeth showed through: “It’s… Chi… Yu…”
Seeing his junior master unable to articulate properly, Old Huang knew that saving him was a priority.
He immediately took out a pill to feed Xiang Zimo and turned his head to glare coldly at Young Master Sang.
Although he didn’t want to admit it.
Old Huang knew that with General Niu missing, the junior master heavily injured, and this kid in front of him not being an opponent he could deal with right away.
This mission was a failure.
“What are you looking at?”
Young Master Sang removed his mask, shrugging innocently: “You know, we were all inside the formation, it couldn’t have been me.”
“Who told you the Holy Kingdom to be so arrogant everywhere, making enemies at every turn? Looks like someone backstabbed you.”
“Hmph. Kid, don’t get too pleased with yourself.” Old Huang sneered, “Offending the Holy Kingdom, your demon cult won’t be far from disaster.”
“This time, I’ll let you go first!”
After speaking, he could only carry Xiang Zimo and suddenly vanished from the spot.
Only after confirming that the presence of the Holy Kingdom had completely disappeared did the transportation team’s members finally breathe a sigh of relief and began to cheer.
“We won! We drove away the Holy Kingdom’s people!”
“Yay!”
In contrast to the celebratory crowd behind, Young Master Sang remained calm. He slowly pondered:
“Nian Nian. How much essence does Master Crystal have left?”
“Less than one-fifth.”
…Running out fast. Young Master Sang sighed.
Though they had managed to escape this encounter without any casualties.
The price he paid wasn’t small.
Not only was the Crossing Tribulation Stage essence left by Master Crystal diminished, but the points spent in this endeavor were astronomical.
Thankfully, the result was good; at least it didn’t waste his points.
“Let Linzhou City know we’re safe.” He calmly instructed his subordinates.
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Linzhou City.
Upon hearing that the caravan on the official road had successfully repelled the Holy Kingdom without casualties, the hall of Fusa Pavilion erupted with cheers.
Bai Ming slowly relaxed his tightly clenched fists.
“They really made it through safely…” she murmured.
During the time the frontline had been embroiled in battle, Bai Ming’s heart was overshadowed by a peculiar fear.
She was truly afraid something had happened to Young Master Sang. So worried that she didn’t even have the time to care about the cargo. She had even regretted that even if the cargo didn’t move, she didn’t want anything to happen to Young Master Sang.
Even under circumstances unknown to everyone, Bai Ming had prepared for the worst.
In her hand, she clutched a piece of soft jade the size of half a palm.
She had held onto this soft jade tightly until Young Master Sang reported safety before she began to relax.
“Master, Young Master Sang’s call.”
The Little Maid handed her the communication device, and Bai Ming took a moment to calm her emotions, putting on a bright and composed smile.
“Congratulations, Brother Sang, I knew you’d handle it well.”
“Of course.” From the communication device, Young Master Sang’s tone sounded as though nothing had happened.
“I promised Brother Bai to deliver the goods safely; not even the Holy Kingdom or the King himself can stop me.”
Bai Ming momentarily dazed.
But she quickly came back to herself, smiling and teasing: “Brother Sang, don’t pop the champagne just yet. We haven’t heard from the North Line until now.”
“Don’t worry.”
Young Master Sang’s voice was exceptionally confident: “The North Line will definitely have no problems.”
