85: Chapter 82: The Massacre 85: Chapter 82: The Massacre In the dark and narrow cave, a tornado seemed to rage.
The wild winds coiled around Chu Xisheng’s body and also entwined his Blood Refining Light Steel Blade.
At this moment, every sweep of his blade unleashed a sharp, cyan Wind Blade that was a full ten feet long.
Wherever it passed, tendons and bones snapped, and heads separated from bodies.
There were also cyan-blue lightning bolts that continuously shot out from the center of the storm.
Chu Xisheng’s blood boiled with fervor, his whole being immersed in the slaughter.
The black blade in his hand harvested lives like a scythe.
The unpredictable shadow of the blade resembled a storm-petrel fluttering through a tempest, moving about freely and effortlessly.
One by one, the stalwart horse bandits helplessly fell at his feet, and Martial Cultivators of Ninth and even Eighth Rank had their throats cut by him.
Blood rained down in all directions, staining the walls of the cave red.
With every step he took, a life was cut down; with every sweep of his blade, heads invariably fell.
In just twenty breaths, the crowd before Chu Xisheng had reduced by a third.
Nearly thirty-five bodies lay dismembered on the ground, their blood merging into a red stream.
The bandits of White Cloud Village had initially charged with reckless abandon.
But in the span of these fleeting moments, terror had filled their eyes, and they began to back away instinctively, retreating from the violent storm and the dark arc of the blade’s light.
“Damned Immortal, this one’s another hidden talent!”
Ge Ping’an grunted angrily, veins bulging on his arms.
But his pupils contracted slightly, revealing a hint of solemnity.
He felt a chill in his heart.
Just moments before, this man’s cultivation had clearly been at the Ninth Grade realm, yet the combat power he displayed now was on par with Seventh Rank!
Wind and Thunder Control—this was an ability one could only possess by cultivating both the Chasing Wind Saber and the Chasing Lightning Finger to the Fifth Level and comprehending Sword Intent.
Besides, his Nourishing Essence Skill could not be lower than Fourth Level.
This man, like Lu Luanti, had concealed his true cultivation strength.
And judging by the combat power he was displaying, he could not be underestimated.
“Everyone fall back!”
Ge Ping’an roared explosively.
He stepped back three paces, gripping the Miao Blade at his waist, “Draw your bows, shoot this bastard dead!”
Following his command, the horse bandits surrounding Chu Xisheng scattered as if pardoned, desperately running backward, retreating from him like a receding tide.
A few who were just a step slower had their heads sliced off by the blades within the wild wind.
At this moment, in the cave, at least thirty people had picked up their bows, and there were as many as ten Flying Locust Crossbows aimed at Chu Xisheng.
Just as Chu Xisheng was about to give chase, a flurry of arrows and bolts rained down.
Some of the bandits were unable to dodge in time and were riddled with holes by the signature Nail Arrows of the Flying Locust Crossbows.
In front of Chu Xisheng, a large cluster of sparks exploded, followed by a series of clanging ‘ding ding dang dang’ sounds.
In the confines of the narrow cave, Chu Xisheng had nowhere to dodge, nowhere to hide, and couldn’t be bothered to expend the effort.
Qin Muge’s sword speed was not only several times faster than his own, but his strength and True Yuan also far surpassed him.
The ten Flying Locust Crossbows could have shot him dead in an instant, but they failed to touch even a hair on him.
Chu Xisheng wove a dense curtain of blade light in front of him, impenetrable to water and unaffected by the storm.
The arrows and Nail Arrows that were deflected and sent flying continuously struck the stone walls on both sides.
However, his advance was halted, the continuous rain of arrows preventing him from advancing even an inch, even if they temporarily could not harm him.
Some bandits who didn’t carry bows resorted to hidden weapons instead, throwing darts, money darts, Flying Needles, and even Meteor Hammers at him without end.
To Chu Xisheng’s greater annoyance, a few long arrows even flew towards Lu Luanti, who was unconscious in the midst of the fray.
A sense of helplessness rose in Chu Xisheng’s heart, and just as he thought about retreating to Lu Luanti’s side,
Several pieces of information suddenly surfaced in his mind.
The first clause is, “A debt of a meal must be repaid, a grudge as slight as a glance must be avenged; to avenge is to inevitably partake in bloodshed”!
The second clause then states, “Hence, the way a gentleman governs others is to use their ways against them, returning upon them their own actions”!
Chu Xisheng’s gaze immediately flashed with an unusual luster, and his Sword Force transformed accordingly, with his entire aura undergoing a change once more.
At that moment, across from him, Ge Ping’an looked at Chu Xisheng, who was caught off guard, with a smile playing on his lips, “Your cultivation is quite impressive!
Primordial Skill of the Eighth Rank, and yet your Sword Skill is sharp enough to rival that of the Seventh Rank.
But no matter how strong your swordsmanship is, today you will fall into my hands.”
The Blood-clothed Man nodded slightly in response, “Mr.
Ge reacts appropriately!
His swordsmanship is troublesome, and his talent is far from ordinary.
His combat power closely follows that contemptible wretch.
Directly shooting him dead would be for the best—”
At this moment, the speech of the Blood-clothed Man abruptly ceased.
He vaguely heard the roar of a beast and the Blood-clothed Man frowned slightly as he glanced at Chu Xisheng once again, only to see a giant beast behind Chu Xisheng that seemed to have the head of a dragon and body of a hyena, its entire form swirling with Geng Metal Energy.
It glared furiously with eyes bulging, its aura unparalleled!
This instant, nearly everyone present felt as if their brains had been struck by a hammer, their consciousness momentarily dimmed.
Even the Blood-clothed Man was no exception, albeit to a lesser degree.
Subsequently, countless feathered arrows, Nail Arrows, and Flying Needles reflected back, resulting in a chorus of wails within the cave.
Chu Xisheng’s sword continued to strike and block, yet out of these deadly projectiles, approximately one out of every ten was redirected by his clever force manipulation, causing them to furiously slam back to their origins.
Although Chu Xisheng was unable to return all the energy from these Hidden Weapons, he still managed to send back seven-tenths of it.
In merely the span of three breaths, five out of the ten Flying Locust Crossbowmen were injured by the Nail Arrows Chu Xisheng reflected back at them.
After that, Chu Xisheng’s momentum rose like a rainbow, as a black curtain of swords enveloped dozens upon hundreds of Hidden Weapons, sweeping forward like a tornado.
His primary targets were those archers and Flying Locust Crossbowmen.
However, where Chu Xisheng’s fierce wind passed, not a single one was left alive, bodies tumbled to the ground, and streams of blood sprayed into the air.
No one could withstand him for a moment, no one could last a single exchange before his sword.
Ge Ping’an’s eyes were near bursting with fury, his hatred intensifying beyond measure.
In this brief period of less than 15 minutes, this young man had caused casualties to six-tenths of his subordinates.
He also knew that if Chu Xisheng could not be stopped at this moment, the remaining forty-odd horse bandits here would be forcefully dispersed by Chu Xisheng, and perhaps even slaughtered to the point of near extinction.
In particular, those Flying Locust Crossbowmen could not be compromised.
“Stop being so presumptuous!”
He stepped forward, soaring in front of Chu Xisheng like a fleeting shadow, the Miao Blade slashing like a whip towards the young man’s throat.
This was a call for help to his companion, as only by joining forces could they suppress the momentum of this man.
The Blood-clothed Man hesitated not a whit; his Blood Sword thrust from his waist, leaping into the air above Chu Xisheng, the sword like a shadow of blood, striking towards the young man’s brow.
The two, from above and below, coordinated seamlessly.
Chu Xisheng, indeed unable to guard both high and low simultaneously, found himself hard-pressed to respond.
In just three exchanges, his sword was blasted out of his grip by Ge Ping’an’s full-strength cut.
And just as a look of joy surfaced in Ge Ping’an’s eyes, Chu Xisheng’s fingers came together like a blade, thunder and lightning bursting forth as he charged towards his face.
This was the “Chasing Lightning Finger”!
Ge Ping’an’s gaze grew dim, a sense of enlightenment suddenly dawning upon him.
This guy had clearly abandoned his sword intentionally, seizing this slender chance.
But why could his hand move so fast?
On top of the original speed of his fast sword, it could actually still accelerate!
He intended to dodge, but Chu Xisheng’s fingers seemed to weave through light and shadow, piercing Ge Ping’an’s brow with a single thrust.
Afterward, Chu Xisheng swiftly snatched the Miao Blade from Ge Ping’an’s hand, blocking at the critical moment.
With this sharp symphony of clash and sparks, Chu Xisheng barely, by the narrowest margin, parried the Blood-clothed Man’s sword less than half a foot from his neck.
And he himself was blasted back over ten meters by the opponent’s powerful sword power.
Chu Xisheng staggered, barely able to stand firm, yet the Miao Blade in his hand remained impenetrable, slicing all the incoming Hidden Weapons to pieces.