Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 288 Mission Completed

The leader of the black-clad men watched as the guards from the Bai Mansion continued to pour in, their numbers steadily increasing. Even more troubling for him was the fact that Nangong Wending's strength was no less than his own! He secretly thought it was not good, knowing that capturing the eldest son of the Bai Mansion was hopeless.

So, he gave the order without hesitation: "Second brother, third brother, this mission has failed. Do not continue to tangle with them. Retreat immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force, swung his weapon, and forcefully deflected Nangong Wending's thrusting sword. Then, he pulled up his injured fourth brother and, like a ghost, disappeared into the pitch-black jungle.

When Nangong Wendi heard the black-clad man's order to retreat, his gaze immediately turned to the eldest son beside him, waiting for his instructions.

The eldest son looked calm and composed at this moment. After a moment's thought, he gave the order, "Commander Nangong, there's no need to pursue them. Just do your best to capture the men in black present. Don't rush too far into the enemy's territory to avoid being ambushed."

Nangong Wending sprang into action upon hearing the command. Like a tiger descending from a mountain, he pounced fiercely upon the remaining group of men in black. His longsword swung with such force that it was impenetrable. In the blink of an eye, several men in black fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

The other men in black saw the situation was bad and fled in all directions, but Nangong Wending was so agile that he would not let them go easily. For a moment, shouts of killing and pleas for mercy resounded throughout the forest.

As for the two men in black who were fighting with the Bai Mansion's priest, as soon as they heard the boss's order to retreat, they stopped attacking in an instant, like frightened birds. They turned around and flew away without hesitation, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

However, the other men in black who failed to escape in time were not so lucky.

At that moment, Nangong Wending rushed into the battle circle like a flash of lightning. He swung his sword, and the shadows of the sword flashed. Each strike carried an unparalleled momentum that was chilling. Those black-clad men who had been resisting stubbornly were completely vulnerable in front of him. Only waves of screams could be heard one after another.

After a fierce battle, except for the four bosses who evacuated first and successfully escaped, only two or three people were left at the scene who managed to escape.

Finally, when the battle ended, people began to clean up the battlefield. After careful inspection, it was found that although the guards of Bai Mansion had experienced a fierce battle, fortunately, except for the one who was seriously injured at the beginning, most of the others had only suffered minor injuries and no casualties.

In comparison, the situation of the men in black was much more miserable. There were nearly ten cold corpses lying on the ground. In addition, there were two or three seriously injured and dying men in black lying in a pool of blood, groaning in pain.

It turned out that these people were the ones Nangong Wending deliberately left alive, with the purpose of handing them over to the Bai Mansion for interrogation, so as to thoroughly find out the true origins of these enemies.

After everything was packed up, the people from the Bai Mansion, led by the eldest son, returned to Baishui County in a mighty procession.

The sunlight fell on the magnificent Bai Mansion like golden threads, making the entire mansion sparkle.

On the broad, flat arena, the atmosphere was incredibly lively. Two palace guards, clad in sturdy attire, were fiercely engaging in a martial arts duel. Their captivating exchange attracted a crowd of palace guards, who formed a tight circle and watched the thrilling contest intently.

Two flashes of cold light flashed in the air, two extremely sharp swords clashing. As one of the swords danced, it seemed to carry a powerful aura as heavy as a mountain. Every swing was like a giant mountain crushing down on everyone, making everyone's heart tighten.

The other long sword was unusually agile, winding and circling like a gurgling stream, gently entwining around everyone's hearts, giving people an elusive feeling.

The two swords flew back and forth in the air, sometimes colliding with each other and making crisp sounds, and sometimes entangled with each other like two dragons playing with a pearl.

Meanwhile, the two men below were equally undeterred. The middle-aged man's palms flew, their techniques fierce and powerful, each strike sending a gust of wind whistling past.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the young man did not panic. He twisted and moved flexibly like a dancing fairy, cleverly avoiding the opponent's endless palm power.

Although he was on the defensive, his posture did not look awkward at all. Instead, he exuded a kind of elegant, free and flowing beauty.

The wonderful fight between the two amazed the palace guards watching the fight. They whispered to each other: "The two of them are really amazing!" "Yes, especially Wu Qi. His body movements are so exquisite and he has also comprehended the artistic conception. He will definitely have a bright future in the future!" The sounds of praise came one after another.

This young man was none other than Wu Ming, who had just returned to the Bai Mansion. The middle-aged man he was fighting was Zhou Ling, the deputy commander of the Bai Mansion.

Time passed quietly in the tense and exciting atmosphere. About a cup of tea later, Wu Ming suddenly shouted loudly: "Commander Zhou, please stop, I admit defeat!" As his words fell, the fierce battle on the field came to an abrupt end.

When the middle-aged man heard Wu Ming's voice, he quickly stopped his relentless pursuit.

At the same time, his powerful spiritual consciousness was like an invisible big hand, accurately controlling the long sword that was hovering in the air and was about to launch a fierce attack on Wu Ming.

As his mind moved, the long sword with a cold glow stopped attacking like an obedient snake, and flew back into the scabbard behind the middle-aged man with a smooth and flowing posture.

At this moment, the middle-aged man smiled and looked at Wu Ming not far away with a sharp gaze, a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said:

"Wu Qi, although you have only been in the realm of driving objects for a short time, you were able to hold out for a whole cup of tea without being defeated when fighting with me. Such a performance is truly remarkable!" He fully affirmed Wu Ming's strength in his words.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming hurriedly clasped his fists in a salute and humbly responded, "Commander, your praise is truly unmerited. Without your generosity, how could I, with my limited cultivation skills, have lasted so long in your presence? From now on, I will redouble my efforts in cultivation, hoping to live up to your kindness and expectations."

His words were sincere and his attitude was respectful and polite.

Seeing this, Zhou Ling couldn't help but burst into laughter and said loudly, "Wu Qi, you are quite sensible. You haven't become arrogant or conceited just because you have made a breakthrough in your realm. You really deserve the praise from the eldest master!"