jdhmnovel Chapter 116 A wave of unrest
Chapter 116 A wave of unrest
In that remote place where four countries meet, a thrilling contest is unfolding.
King Ling stood alone amidst the raging flames of war, his face serene as water, his eyes revealing a formidable determination and composure.
On the other side, the dozen or so men in black all had ferocious expressions and bloodthirsty glints in their eyes, like a pack of hungry beasts eyeing their prey.
On this battlefield shrouded in tension, a man in black, whose internal energy cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Great Yuan Realm, was the first to break the silence.
His movements were unpredictable, like a phantom in the night, flashing by in an instant. He pounced on the Spirit King with incredible speed, the gust of wind he created stirring up gusts of fallen leaves, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
The Spirit King snorted coldly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through all the illusions of the world.
"You think you can harm me?"
After he finished speaking, the internal energy within him surged forth like a river bursting its banks, instantly converging into his limbs and bones.
Immediately afterwards, the Spirit King unleashed the superior technique of Illusionary Spirit Art, his hands moving as if weaving through flowers and brocade, his inner force bursting forth from his palms.
Transforming into powerful and unparalleled energies, these energies were as solid as blades, whistling as they swept towards the enemy with overwhelming force, their majestic momentum causing fear in all who beheld them.
Faced with this overwhelming offensive, the man in black was not afraid at all; instead, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
He roared, "Today is your end!"
After speaking, he swung his long sword fiercely, and an extremely sharp sword wind instantly condensed, carrying an unyielding determination, and collided head-on with the Spirit King's energy.
With a deafening roar, the force of the energy clashed violently with the wind from the blade, stirring up clouds of dust.
The surrounding vegetation trembled under this destructive force, as if even the earth itself was trembling.
However, at this critical moment, the Spirit King moved like a ghost, nimbly flashing past and skillfully avoiding the incomparably powerful blade wind.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the man in black, his inner strength condensing in his palm like a torrent, and he struck out mercilessly: "You can die now."
A powerful and majestic internal force surged forth like a tidal wave, its power seemingly capable of tearing apart the void and distorting space, causing it to creak faintly.
The man in black reacted extremely quickly, turning around and swinging his knife to defend himself.
Even so, the force still made his arm go numb and tingly, and he almost dropped the long sword.
The Spirit King launched a relentless offensive, his hands rapidly shifting between intricate techniques, his inner energy forming an invisible yet powerful aura around him.
It was as if the surrounding air was being compressed to almost solidify, forming a huge pressure vortex that trapped the men in black inside, making them unable to move.
"Let's join forces, he can't hold on much longer!" a man in black shouted, trying to boost morale.
However, under the suppression of this internal force, their struggles seemed so futile, and every movement was like struggling in a quagmire, extremely difficult.
Seeing this, King Ling seized the opportunity, took a deep breath, and thrust out both palms, shouting, "Stop being so arrogant!"
A swift and powerful palm strike shot out, aiming straight for the vital point of one of the men in black.
The man in black had no way to dodge and was struck squarely in the chest by the palm strike. He screamed in agony and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, raising a cloud of dust, his fate unknown.
The other men in black, witnessing this scene, were filled with terror, their eyes filled with even greater fear.
But their survival instincts compelled them to grit their teeth and launch a relentless, frenzied attack on the Spirit King.
The Spirit King stood on the void, his figure elusive, like a willow catkin in the wind, light and elusive.
Sometimes he would strike out with both palms simultaneously, unleashing deafening shockwaves of internal energy that caused the air to explode and create a continuous series of deafening booms.
At times, with a light tap of his finger, sharp, arrow-like bursts of internal energy pierce through the air, precisely penetrating the enemy's defenses.
Every move and stance reveals his profound cultivation and superb martial arts skills.
Although King Ling seemed to be handling the situation with ease, he knew that he could not afford to be careless in the face of so many powerful enemies.
Therefore, he put all his strength into every move, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and resolve.
He understood that this was a life-or-death struggle, and the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin.
Therefore, he had to end the battle as soon as possible, leaving the enemy no chance to catch their breath.
Meanwhile, Hong Pijing, barely holding on, faced the onslaught of the Poisonous Yin Sect members, large beads of sweat constantly rolling down his forehead.
Hong Pijing gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. Facing the siege of the Poison Yin Sect members, his face was as pale as paper, yet he still exuded a stubbornness and unyielding spirit.
A disciple of the Poisonous Yin Cult, his face contorted with malice, sneered, "Old man Hong, you've been poisoned by us, yet you still dare to act so arrogantly. You're simply courting death."
Hong Pijing glared angrily and shouted, "You despicable and shameless scoundrels, resorting to such low-down methods as poisoning!"
Even if I, Hong Pijing, am poisoned today, you cannot defeat me.
After saying that, he charged at the enemy without hesitation, bare-handed.
However, the poison raged through his body, making his movements slow and heavy, and each strike incredibly difficult.
Another enemy seized the opportunity to attack quickly, and said with a sinister smile, "Hmph, you are already at your last gasp, yet you still try to struggle. It's utterly laughable."
Hong Pijing struggled to dodge to the side, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, his chest heaving violently.
"Even if I only have one breath left, I'll take you all down with me."
"Haha, what a boastful statement. What can you do to us in your current state?"
Another enemy mocked him, brandishing his weapon with ferocious force, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to Hong Pijing.
Hong Pijing was panting heavily, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"If you have the guts, then bring it on. This old man is not afraid of a bunch of rabble like you."
But his steps were already somewhat unsteady, his body was swaying precariously, and the power of his attacks was far less than before, each attack appearing weak and powerless.
At this moment, a member of the Poisonous Yin Cult who appeared to be the leader coldly said, "Don't dawdle, finish this quickly and deal with him, lest things get complicated!"
Hong Pijing inwardly groaned, knowing full well that his situation was extremely dangerous.
But his eyes still burned with an indomitable flame, fixed on the enemy, ready to face the next attack.
At this critical moment, he suddenly unleashed a powerful force, his palms flying, creating gusts of wind that temporarily forced back the approaching enemies.
However, this power was fleeting, and his body became even weaker, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Xiaoyue was engaged in fierce battle with other enemies when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of her older brother, Hong Pijing, in dire straits under the siege of the Poisonous Yin Sect members.
Upon reaching Hong Pijing's side, Xiaoyue quickly helped him up and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, how are you?"
Hong Pijing was moved when he saw Xiaoyue come over to help him.
But he pushed her away and said, "Little Yue, your older brother isn't that fussy. You don't need to help me."
Xiaoyue frowned and scolded, "Brother, even at a time like this, you're still showing off."
Having said that, he wielded his longsword even more fiercely, the sword flashing, forcing the approaching enemies to retreat.
Hong Pijing, panting heavily, said, "Little Yue, don't worry about me for now. Protect yourself. These Poison Yin Sect guys are not easy to deal with."
Xiaoyue stubbornly replied, "No, old brother. Today, let's fight to our hearts' content."
At this moment, a disciple of the Poisonous Yin Sect seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Hong Pijing shouted, "Little Yue, be careful!"
Xiaoyue reacted swiftly, turning around and thrusting her sword at the disciple. The disciple screamed and fell to the ground, dead.
Several more enemies attacked. Xiaoyue and Hong Pijing cooperated. Although Hong Pijing was poisoned, he had profound internal strength. He struck out with both palms, and the wind howled.
Xiaoyue, with her agile movements and sharp swordsmanship, weaved through the enemy ranks.
However, with too many enemies present, they gradually found themselves in a predicament.
Xiaoyue's arm was cut, and blood stained her sleeve. Hong Pijing was extremely anxious.
"Xiaoyue, you're injured, hurry up and go."
Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and insisted, "No, big brother, I won't abandon you."
Despite their best efforts, they were still unable to completely defeat the enemies of the Poisonous Yin Cult.
The enemy surged in like a tide, and their physical and mental strength were being rapidly depleted.
The Spirit King and his men were engaged in a fierce battle with the men in black, with shouts of battle and the clash of weapons intertwined.
Meanwhile, on the other side, in the distance, Shi Zi was riding his horse forward when he suddenly heard the sounds of fierce fighting coming from this side.
His heart tightened, and he quickly spurred his horse and galloped over.
Upon closer inspection, they discovered that it was the Spirit King and his group fighting desperately against a group of men in black.
When Shi Zi saw the group of men in black, he was instantly enraged, his eyes filled with hatred.
He remembered that the massacre of Sujia Village was carried out by these men in black.
"You scoundrel, prepare to die!" Shi Zi roared, using his lightness skill to rush forward.
King Ling heard the sound of pebbles and shouted, "Pebbles, be careful!"
Shi Zi seemed not to hear him and charged straight at the man in black, his moves fierce. As he fought, he roared, "You bunch of heartless villains, today is your death day!"
The sudden appearance of the pebbles threw the men in black into disarray. One of them cursed, "Where did this brat come from, daring to ruin our plans!"
Shi Zi replied, "You beasts, you killed my Su Family Village, I will make you pay with your blood."