Unexpected News

The middle-aged man also saw the pursuers and immediately stuffed the silver notes into their hands, saying, "Take this money and leave quickly. In the future, burn incense and candles for the man surnamed Chai during Qingming and Winter Solstice. I will be eternally grateful in the afterlife."

After saying this, he prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed three times to the two of them.

"General, you mustn't!" The young man immediately knelt on the ground and returned the kowtow to the other party.

The monk did not dodge, but accepted the three kowtows, and then said, "General, you treated me exceptionally well in the past, and now that you have received such a great courtesy, I will return my life to you today! General, take the little princess and Brother Zhao aboard the ship with peace of mind, and watch how I turn the tables and slaughter them!"

Upon hearing this, the young man gritted his teeth and decisively said, "Things have come to this point, so we have no choice but to sacrifice the pawn to save the king. Commander, don't let Brother Baoyun's kindness go to waste. Get on the boat! Let's leave first, and we'll avenge this another day!"

The middle-aged man simply shook his head. "So many brothers died the other day, how can I have the face to ask you to sacrifice yourselves for me again? Please, as a favor, let me stay and atone for my sins."

At this moment, the girl spoke up, "Uncle, my father is seriously injured. I am young and weak. If I go with you, I will only be a burden. The barbarian soldiers are more concerned about my father and me. Only if we are captured by them can you two escape."

"Young Princess, what nonsense are you spouting? If a monk just leaves like this, would he even be considered human?" The monk turned and glared at the young man. "You, surnamed Zhao, if you're afraid of death, then leave. We've already enjoyed our share of good fortune with the King; dying here would be more than enough!"

The middle-aged man stroked the girl's head, laughing through his tears, "Hahaha, good child, a sensible and understanding child. It's a pity your brother isn't lucky enough, and you're not a boy, otherwise... those barbarians are worse than animals. The women of our Chai family must not fall into their hands alive, understand?"

"Yes, my daughter will never let Grandma, Mom, or my aunts down!"

The girl was clutching a dagger in her hand; her intentions were obvious.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's no worry about running out of firewood; that's the right way to put it. You guys are really—"

The young man felt a sense of helplessness that he couldn't explain, and could only shake his head and sigh, "Oh well, so I'm the only bad guy now. Fine, I, Zhao, have risked my life for the rise and fall of my country. When have I ever been a coward? Let's all die for our country together. Killing one is enough, killing two would be a bonus."

The monk laughed loudly, "Good, this is what a true brother is! We don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year."

As the four were talking, the pursuers were already close to 100 meters away, and the first group of barbarians had already drawn their bows and nocked arrows, and a rain of arrows was about to fall.

Should we continue to keep a low profile?

Ying Zhou couldn't help but ask Si Ming, and even Xia Guanxue and Murong Wu looked eager to ask.

"Of course, once the plan is set, it can't be changed at will."

Then, Si Ming changed the subject. "But we need to use a more discreet approach—if we kill everyone, no one will know it was us, and that will be discreet."

The three nodded in unison, expressing their agreement. "Indeed, very low-key."

At this moment, the barbarian soldiers unleashed a rain of arrows, but the senior monk twirled his staff, making it impossible for the arrows to penetrate, and blocked them all. As soon as the attack faltered, the middle-aged man and the young man immediately launched their own attack.

However, the barbarian soldiers knew how powerful the three were and did not intend to engage them in close combat. As the first group of soldiers spurred their horses to retreat, the second group of soldiers unleashed a volley of arrows, each arrow carrying a dark, malevolent Vicious Qi as it pierced the air and forcibly restrained the two men.

Seeing that the three were trapped and about to be dragged to their deaths by the barbarian soldiers, a flash of light suddenly appeared among the Barbarian Hu cavalry. A barbarian soldier's chest and back flashed simultaneously, and blood splattered out.

Who is it!

The four barbarian soldiers surrounding the deceased roared, discarded their bows, drew their swords, and were about to attack the attacker. However, Ying Zhou's sword was faster than their reaction. It immediately flashed a perfect arc. The Demon Blade of Conquest Demon Saber was so sharp that blood gushed from the chests of the four barbarian soldiers, and their bodies were cut in two.

In a split second, before anyone could even see clearly, five men had already been killed. The remaining barbarian soldiers were both shocked and enraged. Their horses clashed, their clubs swung, and the clanging sounds of their weapons rang out in a rapid and strange rhythm, like the beating of a musical string, but they could not stop the killing intent of the blades.

Each Blink of the blade claimed several lives, sometimes killing only the enemy, sometimes severing the weapon along with the person, but sparing the horses.

Despite being outnumbered, the barbarian soldiers felt surrounded, unable to defend themselves or dodge, so much so that they couldn't help but flee whenever they saw the flash of swords coming towards them.

Knowing he had encountered a formidable foe, the strongest Barbarian Race immediately spurred his horse, becoming one with it, and charged towards Ying Zhou with the help of the horse's momentum. The surrounding air formed a vortex around him, and the moment he leaped off his horse, it all transformed into Vicious Qi and flowed into his spiked club, striking down with the force of a mountain being shattered.

Ying Zhou ignored the attack and continued to slaughter the barbarian soldiers who couldn't even withstand a single blow from him. Just as he was about to be hit, Sword Qi crisscrossed and completely annihilated the Barbarian Race general's Vicious Qi. Then, with a clang, a precious sword forcefully blocked the powerful blow of the spiked club, and the Barbarian Race general and his horse were knocked back several steps.

"Whoever comes, please register!" the Barbarian Race general shouted, rubbing his wrist.

You have no right to know my name.

The opponent wasn't even a Nascent Spirit Transformation, so Xia Guanxue didn't take him seriously. He immediately attacked fiercely with his sword, forcing the opponent to retreat step by step. His injuries had just healed, so he didn't use his full strength. In addition, he also wanted to see the barbarian's martial arts skills, so he held back a lot.

At the same time, the other barbarian soldiers fell dead one after another under Ying Zhou's lightning-fast attack. Wherever the blade flashed, blood would spurt out. Figures fell from their horses as easily as harvesting rice.

The fleeing warhorses, the fallen corpses, and the splattered earth and stones, all woven together under the fierce and dazzling glint of the blades, created a poignant and beautiful scene. It was as if the swift and powerful twin blades were merely the work of nature, the alternation of day and night, and the souls that died by the blades were simply pitiful people who had brought death upon themselves.

When Xia Guanxue finally had enough of watching her opponent's martial arts skills and plunged her One Sword into the chest of the barbarian general, Ying Zhou also killed off the remaining barbarian soldiers.

"I killed more people, so I won," Ying Zhou said triumphantly.

"The one I killed was the strongest, okay?" Xia Guanxue kicked the stabbed victim away. "And I didn't even use my full strength."

"You make it sound like I used all my strength. Let's find a Barbarian Race army and see who kills more."

"I'm not afraid of you."

Si Ming emerged from his hiding place, looking helpless. "We're here to gather intelligence, not to start a war with the Barbarian Race. I told you to keep a low profile, you two idiots."

Chapter 876 Unexpected News

Two Spirit Transformation level warriors were facing two hundred second-rate cavalrymen, among whom only the Barbarian Race general possessed top-tier skill. It was only natural that the situation was one-sided. Si Ming felt that it would be beneath his dignity to intervene, so he chose to stay on the perimeter and only use his Sword Qi to kill the barbarian soldiers who tried to escape.

While Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue were carrying out their massacre, Murong Wu was healing the three men. The middle-aged man was the most seriously injured; an ordinary person would have been on the verge of death long ago. Only because he was a master of Internal Cultivation at the twelfth level was he able to stand up.

Taking the opportunity, Si Ming spoke with the three men and learned that the middle-aged man was named Chai Wei, the dashing young man was named Zhao Jin, and the monk's Dharma name was Baoyun. Chai Wei was the leader of a righteous army in the northern Barbarian Hu territory.

There were many heroes in the north who, like these three, refused to submit to the rule of the Barbarian Race. After Barbarian Hu had been established for less than ten years, and the people had not yet submitted to it. The Li State had not been destroyed, and the legal system was still in place. Rebellious forces emerged one after another, rising and falling in quick succession. However, few of them could truly gain any real influence. Chai Wei's rebel army was one of the best among them, ranking among the top three before it was wiped out.

In addition, the Grand Tutor of the Li State proposed to grant the Northern Rebellion Army a royal title, allowing them to claim territory and become kings. This would boost the morale of the Northern Rebellion Army, and the Li State would not have to pay anything. All it would take was to send someone to deliver an imperial edict, which would cause trouble for the Barbarian Race. It was a win-win situation without any cost.

Under these circumstances, Chai Wei was granted the title of King of Zhou, which is why the Baoyun referred to the girl as the Little Princess.

While the two were talking, Murong Wu cut open Chai Wei's wound and carefully pulled out the two wolf-tooth arrows, making sure the wound didn't worsen. He then glanced at the arrowheads, his expression changing slightly. "The arrows are poisoned."

Chai Wei didn't take it to heart when he found out. In this day and age, who among those who roamed the martial world hadn't been poisoned? Although it wasn't commonplace, it was certainly not uncommon. He had felt it more or less when he was shot, but the situation was critical, so he had to suppress it with his internal energy in order to get rid of the pursuers.