Battle Array Method

"Stop!"

Unwilling to watch Lin Hu die such a miserable death, Lin Yongfan charged at Xue He with a roar despite knowing he was no match for him.

With a slide of his feet, his speed increased severalfold.

He became little more than an afterimage.

This was the Deer Fist from the Five Elements Technique.

Though called a fist technique, Deer Fist was actually a movement art. Like a Spirit Deer weaving through the forest, it passed through a thousand woods without a single leaf touching its body.

This was the Forest Piercing Deer.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Yongfan drew his saber and slashed straight at Xue He.

He was not weak. Like Lin Hu, he was only a step away from Entering the Ranks of Martial Dao.

Unfortunately, that slash was utterly beneath Xue He's notice.

Xue He had investigated Lin Changqing and recognized Lin Yongfan at a glance as Lin Changqing's father. Not wishing to kill him, he waved a hand, and a terrifying force of Qi and Blood erupted, sending Lin Yongfan flying.

"Old man, you should be grateful you're Lin Changqing's father."

Xue He gave a Cold Snort, the killing intent in his eyes growing even stronger.

His right hand had already reached for Lin Hu. The wind from his claw swept forth, sharp as blades, lashing Lin Hu's face with searing pain.

Already pale and unsteady from coughing up blood, his complexion turned even worse.

Beneath the shroud of death, Lin Hu felt every hair on his body stand on end. An icy chill spread through him, as though even his blood had frozen still.

The aura of death enveloped his entire body.

In despair, Lin Hu closed his eyes.

Boom!

The next instant, a dull blast erupted, followed closely by a crisp crack.

A Piercing Scream rang through the sky.

"Ah, my hand!"

It was Xue He.

His entire arm had exploded, flesh and blood spraying everywhere. A terrifying force shoved him backward, sending him flying over a hundred meters.

After his legs carved two ravines more than ten centimeters deep into the ground, he finally spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

At the same time, an extra figure had appeared before Lin Hu as if out of nowhere.

It was Lin Changqing, who had returned from Great Green Mountain.

Lin Changqing stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his face icy. After severely injuring Xue He with a single punch, he did not act again. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and surveyed every bandit from Qingfeng Stockade.

The killing intent on his face was undisguised.

In his eyes, this pack of bandits was already dead.

"Second Brother!"

"Second Boss!"

"Changqing!"

At the village entrance, everyone finally recovered from their shock.

The Qingfeng Stockade bandits all turned to look at Xue He. Wang Yingxiong leaped from his horse and immediately rushed toward him.

Lin Hu and the others finally came to their senses as well. Looking at Lin Changqing, their faces broke into joy.

Lin Changqing had returned—and he had even severely injured that bandit leader.

Today was as good as won.

"Hu Zi, Dad, are you all right?" Lin Changqing asked, glancing back at Lin Hu before looking toward Lin Yongfan in the distance.

"We're fine!"

The two shook their heads at the same time.

Lin Yongfan's face was pale and his breathing unsteady, but that was all.

His Qi and Blood had merely been jolted. It was nothing serious.

Lin Hu, however, was different. His arm was fractured, and the injury was not light. Under normal circumstances, he would need three to five months of rest before he could recover.

Lin Changqing's gaze grew even colder. Raising a hand, he unleashed a powerful suction force.

He drew the saber from Lin Yongfan's hand over to himself.

"Dad, lend me your saber."

Lin Changqing murmured, murderous aura soaring around him. In this life, he had no ambition to contend for the realm. He only wished to seek the Dao and pursue immortality.

But neither did he have a taste for playing the Ninja Turtle.

Now that someone was riding roughshod over his head, how could he endure it?

Lin Changqing gripped his long saber and walked step by step toward the bandits opposite him.

With every step he took, the killing intent around him sharpened by another degree, until his entire body seemed to transform into a long saber drawn from its sheath.

His edge was fully exposed.

"Changqing, these men aren't weak. Be careful."

Lin Yongfan was also stunned by the Edge Intent radiating from Lin Changqing, but out of a father's concern, he still spoke up to remind him.

"Not weak? Hmph, they're nothing but a flock of clay chickens and porcelain dogs."

Lin Changqing sneered, utterly unconcerned.

The strongest among these Clear Wind Bandits had already been crippled by him. He refused to believe the rest could stir up any waves.

"Bastard, you deserve to die!"

Wang Yingxiong narrowed his eyes as he watched Lin Changqing approach step by step with his saber in hand. He growled coldly, "Looks like I underestimated you.

"You hid yourself deeply indeed.

"But today, you're dead for sure."

Clang!

The next moment, Wang Yingxiong drew his blade and roared, "All of you, heed my command! Form the array! Follow me and kill!"

"Kill!"

Over a hundred Clear Wind Mountain Bandits drew their blades at once.

In that instant, their baleful aura surged into the sky, as though it had taken physical form.

The temperature in the surroundings dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, turning chillingly cold.

Most bizarre of all, in everyone's eyes, the hundred-plus Clear Wind Bandits seemed to undergo a drastic transformation, becoming a single whole.

Rolling baleful aura churned like crashing waves, like a bloodthirsty ferocious beast.

Hiss—

Quite a few people from Green Mountain Village couldn't help but shudder, their teeth chattering as they instinctively backed away.

These people were too terrifying.

"This is the Battle Array Method!"

Lin Changqing's pupils contracted slightly, and he too was deeply shocked.

The Battle Array Method generally only appeared in the military. How could a mere group of bandits possess such a method?

Something was wrong!

These Clear Wind Bandits were no ordinary mountain bandits.

Their orders were carried out without question, and their bodies brimmed with an iron-blooded, baleful aura.

How could roadside robbers and mountain brigands possibly possess such traits? These were true elite soldiers who had come down from the battlefield.

Lin Changqing suddenly recalled the conversation between Chen San and Xu Zhan that day.

After overhearing their conversation, he had already felt that the bandits occupying Clear Wind Mountain were far from simple. He had merely assumed that they had some powerful backer behind them, one strong enough to make even the Chen Family wary.

But now, it seemed things were far more complicated than that.

Lin Changqing realized that he appeared to have been passively dragged into a massive vortex.

"Damn it, who cares what they are? If they dare set their sights on Little Master, I'll kill every last one of them."

Lin Changqing gritted his teeth and growled.

"Kill!"

At that moment, Wang Yingxiong moved. The hundred-plus bandits formed a battle array with him as its blade tip and charged straight at Lin Changqing.

Their rolling baleful aura boiled as they advanced, sending sand and rocks flying everywhere they went.

Like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage.

"I'll send you on your way!"

Lin Changqing gave a Cold Snort, shaking his long saber. "Slash!"

The next instant, Lin Changqing's speed suddenly increased more than tenfold. Like a phantom, he dashed before the hundred-plus bandits and let out a fierce roar.

His voice was like a Great Bell and Large Drum, shaking all hundred-plus men until their bodies trembled.

Spiritual Power was fused into that roar. It was even more mysterious than sound wave attacks such as the Buddhist Lion's Roar, directly intimidating their minds.

The minds of the mountain bandits gathered in the battle array fell into a daze.

At that very moment, the long saber in Lin Changqing's hand slashed down fiercely.

Clang! Clang!

The Blade Hum roared like dragons and tigers.

In an instant, Blade Light flashed. Wang Yingxiong, charging at the very front, was cleaved in two by Lin Changqing's single stroke.

With Wang Yingxiong dead, half of the Battle Formation collapsed.

Lin Changqing moved with Body Like a Spirit Deer, his longsword sweeping as he passed through the hundreds of bandits.

At once!

Blood Arrow after Blood Arrow soared to the sky. Not a single one could withstand the force of Lin Changqing's blade. Filled with unwillingness and terror, they all fell into the Blood Pool.