Unbridled might

Ten minutes later.

Lin Shuguang met their charge, Li Yihai. The little old man wore a Tang suit and carried a small medicine chest on his back. He was hale and hearty, his steps steady.

He seemed to know what he was about to face. He raised no objections to Coach Huang and the others' arrangements, doing whatever they told him, which spared them some worry.

This time, the Jin Family had arranged three identical convoys traveling along three different routes to throw the enemy off.

Lin Shuguang followed Wei Sheng and the other veterans from the Quicksand Hunting Group, protecting the real Li Yihai.

Still, Wei Sheng had stationed him on the outermost edge, little different from logistical support.

The intent to brush him aside was obvious: just earn your little bit of money in peace, and don't come interfere with our work.

Lin Shuguang knew he was unwanted. He also understood that Wei Sheng and the others were seasoned veterans from an established Hunting Group. Deep down, they distrusted and looked down on a grassroots outsider like him who had joined midway.

With a mission at hand, he knew what mattered more. He was happy to take it easy, remaining an invisible presence in the group.

They had already covered more than half the journey, and just when everyone thought this mission would end safely despite a few scares, fate took a dramatic turn.

As they passed Qiushan Pass, numerous killers wrapped in black cloth suddenly sprang out from every direction.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Someone at the front of the convoy shouted. The words had barely left his mouth when a pitch-black arrow pierced his throat.

A hail of arrows blotted out the sky.

After a moment of panic, the convoy began to fight back. Elemental Users attacked from range, sending fireballs and hailstones hurtling toward the enemy.

The melee Equipment Users held the first defensive line, refusing to let the enemy break through.

Blood sprayed as the sounds of fighting erupted. Tires on car after car were shot out with deafening bangs, violently jolting the vehicles.

The enemy had Elemental Users too. Staying in the cars was clearly not a sensible choice.

Wei Sheng and his fellow Quicksand members remained composed, seemingly long accustomed to skirmishes like this.

They quickly got out with Li Yihai and prepared to retreat down a side path.

As they withdrew, they did not even notice that they had left Lin Shuguang behind.

Lin Shuguang did not care either. His gaze had locked onto Li Yihai early on. Wherever the little old man went, he knew his whereabouts and could reach him at any moment.

Glancing around, Lin Shuguang walked unhurriedly through the fighting, his calm demeanor entirely at odds with his colleagues roaring and fighting around him.

The people nearby were already crazed with bloodlust. No one noticed him at all.

Lin Shuguang had not even summoned the Slaughter Blade. The moment a few blind fools among the killers charged up to him, he crushed their throats and casually tossed them to the ground.

He swept his gaze around, his eyes blazing as he watched the killers repeatedly break through the defensive lines.

He licked his lips, drew his large saber, and charged in with unbridled force.

He began slaughtering in every direction!

"This isn't looking good!"

Throughout the escort, the fat man kept watching the battle behind them. His heart grew heavy as he saw the first and second defensive lines being breached again and again.

But suddenly, his expression froze.

At the far end of his vision was a man like a beast in human form.

Wherever he went, the killers seemed to be struck by tremendous force, sent flying one after another as blood flowed in rivers.

Beneath that savage saber light, nothing within five meters survived!

"! Since when did our group have someone this fierce?"

He was too far away for the fat man to make out his face at first. Had the dead not all been killers wrapped in black cloth, he really would have thought the enemy had sent some terrifying being.

Even so, knowing that someone so ferocious was hidden in their own group left him trembling with apprehension.

He turned to look at Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows too and glanced over. The figure seemed somewhat familiar, but he did not dwell on it.

The mission came first!

"He's buying us time. Don't waste his goodwill. Hurry and get our charge out!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The fat man could not resist looking back once more. In that brief interval, more than half the killers had died, and the main force on their side had seized the opportunity to regroup around them.

Before long, their group of seven or eight had grown to thirty or fifty.

Lin Shuguang was not among them, but no one gave it any thought.

Wei Sheng confirmed their route again. With the killers on the verge of being wiped out, he quickly moved out with the steadily assembling group.

Presumably, they would soon complete the mission.

But before Wei Sheng could breathe a sigh of relief-

A sudden chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

He looked up, and his expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly shouted, "Scatter! Everyone, scatter!"

Scatter?

Why?

Some reacted quickly, dodging in time to save their lives.

For at that moment, a figure came diving from the sky with thunderous momentum, gripping a long saber in both hands and spinning into a downward slash.

Those who were still hesitating where they stood had no time to react. They were hacked into pulp on the spot.

Boom!!!

The newcomer landed, blasting countless pieces of gravel from the ground.

A vast cloud of bloody mist crashed heavily to the ground like a sudden downpour.

As the shower subsided, the entire street fell utterly silent.

Looking at the massive figure more than two meters tall nearby and the explosive power in his bronze muscles, many people instinctively swallowed.

"It-it's him!"

The fat man recognized the newcomer and shuddered.

Wei Sheng and the Quicksand members beside him turned to stare at him. "You know him?"

The fat man recovered and said tensely, "His name is Wuming! I saw him at the Martial Arts Apprentice Exam three years ago. His saber skills were extraordinary! More importantly, he's bloodthirsty. Of everyone who's fought him, I've never seen anyone show up alive again."

Recalling the scene of Wuming's arrival just now, many felt a deep chill bloom in their hearts.

The dagger-wielding man beside them, however, could not help scoffing. "That's because he's never met me!"

The fat man looked at him and said, stressing every word, "Do you know how Little Gun God died? Wuming only needed one slash! Do you think you're stronger than Little Gun God?"

The dagger-wielding man's face instantly turned deathly pale too. He cried out in horror, "Little Gun God-he was the one who killed Little Gun God!!!"

The fat man said nothing. His meaning was already clear.

At that moment, everyone from the Quicksand Hunting Group was cowed.

Even their captain, Wei Sheng, was no match for Little Gun God, yet now they had to face a terrifying being who had killed Little Gun God with a single slash.

How could they possibly fight him?

Suddenly, Wuming moved.

His tremendous power propelled him like a cannonball. Every stride left a sunken footprint in the ground.

The long saber in his hand radiated endless cold.

In a flash, he descended like a wolf among sheep.

The bodyguards were utterly incapable of putting up a fight. The entire defensive force soon lost nearly half its members.

As he rapidly closed in...

For the first time, Wei Sheng felt powerless.

Pale-faced, he looked at Li Yihai. The little old man seemed to have been frightened senseless too, standing there without moving.

"Captain, abandon the mission. There's no way we can beat him!" the fat man said in panic, tugging at Wei Sheng.

The other members were already feeling a powerful urge to retreat too.

Faced with absolute strength, they did not want to throw their lives away.

Wei Sheng's face darkened.

If he chose to flee, not only would his own reputation be ruined, but the Quicksand Hunting Group would also be implicated.

"Don't panic. I'm thinking of something! We-"

Before he could finish, a sudden whoosh rang out as a figure rushed past at tremendous speed.

A fierce wind surged with overwhelming momentum.

The figure held the Divine Saber, like a demonic god.

He slashed out without hesitation!