The Jianghu fighters who had defected to the Tartars were instantly invigorated when the fat monk struck and sent Zhang Queling retreating.
"Master, mighty indeed!"
"Buddha's Divine Skill Covers the World!"
They pursued her all the way, daring at first to engage her in close combat.
But they soon discovered that the woman was practically a Reincarnation of a God of Slaughter. Not only were her saber techniques and movement skills extraordinarily refined, her cultivation had also reached the pinnacle of Jianghu.
Among them, there were indeed some First-class Jianghu experts—third-stage cultivators—but when they faced Zhang Queling, they almost died the moment they touched her, and perished the moment they got close.
After several exchanges, everyone had long since been scared witless.
Especially just now, when Lord "Blood Ghost General" Fucha Ming'an, who had followed the Tartars through the pass and southward, hacking down Ming generals all along the way and sweeping through the battlefield undefeated, had nearly met his end here.
That had almost made them turn around and flee on the spot.
Fortunately, the fat monk had struck and driven that baleful star back.
These turncoat opportunists instantly found themselves a backbone. They crowded around him, showering him with flattery as though it cost nothing.
However, Happy Maitreya's expression was extremely ugly.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
He swept a cold gaze over the Jianghu fighters, his voice chilly enough to pierce the bones.
"Keep pursuing! If anyone dares shrink back again, don't blame this seat for showing no mercy!"
Everyone shuddered, their faces paling.
Some still wanted to say something, but a low, rumbling exhalation suddenly came from behind Maitreya.
"Hah~ Hoo~"
"Hah~ Hoo~"
It was as though the breathing of Hell's Yama was reverberating through everyone's eardrums.
They stiffly turned their heads, only to