Chapter 5

Wu Zhan turned around, helplessly watching the large axe slice across the backs of his three sons.

A large amount of blood splattered, Wu Zhan's eyes widened, and he let out a loud roar. The long sword at his waist hummed, transforming into a black light about two meters long, swiftly stabbing forward.

The black light grazed Wu Jin's cheek and flew past. Just as the large axe was about to strike again, the black light collided with the axe, causing a loud explosion. The axe shattered, and the muscular man holding it could only watch helplessly as the black light struck him, letting out a desperate roar.

The heavy armor that Wu Jin's long sword could not penetrate was torn apart like paper, and the man's body was split into two.

Wu Jin and Wu Yin had just relaxed when several arrows trailing thin black smoke came from behind, hitting their shoulders and backs.

The arrowheads were coated with a foreign substance, and upon entering their bodies, they caused terrible pain, making Wu Jin and Wu Yin's muscles spasm uncontrollably.

The deep wounds on their backs, reaching the bone, caused even more intense pain. The brothers screamed in agony, and their fingers, which were gripping Wu Tong's shoulders, loosened involuntarily.

Wu Tong, severely injured, was relying on his two older brothers to carry him away.

When Wu Jin and Wu Yin loosened their grip, their bodies, propelled by their sprint, moved forward several meters, and Wu Tong fell to the ground.

Wu Jin and Wu Yin turned around in shock.

Wu Zhan roared anxiously, charging forward, his massive body creating a strong wind as he rushed towards the fallen Wu Tong.

Wu Jin and Wu Yin stopped simultaneously, turning to grab Wu Tong.

Several armored figures rushed out from the cave entrance behind them.

Seven or eight swords and knives slashed down, and the bald woman with a scar on her face, her eyes bloodshot, held a snake-toothed dagger in each hand, screaming as she charged towards Wu Jin and Wu Yin. She screamed like a madwoman, "You killed the team leader... You deserve to die!"

Wu Jin swung his long sword, which transformed into a black blade of light, avoiding the woman's body and intercepting the seven or eight enemies wielding weapons.

The woman reached Wu Jin and Wu Yin, the black blade of light almost grazing her chest. Her face contorted in a strange laugh, and she thrust the snake-toothed daggers into Wu Jin and Wu Yin's chests.

Wu Jin used all his strength to swing the blade, trying to block the weapons aimed at Wu Tong. His body spasmed, and the intense pain in his chest left him no time to dodge.

Wu Yin let out a strange cry, spreading his arms and stepping forward to block Wu Jin.

The two daggers simultaneously pierced Wu Yin's chest, and the woman thrust forward forcefully, tearing through Wu Yin's chest, shattering his ribs, and the blade protruding from his back.

Wu Jin's eyes bulged, and two streams of blood splashed out. He screamed, "Brother..."

Wu Yin spat out a mouthful of blood, his thick arms, as wide as the woman's waist, suddenly grabbing her. His mouth opened wide, the muscles at the corners of his mouth tearing, and he bit down on the woman's slender neck like a mad snake.

With a 'crack,' just like gnawing on large animal bones at home, Wu Yin, with his strong teeth, bit through the woman's neck.

Another 'crack,' and the woman's head tilted to one side, a large amount of red blood mixing with the light blue blood from Wu Yin's mouth covering them both.

The light in Wu Yin's eyes faded, and he tightly held the woman, falling to the ground.

His life force extinguished, but his body still spasmed... spasmed... spasmed...

A sharp cracking sound came from the woman's body, her bones broken and crushed by Wu Yin, the broken bones piercing through the flesh and armor, creating grotesque protrusions.

"Brother..." Wu Jin spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Brother!" Wu Zhan turned quickly, while Wu Tie had just heard the commotion and turned around.

As he turned, he saw Wu Yin and the woman die together!

As he turned, he saw Wu Jin spitting out large amounts of blood!

As he turned, he saw Wu Tong lying on the ground!

Wu Jin's blade of light struck a heavily armored man in the chest, who let out a muffled groan and was pushed back two steps, a stream of blood spurting from his chest.

Wu Zhan's blade of light, like a monstrous snake, swirled and swept through several men's bodies.

The blade was fierce, and five or six men were cut in half at the waist!

A bald man's upper body flew high, his eyes wide open, staring at the charging Wu Zhan, "Ganxuan? No... half-step Zhonglou..."

The bald man's body fell heavily to the ground, dropping his weapon and crawling on the ground, gritting his teeth and muttering, "This poor, dilapidated place... half-step Zhonglou... I actually died here!"

Wu Zhan's blade of light killed five or six men, and a lean old man, about the size of a gray dwarf, hiding behind a large man, suddenly rushed out, his rapier emitting a cold light, deeply piercing Wu Tong's heart.

The lean old man suddenly raised his head, screaming at Wu Zhan, who had suddenly stopped, "You killed the team leader... You killed Big Sister... You killed so many of our brothers!"

"Brother!" Wu Jin pulled out the two arrows from his back and threw them to the ground.

He retracted his flying long sword, holding it with both hands, and looked at the motionless Wu Tong, wailing.

"Second... Third..." A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Wu Zhan's mouth. He grabbed the long sword, which was hovering in the air, and pointed it at the lean old man.

"I'll avenge you, my sons!" Wu Zhan grinned, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

With a 'spit,' Wu Zhan spat out half of his tongue.

Wu Yin and Wu Tong died one after another, and Wu Zhan, enraged, bit off his own tongue.

Wu Tie stood by the large pool of water, his vision going black, and his knees buckling as he fell to the ground.

All he could see was blood, everywhere, nothing but blood...

The shadows of Wu Yin and Wu Tong overlapped in front of him...

Their pale faces mixed with the endless blood, filling his vision...

His chest ached...

His heart felt heavy...

His mouth felt like it was filled with bloody mud, making it hard to breathe...

Wu Tie was not a coward; he could even clean the heads of bears and tigers by himself...

But this time, his abdomen suddenly tightened, and his legs felt warm and wet...

Wu Tie's face contorted, and he screamed, "Brother... Brother!"

More armored figures rushed into the cave, standing behind the lean old man, their eyes filled with malice, staring at Wu Zhan and Wu Tie.

The Niu clan warriors and Qinglang warriors who entered the mine with Wu Zhan, holding their weapons, stood behind Wu Zhan, growling like angry beasts, staring at these powerful enemies.

Wu Tie was in tears, only crying out, "Brother!" He didn't have the strength to stand up, let alone the strength to fight.

"Leader, retreat!" Wu Zhan held his sword with one hand, waving his left hand backward, blood continuously flowing from his mouth. "I'm not dead yet; it's not time for my kids to fight to the death!"

With a 'click,' Wu Zhan grinned, "If this gets back, the old man will beat me half to death, and those bastards will mock me for the rest of my life!"

"I, Wu Zhan's son!"

"Actually, in front of me!"

"Got killed!"

"If I can't even protect these two remaining sons..."

Wu Zhan shook his head, spitting blood on the ground, "What a disgrace to our ancestors!"

The lean old man, holding a rapier almost as tall as himself, pointed at Wu Zhan and laughed, "Our team leader, our brothers! Are they not lives?"

Wu Zhan grinned, tilting his head, "Did I invite you here?"

The lean old man was silent.

A gentle voice came from somewhere, "What are you talking about? We traveled thousands of miles just for wealth. People die for wealth, birds die for food... You kill me, I kill you, he kills me, I kill him, back and forth, who is innocent? Anyway... this world."

The gentle voice suddenly became extremely sharp, "Less talk! Kill!"

The lean old man turned into a black mist and charged at Wu Zhan.

A red wave of light, like flames, rose from Wu Zhan's body, about a meter high. He didn't use his sword but punched the black mist.

A rapier emerged from the black mist, striking Wu Zhan's fist.

The rapier then shattered, exploding into countless pieces of iron.

The black mist shattered, and the lean old man's body exploded.

Wu Zhan turned his head, glaring at Wu Jin, who, holding his long sword, gritted his teeth and stepped back, retreating to Wu Tie's side.

Wu Zhan charged forward without a word, his figure like the wind, rushing into the group of armored figures.

The clash of blades and swords spread over a hundred meters, and the heavy impact sounds continued.

Wu Tie couldn't see what was happening in the clash of blades and swords, but he could hear the dense, continuous impact sounds and the sharp cracking of bones. Blood splattered from the chaotic figures, and low, painful groans could be heard.

A shrill scream echoed, and seven or eight broken bodies spun out of the battle.

Seven or eight armored men fell crookedly to the ground, one of them, still alive, staring with wide eyes, murmuring, "Wrong... wrong... not half-step Zhonglou... it's Zhonglou realm... Zhonglou... realm..."

A loud roar echoed.

Wu Zhan, originally about two meters tall, roared, and his massive body suddenly expanded to about five meters.

He held a sword in his right hand and a palm in his left, which he slammed down, the sound of bones cracking like popping beans. Four or five figures were suddenly launched, struck by his palm.

"Zhonglou realm!" The gentle voice became extremely sharp, "This time... we lost!"

A ball of lightning suddenly appeared above Wu Zhan's head, about a meter in diameter, flickering violently. A rectangular object, about a foot long and three inches wide, could be seen rapidly flickering in the lightning.

Wu Zhan's eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body was emitting hot steam like flames.

He growled deeply, not noticing the strange ball of lightning above his head. He dropped his long sword, which was no longer suitable, and punched wildly with both fists.

The sound of bones breaking continued, and figures flew like cannonballs, struck by his heavy punches.

When they flew out, they were still screaming, but when they landed, they were silent.

Wu Zhan roared furiously, the blood in his eyes growing more intense, and his already five-meter-tall body expanded another meter.

Wu Zhan suddenly lifted his right foot and stomped hard on the ground.

A loud boom echoed, and the ground within several meters trembled.

Large rock layers shattered, and countless boulder-sized rocks shot out in all directions, breaking the bones and tearing the flesh of the surrounding enemies. With this one strike, nearly half of the seventy or eighty enemies fell.

The ball of lightning suddenly flashed, and the rectangular object inside disintegrated, transforming into a fist-sized ball of lightning.

Wu Jin and Wu Tie screamed simultaneously, "Father!"

Wu Zhan turned and smiled at Wu Jin and Wu Tie, his eyes filled with madness, and he grinned, "Good, I'll kill them all, and then..."

The lightning struck, the fist-sized ball of lightning like a stream of water, quickly covering Wu Zhan's body, and then exploded.

Wu Zhan's body suddenly became semi-transparent, and through his flesh, his blurry bones could be seen.

His body exploded, the massive six-meter-tall figure disintegrating.

About half of the remaining forty or so enemies screamed, being torn apart by the spreading lightning.

Wu Zhan disappeared.

Completely annihilated.

Not a single fragment remained.

"Father!" Wu Tie knelt on the ground, his hands on the ground, his eyes dazed, staring ahead.

Wu Jin looked back at the boiling water and then at the place where Wu Zhan disappeared.

Wu Tie was crying loudly, and Wu Jin, trembling all over, stepped forward to block Wu Tie.

Twenty or so men and women, covered in injuries, panted, holding their weapons, and stepped forward, approaching Wu Jin and Wu Tie.

As for the Niu clan warriors and Qinglang warriors...

In the chaos, they had already been torn apart.

A figure slowly appeared in the steam.

A middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old, with a pale, beardless face, wearing black leather armor and a gray cloak.

What caught attention was the large emblem on the chest of his leather armor, much larger than the emblems on his subordinates' chests.

Black mist rolled, and a bony hand emerged from the black mist, holding several blood-stained gold coins.

The grotesque and ugly emblem represented the profession of the middle-aged man and those behind him.

"This time, we lost." The middle-aged man, holding a black wooden staff with a viper's head, approached Wu Jin and Wu Tie step by step.

He shook his head, speaking gently, "We lost, and I don't know how long it will take to make it back!"

"I'm very angry... little boys, tell me, how can I vent this anger?"

The middle-aged man smiled, his voice gentle, but his eyes were extremely fierce.

Wu Tie was dazed, with no reaction.

Wu Zhan was dead...

Wu Yin was dead...

Wu Tong was dead...

Wu Tie's mind was buzzing.

This scene was like a nightmare, and it was already a feat that Wu Tie hadn't fainted.

Wu Jin trembled, standing in front of Wu Tie.

He wasn't afraid; it was the injuries that made his body spasm and twitch uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man and his subordinates approached step by step, their faces dark, their teeth grinding.

Suddenly, Wu Jin dropped his long sword and knelt down with a 'thud.'

Wu Tie was startled, looking in horror at the kneeling Wu Jin.

The middle-aged man and those behind him were also stunned.

"Kneeling?" The middle-aged man laughed sharply, "You actually... knelt!"

"Brother!" Wu Tie screamed!

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