Chapter 85

This time, we must charge forward and completely break through the enemy's carriage crossbow formation, or else, our children will all die here.

With this realization, Deng Qianwan no longer held back his bravery. He followed the savages and charged down the hill, rushing onto the battlefield.

The battlefield was a relatively flat, snow-white land, now stained with blood, a sight that was shocking to behold. The enemy had twenty large carriages arranged in two rows. The front dozen were four-wheeled large carriages, connected front and back, with hooks and rings linking them, protecting the six or seven two-wheeled horse-drawn carriages behind. Each carriage had four to five people, and the horses were blindfolded with black cloth to prevent them from being startled and disrupting the formation.

Dozens of warriors, wearing iron helmets and leather armor, knelt silently behind the iron panels of the large carriages, holding crossbows as long as a person, staring grimly at the savage soldiers charging forward with wild cries, continuously firing arrows with a hissing sound.

In the center, on a tall two-wheeled horse-drawn carriage.

In the driver's seat, two middle-aged men dressed as Taoists sat. The one on the left was slightly older, with a slight bald spot on his head, his hair casually tied into a Taoist bun. He was the leader of this treasure transport mission, the Great National Master of the Zhongshi Empire, Huainan Zi.

The Taoist on the right had a slender face, somewhat resembling Huainan Zi. He was his junior, Tianchan Zi.

Huainan Zi looked worriedly at the savage soldiers charging forward with large clubs, shaking his head slowly.

Beside him, Tianchan Zi said, "Senior Brother, these mountain bandits can be easily defeated in one go. What are you worried about?"

"Junior Brother, since entering Jingzhou, we have encountered several bandit attacks. Today's savages are particularly troublesome, and they don't seem to be ordinary bandits. I am very concerned that the news of this treasure has completely leaked out."

Tianchan Zi nodded. Indeed, ordinary bandits would have been driven back twice by such a formidable carriage crossbow formation and would have long fled in panic. There would be no third organized attack. They must have received the news and come specifically to rob the treasure carriages.

Especially that purple-robed old man, with his rich blood and divine staff skills, who managed to block most of the powerful crossbows, causing them great surprise and fear.

However, all of this was within their calculations and not particularly alarming.

"Senior Brother, let the crossbows pause! That blood-robed one seems to be the leader of the savages. I will go and eliminate him. You hold off that purple-robed old man."

Although Huainan Zi was the National Master and senior brother, Tianchan Zi's leadership skills were much higher. Moreover, Tianchan Zi was not only Huainan Zi's junior but also his cousin, deeply trusted by Huainan Zi. Therefore, many decisions regarding the convoy's movements were made by Tianchan Zi.

At this moment, Huainan Zi, seeing that the crossbow formation posed little threat to the purple-robed Zhang Jin, ordered, "General Ji, command the archers to pause and await orders."

A military officer responded, "Yes, sir!" and waved his hand, "Cease firing, rest and recover strength."

Deng Qianwan, who was charging halfway, suddenly noticed that the enemy's arrows were becoming sparse, seemingly running out. He was overjoyed and shouted, "Children, they're out of arrows, charge!"

Suddenly, a yellow figure rushed over, and a horse-faced man with a blank expression appeared before him, his cold and sinister sword intent directly threatening Deng Qianwan's chest.

Deng Qianwan let out a strange cry, raising his iron-spiked mace with both hands and blocking with all his might.

A light sound.

The horse-faced Taoist withdrew his sword after a brief touch, his right hand retracting the long sword. Suddenly, a cool sensation appeared in Deng Qianwan's lower abdomen.

In a panic, Deng Qianwan jumped backward, his iron-spiked mace striking downward.

This strike in mid-air missed, failing to apply full force. Deng Qianwan's body arched forward, his blood and qi surging, almost making him vomit blood.

The horse-faced Taoist withdrew his left hand and thrust his right hand again, aiming for Deng Qianwan's forehead.

Deng Qianwan was shocked. His opponent's dual swords were incredibly agile. He roared, his blood and qi surging, and pushed his iron mace upward with all his might.

The horse-faced Taoist, Tianchan Zi, smiled slightly, not expecting this country savage to have such agile qi circulation, making him a formidable opponent even among Dark Realm experts.

However, to him, these were all illusions.

"Quickly!" Tianchan Zi's right sword swiftly struck the iron mace, producing a harsh metallic sound.

Deng Qianwan's body stiffened. Although Tianchan Zi's sword was much lighter than his iron mace, it was extremely powerful. The impact made both of them feel numb in their hands and fingers.

At this moment, a short sword mysteriously appeared behind Deng Qianwan. It was Tianchan Zi's Wind Slash technique. As the golden wind rose, the sword blade curved and moved, aiming to take Deng Qianwan's head.

Clang!

A sharp sound echoed, and everyone noticed that a slender long knife suddenly flew over, blocking behind Deng Qianwan's left neck, intercepting the strange short sword.

Tianchan Zi let out a surprised "Hmm" and raised his left hand, retracting the short sword.

The long knife trembled several times, then flew away, spinning in the air and landing in the hands of a beautiful woman nearby.

"Are you the Master of Huainan Sect?"

Tianchan Zi gave her an evil glance, his eyes like two sharp blades, cutting through her clothes as if she were completely exposed. He praised, "What a beautiful woman!"

Deng's wife's ears turned red, and her heart rang with alarm. She was already a first-rate expert in the Dark Realm, but being casually glanced at by the opponent made her feel as if she were completely exposed.

"Tianchan Eye!"

The Huainan Sect had a technique called the Tianchan Evil Eye, which, when practiced to a high level, could even refract light, making the opponent fall into a hallucinatory state and unable to break free. It was an extremely strange auxiliary skill.

The beautiful woman was Deng's wife.

She did not agree with her husband's alliance with Zhang Jin. In her view, Zhang Jin's character was questionable, and he was not a suitable partner. The stronger his martial arts, the greater the chance of betrayal.

However, unable to resist the temptation of the treasure, Deng Qianwan left all the Wuling comrades behind and secretly led his subordinates to join Zhang Jin in the treasure hunt.

Deng's wife, worried, came alone and saw Tianchan Zi's decapitation technique. In a panic, she threw the long knife, saving her husband's life.

"You are Tianchan Taoist!"

Tianchan Zi was slightly surprised. This woman was not simple, instantly neutralizing the soul-shaking power of his Tianchan Eye, and she even knew his name. Glancing sideways, he saw his senior brother and the purple-robed old man fighting fiercely, even more surprised by the old man's prowess.

"Who are you?"

Amidst the chaos, Tianchan Zi moved as if he were strolling leisurely, casually blocking Deng Qianwan's angry attack and asked with a smile.

"We are..." Before Deng's wife could finish, Deng Qianwan angrily interrupted, "... here to seize the treasure! What are you talking to him for, Ayuan?"

"You are very disobedient!" Tianchan Zi's horse face turned cold.

Suddenly, Deng Qianwan felt a pain in his lower abdomen, as if something cold and hard had pierced through his warm flesh.

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