Chapter 70 of 100

Chapter 70

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The gunmen had already thrust their long spears at him. Li Wenjun swung the Dragon Head Goose Feather Saber, not emitting a blade aura this time, but using the sharpness of the Dragon Head Goose Feather Saber itself to cut off all the spearheads. With a section of the spears cut off, they all turned into firewood sticks, and their length was no longer sufficient to reach Li Wenjun, who stood in the middle of the iron cage.

Jiang Shan was anxious and shouted, "Where are the archers? Quickly come and shoot Li Wenjun to death."

The second hall was not very large, and the huge iron cage took up more than half of the space. Moreover, Third Young Master, Wu Xuemei, and others had not yet managed to leave, and there were still over a dozen long spear wielders surrounding the cage. With so many people blocking the second hall, the archers outside could not enter until the people inside moved out.

Unlike before, when the archers outside could shoot arrows without restraint, now, inside the second hall, everyone except Li Wenjun was on their side, especially Third Young Master and Jiang Shan. The archers did not dare to shoot arrows from outside.

This gave Li Wenjun a moment to catch his breath, allowing him to see a glimmer of hope when he had nowhere else to retreat.

Jiang Shan was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, urging everyone. To gain time, he even grabbed a few spear wielders and threw them out of the second hall. However, the second hall was in chaos, with people packed tightly together. He also had to ensure the safety of Third Young Master. It was not easy to clear the second hall and make room in such a hurry.

Li Wenjun dared not waste any time. If the archers came in, he would only be waiting for death. Even though he had mastered the Immovable Golden Body technique, which was specifically for defense, its nature meant he could only passively take hits. Once his magical power was exhausted, he would be trapped in the iron cage, and no matter how skilled he was, he would have no room to maneuver, waiting to be turned into a pincushion by the archers.

Seeing the chaos outside the iron cage, Li Wenjun keenly seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He formed a hand seal, and his magical power rapidly circulated through his meridians, emerging from the acupoints in his palms. Instantly, a quail-egg-sized fireball appeared in his palm.

A few spear wielders were still surrounding the iron cage, trying to stab Li Wenjun with their now blunt spears. They were horrified to see the fireball in Li Wenjun's palm, as if they had seen a ghost. "Lord Jiang, Lord Jiang, look! Li Wenjun can produce fire!"

Jiang Shan turned around and saw Li Wenjun throw the fireball at an iron bar. His face turned pale, and he almost lost his soul.

He ranted, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! How can Li Wenjun be a cultivator? What the hell is going on? Someone, quickly escort Third Young Master out of here. Archers, hurry up and shoot him to death, or we will all die once Li Wenjun gets out of the cage. Hurry! Hurry!! Hurry!!!"

The second hall became even more chaotic. Many people had witnessed Li Wenjun's fireball spell. Even the most foolish now knew they had trapped a "god" in the cage. The dignity of a god could not be offended, and the consequences of doing so were unimaginable. They all rushed out of the second hall.

Third Young Master was so frightened that his legs turned to jelly. Due to his family background, he knew more about cultivators than ordinary people. Almost every cultivator was like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest touch, and one explosion meant death. He almost hated Wu Qi to death. This incompetent official had not investigated Li Wenjun's background thoroughly, and today, Wu Qi would be the cause of his death.

He did not want to die. He still had a bright future ahead, high-ranking positions to enjoy, and countless beauties to taste. How could he die in this small San County?

After advancing to the second level of the Qi Practitioner stage, the preparation time for Li Wenjun's fireball spell had been reduced by almost half. With further practice, the preparation time had stabilized at about four breaths. Releasing the spell twice took only eight breaths.

The fireball, though small in size, had a gentle, dim orange color, but its temperature was not low at all. Since it was fueled by magical power, its temperature was higher than most flames in the secular world.

When it landed on the iron bar, the fireball adhered to it. In a split second, it melted the ends of the iron bar, turning them into a red-hot liquid. Molten iron dripped down, and the middle part of the iron bar, which had not melted, drooped.

Li Wenjun grabbed the iron bar and pulled out the part that had not melted. Then, he raised it high and threw it at the archers crowded at the entrance of the second hall.

Among all the people, the archers posed the greatest threat and needed to be eliminated first.

The steel bar, like a sharp arrow, swiftly pierced through the air and struck an archer. The momentum of the steel bar was great, causing the archer to fly backward and land heavily on the ground, spitting blood and dying instantly. A faint smell of burning flesh wafted in the evening breeze.

At the same time, the second hall was filled with screams. Red-hot molten iron dripped from the steel bar, landing on some unfortunate person. The temperature of the molten iron was over a thousand degrees, and no one could endure such heat. The molten iron burned through the person's body almost instantly, and the screams were merely a reflex before death.

"Third Young Master, hurry! If you don't leave now, it will be too late." Jiang Shan wanted to squeeze to Third Young Master's side, but the people in the second hall were in a panic and did not give him the chance.

To say that the private soldiers from the Pochun Marquis's residence were all elite, capable of fighting ten to one on the battlefield, was true. However, when they had to face a "god" in a direct confrontation, they had no confidence. In their minds, this was a certain death situation. Knowing that going in meant certain death, how many could break through the fear of death?

Even if there were a few who were fearless, they could not play a significant role when everyone was rushing out.

Jiang Shan regretted it bitterly. If he had known this, he should have prepared more traps. Perhaps with one more trap, he could have confined Li Wenjun. But this was only a thought. Preparing the pit and the iron cage in just three days was already the limit. He would have needed more time to do more.

But at that time, everyone thought it was enough.

He had thought that with the pit, the iron cage, and the knife-wielding, spear-wielding, and archer soldiers, he could deal with Li Wenjun. Such a meticulous plan would have resulted in a one-way trip even for five or six Wang Yongguis.

Jiang Shan's preparations were not insufficient, and his considerations were not lacking, but he had chosen the wrong target, which doomed his plan to failure.

With one iron bar removed, a large hole appeared in the iron cage, large enough for Li Wenjun to escape. He first used his saber to cut off the arrow shaft on his left shoulder, then jumped out of the iron cage.

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