Chapter 69

Xiao Yuling became increasingly intimate with Liang Wenjing day by day, and Xiao Leng, seeing this, was filled with jealousy.

His affection for Xiao Yuling had long surpassed that of a brother, but due to his reticent nature, he could not express his deep feelings.

Xiao Leng harbored resentment in his heart and frequently found trouble with Liang Wenjing, ordering him to do this and that.

Although Liang Wenjing's personality was somewhat dull and rigid, it suited Xiao Yuling's preferences. As they traveled, their relationship grew even closer, which made Xiao Leng even more jealous, and he continued to find fault with Liang Wenjing.

After more than ten days of travel, they entered Sichuan. The vast fertile fields and picturesque scenery lived up to its reputation as a land of plenty.

After several more days of riding, one day, they encountered a group of soldiers coming from the north. The soldiers were ragged and mostly wounded. A few of them, seeing the good horses and Xiao Yuling's beauty, had evil intentions and planned to rob them. However, before they could get close, they lost their heads.

Xiao Leng, without hesitation, charged forward, and with each swing of his Hai Ruo Dao, blood and flesh flew, and bodies littered the ground. In a moment, over twenty soldiers were almost all slaughtered, leaving only one alive.

From a distance, Li Wuqing watched the scene of blood and gore, his brows slightly furrowed, but he had no intention of intervening.

In the late Southern Song Dynasty, one could feel the utmost concern for the country and the people, as well as the grandeur and tragedy in the martial world and among the common folk. However, if one turned to look at the government and the soldiers, it would surely make one's blood boil.

The small court in Lin'an was no longer worth protecting. Li Wuqing would not pay too high a price to protect the Southern Song. He would only provide support within his capabilities.

To be infatuated, to be mad, to be crazy, to be wild, to be willing to be injured and to shed all one's blood, what harm was there? Li Wuqing only sought to be true to his conscience.

From a young age, he had aspired to the martial arts, and the pursuit of martial skills had no end. However, in terms of chivalry, Li Wuqing could not match Guo Jing, who would sacrifice himself for the country and the people. He valued freedom more.

Perhaps because he had been suppressed for too long in the vast web of reality, once he had the power to break free, Li Wuqing's desire for freedom and an unbridled life became particularly evident.

Xiao Leng grabbed the man and asked, "Where are you from?"

The man was already terrified, hanging limply in Xiao Leng's hand, as if all his bones had turned to jelly. Hearing the question, he stammered, "I... I am from... from Jianguan Pass."

"Jianguan Pass? What happened there?"

Xiao Leng asked.

"General... General Zhang He was... was shot dead by a... a Tartar arrow. Without a leader, the pass was breached by the Tartars."

The man, terrified, answered every question in detail. "Now... the Mongol vanguard has reached Luzhou... We are... retreating to Hezhou..."

"Great King, I have told you everything, please let me go. I have a wife at home..."

"Very well, let him go."

Xiao Yuling, seeing him in tears, suddenly felt pity.

Xiao Leng laughed coldly and suddenly lifted him up, throwing him away with a flick of his hand.

The throw was incredibly powerful, and the man hit a tree directly, his brain splattering and his neck bones shattering. He convulsed twice and was clearly dead.

Xiao Leng laughed coldly, "I came here to assist the Emperor from the inside. How could I let this man reveal my whereabouts?"

"You, you... you madman!"

Liang Wenjing, seeing the ground covered with corpses, suddenly felt a surge of anger and could not help but shout, "He... he already begged for mercy... you..."

Xiao Leng's cold gaze fell on Liang Wenjing, and he said in a sinister tone, "You dare to speak to me like this?"

Liang Wenjing was taken aback and stammered, "You... killing someone who begs for mercy... is... is wrong!"

Xiao Leng's anger flared, and he said with a sneer, "Brat, it seems your injuries are truly healed. Good, I've been waiting impatiently. Let's see how you fare against my three strikes with the Hai Ruo Dao. Dismount."

Liang Wenjing, seeing Xiao Leng's fierce expression, felt fear, but looking at the corpses on the ground, he could not help but feel a surge of anger. "Yes, my injuries are healed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light tore through the air, and Liang Wenjing's horse let out a mournful cry, its legs severed at the roots.

Falling from the horse, Liang Wenjing's right foot suddenly pushed off the ground, and he leaped up, flipping over and landing on his left foot. He then flipped again, moving like a divine dragon, and after three such movements, he stood steadily two zhang away.

Xiao Leng's eyes narrowed, and the Hai Ruo Dao, accompanied by a piercing whistle, swung toward Liang Wenjing again.

The second move of the "Asura World Destroying Blade," "Mountain Collapse and Sea Surge," was astonishing. Within two zhang, the shadow of the Hai Ruo Dao filled the air, like surging waves and a mountain collapsing, sweeping toward Liang Wenjing with great force.

Liang Wenjing focused his mind on the initial glint of the blade, and no matter how fierce it was, he moved like a light boat, following the edge of Xiao Leng's blade, rising and falling. In an instant, he escaped from the continuous blade momentum.

"Good!"

Xiao Yuling couldn't help but exclaim.

This praise stung Xiao Leng as if he had been slapped countless times, and he was filled with shame and anger. He let out a long howl, and the momentum of his blade changed, becoming even more lethal.

The Hai Ruo Dao cut through the air, and Liang Wenjing had no way to avoid it. In the midst of the rotation, he struck the back of the Hai Ruo Dao with his palm, deflecting the blade by an inch, which passed under his armpit.

Xiao Leng's blade did not stop. As the blade turned, Liang Wenjing lost his footing and fell from the air, landing with a bruised and swollen face.

"You can withstand two of my strikes, which is already better than the group of fools at Immortal Ferry."

Xiao Leng, confident of victory, said calmly, "Unfortunately..." He shook his head, "You still can't withstand my third strike."

Suddenly, the sound of hooves echoed on the road. Xiao Leng frowned and turned to see a dozen riders galloping over.

"Hmph, trouble!"

His eyes burned with madness.

The dozen riders arrived, and the leader reined in his horse. It was an elderly man with gray hair and a robust build, a broad mouth, a prominent nose, and a sword hilt with red tassels visible on his shoulder.

The old man was Liu Jingcao of the Emei Sect, known as "Immortal Sword" in the martial world, a quasi-first-class expert.

Liu Jingcao, seeing the corpses of the soldiers on the ground, was enraged. He looked at the three people and said in a stern voice, "Who did this?"

Liang Wenjing, seeing the group not heeding his warnings and approaching, was greatly anxious and called out, "Do not come closer."

"Why?"

The old man asked, "Who killed the soldiers on the ground?"

His tone was very angry, and the riders behind him dismounted, drew their weapons, and formed a half-circle, glaring at the three people and advancing.

Xiao Leng smiled coldly, his figure suddenly disappearing. A faint blue light flashed in the air, and blood spattered. A brown-clothed youth's eyes bulged, and his body, deprived of life, fell limply to the ground.

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