Chapter 100

The army of the Iron Forehead people was composed of scouts, light cavalry, and heavy cavalry. The light cavalry was the main force, consisting of four thousand riders, each equipped with two horses. Their primary weapons were bows and arrows, supplemented by spears, maces, sabers, and lassos. The heavy cavalry, numbering only three hundred, held halberds or pikes and were the elite force for breaking through defenses. In addition, there was a large supply train.

Yu Yao did not circle around but charged straight into the light cavalry. The gilded phoenix sickle sliced along the legs of the horses, severing the legs of a dozen warhorses, which fell to the ground with mournful whinnies. The flying sickle then swiftly returned, slicing through the throats of the cavalry, drawing a bright line of blood.

The slaughter did not make the Iron Forehead people fear; instead, it stirred the wildness in their bones. The cavalry swung their sabers, roaring in anger, and rushed forward one after another, only to become the victims of the gilded phoenix sickle. For a moment, blood flowed like a river, and bodies piled up like mountains. Yu Yao manipulated the flying sickle, venting her pent-up anger without mercy.

The cavalry charging forward became fewer and fewer. Yu Yao walked out through the blood, her back straight and her face calm. The gilded phoenix sickle, drenched in blood, turned a deep crimson, almost dripping with blood.

The light cavalry formed a wide circle in the distance, and the three hundred heavily armored heavy cavalry were ready to charge. Yu Yao raised her head, her eyes burning with intense flames.

An old voice coughed and spoke in broken Chinese: "Sword cultivator of the Kunlun Hook and Sickle Sect, hold your hand and listen to this old man!"

The heavy cavalry parted to the sides, and an old man with white hair and beard slowly stepped forward. His face was full of wrinkles, and he wore various ornaments such as bone whistles, jade, and beads in his hair. He was dressed in a splendid robe, with a green jade belt around his waist and seven or eight rings on his fingers, made of gold, jade, wood, and stone.

"Who are you?"

"I am the high priest of the Iron Forehead Gao Yantuo tribe, Qigu. Young lady, you are so young, yet so ruthless. Why do you kill my Iron Forehead people without cause?"

Yu Yao said coolly, "I am Han, and you are Iron Forehead. Asking these questions is pointless. Your Iron Forehead people attacked Han cities, burned, killed, and plundered, and the dead were all the elderly, weak, and women. Were they not ruthless?"

Qigu shook his head and said, "The Han kill the Iron Forehead, and the Iron Forehead kill the Han. The strong prey on the weak, and no one can blame anyone. But you are different. You are a Kunlun sword cultivator and should not meddle in the affairs of the mortal world."

"There is no should or should not. When the Taiyi Sect massacred the Seven Hazelnut Mountains, countless innocent mortals were harmed, and no one stood up to speak. Enough talk, let's see who is stronger!"

Qigu sighed, "So there is no room for negotiation?"

Yu Yao did not answer him. Her wrist trembled, and the gilded phoenix sickle rose like a venomous snake, humming. She poured all her strength into the attack, activating the Burning Body Fire, cutting off all retreat. As she manipulated the flying sickle to strike, a faint smile appeared on her face, and her eyes became slightly dazed, as if she had returned to the past, to the Seven Hazelnut Mountains she longed for.

Qigu flicked a jade ring on his thumb, and a skull appeared in his hand, yellow and smooth like jade. He gently tapped the top of the skull with his index and middle fingers, reciting a short incantation. The skull "cackled" and spat out a thick black smoke, forming a ghostly shadow the size of a cart wheel, with a green face and fangs, intangible but real. It rushed toward the gilded phoenix sickle, entangling it tightly.

The Burning Body Fire burned the ghostly shadow, sizzling. Cracks appeared on the skull in Qigu's hand, and fragments fell, but the gilded phoenix sickle was firmly held in the air, losing control.

The heavy cavalry charged with iron halberds, the hooves thundering. Yu Yao watched the rapidly approaching iron cavalry, spreading her arms to await her fate. At this moment, she clearly realized that all the pain would soon be over, and she would finally find peace.

But at that moment, a tall figure blocked her, like a reef on the shore, facing the charging cavalry.

The iron mace was as heavy as a mountain, and with each swing, the Iron Forehead heavy cavalry were thrown off their horses, taking down three or four elite riders. Compared to the gilded phoenix sickle, the iron mace was a blunt weapon but more powerful. Qigu watched helplessly as the heavy cavalry fell one by one, his heart racing, unable to intervene.

Wei Shizhe saw the opportunity and suddenly launched a cold arrow, using the move "Heaven and Earth Throw." The iron mace flew out of his hand, heading straight for Qigu's chest. Qigu let out a strange cry, and the skull in his hand exploded. His upper body bent backward, but it was too late. The iron mace struck his jaw, shattering his jawbone and tearing off half his face.

The heavy cavalry took advantage of the situation and charged forward. Wei Shizhe grunted, sidestepped, and punched the horse's belly. The horse whinnied in pain, rearing up and throwing its rider to the ground. Wei Shizhe kicked the rider's head off and picked up the iron halberd, swinging it in a circle and knocking down six or seven more riders.

The three hundred heavily armored cavalry, the elite of the Gao Yantuo tribe, were now few in number.

Qigu's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and he slowly straightened up. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of disappointment. After more than half an hour of struggle, he had lost a precious magical artifact and many cavalry, yet he had failed to capture even two Kunlun sword cultivators. Where was his face now!

Just as he was about to use a deadly move, Qigu suddenly felt a chill and involuntarily looked up. The Burning Body Fire had already engulfed the ghostly shadow, and the gilded phoenix sickle was about to strike. This shock was immense. He instinctively crushed a wooden ring on his little finger, and his body gradually became ethereal. The flying sickle split the air above his head, but he was unharmed.

With the high priest fleeing, the Iron Forehead people began to scatter. Wei Shizhe did not pursue them, picked up the iron mace and the gilded phoenix sickle, and returned to Yu Yao's side.

Yu Yao stared at him, her body weakening, and she fainted in his arms.

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