Chapter 37

Although extremely angry, Lian Rufeng and his companions still had to dodge, all of them moving to one side to avoid the attack.

Boom!

The arrow, like a bolt of lightning, exploded on the ground, creating a large crater. Dirt and debris flew everywhere, leaving Lian Rufeng and his companions covered in dust and dirt.

"Wang Zhun, Xiao Shi, you two go and seek help from Elder Wu!"

Lian Rufeng roared, his face twisted with rage, almost driven mad with anger. He was also furious at Wu Henshui for standing by and doing nothing.

Is my life worth more than yours?

What the hell is going on? You still haven't taken action? Do you have to wait until all of us are dead?

Wang Zhun and Xiao Shi also understood the severity of the situation and hurried off.

"Brother Lian, what should we do?"

Someone asked.

"Wait! We can't launch another attack. That kid is as cunning as a fox and won't engage in a direct fight. Only a high-level expert like Elder Wu can deal with him."

Lian Rufeng took a deep breath and said coldly. He wouldn't risk his life again; without his life, everything would be over.

As for what Wu Henshui thought, Lian Rufeng no longer cared.

The others, seeing this, all breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, by this point in the battle, watching their companions die one by one had frightened them.

The atmosphere was heavy, and they all waited for Wu Henshui to come to their aid.

As time passed, the village's atmosphere grew even more desolate. A gust of wind blew, lifting a pile of fallen leaves and bringing a whiff of blood.

Lian Rufeng suddenly had a bad feeling. The distance from the village to the entrance was less than a few miles. Even if they walked, it would take no more than half an hour.

But now there was no news at all!

Could something have gone wrong?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Lian Rufeng's heart tightened, a sense of indescribable panic overwhelming him.

"Let's go and check it out!"

Lian Rufeng gritted his teeth and led the group away. They couldn't just sit and wait to die.

This village, which he knew so well, now seemed so strange and eerie, like a land of the dead, chilling to the bone.

Soon, Lian Rufeng and his companions stopped at an alley entrance. In the shadows of the alley, two dead bodies lay. One had his chest torn open, blood flowing everywhere, and the other had his throat crushed, his head twisted into a grotesque, soft shape.

These two bodies were Wang Zhun and Xiao Shi, who had gone to seek help.

Lian Rufeng and his companions felt a chill, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. Two more had died!

"Run!"

A guard, unable to bear the tension any longer, shouted and rushed out of the village.

"Come back!"

Lian Rufeng's face changed drastically, and he roared.

But it was too late. With a loud boom, an arrow shot from the branches of a distant old locust tree, instantly killing the guard.

Just a few dozen yards away, another companion died right before his eyes...

Lian Rufeng's face was twisted with rage, his eyes bloodshot. This was simply too much!

"Kill! Kill that little brat!"

Lian Rufeng roared, like a madman, charging toward the distant old locust tree. He had already seen Lin Xun's figure.

"Follow!"

The remaining three guards hesitated for a moment but finally gritted their teeth and followed.

...

"Careless."

At the village entrance, Wu Henshui and Han Junsan walked side by side. Along the way, they found many bodies. Both were experienced in battle and could tell from the wounds that the enemy was not as simple as they had imagined.

"Indeed, we were careless. The enemy has clearly been preparing for a long time, using the village's terrain to their advantage. They are employing a strategy of picking us off one by one, using ambushes, sniping, and breakthroughs... They don't engage in direct combat with Lian Rufeng and his group, but this tactic is undoubtedly the most suitable."

Han Junsan spoke solemnly, "I didn't expect to encounter such a cunning and ruthless opponent in this remote village."

"But no matter what, the enemy is still just one person. I want to see who this guy is, with such strategic and ruthless thoughts. However, based on my judgment, his cultivation should not exceed the Fifth Level of True Martial, otherwise, he would have killed Lian Rufeng first and wouldn't have dragged it out until now."

Wu Henshui's expression was indifferent as he walked leisurely, seemingly very relaxed. However, his shoulders were slightly hunched, his eyes sharp, and his aura condensed and hidden, clearly ready for battle.

"Elder Wu, our losses this time are quite heavy."

Han Junsan frowned.

"You're overthinking it. I won't let such an opponent go. If he lives, I won't be able to sleep soundly."

Wu Henshui said calmly.

Han Junsan nodded, "That's right."

At this moment, Wu Henshui suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp like a hawk, pointing to the distance: "The enemy is there."

Clang!

Han Junsan drew a black giant sword, his killing intent overflowing.

Seeing this, Wu Henshui sighed, "Since I reached the Eighth Level of True Martial and became the chief steward of the medicinal shop in the Qingyang tribe, I rarely have the chance to fight personally. This time, I hope the opponent isn't too weak."

Han Junsan smiled, "Elder Wu, this time, let me handle it. Such an opponent isn't worth your effort."

Wu Henshui glanced at him, "Alright."

In their conversation, they clearly didn't take Lin Xun seriously, showing extreme confidence.

They indeed had the capital to be confident. One was at the Eighth Level of True Martial, the other at the Fourth Level, and the cultivation techniques they practiced were far superior to those of mountain villagers like Lian Rufeng.

In this situation, dealing with an enemy whose cultivation had not yet reached the Fifth Level of True Martial, no matter how cunning, would only have one outcome—death!

But just as the two were about to take action, they suddenly saw a small, delicate figure appear on the street a few dozen yards away.

This figure was dressed in a black animal skin cloak, the hood covering the face, revealing only a small, delicate chin with smooth skin, contrasting beautifully with the black cloak, creating a stunning effect.

She was clearly a young girl, and very young, but standing in the middle of the street, she made Wu Henshui and Han Junsan feel a chill, sensing an indescribable sense of dread.

When they saw the girl holding a long spear, about a dozen feet long, completely white, and emitting a clear, misty starlight, their faces changed dramatically.

Spiritual Artifact!

The aura emanating from the white bone spear was too powerful, far beyond what a common weapon could possess.

Could this little girl be a Spiritual Qi Realm expert?

Thinking of this, even Wu Henshui and Han Junsan found it absurd. How could such a young girl have such cultivation?

Or, perhaps the spiritual artifact wasn't hers?

Thinking of this, Wu Henshui's heart stirred, his eyes glowing with excitement.

After the girl appeared, she stood there, her small, delicate figure bathed in the blood-red twilight, adding a mysterious aura.

She didn't move.

But Wu Henshui and Han Junsan knew that this girl was there to block their path.

"Go, test this girl's strength."

Wu Henshui gave Han Junsan a nod. In this eerie village, the sudden appearance of a girl holding a spiritual artifact was clearly abnormal.

Out of caution, Wu Henshui chose to observe.

"Little girl, move out of the way!"

Han Junsan, not a fool, naturally knew the girl's appearance was suspicious, so he tried to probe with words.

The girl shook her head, not speaking.

Han Junsan's heart sank. This girl was indeed there to block their path, which made him inexplicably nervous.

He couldn't explain why he was so wary of a child, but years of battle experience told him to be cautious.

"If you don't move, don't blame me for killing you!"

Han Junsan's killing intent was evident, his gaze sharp like a knife. He stepped forward, his aura like a mountain, overwhelming.

He was a Fourth Level True Martial "Qi Channeling" expert, with his body's acupoints filled with qi, generating a terrifying aura when he moved.

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, the girl, sensing the killing intent, suddenly looked up, revealing a pair of beautiful, black, crescent-shaped eyes. However, her gaze was cold and emotionless.

Huh?

Han Junsan felt a chill as if a sword was at his throat, his heart filled with fear.

The next moment, he saw a beautiful, clear starlight appear, like a dream, like an illusion, like a magnificent dream.

Han Junsan's mind was dazed, thinking, "So beautiful!"

Almost simultaneously, he heard a thunderous shout: "Be careful—!"

Han Junsan was bewildered, "Be careful?"

Pfft!

Before he could react, he felt a pain in his throat, as if hit by a mountain, and was thrown back.

Han Junsan finally regained his senses, but it was too late. The world turned black, and he lost consciousness.

The beautiful, dreamlike starlight vanished.

...

Wu Henshui's body was cold, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.

In that moment, he saw Han Junsan stand there like a fool, not reacting at all, and was easily pierced through the throat by the girl's white bone spear!

The speed was too fast, like a fleeting glimpse, leaving Wu Henshui no time to help.

Too terrifying, the scene was too eerie!

A five- or six-year-old girl, holding a spear, killed a Fourth Level True Martial expert in an unimaginable way!

Wu Henshui couldn't imagine it, and because he couldn't imagine it, he was terrified, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

At that moment, Wu Henshui lost all confidence. Even with his Eighth Level True Martial cultivation, he felt no sense of security.

He forgot about the Blood Marrow Sand, the spirit field, and the archer.

He just wanted to leave!

This place was too terrifying, full of unimaginable dangers. It wasn't a remote village but a land of death!

Without hesitation, Wu Henshui turned and fled.

But in the blink of an eye, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and he was thrown back, losing consciousness.

He didn't have time to react or dodge; everything happened in an instant!

In the sunset, Xia Zhi, dressed in a black cloak, came to Wu Henshui's side, frowning. She realized that her strike hadn't completely killed him, which made her dissatisfied.

Just as she was about to deliver another blow, she heard a cruel and triumphant laugh from a distance.

Was Lin Xun in danger?

Xia Zhi frowned, pulled out the white bone spear, and, like an arrow, rushed toward the source of the laughter.