Chapter 78

As Chen Jian was persistently纠缠着 Wei He, Zhou Shun, on the side, pretended to chat with Yang Qingye while secretly releasing a light yellow small flying insect.

The small flying insect fell lightly to the ground like a pebble, its sound masked by the numerous hoofbeats of cattle and horses.

Wei He suddenly sensed something and looked at Zhou Shun.

"What were you doing just now?"

He narrowed his eyes, as if he had noticed something.

Although Zhou Shun's actions were subtle, he had a fixed movement at regular intervals, which became noticeable after a while.

"Nothing... nothing..." Zhou Shun's heart skipped a beat, and he put on a bewildered face, pretending to know nothing.

"Hmm, be careful. Don't get distracted," Wei He nodded and turned his head away.

"Oh, okay," Zhou Shun quickly replied.

He let out a sigh of relief, turned his head to look elsewhere, and pretended to patrol.

Most of the people in the convoy were family members of the disciples, with the actual disciples from various martial academies being relatively few.

In total, there were about four hundred people.

The four hundred people were divided into two rows, extending to protect the convoy, moving slowly with the ox carts.

Zhou Shun's heart relaxed, and after a while, he once again reached into his hidden waist pouch, using two fingers to gently pinch out a light yellow pebble.

"What's that?" Wei He's voice suddenly sounded from beside him.

Zhou Shun was so startled that he almost dropped the pebble.

"Senior Brother Wei!" He turned his head to look at Wei He, who had just been in front but had suddenly appeared beside him, curiously looking at the pebble in his hand.

"I like to pick up pebbles and play with them, it's a habit. Sorry, Senior Brother Wei," Zhou Shun quickly explained.

"Is that so?" Wei He narrowed his eyes, staring at him for a moment, then looked down at the pebble, finding nothing wrong with it.

He shifted his gaze to Zhou Shun's clothes.

"Junior Brother Zhou, I'm a bit sensitive, so it's best not to make unnecessary movements while patrolling."

"Understood," Zhou Shun replied with a lowered head.

"Good," Wei He nodded and turned around, riding his horse forward.

Zhou Shun finally relaxed, feeling a slight sweat on his back, more exhausted than a battle at the Hundred Flowers Tower.

He once again held the pebble, using a special method to apply force and gently vibrate it, activating the insect inside to send a message to the Seven Families Alliance.

This pebble insect could transmit the exact locations of all the third-level qi and blood experts in the convoy, helping to determine the weak points in the convoy's defense.

He held the light yellow pebble, gently pressed it against the horse's belly, and released it.

Bang!!

Suddenly, a black hand came from the side and fiercely slapped Zhou Shun's arm holding the pebble.

Caught off guard, Zhou Shun had no time to react and was immediately knocked off his horse.

His body went numb, his eyes wide with shock, and he felt the pebble being taken from his hand.

Then his collar was grabbed, and Wei He's stern face appeared before him.

"What were you doing just now?"

"I..." Zhou Shun broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't say that his martial academy, the entire Bat Fist, had already joined the Seven Families Alliance.

"Tell me, what is that you were holding?" Wei He's face was dark, staring at Zhou Shun on the ground.

He had noticed something was wrong earlier, and now, upon closer inspection, he saw that this person was suspicious.

"I..." Zhou Shun opened his mouth to speak. Suddenly, a person quickly approached from the front of the convoy.

The convoy had already moved ten miles away from Feiye City, with dense forests on both sides, undulating and continuous.

The heavy rain earlier seemed to have restored some vitality to the mountainous area, with the originally withered trees gradually turning a light green.

"Senior Brother Wei." The person was Zhang Lu from the Fist Academy, who had returned. He quickly approached, glanced at Zhou Shun on the ground, and then whispered to Wei He.

"Master Zheng wants you to leave immediately if anything happens. Don't go to the Martial Master Fortress, disperse and run."

"!?" Wei He's eyes changed, wanting to ask more.

"Master Zheng said, don't get close to the Flying Bear Saber," Zhang Lu added, wanting to continue.

But it was too late.

Sharp laughter came from both sides, as if a large number of strange apes were constantly emitting sharp screams.

The ox carts and horses in the convoy were frightened by the sounds, stopping and becoming restless.

Once the long convoy stopped, it caused some congestion and blockage, making it difficult to start again.

"Who is it!?" A loud, powerful male voice came from the convoy.

Clearly, one of the martial masters guarding the convoy had spoken.

The true main force of the entire convoy was actually the thirteen martial masters leading the group.

"Only kill the Flying Bear Saber, the rest will be spared if they kneel!"

In an instant, a sharp laugh echoed, and a large number of black-clad soldiers and towering three-meter-tall giant-toothed soldiers emerged from the forests on both sides.

These giant-toothed soldiers, like giants, wielded iron clubs, breaking smaller trees and charging down the mountain with wild laughter.

Clearly, the earlier laughter had come from them.

"Seven Families Alliance!?"

"Prepare to fight! All guards, the weak point of the giant-toothed soldiers is their eyes, attack..."

The voice was cut off by a dull sound.

The person speaking seemed to have been suddenly attacked.

This was followed by a roar of shock and anger, indicating that a fierce battle had broken out among the martial masters at the front.

Wei He's heart raced, immediately recalling the words of Master Zheng that Zhang Lu had relayed.

He dismounted, tightened the bag on his back, and shouted, "Follow me, Return Mountain Fist!"

He ignored the others and quickly rushed to the area where the Return Mountain Fist disciples were.

Before the surrounding soldiers arrived, he quickly reached the Return Mountain Fist area.

A group of disciples were huddled together, leaderless, and seeing him, they immediately followed him in one direction.

The convoy was already in chaos.

The martial masters' area was silent, with the sound of intense fighting indicating that the battle had already begun.

The outermost guards, the disciples, were the first to engage with the surrounding soldiers.

From a high vantage point, the black-clad soldiers looked like a swarm of ants, rushing towards the gray and white convoy in the center.

It was like a swarm of ants preying on a large, fat, white worm.

Wei He lifted his second sister from the cart, wrapped her in a thick cart cover. This cover, unless set on fire, was difficult to cut through with a sword, protecting her from bumps and bruises.

Then he led the group into the forest.

Everywhere he looked, there were black-clad soldiers, and his ears were filled with the sharp, chaotic sounds of battle cries and screams.

The Return Mountain Fist group, led by Wei He, had Jiang Su and Zhao Hong on the sides for protection, with Zhang Lu and the other disciples guarding the rear, rapidly charging out of the soldiers' encirclement.

"Follow me!!"

Wei He raised his arm, using the four iron strips on his forearm to block two military swords, then swept his hand, releasing a burst of force.

Two soldiers' chests caved in, and they flew backward, clearly dead.

As soon as the two died, four more soldiers roared and charged at him.

Wei He repeated the same action, raising his arm to block with the iron strips, then sweeping.

He easily took out two more, severely wounding two others. But he didn't have time to finish them off and quickly charged outward.

If it weren't for the forests on both sides, he wouldn't have abandoned his horse.

Riding a horse in a flatter area would have been faster than walking.

Wei He, with one arm holding his sister and the other sweeping, was invincible with the iron strips on his arm, not even needing to use his inner strength to charge through.

But soon he encountered an obstacle.

A three-meter-tall giant-toothed soldier stood in front of him.

"Die!!"

A massive black iron club came crashing down on Wei He.

The club, weighing at least a hundred pounds, created a strong wind before it even reached him, making several disciples behind him gasp for breath and turn pale.

Thud.

At that moment, a cold light shot from Wei He's hand, accurately striking the giant-toothed soldier's face.

It was a black poison dart, embedding itself deeply into the giant-toothed soldier's left eye.

He let out a scream, and the iron club veered off, hitting the ground beside them, which Wei He and the others dodged.

"Go!"

A flash of blood, and the giant-toothed soldier's head was shattered by Wei He's punch.

The group quickly passed over the corpse and charged outward.

Along the way, Wei He broke through several encirclements, relying on the iron strips on his arms to block the surrounding weapons, conserving a lot of energy.

But while he could do it, the others couldn't.

In the chaos, several Return Mountain Fist disciples and their family members were separated, and many others had disappeared, either scattered or dead.

His ears were filled with roars, screams, and laughter.

The Return Mountain Fist, with both inner and outer courts, had a total of over thirty people, and with their families, nearly a hundred. After breaking out, only about fifty remained.

Senior Brother Zhao Hong had disappeared while trying to save his mother.

Jiang Su was injured, but only lightly on his arm, which was still manageable.

But Zhang Lu was different... he had been cut twice on his back, one of which was poisoned.

The group rushed out of the encirclement and quickly moved through the forest slope.

"I... can't... go on..." Zhang Lu, supported by others, was breathing heavily, his face pale.

"The blade... is poisoned..." His eyes showed despair. "My father... is still waiting for me... but... I have let him down..."

He was gently laid down, weak and covered in blood.

Wei He quickly came over, examined the blade wounds, and found that the blade was indeed poisoned. But the critical issue was not the poison, but the deep wounds, which had exposed his internal organs from the back.

"Is there anything you want to say?" He grabbed Zhang Lu's hand.

With Master Zheng and Senior Brother Zhao Hong gone, he was the leader here.

"Senior Brother Wei... my brother..." Zhang Lu tightly held Wei He's hand, trying to say more, but his wounds were almost fatal, and he couldn't hold on.

"Brother!" A young man beside Zhang Lu couldn't help but cry out.

Zhang Lu's breath faltered, and he slumped, lifeless.

Wei He stood up silently. He had seen many deaths, but the Return Mountain Fist Academy had always been a sanctuary in his heart.

But now, this sanctuary seemed to be tainted with blood.

In the situation where enemies surrounded them from all sides, protecting the few people around him was already a great feat. The rest had to rely on their own strength.

So Zhao Hong was separated, Zhang Lu died, and Jiang Su was injured.