Chapter 55

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Under the pale moonlight, cold winds swept over the hill, stirring up powerful dust storms that resembled giant dragons emerging from the earth.

The flickering campfire suddenly went out.

Another round of human cries and horse neighs followed. The old man surnamed Jiao, along with his five subordinates, had already packed up and were standing guard around the carriage, each ready for battle.

The wind howled, and sand filled the air.

In the dim darkness, several piercing wolf howls and tiger roars suddenly echoed.

Wujiao, hiding behind the hill, had just finished dressing and was about to throw away the rain cover when he quickly put it back on his head to conceal himself.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a group of dark figures appeared on the road he had come from.

"Kakka—"

Suddenly, two sharp cries rang out in the air, followed by the twang of two bowstrings. Instantly, two silver-white beams pierced the darkness, striking two dark figures and bringing them down.

They were two giant birds that had not yet taken flight to launch a surprise attack when they were both hit in the abdomen by arrows and fell to their deaths. The old man surnamed Jiao had acted first, his arrows different from ordinary ones, each tip wrapped with something like a paper talisman. After he shot, he said in a low voice, "Tianlong, cover the rear. Fuhong and Fuda, escort Baoye ahead..."

The group of dark figures on the road approached, revealing two old men dressed in animal skins, each riding a tiger and driving over a dozen wolves and leopards. The tiger roars and wolf howls rose and fell, making one's heart race!

Oh, how formidable! Driving tigers and chasing leopards, they looked like kings of the beasts, truly terrifying! And that Old Jiao was also quite powerful, seemingly aided by some magic, his arrows likely too much for ordinary cultivators to withstand!

Wujiao, hiding behind the hill, watched with wide eyes.

"Aoao—"

Over a dozen wolves and leopards had approached within thirty paces of the carriage, each howling and leaping into the air.

Old Jiao and Ye Tianlong stood side by side, each holding a longbow, shooting arrows in quick succession. With the twang of the bowstrings, several wolves fell to the silver arrows.

Fuhong and Fuda took the opportunity to escort the two carriages onto the road, galloping north.

The two old men had come under the cover of night, planning to launch a surprise attack and achieve their goal in one move. However, their opponents reacted so quickly that they exchanged glances and then jumped off their tigers, waving their sleeves and chanting strange incantations.

"Roar—"

The two tigers roared and charged into the battle, the wolves and leopards gaining momentum and pouncing fiercely at the two blocking their path.

More arrows shot out in quick succession, and the approaching wolves howled as they fell backward. The tigers then leaped out, their fierce momentum unstoppable!

"Retreat—"

Old Jiao whispered, leaping onto his horse.

Ye Tianlong seemed flustered, a step behind. Before he could mount his horse, he felt a gust of foul wind behind him. He tried to react, but it was too late, and he shouted, "Save me..."

Old Jiao, on his horse, grabbed two arrows and shot them back.

The arrows flew like meteors, blood splattering. The tiger that had leaped high was hit in both eyes, falling to the ground with its fangs bared.

Old Jiao spurred his horse, and as he rode away, he grabbed another arrow with a paper talisman and shot it back. With a roar, the other tiger was pierced through the head and fell dead. Without hesitation, he whipped the buttocks of Ye Tianlong's horse, causing it to neigh and gallop away, quickly disappearing into the night.

The remaining seven or eight wolves and leopards could not catch up, turning back to howl and scatter. The tiger that had been blinded lay on the ground, rolling and howling. The cold wind continued, and the heavy scent of blood lingered.

Shortly, the two old men who had driven the tigers and leopards approached. One of them pulled out a short blade from his chest, chanting continuously, and then slowly cut open the tiger's belly, removing a bloody object. The blind tiger did not struggle, its legs twitching as it became a corpse.

The wolves and leopards gathered around, baring their teeth and drooling.

The old man still held the bloody object in his hand when his companion arrived. They whispered to each other, then raised their hands.

The wolves and leopards, driven by them, rushed toward the hill twenty paces away.

At this moment, Wujiao, still wearing the rain cover, was torn between fear and hesitation.

Though the situation was sudden, Old Jiao and Ye Tianlong should not have left him alone! It was dark here, and if he hid, no one might see him, and he might escape the danger.

Before Wujiao could feel relieved, he was already in distress, not even noticing that the rain cover had been blown away by the wind. He just stared at the pairs of green, ghostly eyes, dazed.

No, those were the eyes of the wolves, like devils emerging from the ground, ready to ignite a flame that would consume everything, destroy the world...

In a flash, four or five wolves pounced within three or two paces. Their sharp teeth, fierce mouths, and the stench of blood were terrifying.

Wujiao, standing against the hill, had nowhere to hide. Facing imminent death, he suddenly became calm. At that moment, a black aura appeared between his brows, his eyebrows arching. He suddenly raised his right arm, grabbing the air, and a black sword light emerged. He then held it with both hands and slashed horizontally.

A black sword light shot out, severing the heads of four or five wolves.

Blood and flesh splattered, and the cold wind howled.

Wujiao's feet lifted slightly, as if he were flying, stepping forward over a dozen paces and standing three feet off the ground. His eyebrows twitched, and he swung his arm, slashing the sword light again, shouting, "Seven Sword Yaoguang, Break the Army, Kill the Demons, Refine the Soul..."

The sword energy swept through the night like a black storm. The remaining wolves and leopards, unable to resist, fell dead one by one.

This unexpected turn of events shocked the two old men. One of them hurriedly said, "This is a dispute between the Fengxiang and Fu families, not involving outsiders. If we have offended you, please forgive us, Immortal Sir..."

Wujiao did not stop, merging the black sword into the night and the wind, slashing a black lightning bolt. The two old men, still in shock, were cut in half at the waist. Blood and flesh flew, and the cold wind raged. Wujiao, in mid-air, paused, then raised the black long sword in his hand, his arrogant momentum surging.

The wind howled mournfully, and the night was desolate.

Wujiao still held the sword aloft, his disheveled hair and clothes fluttering in the wind.

Shortly, his feet slowly touched the ground, the black sword in his hand disappeared, and the overwhelming killing aura vanished, leaving only a faint trace of malevolence between his brows, a testament to his recent ferocity and madness.

The cold moon remained, and the sand was hazy.

Wujiao's eyes swept over the scattered limbs and blood, and he felt the urge to vomit. Before he could bend over, the discomfort eased. Soon, he gradually returned to normal.

This was the second time he had killed. When he acted, there was a sense of involuntary satisfaction. It was as if the restrained soul had broken free, and the long-suppressed madness was unleashed, wanting to howl with the sword in the midst of blood and flesh, to destroy, to overturn, to bury in the darkness. Seven Sword Yaoguang, Break the Army, Kill the Demons, Refine the Soul...

Wujiao looked at his empty right hand, and a black aura flashed in his palm. It extended three feet, suddenly solidifying, and the black light flickered, sharp and formidable, a sword that could not be resisted!

Wujiao gently swung the black sword, and the air whistled around him. With a thought, the black sword disappeared, and then reappeared. Each time the black sword appeared, his killing intent surged. Only by putting away the black sword could he gradually calm down. However, he had found the key.

He only needed to silently recite those two phrases to summon the black sword, controlling it at will, invincible!

Wujiao put away the black sword and couldn't help but smile. But soon, he was puzzled.

Seven Sword Yaoguang, Break the Army, Kill the Demons, Refine the Soul. Where did these two mysterious phrases come from? Could they have been hidden in the family heirloom short sword, only revealed because he had not fully merged with it? If so, did that mean he had become one with the sword? The sword was him, and he was the sword. Oh, that sounds very powerful...

Wujiao stood silently, his expression changing.

Besides the two phrases, there seemed to be other surprises. What exactly, he couldn't say. The more familiar he became with the black sword, the more he seemed to gain.

Additionally, after a half-day of rest, the vortex in his dantian had become more stable and powerful. His strength and the sense of freedom in his body seemed to have returned. With a thought, a fresh force would surge from the dantian to his limbs...

Wujiao's feet lifted again, and his sleeves rustled in the wind. He looked up, ready to leave.

Since he had nowhere to go, he might as well catch up with the Jiao family's carriage. What would happen next, he would deal with when the time came!

Just as he was about to move, his curiosity was piqued.

If he could drive tigers and leopards, he wouldn't have to fight himself. Whether you were a cultivator or a mortal, he could just send the wolves and tigers at you, ensuring he wouldn't lose the battle! At the very least, catching a tiger as a mount would be impressive!

He approached the corpses of the two old men, looking around nervously, then gathered his courage and searched their waists. Soon, he found a pile of miscellaneous items, mostly gold and silver, medicine bottles, and some small personal items. Among them, a bone-like object and a bone ring stood out.

He didn't want to stay long, grabbed the bone armor and bone ring, and turned to leave. As he left, he grabbed a leather bag from the ground with a thought, and then disappeared into the darkness in a few steps...

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