Chapter 141: Chapter 140: Magic Knife Ghost Envoy_1
"Hide."
Ling Chen signaled the other four.
The wind rustled as all four soared into the air, each landing atop a large tree.
Ling Chen also leaped, concealing himself beside the mountain path.
"Gee up!"
The sound of horse hooves grew closer, and human voices became audible.
Soon, about a dozen cavalrymen in tattered armor entered the mountain path. They looked utterly disheveled, as if fleeing a pursuer.
The man at the forefront, clad in silver armor, clearly stood out from the other soldiers; he was likely a general.
Behind them, a group of experts in black attire, mounted on identical dark horses, chased them with a palpable killing aura.
These black-clad individuals bore the symbols of demonic sects, clearly elites from the Demonic Sect.
"General, the enemy is closing in! Quickly, take off your armor and switch with me, then find a chance to escape," one of the personal guards said to the silver-armored general.
"No, the enemy is too close. Switching now is pointless," the silver-armored general replied, his expression grim as he glanced back at the dozen Demonic Sect experts rapidly approaching.
It seemed they were fated to die here today.
"Damn it! Since we’re going to die anyway, let’s turn back and fight them!" the personal guard roared.
"Don’t be reckless! Those are Demonic Sect experts. We’re no match for them!" The silver-armored general didn’t lose his head. He knew that charging back now would only mean a quicker death; their battered group was no match for the enemy.
"General Yue, you have nowhere left to run! Why not surrender to us? With your talents, you can still be a Grand Marshal, fighting for our Demonic Sect," said the leader of the black-clad men, a handsome youth whose cultivation had reached the Martial Artist Sixth Realm, the highest among them.
"Scum! You evil demons poisoned our army’s water supply, seized Shaochuan Pass when we were vulnerable, and now you want me to surrender? Dream on!" the silver-armored general thundered.
"Shaochuan Pass has already fallen."
Ling Chen’s pupils constricted. So our reconnaissance is pointless now. With General Yue in such a pathetic state, the fifty thousand soldiers guarding Shaochuan Pass must have been decimated.
"Hehe, General Yue, you’re well-versed in the art of war. Surely you understand that all’s fair in war?"
The young man in black sneered coldly, "Since you refuse my kindness and insist on choosing the hard way, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
The moment he finished speaking, WHOOSH! He abruptly leaped from his horse, his foot pushing off the saddle as he soared through the air, lunging towards the silver-armored general and closing the distance in an instant.
CLANG!
Two personal guards drew their weapons, intending to protect the silver-armored general.
However, in the blink of an eye, their weapons were sent flying, and their heads followed, thudding to the ground.
The black-clad youth’s saber was inches from the silver-armored general’s face.
Just then, WHOOSH! An arrow suddenly shot from a distance, striking the youth’s saber with precision. The force of the impact knocked the blade aside, saving the silver-armored general’s life.
"Which coward is lurking in the shadows?"
The black-clad youth’s expression darkened as he looked in the direction the arrow came from. A figure stood there—it was Mo Yu who had shot the arrow.
"Kill him!" the black-clad youth roared.
Instantly, five or six black-clad men leaped from their horses. Employing Light Skill techniques, they rushed towards Mo Yu from different directions.
"Cover him!" Ling Chen ordered Mu Feng and the other two.
In an instant, three figures darted out from the large trees, intercepting the black-clad men.
Mu Feng took the lead; his Ten-Form Swordsmanship, balanced in offense and defense, made him suitable for spearheading a charge.
Bai Qianxing was next. His agility and techniques were nimble, and with his exceptional hearing and eyesight, he could quickly identify an enemy’s weaknesses and strike.
Yan Ling positioned herself further back, ready to advance or retreat. As the only one in the team capable of healing and providing support, she could not afford to be injured.
Even without Ling Chen needing to act, the coordination among these four was already impeccable.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Mo Yu nocked and loosed two more arrows in quick succession, felling two black-clad men.
"Well, well, they had quite a few people hidden," the leading black-clad youth remarked, his expression turning grim. He ignored Mo Yu and the others, swinging his saber directly at the silver-armored general before him.
At that moment, another burst of sword qi shot through the air, deflecting his saber.
The next instant, he saw a young, white-clad Swordsman charging at him, sword in hand.
Before Kong Yuan could speak, a sword strike imbued with Ling Chen’s full power slashed towards him.
The black-clad youth hastily changed his move, raising his saber horizontally to block Ling Chen’s all-out attack.
BOOM!
The steed beneath the black-clad youth could not withstand the immense force. Its legs buckled, and it collapsed with a pained neigh, foaming at the mouth.
Seeing the black-clad youth block his full-strength strike, Ling Chen was surprised. "A typical Sixth-Stage Martial Artist couldn’t withstand my full power. A young talent like you must be someone of note in the Demonic Sect, right?"
BANG!
Ling Chen struck out again with his sword, forcing the black-clad youth back and ensuring the silver-armored general’s safety.
The black-clad youth retreated three steps, his gaze fixed on Ling Chen again, astonishment stirring in his heart. He had not expected a teenager to possess combat strength not much weaker than his own.
"I am Kong Yuan, the Magic Knife Ghost Envoy of the Saint Witch Religion. Who are you, kid?" the black-clad youth asked.
Ghost Envoy was an official rank within the Demonic Sect; only those who met specific standards of talent and strength were granted the title.
Magic Knife Ghost Envoy... Ling Chen thought. I haven’t heard of this title, but I can guess a few things about it.
"Yun Tianhe, True Disciple of the Divine Intent Sect." I have no intention of revealing my true identity, Ling Chen thought. This is a battlefield, not a dueling arena. It would be foolish to reveal my background to the enemy so easily.
"Yun Tianhe? Good, I’ll remember that. I didn’t expect the Righteous Path to have such a genius. If he’s allowed to mature, he’ll be a huge threat."
Kong Yuan’s eyes flashed with a cold glint. I’ve memorized that name. If I can’t kill Ling Chen today, I’ll report it to the Demonic Sect’s leadership. They need to keep an eye on this Yun Tianhe and try to nip him in the bud.
Little did he know that Ling Chen had given a false name.
Ling Chen wasted no more words. A bright glow emanated from his Heavenly Emperor Heavy Sword as he moved with practiced footwork, attacking Kong Yuan.
With a swing of his Heavy Sword, a sword qi seven meters long trailed behind it, carving a deep gash in the ground.
Empowered by his Sword Intent, the sword qi was incomparably sharp.
However, Kong Yuan showed no trace of panic. He infused the saber in his hand with his True Qi, causing sparks to crackle along the blade.
BANG!
Kong Yuan stepped forward, his saber shattering the sword qi.
He took three consecutive steps, each leaving a deep footprint in the ground. On the final step, his body suddenly launched into the air, and he slashed his saber down at Ling Chen, like a hawk extending its talons towards its prey’s head.