bookrandom Chapter 245 The Yan Family Reacts
Chapter 245 The Yan Family Reacts
Ok?
Just as Zhong Ming drew his sword and took a step forward, a screen of light suddenly appeared in front of him, spraying out sprays of water mist that blurred the surrounding vision.
The merfolk immediately became alert, and the makeshift trap they had set up was activated; someone was coming.
They immediately took out their weapons. Most of the lower-level merfolk would carry backpacks made of monster hides, but they wouldn't carry them when attacking.
Clearly, these are not elite troops for attacking strongholds, but merely miscellaneous soldiers used to create chaos.
The leader appeared more capable, with a belt made of dragon tendons around his waist, from which hung a row of bone knives. The moment he looked at Zhong Ming, he immediately threw out a bone knife, which flew through the air at high speed, heading straight for the attacker's head.
Zhong Ming calmly wielded his sword, the chill emanating from the mother and child swords growing even stronger. Zhong Ming used his sword-drawing technique to easily slice through the simple array plate.
Dodging the bone blade, Zhong Ming quickly lunged forward. The other merfolk, seeing that this human dared to approach them, felt emboldened; the merfolk were most confident in their physical bodies.
They simply surrounded Zhong Ming, who seemed to offer no resistance and charged forward on his own.
The leader let out a shriek and charged at the attackers, brandishing two bone knives and slashing forward.
With a side slash, he attempted to deflect the blade's attack, aiming a vicious blow at Zhong Ming's stomach.
"Ding~"
The crisp clanging sound was not the sound of swords clashing, but the sound of a blade slicing through scales.
The sound of splitting from the inside out.
The twin swords sliced through the bone knife as easily as cutting tofu, then through his arm, flesh, and bone... slashing all the way before finally being stopped by the scales on his back. The swords failed to cleave him in two... but it was close enough.
His upper body fell backward, while his lower body remained frozen in place, connected only by thin scales, like an open book.
Undigested flesh and blood flowed out of Zhong Ming's stomach, and his internal organs were laid bare before him.
In the past, he would feel nauseous and want to vomit, but today, he only felt that he hadn't killed fast enough.
The sight of my rapidly falling sword will be the last thing you ever see in your lives.
The other merfolk swarmed forward. They unleashed a barrage of low-level spells, such as imbuing their blades with spiritual water—the kind of cheap tricks they used—and launched their most powerful attacks with all their might. But what they received in return was arrows coming from behind.
One for each person, no more, no less.
One can't kill them.
However, Zhong Ming and Xuan Jing are allowed.
The violent killings finally stopped after a long time. At that moment, the man nailed to the pillar, his eyes filled with hatred, stopped breathing.
His eyes seemed to ask, 'Where were you? Why weren't you there when we were being slaughtered? Wasn't your duty to protect us?'
They didn't give him an answer, including Zhong Ming.
Zhong Ming's team did not stop. After picking up some seemingly useful items, they immediately continued on their way.
We couldn't save this one, but maybe if we had run faster, we could have saved the next one.
They moved between houses, fighting amidst the corpses and merfolk, engaging in ambushes and counter-ambushes, constantly shifting roles as hunter and prey. This place wasn't just filled with merfolk; there were other squads of soldiers, mortals fighting back, mortals hiding undetected, and hidden cultivators forced into action...
With countless people mixed together, people began to distinguish between humans and merfolk based on a simple distinction between the two groups.
At this time, in the ordinary courtyard, there was an underground secret room beneath a large vat.
Several monks bandaged their wounds while cursing their superiors.
"What's wrong with the Yan family? Why do they have to kill a new recruit?" A disheveled man bit down hard on the bandage, tightening the wound on his arm.
"We just need to carry out our mission and ignore the rest. But killing them is clearly not a small-scale combat mission. Why did this guy named Cuihong have to take on a mission to resist the invasion of the merfolk? It's going to be tough for us. We have to kill the merfolk while also looking for them."
The speaker was a young woman dressed in a bright green dress. Although she wore a dark veil, her figure alone revealed her to be a very feminine woman.
"Oh dear, sister, it's just a little temper. If you spit a few more times, the pain will go away immediately after I put the medicine you chewed on my hand. Why don't you help me heal the wound in my heart?"
Before he could finish speaking, a pair of embroidered shoes nearly slapped the man across the face.
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble."
The person who had been sitting cross-legged in front, breathing in spiritual energy, stood up. In the dark and cramped environment, he appeared so tall, like a giant in the shadows.
This is the captain of this operation, a powerful expert at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
The others, though their cultivation levels were not particularly high—they were common in ordinary teams—each possessed unique skills, and their aim was to surprise the enemy.
"I don't know how many squads like ours have been sent from above, but no matter how many there are, we can't let them steal our spoils. Remember, we should let the merfolk kill them; we'd better not take the initiative."
“Dark Cloud, you’re too cautious. If you ask me, we can just pick up a bone knife and launch a surprise attack on them. I guarantee no one will be able to tell it was done by a human.” The slovenly man picked his earwax and flicked it onto the girl’s clothes.
Cough cough, and then the embroidered shoes appeared on the toes of his tattered cloth shoes, and twisted many times.
Captain Dark Cloud had no interest in getting involved in these people's messy affairs, but this matter also puzzled him. He had done this kind of thing many times before without any problems, so why was he not allowed to do it this time?
Who cares? He's not responsible for thinking.
On the other side, the Yan family's higher-ups were also hesitant.
Several elders temporarily left seclusion and gathered in the family for a meeting.
The elder sat upright in the main seat, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his hand holding the lid of the teacup, gently rotating it around the rim.
"As you all know, a powerful force is targeting us. The Nascent Soul cultivator above has suddenly become distant and aloof towards us."
To remain neutral to someone on the same side is tantamount to betrayal.
That Nascent Soul cultivator had actually given up on them.
"We must find another way out."
"Who exactly is our enemy? Since they were able to force that person back, it means that at least several Nascent Soul stage cultivators joined forces. It couldn't just be a Deity Transformation stage cultivator, could it?"
"Perhaps it was the one who injured the Immortal Pavilion Elder?" an elder sitting at the back said uncertainly. He didn't have the qualifications, but the Immortal Pavilion Elder was his friend, so he spoke on behalf of the Immortal Pavilion Elder, which gave him more confidence.
The group looked at each other, but no one spoke. Finally, the Grand Elder spoke up, "We took a mining mole and deduced that it was able to seriously injure the deducer by following the path. What level is it?"
"At least the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm?"