Chapter 95: Purging White Stone City, Breaking Through the Encirclement

Chapter 95: Purging White Stone City, Breaking Through the Encirclement (Subscription Requested)

Inside were Blade Enforcers, outside Archers. This banquet was clearly a trap set by Tao Dingfang, who had planned to eliminate everyone in one fell swoop.

"Tao Dingfang, you just want money, right?" a Martial Cultivator shouted while dodging attacks from Blade Enforcers. "If we hand over the Medicine Gang's spoils, will you spare our lives?"

"Hmph, fool!" Tao Dingfang replied coldly. "Killing you all will naturally grant me all your wealth. Why go through the trouble of taking it from you alive?"

"You... you're provoking the entire martial cultivator faction of White Stone City! Don't you fear our retaliation if we escape?" another Martial Cultivator cried bitterly.

"Haha!" Tao Dingfang laughed. "Provoking the entire martial cultivator faction of White Stone City? Let me tell you the truth—I'm not afraid at all. Besides, you lot can't possibly represent every martial cultivator in White Stone City." He hadn't expected these people to still misunderstand the situation as death approached.

Tao Dingfang not only didn't fear White Stone City's martial cultivators, but secretly wished to purge them completely. Only then could his uncle restore the city's former glory. Killing these so-called martial cultivators would bring both immense wealth to the army and help his uncle's cause. Why wouldn't he do it?

"Since you want mutual destruction, we'll kill you first!" Zhao Baiyu seized the moment Tao Dingfang was speaking to attack, dashing behind him. Knowing Tao Dingfang's strength, he had no choice but to try subduing him to escape.

He launched his Crescent Blade Art without holding back, a relentless storm of slashes creating piercing whistling sounds that filled the air, transforming into countless afterimages attacking Tao Dingfang.

Tao Dingfang sensed the assault, smirking coldly. "Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

Before his words finished, he bent his fingers into a claw, and a phantom light froze in Zhao Baiyu's pupils. Then a devastating palm strike struck his chest, causing a thunderous explosion as Zhao Baiyu's torso seemed to rupture. He staggered backward, losing balance and collapsing.

"There's a side door! If you don't want to die, follow us out!"

A Martial Cultivator shouted, mustering all his strength. The Softbone Powder was taking effect, draining his energy like silk threads being pulled away—subtle but rapid.

"Master, let's go with them!"

Wei Ping and Wu Hai guarded the front, Li Mo and Qin Hao flanked the sides, while Zhou Tao, Liu Fang, and others brought up the rear, rushing quickly toward the side courtyard.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Chief Tian!"

As the group moved, someone quickly noticed them—Tian Yi, who had previously fought alongside them against the Tongshantang Charity Hall.

Tian Yi didn't speak, feigning retreat while fighting, subtly gesturing for them to follow.

Under Tian Yi's cover, Hong Ming's group quickly passed through the crowd into the side courtyard.

"There are Archers here—everyone stay alert!"

Hong Ming warned. Martial Cultivators were already fighting Bailiffs and Imperial Guards in the courtyard, but the situation looked grim.

Besides being poisoned, they had to battle Bailiffs while dodging hidden arrows. Prolonging the fight would surely lead to their downfall.

Whoosh!

"Master, quickly dodge!"

Despite Tian Yi's cover, so many people suddenly appearing in the courtyard drew concentrated fire.

A cold arrow shot out like lightning, piercing the void toward Hong Ming, but Wei Ping spotted it in time to evade.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Another volley followed, carrying murderous intent as they mercilessly scattered the gathered group.

"Damn it! I'll die with you!" A Martial Cultivator roared furiously.

Deathblow Arrows pierced his body. Knowing his time was short, his suppressed rage erupted, a savage ferocity flashing in his eyes.

Slicing sounds filled the air.

The closer death came, the madder he became, his eyes burning with slaughter.

"Junior apprentice brother Qin Hao!"

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air.

Hong Ming's group turned toward the sound, only to see Qin Hao, who had been fine moments ago, now riddled with arrows like a target.

"Qin Hao!"

Hong Ming froze, pupils trembling as he cried out.

"Master, we don't have time! Let's escape first!" Wei Ping grabbed Hong Ming, pulling Li Mo and others forward.

Facing the attacking Imperial Guards, he roared: "Get lost!"

The Guards snorted, drawing their sabers—blades like dragons sweeping in all directions.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Li Mo, Wu Hai, and others rushed to support, but suddenly, cold gleams flashed before their eyes.

"Wu Hai!"

"Li Mo!"

Two arrows struck Wu Hai's back and Li Mo's arm.

The impact sent both crashing down. Li Mo gritted his teeth, rising to see an Imperial Guard swinging his saber. Liu Fang intervened just in time to save him.

But Wu Hai wasn't so lucky, cut down by a flurry of blades.

Wei Ping watched helplessly as Wu Hai was hacked to death, wanting to help but unable, his chest burning with grief and fury.

"What are you doing, Wei Ping?"

Hong Ming's strength was waning. Seeing Wei Ping charge out, his face changed drastically.

"We'll kill you all!"

Like a madman, Wei Ping attacked recklessly, his savage, unrefined techniques inflicting heavy casualties on the Imperial Guards.

This was a brutal exchange of injuries!

The frenzied Wei Ping drew the Guards' attention. Cold eyes locked onto him as they closed in.

From a distance, Hong Ming shouted: "Wei Ping, watch out!"

But Wei Ping ignored him, each strike taking a Guard's life while accumulating more wounds on his body.

When he snapped an enemy's neck, a saber pierced his torso, blood spraying like rain.

"Wei Ping!"

Seeing Wei Ping collapse, Hong Ming's heart shattered. Ignoring the storm of blades and arrows, he rushed forward.

"Master, no!"

Li Mo grabbed Hong Ming's arm, holding him back.

"Master, this isn't the time for recklessness. We must leave now!" Liu Fang panted. Though unharmed, her body grew increasingly exhausted, unable to last much longer.

Hearing their pleas, Hong Ming inhaled deeply, scanning the area before fixing his gaze on the exit. "We go!"

The battle raged on, the situation worsening.

Hong Ming's group dashed toward the exit, unaware they'd already been targeted by Archers.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As they stepped forward, multiple arrows sliced through the night air like ripples, their metallic whistles echoing as if carrying their lives toward death.

Piercing sounds!

Suddenly, three tall figures formed a human wall, landing one after another in front of Hong Ming's group.

Deathblow Arrows struck these silhouettes, taking their lives just as they had taken others'.

"It's junior apprentice brother Su!"

(End of Chapter)

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