novelraw Chapter 351 - 110: Meddling (Part 4)
Chapter 351 - 110: Meddling (Part 4)
And the power of the Sword Evil is formidable. Even a Martial Artist, once struck by it, faces near-certain death.
"Clang clang clang..."
"Thud!"
"Ah..."
"Boom!"
The moment the battle began, it escalated to its most brutal phase. In just a few moments, several bodies lay on the ground.
Chen Jiuniang wielded her long sword, Sword Qi sweeping across, determined to endure a few harsh hits to slay her opponent — such decisiveness was awe-inspiring.
"Rustle..."
The leaves in the forest shook, as figures rushed from afar.
"Brother Qiu."
"I’m here to help you!"
A man charged forward with a long spear, a cold gleam at its tip, thrusting like a dragon’s head to pierce Uncle Zheng’s chest.
"Buzz..."
The long spear quivered, and its shaft bent, unable to penetrate the skin.
"Bang!"
The shaft, bent to the limit, rebounded violently, and the force burst out, causing both to stagger back.
"Good grief!"
The newcomer widened his eyes, shouting:
"What kind of freak is this?"
"Be careful." Boss Qiu, sweating profusely, said:
"This person seems to have cultivated the legendary Giant Spirit Divine Skill. Don’t fight him head-on. Focus on capturing Chen Jiuniang."
"Yes!"
The newcomer responded, but before he could change his tactics, dense fog suddenly rose around, covering the area in the blink of an eye.
An array?
"Watch out!" Boss Qiu’s heart tightened as he warned:
"There’s a Mage ambushed nearby!"
......
Not far away.
Fang Zheng formed a seal with his fingers, driving the Eight Trigrams Qimen Array, and immediately sensed something amiss, letting out a muffled grunt.
This array is formidable.
But now its range is too large.
At least four Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artists, along with Minor Circulation Martial Artists, Blood Swapping Martial Artists, and even a Mage were trapped within.
The auras of these people were like furnaces of varying sizes. As soon as they were enveloped by the array, they instinctively resisted.
Which means...
It was as if he was single-handedly suppressing many Martial Artists.
Having never done this before, he had not anticipated such a situation. His True Qi surged out uncontrollably, like a dam burst.
"Xiang Xiu!"
"Here."
"Go rescue them."
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he formed a spell:
"I can’t hold on much longer."
He shouted and activated the Spirit Talisman next to him, casting it into the array.
Red Flame Sword Light Talisman!
"Swish!"
The crimson Sword Qi materialized out of thin air, a sword light over a zhang long darting around within the array’s range like a living creature.
Wherever it passed, even the Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artists had to avoid its edge.
For a moment, everyone was too concerned with their own safety to notice Xiang Xiu sneaking in.
Fortunately, Fang Zheng had no intention of taking lives, merely controlling the Sword Qi to temporarily trap people, and even dealt a heavy blow to that exotic beast.
Without injuring the beast, he wouldn’t have been confident of taking anyone away.
Moments later.
The array dissipated.
Boss Qiu and the others exchanged glances, then commanded in a low voice:
"Chase!"
......
"Swish!"
"Swish swish!"
Figures flickered, darting through the forest.
"Young Master Fang."
Chen Jiuniang, her breath weak, managed a respectful salute despite her difficulty:
"Thank you very much!"
She didn’t know how Fang Zheng had found her, nor did she care to. She only knew that without him, she wouldn’t have survived today.
"No need."
Fang Zheng’s voice was indifferent:
"Just give me the reward you promised, Miss Chen."
"Jiu Niang." Uncle Zheng asked gruffly:
"Who is he?"
"A friend." Chen Jiuniang’s beautiful eyes flickered:
"Young Master Fang, the item isn’t on me. It might take some time."
"Where is it?" Fang Zheng wasn’t surprised, responding:
"Let’s go get it now."
"Now?"
Chen Jiuniang was taken aback, looking down at her own condition.
These past few days, she had been in constant battles, and just now had exchanged injuries to save her life. Her current injuries were severe, and she could barely exert thirty percent of her strength.
She immediately said:
"It’s probably not convenient right now."
"It’s quite convenient." Fang Zheng looked at the severely injured Chen Jiuniang and the weak Uncle Zheng, hinting:
"Just tell me the place. Leave the rest to me."
"Hmm?"
He frowned slightly, glanced back, and then stopped:
"Someone’s catching up. You go ahead."
"Yes."
Xiang Xiu acknowledged, continuing his body technique and gesturing for the two to follow him.
The three proceeded for a while before stopping at a small boat near the riverbank. Xiang Xiu took some food from the boat and tossed it to them.
"Have a bite to eat first, and wait for the young master’s return."
"Brother." Chen Jiuniang’s eyes gleamed, asking:
"As far as I know, the pursuers are quite formidable. Is Young Master Fang really capable of stopping them alone? Aren’t you worried?"
"Worry?" Xiang Xiu chuckled, shaking his head:
"Rest assured, I might not know the extent of our young master’s strength, but I know he’ll be fine."
"Is that so?"
Chen Jiuniang raised an eyebrow, thoughtful.
The Fang Zheng she knew was from years ago, back when he was just a Blood Swapping Martial Artist, nothing remarkable about him.
But now...
She feared she had underestimated him back then!