Chapter 154: Chapter 144: Lethal Ambush from the Oriole Behind!

For a moment, the scene was like hell on earth!

As for Uncle Fu, his frail body stood there as firm as a mountain—a veritable God of Slaughter on the battlefield!

The smile was still frozen on the face of the Steward who had just spoken up. In the span of a single breath, the squad of archers had been nearly wiped out!

A foul stench rose from him, followed by the incessant chattering of his teeth. The man couldn’t even utter a single word as he stared at Uncle Fu in absolute horror.

Uncle Fu shot him a single glance. That gaze, so full of killing intent it was almost tangible, instantly caused the man to spit up a mouthful of blood and collapse limply to the ground. He had been scared to death!

The remaining archers at the back were already scared witless!

Even the Demon Sword Master, who was hiding behind a tree ready to watch the show, was shocked beyond belief! He finally understood why this old man, who was clearly not as powerful as himself, had been able to contend with him for so long and even make him feel uncomfortable.

’It’s killing intent! The kind of fierce, all-pervasive killing intent that comes from slaughtering thousands upon thousands of people!’

’This is a huge contrast to Disciples of a super-sect like me. How many people have I killed? Maybe not even fifty in my entire life. But that man... he’s a God of Slaughter!’

’Originally, I was just going to watch the show. It would’ve been even better if that old guy got killed by a stray arrow! Though the chances of that are slim. Killing a Demon Sword Master with just bows and crossbows? Unless you’re in a wide-open field with a thousand archers firing in volleys, it might be possible. Otherwise, trying to shoot down a High-tier Martial Artist who can fly for short periods is nothing but a fool’s dream!’

’But I still don’t want to help. I know that old guy got hurt fighting me. It would be for the best if his injuries got even worse!’

’Anyway, this has nothing to do with me. As long as I protect Little Junior Sister and make sure she’s safe, that’s all that matters.’

Just then, the other squad of archers remembered to flee. Suddenly, another volley of arrows whistled through the air.

"AHH!"

The screams rang out again. In the distance, five hundred elite, armored soldiers charged over like madmen, accompanied by the shrill cries of the clown!

While charging at full speed, the five hundred men fired, killing all two hundred-plus archers!

"Young Master, Ling Wu has arrived late! I am willing to accept punishment!"

Over on the side, Uncle Fu could finally no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he was immediately caught by two members of the Tiger Roar Assault Team.

Ling Wu, sweating profusely and with a look of shame on his face, fell to his knees before Ling Xiao with a THUD.

"Have someone take Uncle Fu back!"

Ling Xiao pulled Ling Wu to his feet. His handsome face was twisted with a savage expression, and his eyes burned with a raging fire. "Let’s go," he said in a low voice. "Time for revenge!"

Then, he turned to the Demon Sword Master and ordered, "You’re coming with me. You’ll be my hired muscle!"

Beneath his black mask, the Demon Sword Master’s face was ashen. He felt a bit dazed. ’This isn’t a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy before me, but an incredibly mature old fox! He’s obviously weak—at least, compared to me—yet he somehow managed to grab us by our Achilles’ heel! This helpless frustration is enough to make me spit blood!’

’The plan seemed perfect. I would tie up the Demon Sword Master at Ling Xiao’s side, and the remaining four Mad Sword Masters would be more than enough to capture Ling Xiao. Because no matter how much of a genius someone is, it’s impossible to defeat four Mad Sword Masters just six months after breaking through one’s Celestial Vein!’

’Who knew reality would be so cruel, slapping us so hard across the face. Not only is this boy freakishly strong—he cut down two Mad Sword Masters the moment he attacked—but that First Rank Demon Sword Master, who’s clearly weaker than me, was able to erupt with an aura that even I was wary of when he fought for his life, completely tying me down.’

’But the most unexpected part was that Feng Ling was also subdued. That’s the Sect Leader’s precious daughter! A Sixth Rank Mad Swordsman who has mastered the Lower Tier of the Saint Level sword skill, "Death God’s Call"! Just a moment ago, I was afraid Miss Feng Ling would lose her temper. If she’d killed the boy with a single slash, it could have brought huge trouble upon us. We don’t care about the Ling Family or the Lanyue Empire. But if the master behind Ling Xiao found out he was killed and, in a fit of rage, tracked it back to us, our losses would be catastrophic! Even though that possibility was slim, people like us are always exceedingly cautious.’

’But I never expected this boy could also unleash a sword skill so similar to Little Junior Sister’s Death God’s Call. That dazzling flash of light made my pupils contract involuntarily. I couldn’t help but wonder: if I were his opponent and he used that on me by surprise, what would I do? The conclusion was terrifying: even I would be forced to instinctively shut my eyes!’

’When experts cross blades, victory and defeat are often decided in a single instant!’

’Besides, when ranks are similar, victory and defeat are hard to predict. If higher-ranked fighters could always beat lower-ranked ones, then there would be no such thing as upsets in this world!’

’It’s just... the difference in ranks here is far too great.’

"Ling’Er, don’t worry. I will come back to get you as soon as possible. Rest assured, he’s a person of status. He won’t make things difficult for a young girl like you!" The Demon Sword Master sheathed his Crimson Treasure Sword, his sharp gaze fixed on Ling Xiao. "Am I right?"

Ling Xiao’s eyes, however, were fixed on his sword. This startled the Demon Sword Master, who instinctively tightened his grip on its hilt. He immediately felt a surge of anger. ’I’m a dignified Demon Sword Master! How could I be afraid of a wet-behind-the-ears brat like him!’