Chapter 1157 – How Deep Is the Deep, Deep Courtyard (1/2)
Chapter 1157 – How Deep Is the Deep, Deep Courtyard
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Gao Huan turned to the carriage in front of the tent, and the carriage abruptly exploded.
It wasn't because he had such a powerful gaze.
In a cloud of wooden shards and dust, the Qiushan clan head slashed with his sword.
He was a peak Star Condensation expert and the sword was the Dragonscale that Qiushan Jun had insisted he bring, a divine artifact in the upper ranks of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
The cold and bleak sword glow slashed at the roof of the tent, but with a slight shift of Gao Huan's figure, he appeared on the ground.
His expression had not changed, and he did not attack the Qiushan clan head.
He had been imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss for seven hundred years, unable to see the sun, the Moon, or the stars. He was very unfamiliar with this world and its experts.
He only knew how to divide the people he saw into two categories: those he recognized and those he didn't.
Old acquaintances of his who, like him, had managed to live for so many years, were naturally worthy of his vigilance, but anyone else was not worth his energy.
The Qiushan clan head was not ashamed to see his sword miss, nor was he angry. He simply retreated back into the dust.
Pop. A middle-aged man who looked like a servant had stepped on a small wine pot made of copper.
At this exact moment, the middle-aged man's fist appeared in front of Gao Huan.
Gao Huan appeared somewhat surprised, this fist causing him to react somewhat.
With another pop, three cracks appeared on the ground that he was standing on.
At this exact moment, his hand gripped the fist.
The middle-aged man was the Qiushan clan's Guardian, his cultivation only half a step from the Divine. But the fist that he had launched with all his power had been easily caught by Gao Huan's hand.
This gap in cultivation realms could never be overcome by courage or schemes.
The Qiushan clan Guardian's face paled and his eyes seemed to blaze with golden fire. He hissed and swiftly began to retreat.
Several dozen white eddies appeared in the air, releasing deafening explosions.
The Qiushan clan Guardian groaned as he crashed through a supply wagon. He landed several hundred zhang away, his clothes covered in blood and countless bones broken in his body.
Gao Huan drew back his hand and looked at a carriage even farther in front of him.
Just like a certain logistics officer, the human soldiers had always thought that the Qiushan clan head and Guardian were the strongest members of this convoy.
Gao Huan did not think so.
His gaze had never been on this tent, or on the carriage of the Qiushan clan, but on this particular carriage.
He felt like the true commander of this convoy was in this carriage.
As long as he could kill the people in this carriage, he could succeed in this raid.
This was the conclusion he had obtained after his long observation on the mountain.
Following Gao Huan's gaze, ten-some demon experts left their parties and attacked the carriage.
The air howled as the demon experts dropped like stones from the sky.
If no one stopped them, anyone in the carriage, no matter who they were, would be smashed into a pulp.
At this moment, a cold and anguished zither strummed inside the carriage.
The zither note traveled from the ground to the sky. Though it wasn't very loud, it had a huge range.
The armor of the demon experts became covered in cracks from which smoke seeped out.
In the end, the trajectories of their descents were altered. They did not strike the carriage, instead landing around it.
The ground quaked as the black soil surged into the air like a grandiose waterfall in reverse.
A blind zither player hugging an ancient zither walked out of the carriage.
He tilted his head and listened to his surroundings, his right hand occasionally plucking the strings of the zither.
White and sharp streams of energy left the strings and assaulted the demon experts. Falling leaves seemed to fill the sky.
The ten-some demon experts howled and charged toward the carriage.
For the blind zither player alone to stop so many demon experts was truly rather difficult, but there were still other people inside.
The carriage did not look very large, so no one could have expected it to contain so many people.
Seven peddlers, six government laborers, three fortune-tellers, two sesame-candy-selling elders and one girl in the market for cosmetic powder were inside.
Several profound streams of heavenly energy engulfed the surrounding plains and fell on the bodies of the demon experts.
Several chains flew through the air, leaving behind trails of blood and fire as they wrapped around the necks and shoulders of those demon experts.
Before all this, an array formed with a sand table was already protecting the carriage.
Gao Huan slightly arched his brows.
He had not expected the Human race to have so many experts.
An innocent smile appeared on his face.
With so many human experts, it was worth his effort this time.
Dull and tasteless rain dropped once more from the sky, washing away those unfathomable streams of heavenly energy and destroying that array in its descent.
The Wenshui Tang clan's Fivekind Man had abnormally solemn expressions, and the blind zither player moved his fingers even faster along the strings.
This young demon expert really did have an unfathomable cultivation. Without any movement, he had broken through their perimeter defenses.
With a flick of Gao Huan's fingers, he jolted away two cudgels. His gaze descended, severing a chain, and he appeared in front of the carriage.
He wanted to tear open the curtain and see who was inside.
The zither strummed like a blaring horn and a zither string that gave off an aura of blood and iron blocked his path.
This was also fine.
Of the human experts, this blind zither player naturally had to be the strongest.
Gao Huan did not mind focusing his efforts on killing him.
A faint black mist emerged from between his fingers. No matter how strong the winds on the plains were, they could not disperse this mist.
The zither string began to visibly wither, and then it snapped, all its vigor leaving it.
Blood trickled down from the zither player's lips as he retreated to the carriage.
Gao Huan had no intention of letting him live. He slapped his palm at the air.
The twilight suddenly dimmed as night seemed to fall. A massive palm, pitch-black and unreal, dropped down from the sky and toward the carriage.
One of the zither strings had snapped, and although there were still several more intact, they could no longer produce any noise, as the blind zither player had not regained his breath.
Who would block this massive palm?
The carriage window suddenly shattered as two black objects flew out.
Both were black, but it was different from the black of the massive palm which gave off a feeling of terror and oppression. These two black objects gave off an aura of pure dignity.