Chapter 864: Land Incarnation! (1/2)
Yuric stared at Whack, intending to unsheathe his sword as his right hand held the hilt. He had only unsheathed it halfway when a hilt hit the back of his hand, stopping him from fully unsheathing his sword. The speed and expertise behind the action shocked him for a moment as Yuric lifted his head, staring at the greatsword Whack held.
Whack used its hilt to stop Yuric from fully unsheathing his sword.
”Fine.” Not even a second had passed as Yuric's right leg shot forth, arcing as it aimed to hit Whack's head. Unfortunately for him, it didn't land on the target, being stopped by Hack instead. He had only used one hand to stop Yuric's attack.
”Being arrogant always leads to an early demise,” Hack cackled as he said, hastily increasing the strength in his hand as his fingers dug into Yuric's leg, drawing out some blood.
”My turn.” Whack laughed, sending a straight punch right at Yuric's face, noticing that his attack only hit the air. Yuric made use of Hack's hold over his leg to lift his body up and twist himself, using the spin to unsheathe his sword and slash out at Whack.
”You're quite strong,” Whack mocked, using his gauntlet to shield himself from the sword slash. ”But that's all.”
Hack soon opened his mouth and spat out a fireball that slammed into Yuric, throwing his body back. Hack didn't let go of his hold over Yuric's leg, watching the fireball push his upper body forward, causing slight strain in his joints as the impact stretched him.
Not long after, he then spat out another fireball towards Yuric when Whack swung his greatsword, severing Yuric's right leg. The momentum from the fireball impact sent him flying for more than 10 meters, resulting in Yuric's body being charred black.
”And with that...” Whack smirked. ”Your strongest fighter just died. He wasn't anything special, just like everyone that died to date.”
He then directed his gaze towards Hwalian before taunting him. ”Aren't you the second strongest in this caravan? Fight me if you dare.”
Hwalian stared at him without responding, slowly unsheathing his blade. He then entered a battle-ready stance.
”That's it?” Krune was shocked, wondering if he had missed something. Yuric went down way too fast. Krune was unable to detect any signs of life in Yuric's charred corpse. He frowned, inquiring Xula, ”What…just happened?”
Xula didn't reply to him, gazing at the Boss Bandit before them—Zuna. She stared at her as her eyes widened in shock, though it soon morphed into that of sadness as she muttered, ”…Zuna.”
”It's a surprise seeing you here, Xula.” Zuna smiled, a stark contrast from Xula. She motioned for her followers to begin attacking. Followed by raucous cheers, the 400 bandits behind her rushed towards the caravan members, immediately engaging in a fight.
”Why…did you leave our clan?” Xula frowned as she asked. ”You were close to becoming an immortal.”
The two tall ladies faced each other. The emotions between them were quite complicated. Zuna sighed as she replied, ”The clan elders were pressuring me too much. I didn't have confidence in surviving the heavenly tribulation. I just…had too many lingering attachments. Plus, I wasn't well-prepared yet.”
”But...” Xula shouted in response, ”You were at the peak of the Nascent God Stage. Even if you didn't become an immortal, you were still a powerhouse. Why leave your authority and enter this place? You can no longer be one of the strong now even if you leave this place.”
”I don't have a plan to leave this place, though,” Zuna smiled as she responded. ”Even powerful immortals are no different from us here.”
”Also…” Her eyes emitted tremendous hatred as she continued, ”I've killed quite a few immortals that our clan revered. Without their cultivation, they aren't anything impressive. They're just fat pigs that have consumed a country's worth of resources to get to that point.”
Zuna took a quick glance at the group behind Xula, saying after a light sigh, ”Just leave this place. Your caravan doesn't have enough strength to face us. I promise we won't pursue you.”
Xula hesitated for a bit, taking a quick look at the ongoing fight behind her as she noticed the caravan members putting up an even fight against the bandits. There didn't seem to be much of a difference between the two parties.
Then again, as long as nothing changed, the situation would become worse for the caravan members. After all, they only numbered 500, while the two bandit groups consisted of 700 cultivators. This difference was enough to grind away at them.
As Xula pondered over her decision, a blade flew towards her. Just when it was about to slam into her, a shield blocked it as Krune shouted, ”Don't you notice? She's been lying to you all this time!”
Xula's eyes widened as she gazed at Zuna, surprised to notice her expression of ridicule. ”You…were lying?”
”I didn't lie, to be honest with you,” Zuna inched closer, pulling out a hammer from her storage ring, ”Though I wasn't telling you the entire truth either.”