Chapter 59 (1/2)

Because the five swords were many swords as one, within the Chao Mansion’s courtyard the rain had become indescribably more restless. Seeming as though the night sky had yet another intangible sun, the rain near the rain-listening pavilion unexpectedly began changing to white mist at high speed.

Seeming as though the many were one sword, but in fact it stored countless numbers of the human world’s utmost sharpest swords. Chao XiaoShu’s ma.s.sive psyche followed his gaze to the inside of the rain listening pavilion, making that thin blue steel sword stab at high speeds towards that copper bowl, then retreat at lightning speeds, then at an even faster speed stab again. Within an instant it unexpectedly struck continuously several hundred times!

Sword strikes faster than a woodp.e.c.k.e.r pecking a tree by innumerable multiples extremely terrifyingly struck the copper bowl in the central position, making dudududu sounds. Because of the high frequency of the sword strikes, in between sound after sound, simply nothing could be heard interrupting, such that the people in the courtyard could only hear one prolonged tight striking sound!

“He also can’t do it! Get in close and kill him!”

The leader of the Tang troops saw Chao XiaoShu sitting cross-legged in the rain, noticing that his face was becoming more and more pale. With a stern shout, in the moment none of these soldiers needed any discipline or glory to support their actions – they were very clear that they absolutely had to immediately kill Chao XiaoShu, or if they waited till those swords broke open the copper bowl, killing that ascetic monk from Yue Lun Kingdom, they would then have no chance of killing their opponent, or more accurately said, they would also die.

A thick rain of crossbow bolts again shot out, and tens of swift and fierce objects again came attacking. This time the elite Tang troops seemed even more resolute and absolutely even more valiant, because this absolute fort.i.tude and valiance was forced out by desperation.

They still hadn’t been able to get close to Chao XiaoShu’s body and kill this Great Sword Master of a fearsome realm, because in front of Chao XiaoShu always stood a youth.

Ning Que moved incessantly in the rain-soaked limestone tiles, not at all alert and seemingly especially heavily. Each time his boots struck the ground there was a splash of water, and each time there was a spray of water, his blade’s edge would reap one of the soldiers of the elite Tang troops.

Chao XiaoShu sat cross-legged in the forceful rain, which was the same as completely entrusting his life to him, so from beginning to end he guarded Chao XiaoShu’s front and back, using that plain blade in his hands turning it into a net of a path of death in front of him.

The right elbow bent, and the blade sank deeply into a Tang troop’s knee. Ning Que didn’t have time to pull out the blade, and his right foot shot out like a stone flying out, mercilessly kicking the b.a.l.l.s of a Tang soldier. Immediately grabbing onto the slender blade’s handle with his two hands in a spin, the blade’s edge from below rose upwards, cutting open the belly of a third Tang soldier. Another valiant shadow pounced over, half squatting on the floor, his waist spun, with a merciless stroke with a single hand wielding the blade, the blade’s s.h.i.+ne split, slicing unknown numbers of calves.

The black mask had long been soaked by the rain, and the breath pa.s.sing through carried a bit of moisture, but the eyes exposed outside of the mask were as calm as before. Almost as though they appeared a bit numb, his movements were the utmost simple, but the effect of his lethal wounds were exceptionally horrifying. The blade before him, those brave elite Tang soldiers were like blocks of wood, unceasingly being chopped and kicked over.

No matter how dense the bolt rain was, how cold the blades were, throughout he stood in front of Chao XiaoShu, without retreating one step! Even if his shoulders were sc.r.a.ped by the bolts, even if his legs were slashed up by the edges of blades, he didn’t retreat half a step!

From within the rain-listening pavilion came an extremely ma.s.sive hard to bear sound, like a metal pot being smashed by someone with a brick – the copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk finally was shattered into pieces by thousands of swords!

The bamboo rain hat on top of the ascetic monk’s head followed the copper bowl splitting at the very same moment – on his dark face flashed an expression of absolution, and his hand seals again changed. The prayer beads always protecting him all around stopped spinning, suddenly changing into a black flood serpent – making swis.h.i.+ng sounds, it coiled around the thin blue steel sword just about to directly attack it to make the sword’s force into a meal.

Chao XiaoShu silently looked inside of the pavilion. With his right hand at his side exposed from his sleeve he acc.u.mulated a strand of water, holding up a handful of rainwater he sprinkled it in front of him, and that thin blue steel sword within the rain-listening pavilion followed this motion. Suddenly it began to hum vibrating, like a real dragon about to break through the clouds, dauntlessly and unstoppably das.h.i.+ng forward!

Soybean-sized raindrops fell onto the limestone tiles, making a light pa pa sound; new branches torn off by the wind made a light pa pa sound; within the rain-listening pavilion made a light pa pa sound, and those ironwood prayer beads enveloping the blue steel sword were split, broken in all directions!

The ascetic monk bitterly smiled and closed both eyes – the blue steel sword howled pa.s.sing through the hundred plus ironwood prayer beads in the air of the pavilion, deeply stabbing into the center of his dark brow. Blood slowly oozed out, and the bitter smile froze as thus.

Beyond Chao Mansion’s gate, Ning Que saw the enemies not far away, slowly pulling out his blade from a Tang soldier’s chest.

Dadadada, the broken prayer beads struck onto the beads, onto the walls, then fell onto the wooden boards.

The elite Tang troops still living saw the slight smile of the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the pounding rain, saw the mysterious masked youth holding a blade and standing in the pounding rain, and their hearts were full of the feeling of despair.

From an alley came the sound of a carriage.

Chao XiaoShu’s brow slowly went upwards.