Chapter - 212 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (8) (1/2)
Zhang Wuji could not bear to watch. ”Let us go,” he said to Zhu'er. Reaching out, he unsealed her acupoints. Who would have thought that after massaging her back and waist for awhile, Zhu'er still felt numb and aching because her acupoints were still sealed. Only then did they realize the profoundness of Miejue Shitai's internal energy. She only touched lightly, yet her strength penetrated deep into the blood passages. Although Zhang Wuji possessed enough strength and knowledge to unseal the acupoints, he could not do that in such a short period of time.
Zhang Wuji sighed. When he turned his head, he saw all the weapons of the dozens of Rui Jin Flag people were broken. In one hand, these people were surrounded by the Kunlun, Huashan and Kongtong disciples, on the other hand, they were unwilling to run away; thereupon they fought Emei disciples with their bare hands.
Although Miejue Shitai abhorred the Devil Cult, with her status as the Sect Leader of a major sect, she did not want to use a weapon to massacre unarmed enemies. With an outstretched left hand finger, she floated everywhere like a passing cloud or flowing water. In a short moment, the various acupoints of fifty plus Rui Jin Flag people were sealed. They stood upright on the spot, unable to move at all.
Witnessing Miejue Shitai's superior skill like this, the spectators all cheered. It was now daybreak. Suddenly they realized that the Heavenly Eagle Cult's three groups of riders slowly closing in from the east, south and north directions. The riders stopped when they were about several dozen of 'zhang' away from these people. Apparently they assumed a wait-and-see attitude from some distance away and did not wish to challenge the enemy right away.
”Ahniu Ge,” Zhu'er said, ”Let's leave quickly. It would be a lot worse if we fall into the hands of the Heavenly Eagle Cult.”
Zhang Wuji had an inexplicable affection toward the Heavenly Eagle Cult in his heart. It was his mother's sect. When he thought about his mother, oftentimes he also thought, ”Mother has died, I can't see her anymore; I wonder if I can see Waigong [maternal grandfather] and Jiujiu [maternal uncle]?” Now that the Heavenly Eagle Cult people were nearby, he wondered if his grandfather or his uncle was among them; therefore, he did not want to leave too soon.
Song Qingshu stepped forward to talk to Miejue Shitai. ”Qianbei, we'd better execute the Rui Jin Flag before dealing with the Heavenly Eagle Cult, so that we will have one less thing to worry.” Miejue Shitai nodded.
The early morning sun slowly rose from the east. Its hazy ray shone on Miejue Shitai's big and tall figure, leaving a long shadow on the ground. Within the imposing image she projected, there was a cold and lonely, yet frightening emotion. In her desire to break the Devil Cult's spirit, she did not want to kill them with a sword just like that.
In a stern voice she said, ”Devil Cult people, listen up: whoever wants to live only needs to beg for mercy, then you'll be free to go.”
Her words were met with silence. After half a day, a series of incessant ha-ha, hey-hey, hee-hee laughter was heard; the Ming Cult people broke out in laughter, the sound was loud and clear.
”What's so funny?” Miejue Shitai indignantly asked.
In a loud and clear voice the Rui Jin Flag's Vice Flag Leader Wu Jingcao responded, ”We have made an oath to live and die together with Zhuang Dage. Just kill us quickly.”
”Humph,” Miejue Shitai snorted, ”Very well! You still want to be heroes and warriors in a time like this! You wish for a quick and painless death? Not that easy!” Her sword vibrated lightly and immediately cut Wu Jingcao's right arm.
Wu Jingcao laughed out loud, his expression remained calm and composed. ”The Ming Cult enforces justice on behalf of Heaven, provides relief to the people, there is no difference between life and death. Old Thief Nun wants us to kneel down and surrender, I suggest you get rid of that desire at the earliest opportunity.”
Miejue Shitai was even more furious. 'Shua! Shua! Shua!' three times, she chopped the next three Cult disciples' arms. To the fifth man she asked, ”Are you going to beg for mercy?”
”Eat your own stinky old nun dog fart!” the man cursed.