Chapter - 348 Broken Marriage of the Purple Dress King (11) (1/2)
Zhang Wuji turned his attention to the two Beggar Clan's Elders; Ji Zhanglao was short and plump, with a red face, reminding him of a village butcher. Zheng Zhanglao was tall and skinny, with an ashen look, a perfect picture of a beggar. Both men carried eight cloth sacks on their back. The other man standing afar looked about thirty years of age; he also wore a beggar clothes, but his clothes was neat and clean. Surprisingly he also carried eight cloth sacks on his back. For someone his age to achieve an eight-bag elder position of the Beggar Clan was extremely rare. Suddenly that man opened his mouth, ”Jin Hua Popo, you said you were not going to help Xie Xun, but in the end you are helping him. Aren't you ashamed?”
Jin Hua Popo coldly said, ”Are you also a Beggar Clan's Elder, Sire? Please forgive this Old Granny's faulty vision for not recognizing you.”
”I joined the Beggar Clan not too long ago, no wonder Popo did not know,” that man replied, ”My surname is Chen, given name Youliang.”
”Chen Youliang? Chen Youliang?” Jin Hua Popo muttered, ”I have never heard that name.”
Suddenly a cry was heard as Zheng Zhanglao's left arm was hit by Xie Xun. The three Beggar Clan disciples who were standing on the side immediately charged forward with their unsheathed weapons. These three's martial art skills were inferior to Ji and Zheng, two Elders; normally they would only be in the Elders' way, but since Xie Xun became blind, he had never fought with anybody, so his battle experience was lacking. Today was the first time he fought powerful enemies. Amidst the sound of fists and kicks were the sounds of the weapons; these mixtures of noises made him difficult to distinguish the enemies' positions. In a moment his shoulder was hit by a fist.
Seeing the critical situation, Zhang Wuji was about to make his move, but Zhao Min said in a low voice, ”Certainly Jin Hua Popo would help?” Zhang Wuji halted his steps; he looked at Jin Hua Popo, and saw that she was leaning on her stick with cold smile on her face, without giving any sign that she was going to help.
By that time Xie Xun's left leg was kicked heavily by Zheng Zhanglao. Xie Xun staggered, he nearly fell down. Zhang Wuji had already prepared seven small pebbles in his hand; by now he could not wait any longer, his right hand moved, the seven pebbles flew toward the five people surrounding Xie Xun. But before the pebbles hit their targets, a black light flashed; 'swish!' three weapons were cut down. Among the five people, four were cut off right on their chests, becoming eight pieces, which scattered to all directions, falling off the hill. Only Zheng Zhanglao survived with his right arm cut off, but his back was hit by the two pebbles Zhang Wuji shot; he fell on the ground. The four of the slain people's back were also hit by the pebbles, only the Saber cut them off first before the pebbles arrived. This time Zhang Wuji's action was actually unnecessary.
This incident happened so fast that everybody was startled. They saw Xie Xun's hand was holding a deep black saber, precisely what was known as 'wu lin zhi zun' [the most revered in the Wulin (martial art) world], the Tulong Saber [Dragon-slaying Saber]. He held the Saber horizontally across his chest, standing on the peak of the hill, his power and prestige made people shiver, he looked just like a deity.
Zhang Wuji had seen this Saber since he was little, yet he had never expected its sharpness to have such an overwhelming power as demonstrated just now. Jin Hua Popo muttered, ”'Wu lin zhi zun, bao dao tu long'! [the most revered in the Wulin world, precious saber slaying the dragon] 'Wu lin zhi zun, bao dao tu long'!”
Losing his arm, Zheng Zhanglao screamed in pain just like a pig getting slaughtered. Chen Youliang pale faced, he said in a loud voice, ”Xie Daxia's [great hero Xie's] martial art is unparalleled, my utmost admiration! I ask you to let this Zheng Zhanglao go down the hill. Let me trade my life with his. Xie Daxia, please make your move!”
His speech made everybody's countenance change; they had not expected this person's 'yi qi' [spirit of loyalty and self-sacrifice/code of brotherhood] to be this deep. Zhang Wuji could not help but feel quite respectful towards him.