32 Assaul (2/2)
Three decapitated heads hit the ground and bounced up a couple inches, staining the ground with spots of blood, before rolling away in a random pattern.
A shadow on the ground quickly enlarged as Hartley dropped from the sky and hit the ground like a mortar round........ Boom!..... sand and dust flew upwards, chips of rocks went flying away in every direction.
When the swirling dust settled and visibility cleared, Hartley was crouched with his empty left hand flat on the floor, his right hand extended straight to the side with a long silver blade reflecting the thin slivers of blue light in the approaching dawn.
The youth lifted his head to look straight ahead with shining blue eyes. It was a heroic pose which frightened the bandits as they rang out the alarm in panic.
Blue streaks of lights flashed as Hartley ran into the crowd of unorganized bandits using his star feet movement technique pushing it to the limit, this was an opportunity to try and push this technique to max level, blue sparks exploded from under Hartley's feet when it hit the ground, imprinting deep footprints, scattering dust and dirt in his wake.
A red short sword appeared in his left hand as he proceeded to chop these mostly houtian realm bandits like vegetables, blood splashed in all directions and limbs went flying in the screaming chaos.
The bandits who thought they were smart decided to jump ship ran towards the slope leading out of the valley where they were greeted by the sinister face of Lou Ang.
With a brown glow covering his body from neck to toes, both of his fist extended to twice the normal size with a layer earth essence, the vicious man punched people to bits with a sadistic glee as they exploded into blood mist.
Lou Rylai was in a staggered position a hundred meters to his left cleaning up the stragglers with a pair of daggers. Swish! every time she slashed out her dagger a bandit head would fly away. The soil in the valley had its fill, fertilized with blood as the bandits bawled with grim faces of desperation.....
Then pandemonium struck.! A piece of the large wooden structure in the middle of the valley exploded with a bang! producing a flash of orange and yellow flames. The shock-wave swept the horror stricken bandits off their feet. In desperation they tried to surrender and were met by the sharp edges of cold blades.
Two xiantians in the smaller isolated structure had nonchalant looks on their faces, the bandits outside were expendable and they had already served their purpose, in fact the death squad outside were doing them a favor by taking those bandits off the wage bill.
A 3rd layer xiantian with earth element, who had a head full of white hair, a full white beard and a handle bar mustache, had a twisted cigar leaned at one side of his lips, wisps of bluish white smoke rose upwards from it as he stepped into a little room at the back.
He opened a trap door on the floor and made his way down a small set of steps underground into a cavern like space. At the far end of the cavern like space, sat a middle aged man in black robes, he was cross legged in cultivation.
In front of him there was a T shaped cross with a flimsy looking merchant tied to it, he was hollering in pain as wisps of black smoke-like tentacles were dragging his soul from his body, half of his soul was exposed to the naked eye while in the clutches of the black tentacles. If one looked closely they would notice that the merchant's body was not making a single sound it was his exposed soul screaming in terror
The middle aged man opened his eyes with an annoyed look showing black pupils and black sclera, without looking back he said ”hold them off, I need more time”