233 A Tornado Rises (1/2)
As he began to calm down, Fang Mofei regained his composure as his will to fight burned even brighter.
The situation was clear, the disparity in power great; he believed that his young master could make the right decision – as long as the young master did not strain himself while fighting, he would not expose himself; even if Fang Mofei came to his end here, it would be worth it!
Of course – if he could bring down a few of the enemies with him, his death would be even more worthwhile!
Fang Mofei’s sword trembled as he bellowed into the sky, the volume of his voice exceptionally ferocious as it traveled through the clouds and resonated in the heavens. The sword light that erupted from his blade stretched far and long like a flowing dragon, its radiance valiant and majestic, causing the eight experts who faced him to pause momentarily.
”The fool laughs at death, but it is too bad that brute courage will only last him one fine moment. He still has to come back to his destined impasse and die!”
One of the people watching afar smirked softly.
Before his words ended, someone standing beside him chuckled. ”Such a merry fight. It’ll be a pity if he succumbs to the ambush; let me keep him company and play a good game!”
He skimmed over eight feet into the air and hovered above the battle right after finishing his words. With a shout, a long saber materialized in the air; the saber came crashing down like a hammer as the man swung it around before it thundered downward like a landslide.
Fang Mofei dared not hold back the attack, going against his enemies with all his might. It was too bad that he had just exerted his cultivation base to its limit earlier to gain a temporary edge, and temporary edge it was – useless to the battle yet expending his energy. Although it was not utterly hopeless, he had still lost the upper hand. The saber knight who joined later was better in his cultivation base compared to Fang Mofei, wisely guessing that Fang Mofei had already exhausted his current resources and went right after him.
How could Fang Mofei defend himself?
With a clear clack, Fang Mofei’s sword broke as he spat out blood, staggering backward. As he stumbled, a strike of a blade landed on his shoulders and a palm struck his back. If he had not pushed on, he would have collapsed on the spot.
Fang Mofei was still as composed but he could already feel his insides churning as his cultivation skill dispersed. Yet the only thought he had in his head was – ”Young master, don’t you dare appear!”
Please never ever appear!
Leave quickly!
When it was close to impossible for Fang Mofei to deflect any more attacks, a wind blew suddenly around the Residence of Yang. Gravel and dust were whisked into the air and two of the archers on the tree were blown clean off the branches.
It was only within a moment that the strong wind billowing through the site turned into a tornado that headed straight towards Yang Botao like a furious dragon.
Someone in the crowd involuntarily exclaimed, ”It this Supreme Wind?”
Yang Botao and his company glared daggers at the fellow who spoke, wanting nothing but to slash him into pieces!
The tornado licked the ground as it came surging forward; two eerie-looking elders beside Yang Botao wore plain smirks as they took a step forward to block the wind like two hefty mountains.
With a loud boom, the surge of wind turned its trail towards the sky, as helpless as a torrent that crashed into two mountains.
Both elders’ cultivation base and capabilities were obviously far exceeding everyone else’s there; they struck swiftly and in unison. Even when the tidal wind was mighty, it could not break through the defenses formed by these two men.
The gust of wind that changed its direction was not stopping, however, only whisking in more gravel and grass. For a moment, it was pitch black; then, a ray of flame kindled, burning brightly within the battle circle.
Yang Botao’s men were elites indeed. There was no hesitation as they took the change in their stride. A loud bang that blew open a large pit on the ground saw everyone working together to extinguish the fire that seemed to only grow stronger.
The wind rose once more like a raging dragon that was flying into the fray; there was a vague silhouette of a man that could be seen engulfed in the center when a composed voice spoke, ”Yang Botao! You, as an authoritative general of the empire, are not thinking about requiting the country but instead conspired with the enemies to harm my Nine Supremes brothers – your sin is unforgivable! Today is but a slight penalty. If you dare commit the same sin again, you shall be executed without mercy!”
The voice was drawn out, sounding far yet close to everyone within the area that they could hear him clearly.
The wind finally vanished.
A large pit made its appearance in the Residence of Yang’s land while the masked man in black who sustained severe injuries could no longer be found.
The two elders beside Yang Botao were gone as well, giving chase to the attackers but it was uncertain if they could catch up with them.
Yang Botao looked calm as ever but within his eyes, fury brimmed.
A good amount of archers perched around the walls were currently dumbfounded. Perplexed gazes came from every direction possible to land upon Yang Botao.
The voice earlier… was it really the long-absent Lord Supreme Wind?
Were the words true?