482 One Against a Thousand! (1/2)

Yutang's Steel Cavalry was surprised, delightfully so, as they witnessed the bloody lane that stretched such a long way forward.

The red horse was charging, while the purple-robed silhouette was invincible! Everywhere they passed, rows of heads flew into the air, rolling and dripping with crimson blood. Not a single person among the hundreds and thousands of Shadow Cavalry soldiers, locked into a supposedly unbreakable defense line, were able to stop the man and his horse from massacring them in the blink of an eye.

The other party was like an incredibly sharp saber while the Shadow Cavalry was like a piece of soft butter which a knife could slice through without a shred of resistance. It was as if the carefree slice could cut from one end to another!

The leader of the Shadow Cavalry who had witnessed the scene could not help sucking in a cold breath, feeling the chill rise from the bottom of his heart and travel through his entire system. It was like an icy blade had sliced across his own neck. He asked in a barely collected manner, ”Who is this person whose presence wields such power in this world?

The group was speechless as they looked at each other. No one could answer their leader.

Even the most knowledgeable person or perhaps one with the best memory could not have connected this unstoppable warrior with even the barest hint of familiarity. Moreover, this person's image was never seen before in public!

The only recognition the Shadow Cavalry had was that of a purple silhouette mounted upon a flashing red steed.

They only saw the blink of saber light and in the next instant, their comrades succumbing in waves. They only saw the departure of the culprit at the moment of his massacre. They could not even see his face clearly!

”The person seems very young…” one of them observed faintly.

A Shadow Cavalry head had the corners of his lips twitching, his hands empty and bleeding. He felt like he was knocking on death's door. He, who had always been bold and never regarded death to be an issue, was now a mess of listless limbs. He was fortunate enough to be at the edges of the breach just now, flung away right after the saber was passed. Although he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, at the very least, he was alive.

If he had been but a little closer to the attacker just now, he who had lived for some thirty years would have been nothing more than a battered body on the ground. Although he had always claimed that he never cared about issues of life and death, he now realized that at the very juncture of it all, he was still very much fearful.

This was how the world worked. Everyone is afraid of death in one way or another. The only difference was whether or not their death was filled with resentment and regrets or in peace!

”Very young…” The leader of the Shadow Cavalry frowned. ”A formidable cultivator who is very young? Who could that be?”

Yun Yang charged through the battlefield like a loose firecracker. He did not even stop to consider if his energy and mystical Qi could sustain his exhaustion. All unnecessary things were forced out of his mind as he wholeheartedly bolted to the front. The only essential thoughts that he focused on were;

”How is Old Marshal Qiu?”

”Is he still alive?”

It was at this moment that dozens of sword light came from the other end across the sky. Yun Yang could feel the chilling intent of the sword energy. Simultaneously, there were hundreds of people who were dashing over from every direction.

”Expert!”

Yun Yang realized with a start, that although the Old Marshal obviously had Bai Yixue, a pinnacle force of in this world, to guard him, they still could not break out of the encirclement and were even in immediate danger – obviously, Dongxuan had assembled a large group of experts too!

Even though the army's combat power was not up to par, the swarming strategy could still crush them. This was an absolute ace in the hole technique used on the battlefield.

There were about seven hundred people or more who were deployed to stop Yun Yang while Bai Yixue was still being swarmed by a dense crowd. Expertly eyeballing the situation, it could be estimated that there were at least a few thousand people crying out for their blood.

Bai Yixue was slashing out madly; his sword spiraled like a dragon gone berserk. Though people were constantly being injured by his sword or even dismembered, there was an abundance of men who took the place of their fallen comrades. They were slowing down Bai Yixue as best as they could.

There was someone else who was moving forward alongside Bai Yixue. This person was tall and chic, his mannerism aristocratic; he had a square face with thick eyebrows and a lean physique. Even though he was in such an extremely aggressive battle, his actions and swordsmanship were accompanied by a calm and collected sense of ease. It was Yun Yang's convenient father – Marquis of Heavenly Clouds, Yun Xiaoyao!

As both the men worked together, their swords formed an almost solid light curtain. This radiant curtain was the vanguard, charging outwards amidst the flood of the army; anyone who came in contact with the barrier had their limbs severed while the more unfortunate soldiers were shattered completely, dying from being physically crushed by the barrier.

Behind the duo on the side were the four noble young masters from the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and the Winter Family. These four young masters were wearing military uniforms while currently wielding their swords and sabers with focused intent, following after both of the great swordsmen before them.

However, the ones who were exerting more energy than they were, of course, their team of guards; they were already huffing and puffing, exhausted to the point that even moving another step was challenging.

Seeing the purple silhouette, the four fellows were exhilarated. Despite not catching a clear glimpse of the person, they cheered loudly in unison, ”Boss! Oh, boss… Help! Ahhh…”

Before their cries even echoed in the air, they were scolded by a more delicate voice, ”What are you idiots crying out about?! How embarrassing! Calling out for like this, are you're even from the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter families!”

The four young masters were rendered speechless and looked utterly victimized.

Since they were forced to enlist, they had struggled on the brink of life and death every day. They had enough of such days; they even had to apply for leave even just to perform their ablutions. Was this how a person should live? Why can't I cry out for help now, as I'm on the brink of death! Why can't I?

However, just by looking at Ji Lingxi and Yue Rulan's deploring gazes, no one actually dared to pose the question aloud.

On the other side of them was Shangguan Lingxiu, Ji Lingxi, Yue Rulan, and their group. The three ladies led the Shangguan Family of Generals' experts and formidable generals to fight the enemy with all they could muster.