682 Without A Miss (1/2)

The Steel Cavalry general who had spoken out was taken aback. He hoarsely uttered, ”Then… my three brothers…”

Yun Xiaoyao heaved a long sigh. He did not say anything further but everyone understood what he meant. Many Steel Cavalrymen abruptly fell silent, tears stinging their eyes. Men did not cry easily, but the comradeship and kinship created from the battlefield would always easily evoke hot tears from these men.

The Steel Cavalry general then continued with a sob. ”Then… my three brothers… I – we… are there still…”

”Yes,” Yun Xiaoyao answered in a tone filled with irrepressible anguish.

The general was infuriated. ”Who? Who else?”

His sharp gaze washed over everyone's faces.

Yun Xiaoyao sighed and took two steps forward to approach the general, saying softly, ”It's…”

Even as he spoke, Yun Xiaoyao was already extending his arm to choke the general while his other arm descended in a swift strike; he continued in anger. ”It's you!”

With a muted crack, the general's shoulder was entirely shattered by Yun Xiaoyao's strike; even his chest had collapsed inwards. It had never crossed his mind that he could still be recognized, with his excellent disguise and poignant emotions. He was so confident in his disguise that he did not put up the slightest bit of defense against the sudden attack.

His eyes widened in disbelief when they rested on Yun Xiaoyao, his words struggling to leave his mouth. ”You – You… How… You…”

Profound resentment flashed in Yun Xiaoyao's eyes as he replied, ”How can such a bastard like you be able to replicate even the tiniest bit of the kinship among the Steel Cavalry? You did not think about seeking revenge for your brothers, you did not ask where your brothers' remains are. You only care about finding out about the spies – what do you take the Steel Cavalry for? ”

The accused man's gaze was unfocused as he murmured, ”So… I see…”

”Where are our men?” Yun Xiaoyao was harsh in his questioning.

The man chuckled in despair and said, ”Unexpected… so unexpected that I, the Thousand Illusory Scholar… will succumb here…”

His already unfocused gaze looked towards Yun Xiaoyao with a slight hint of mockery; he spoke with a sneer, ”Your men… do you still have to ask?”

Yun Xiaoyao shouted in rage and struck the Thousand Illusory Scholar's head; dashing it into pieces with a fierce palm strike.

More than fifty men of the Steel Cavalry around the pair witnessed the scene with glazed eyes, rage and anguish painting their faces.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

The golden shimmers flashed again. This time, there were five of those sparks, targeted directly at five people among the crowd. As the five targeted men saw the gold flicker flashing towards them, they roared and without hesitation, sprung up to flee. They were already exposed; if they waited any longer, there would only be death to welcome them.

It came as a surprise when these five people froze in midair, just as they sprung up. It was as if someone had tied a rope to their legs and were pulling them back harshly.

Fang Mofei, who was equipped with an earlier experience, was prepared. With a jerk, the sword in his hands showed its amazing capabilities again. Sword light crackled like thunderbolts, raining down, and five heads fell to the ground, almost in unison.