692 The Assassins’ Breakout! (1/2)
A series of rumbles rang across the battlefield unceasingly as the murderous auras between the high-level practitioners clashed full-force, with no one being exempted. Suddenly, a loud crash erupted out of nowhere. There was a possibility that the excessive pressure and repercussions of the ongoing onslaught were too much for the ground to bear, for, without warning, the ground split open, resulting in a dark, bottomless crack which spanned a few feet wide and a hundred feet long.
The sudden appearance of this large crack seemed too close for comfort, happening in a totally unexpected manner. The gaping hole caused the people who were in its vicinity to suddenly feel like they were stepping on nothing but air as they fell. Many were pushed and squashed by others as they staggered; in a flurry of confusing commotion, they plummeted like a bunch of dumplings thrown into a pot.
At the very next moment, however, not a single person from both sides attempted to lend a hand. Instead— they revealed their numerous concealed weapons such as hidden arrows and darts.
Although the results of the battle were pretty clear and the martial forces clearly had the odds in their favor, vanquishing one's opponent at the earliest time possible will always be the number one policy in combat. Everybody participated in this despicable act, delivering deadly blows to the fallen ones before them for good measure, despite the fact that there were men of their own - if not the enemy - among the fallen. There was even a so-called saying that encouraged the murder of the masses than to allow a single escape - as long as you are not the one that was caught in the act, why should you worry about the life and death of others? Strictly speaking, there was an indefinite possibility that one's own comrade might turn out to be a foe of the future – one less man was never a loss!
This crack was the catalyst that worsened the situation even further. The beast in the man and his darkest sides were entirely unleashed at this very moment.
With that, countless wails and curses could be heard from the distant end below.
However, they lasted only for a short while before the scene turned completely silent. After all, countless men had joined in the efforts of exchanging blows – how would there be any who were lucky enough to survive this?
In a battle like this, the life of a man truly seemed unusually small – worthless and insignificant.
The next unforeseeable event came right after that, almost immediately. A beam from a sword flashed in the surrounding enclosure suddenly as it swirled and propelled itself into the skies like a dragon twirling manically within the clouds. Followed by a sudden rumble, the beam transformed into a dazzling, colorful light-dragon a few feet thick. It turned and twisted, diving mercilessly from the skies at full speed.
There was no clear difference between comrade or foe wherever it passed. Blood and flesh splattered all the same - everything before one's eyes was painted red.
It attacked in an undiscriminating manner!
Within the crowd, someone roared in fury, ”Wang Jianfei, you're insane!”
The platen-like beam had no intention of stopping. It whizzed through the throng of people in a manic dash, slaughtering at least a hundred men, killing whoever it grazed. The dazzling, lustrous beam accumulated the aura from slaughtering those hundred men in one consecutive blow, filling its reserves to the absolute maximum. This culminated in a loud bang as it plunged into the assassins' forces with a powerful crash.
”Hand over the treasure map!”
A sudden, loud boom came from the boundless beam of the sword. The power contained within was earth-shattering – it could be said that it was the strongest ever in history!
Hen Bieli bellowed, ”Kill him!”
Thirty or more assassins of the Dao realm reacted immediately, directing their attention towards the dazzling beam!
These were the men who had initially prioritized their own safety; they had yet to unleash their full potential prior to this. The instant eruption of power - especially since it was released in a collective manner - was truly a sight to behold as physical light showered down like a waterfall. Akin to a downpour that seemed to flood an entire human realm, the collective, sharp beams accumulated from countless swords destroyed the incoming beam with just one overwhelming blow!
Following the united retaliation by the top assassins as they struck collectively, a blood-curdling howl could be heard from within the glow. A pair of legs propelled through the air first, followed closely by a pair of arms; a disembodied head then spun through the air, an expression of unspeakable ruthlessness still etched upon its face.
Clearly, this person did not expect to be eliminated the instant he showed his face.
Amongst the crowd, those who knew him let out a stream of endless sighs.
Wang Jianfei, The Mad Dragon Swordsman, was an incredibly skillful and reputable practitioner in the martial world. His cultivation base had reached such an otherworldly state - one much higher than the Dao realm. Throughout his life living in the martial world, rarely did he find a man that was his equal in power. His name even appeared in the previous list of Tianxuan's most controversial swordsmen, occupying the sixth place!
Yes, sixth on the list, which was also Bai Yixue's current ranking – perhaps one could even say he was Bai Yixue's predecessor!
However, he was the real deal, having earned his formidable reputation from winning numerous battles with his high-level cultivation base. He was true to his name, as opposed to a certain person who made it into the ranks just because he was fortunate enough to survive a fight against Jun Moyan. To sum it up, this fellow was one hell of a ruthless character indeed!