Chapter 109: Chapter 96: The Sword Furnace Finger
The Vermilion Bird Avenue was twinkling like a sky full of stars.
Array patterns, like ancient totems, were branded on the bodies of the giants from the Leize clan, who dragged war chariots for the deities of the vast heavenly court.
This was a meticulously laid trap.
Now, the prey had arrived, the hunters were in place, and the audience had gathered.
It was about to imprison the wildness of the savage wolf, pull out its sharp fangs, and sever its lethal claws.
At some point, a window pane shimmering with array patterns had been silently pushed ajar by someone.
Two pairs of eyes appeared from within.
Both fixated unblinkingly on the situation outside.
“Zhao Rong, you’re so heavy, you’re hurting me.”
“Why do you have to complain about everything?”
“Then you go underneath, I’ll stay on top.”
“…Do you feel better now?”
“Mhm, it’s better… Zhao Rong, what’s that thing? It’s pressing against me and it hurts~”
With no other choice, Zhao Rong moved the hilt of the scholar sword that was pressing against Su Xiaoxiao’s back away from his waist, but his eyes continued to stare unblinkingly at the scene outside, at the lone wolf-like figure in the center of the street.
At this moment, inside the room, he and Su Xiaoxiao both squeezed in front of the window, observing the outside through the slit.
He leaned forward because below him was a squatting little Fox Demon…
Before this, after they left Baoyun Manor, they followed Liu Sanbian all the way here, witnessing everything that had happened not long ago.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong stood upright, his brow furrowed, and he turned to stare at a teacup full of chilled tea on a nearby table.
The surface of the water rippled silently.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes.
The attic was trembling, no, it was the earth that was shaking!
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud…
At the end of Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The black-robed elder whispered a few words to Qin Ji.
Upon hearing this, the latter chuckled and nodded his head, then glanced back.
Afterward, both men retreated to the side of the street, clearing the way at the intersection.
Thud, thud-thud, thud-thud-thud!
The sound from afar grew increasingly louder.
The tables and chairs on the street trembled slightly.
It was as if some unknown gigantic beast was charging towards them.
Closer, closer, and closer!
The gazes fiercely shot past the intersection, and a black line emerged in the distance.
That was… the Iron Cavalry!
They had already appeared before their eyes.
This was a “steel torrent.”
Divided into ten square formations, arrayed in sequence along the street, each group of one hundred Iron Cavalry formed a square, shaped like a triangle with the foremost three riders at the front.
At the end of the street, nine square formations of Iron Cavalry halted and stood their ground, waiting while maintaining distance.
But the foremost hundred Black Riders kept moving without stopping their horses’ hooves.
Straight into the heart.
The desolate sound of the horn rose.
This was… the charge!
If one were in Vermilion Bird Avenue.
They would feel the all-encompassing sound of horse’s hooves coming towards them, like the raging sea raising a devastating tidal wave.
Endless! Unstoppable!
In an instant, it could flood the vast expanse of Vermilion Bird Avenue.
Crushing everything that dared to stand in its way, twisting and turning small creatures daring to block the path of this juggernaut.
The tsunami was surging.
At this moment, in the middle of the wide street, a solitary figure stood with his hands hanging by his sides.
His gaze was fixed on the oncoming tide of black steel.
His expression calm, his eyes blood-red.
He fell silent for three breaths.
The man with blood-red eyes moved.
His right fist led in front as he assumed an ancient fist stance.
This was the Starting Position from “Mountain Carrying Volume”—the Elbow Position!
The overwhelming martial vigor of a true Martial Artist burst forth from him like the blazing sun in the sky!
Facing the steel tidal wave.
He was flesh and blood, yet also a Sixth Grade Martial Artist with vast energy!
All the tables and objects around him shivered and retreated.
And he would fight to the death, without retreating!
The granite floor turned to powder beneath his feet.
The man with blood-red eyes charged headlong into the steel tide!
To his left, countless Black Armors stood silent and unmoving.
To his right was a lone nine-foot-tall figure, also wordless.
Time seemed to slow down.
Like a silent mime show, it played out slowly.
Cold Black Armor twisted and shattered, blades and spears snapped, scattering fragments.
The three foremost riders in Black Armor broke apart like a Glazed Mirror.
The nine-foot figure slammed into the midst of the steel flood.
The blood-eyed man punched out.
Countless “fragments of the Glazed Mirror” flew into the air.
Revealing the blood-eyed man submerged within.
Shattered again by a punch.
Flesh and blood flew, shards of armor exploded.
Submerged over and over.
Punching out, one punch after another.
Li Shida, who had just used his Blackwood Token to issue an order, chuckled, hands behind his back as he looked out the window, waiting for the entertaining drama that was about to unfold.
When he saw the steel flood colliding with that lone figure, Li Shida narrowed his eyes as if he were silently admiring a masterpiece.
The elderly Array Master was a Tribute supported by the Qin family of Langxi, bought at a great price.
Having learned of Liu Sanbian’s attempt to strike at Qin Ji, he had entreated the old Array Master to come overnight to set up the Array.
Now, they had entrapped the prey.
This Liu Sanbian would not be able to break the Array and escape in a short time. He could only face the head-on charge of the Great Wei’s Imperial Army’s Iron Cavalry, freshly recalled from the frontier battlegrounds to switch guards.
It was the period when their bloodlust and martial vigor were at their peak.
Even if Liu Sanbian could pierce through these Iron Cavalry and reach Qin Ji, as long as the Array held, they could transport Qin Ji away just as they had before.
Ha, this Martial Artist now had no chance of escape. First, they would use the Iron Cavalry to wear down his spirit and energy. When his vigor depleted and he began to falter, that would be the moment of his doom.