Chapter 82 - 71: I Want to Command All the Troops in the World!

Chapter 82: Chapter 71: I Want to Command All the Troops in the World!

"Little bastard! I gave you a chance to live, and you didn’t even cherish it!"

Meng Xian’s eyes were filled with venomous resentment. As he spoke, the Short Sword hidden in his sleeve suddenly struck out. "Do you think that just because I’m injured, I can be slain by a measly Qi Storage Martial Artist like you? You underestimate me far too much!"

Even if his strength was ordinary for an Outer Gang cultivator, he had still reached the Peak of Outer Gang! And no matter how formidable Zheng Jun’s Martial Arts talent was, he was still just in the Qi Storage stage. The gap between Qi Storage and Outer Gang was like an insurmountable chasm!

Meng Xian certainly didn’t believe that Zheng Jun could slay him. At most, he would just suffer a few more cuts. He was supremely confident he could kill Zheng Jun!

"Since you’ve taken the initiative to throw your life away, I’ll kill you first. Then, once I’ve rested and recovered for a while, I’ll go kill Gu Chengqi!"

Meng Xian’s gaze was ferocious, veins bulging on his face. The Short Sword from his sleeve, carrying a surging aura, violently thrust toward Zheng Jun. This surging Sword Qi was like a giant blood-red deer crashing fiercely toward Zheng Jun, possessing an extraordinary momentum.

Meanwhile, Zheng Jun gripped his Beirong Saber tightly. His clear, contrasting eyes revealed a look of pleasant surprise, and he grew visibly excited.

The Sword Qi was very strong and surging. However, it was a far cry from the Sword Gang that had forced him back with a single strike earlier!

It seemed that after being successively worn down by the Commander from the Garrison Command and the Dark Guard, Meng Xian didn’t have much True Qi left to use. As a result, he couldn’t even unleash his proud Sword Gang with the same formidable power as before.

True Qi poured into the Beirong Saber. Facing the charging Meng Xian, Zheng Jun swung straight at him!

"You dare to face me head-on with just your meager skills?!" Meng Xian shouted angrily in a cold voice. The Short Sword followed his will, charging toward Zheng Jun as the giant blood-red deer seemingly roared across heaven and earth.

"Hmph!"

Zheng Jun sneered repeatedly. Just as Meng Xian was brimming with confidence, Zheng Jun didn’t hesitate. Within his Dantian, the Broken Jade Skill activated. Broken Jade True Qi, unleash!

Along with the circulation of the Broken Jade True Qi, Zheng Jun’s Beirong Saber was immediately coated in a layer of jade-like radiance. The saber light cascaded down like shattered jade.

Empowered by the Broken Jade True Qi, the Wave-Treading Blade Intent seemed to undergo a qualitative change at this moment. The Flood Dragon, originally amidst towering waves, was now wreathed in an emerald-green glow. The saber light almost formed a complete circle, continuously spreading outward!

SWISH!

The surrounding trees and bushes were all caught in the saber’s edge, slashed apart one by one. Like a rising dragon, the snow-white saber light surged upward from below, cleanly severing the oncoming blood-red deer!

Meng Xian’s pupils shrank sharply. Immediately after, the sound of rending metal rang out—the Short Sword that had accompanied him for so long snapped in half.

Air currents swept out, the saber wind piercing to the bone. The hand Meng Xian used to wield the Short Sword was instantly covered in blood as the violent saber wind fully enveloped his palm. He felt his flesh and skin being torn apart, and a second later, half of his palm fell directly onto the ground.

Blood spurted wildly, and a few more streaks of red stained Zheng Jun’s Beirong Saber.

"You... what Saber Technique is this?!"

The agony of his severed palm made Meng Xian gasp sharply. He retreated rapidly. At the severed surface of his hand, countless blood threads converged, stopping the bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye. He never expected his hand to be chopped off.

"How could the Wave-Treading Saber have such might?!" Meng Xian hissed in a low voice. As he thought about it carefully, he suddenly raised his head, a look of deep madness surfacing on his face. He roared at Zheng Jun, "No, no! This is the Broken Jade Skill! You’re actually a remnant of Southern Chu!"

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

Zheng Jun sneered. Without hesitation, he stepped forward again. The Beirong Saber in his hand erupted with violent tyranny, and his Broken Jade True Qi surged out wildly without any restraint. "Magistrate Meng, only today have I finally been able to go all out. Even I didn’t know how terrifying I could be at full strength. Prepare to die!"

Hearing Zheng Jun’s words, Meng Xian nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How terrifying can you be?" Meng Xian thought furiously. "No matter how terrifying you are, you’re still just in the Qi Storage Realm! If I weren’t severely injured, would a guy like you even be fit to play the fool in front of me?!"

His lungs were about to explode from anger. However, since talking was useless right now, he could only retreat swiftly, his face pale as Gang Qi spilled from his body in all directions.

"What should I do?" he wondered in despair. "There are enemies in front and behind. This guy also knows the Broken Jade Skill and can use Broken Jade True Qi. Could it be that I am destined to die here today?"

His only hope was that another Outer Gang Demon Fiend would descend from Black Mountain to protect him. But obviously, that was highly unlikely. That Toad Demon Fiend usually stayed not far from the county town, and he had helped cover its tracks, which was why it had arrived in time to save him. Where would a second Outer Gang Demon Fiend coming down the mountain even come from? Outer Gang cultivators and demons weren’t a dime a dozen, after all.

While retreating, Meng Xian directly extended his other hand. His five fingers shifted, and he unleashed a thunderous Palm Technique straight at Zheng Jun. As this Palm Technique appeared, Zheng Jun’s saber wind surged. Facing the palm strike, he swung the Beirong Saber in a horizontal Slash!

THUD!

A low, muffled thud echoed once more. The Gang Qi wind carried by the Palm Technique was directly shattered by the long saber. Zheng Jun pursued relentlessly, delivering a Slash right at Meng Xian!

SLASH!

The sound of flesh tearing echoed as blood spurted out again. Half of Meng Xian’s arm was lopped off by Zheng Jun.

"Ah!"

With a miserable scream, Meng Xian tumbled to the ground in a sorry state. Then, he thrust out his right hand, striking directly with his severed palm. The howling palm wind struck Zheng Jun head-on!