Chapter 1439 - 1436: Xiao Feng Rescued

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1436: Xiao Feng Rescued

However, just as Xiao Feng was in despair, he suddenly heard the sound of arrows. At the same time, he felt his body being lifted by someone. He opened his eyes abruptly and realized it was his nephew, Tan Batian.

He held him, swiftly dodging away.

Mo Yun and Mo Fei were quite depressed, never expecting a master to suddenly appear at such a critical moment. Clearly, the newcomer was also a Celestial Dao Seven Star master, agile and swift, no less than them.

Seeing his uncle was somewhat exhausted, Tan Batian said nothing, directly carried him on his back, and ran back with all his might.

At this moment, Mo Yun and Mo Fei sensed something was wrong and hurriedly chased after them, only to be met with a barrage of arrows; it was the archers ambushed by Ding Kong and Xiaoliu earlier.

"Retreat!"

After the arrow shooting ceased, the two ordered the soldiers to swiftly return.

Only then did Mo Yun and Mo Fei realize their mistake. They had been too focused on pursuing Xiao Feng, never expecting the enemy to seize the opportunity to attack.

"Ah, we were lured away. They risked their lives just to distract us purposely," Mo Yun said somewhat self-reproachfully.

"Hmm, big brother, let’s quickly take a look. Is our army still there?" Mo Fei said anxiously.

"No need to check. It must have been taken over. For now, let’s quickly fight our way through and rush to the last checkpoint. It might be too late if we delay,"

Mo Yun recalled the earlier situation, knowing the third checkpoint had already fallen. Now, they could only head up the mountain.

Though many enemies lay ahead, as Celestial Dao masters, they could charge straight through without much trouble, as long as they didn’t linger in battle; escaping would be easy.

After Tan Batian brought Xiao Feng back to the troop, Xiao Feng finally recovered. He wasn’t severely injured but had just been exhausted by continuous, relentless attacks, merely over-exhausting his stamina. Now after drinking some water and resting for a while, he was evidently slowly recovering.

"Uncle, how are you? Are you alright?" Tan Batian asked concernedly.

"Phew....."

Tan Batian took a deep breath and then smiled slightly, saying, "I’m fine now. I’ll be okay after resting for a while, nothing serious."

Seeing his uncle say this, Tan Batian felt much relieved. He went to the front of the troop to organize and counted the soldiers. So far, apart from those who died, the wounded soldiers, after bandaging, could also go into battle.

Now, the total force capable of fighting was roughly three hundred and fifty soldiers.

Looking at the hillside filled with corpses, Xiao Feng seemed to be transported back to those days—of marching and warfare—when young, fighting hundreds alone, yet now, he was battered by two young men and couldn’t spare a moment.

At this moment, Xiao Feng truly felt he was old; now it was the world of the younger generation.

Just as everyone was ready to set off for the last checkpoint, suddenly a group of people flew down from the canyon top. It was Mo Yun and Mo Fei with the remaining archers and stone throwers.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng hurriedly stood up. His strength had mostly recovered by now. Tan Batian also noticed the situation and, along with Xiao Feng, ready to draw his sword for battle.

The soldiers behind also prepared themselves under Ning Kong and Xiaoliu’s leadership.

"Ding Kong, Xiaoliu, later, Tan Batian and I will resist those two leaders. The rest is up to you," Xiao Feng turned and said to the two behind him.

"Yes, Captain!"

Ding Kong and Xiaoliu replied in unison.

While they were talking, the enemy had already approached. Xiao Feng and Tan Batian flew up, swinging their long swords, charging toward the two.

In an instant, the fight began again, but this time it was one-on-one, clearly with less pressure, while the enemy’s archers and stone throwers, apart from shooting and ambushes, were weak; this time they were just trying to flee with the two generals.

However, they never expected the canyon below to be crowded with people. They were stunned, but before they could react, they were already finished off by the archers commanded by Ding Kong. The remaining ones were taken down by the Assassin Group’s escort team, who charged forward and slaughtered them, after all, being outnumbered in assault, in just a few minutes, they were all wiped out.

Now, only the two generals remained, fighting against the Xiao family’s uncle and nephew. The situation instantly reversed; previously, Xiao Feng fought many, under threat from archers—but now, it was just the opposite, the enemy army few against many.

To prevent their escape, Ding Kong and Xiaoliu each led a team to the upper and lower passageways. Each station held fifteen archers on standby.

Sure enough, after Mo Yun and Mo Fei fought for a while, realizing continuing this wasn’t going to yield a result, they prepared to flee. But just as they turned, they saw a barrage of arrows flying toward them, shocking them.

Mo Yun was startled, immediately did a backflip and landed behind Xiao Feng. Mo Fei, on the other hand, dashed through the crowd.

"Big brother....."

Seeing this, Mo Fei hurriedly shouted.

"Little brother, run quickly. There are too many of them, go up and inform the brothers to prepare for defense; they absolutely cannot let them break through, protect the Young Master well."

Mo Yun shouted. He knew if Xu Shang turned back, neither could escape.

Aside from the two Celestial Dao masters comparable to them, the opponent also had a few cultivators close to Celestial Dao level, and three to four hundred Tiger and Dragon Warriors.

If they fight hard, they will all definitely die here in the end.

"Big brother... please don’t..."

Mo Fei was clearly still unwilling to leave.

"Follow my command, retreat quickly!"

Xu Gao’s voice, though shouted, carried a sense of brotherhood that made Xiao Feng hold him in reverence.

At this moment, Mo Fei turned around and charged swiftly up the mountain without looking back, shouting to vent his current sadness.

After Mo Fei left, Mo Yun prepared to fight to the death, trying to buy as much time as possible so that the troops on the mountain could get ready, and also to secure time for reinforcements.

However, Xiao Feng clearly saw through his intentions and urgently commanded, "Brothers, form up; we can’t let him stall any longer. Time is our life, understood?"

"Yes, captain."

A fervent, high-pitched response echoed through the valley.

Immediately, over three hundred men advanced together, while Xiao Feng and Tan Batian also flew forward.

Meanwhile, Ding Kong and Xiaoqi also commenced their attack.

In a moment, Mo Yun found himself powerless against such a fierce assault. Suddenly, Xiao Feng pressed a palm against Xu Gao’s back, and as he was sent flying backward, thirty archers simultaneously released their arrows.

Instantly, Mo Yun was pierced all over by sharp arrows, resembling a hedgehog.

This is the power of unity; at this moment, the soldiers had reached the peak of their battle spirit, becoming unstoppable; one dies, another steps up, demonstrating an indomitable fighting spirit that nothing can hinder.

Seeing Mo Yun covered in arrows, Xiao Feng was deeply impressed, shaking his head; this man was truly a warrior, he thought, amazed that Kuang Chenggong had gathered such committed fighters.

"Brothers, we’ve delayed enough time; I believe Captain Wu should have already occupied the summit. We’re about to merge with the Assassination Team; let’s push hard, breakthrough the final barrier, and victory will be ours. Do you have the confidence?"

Knowing this was the final battle, Xiao Feng spoke inspiring words to boost morale.

"Yes!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, clearly their morale was high.

Xiao Feng, seeing this, showed a very satisfied expression and planned to attack the summit directly.

"Brothers, are you ready? We’re about to charge up the mountain!"

Xiao Feng stood forward, speaking decisively.

"Ready!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

"Alright, let’s go."

After speaking, Xiao Feng led the group upward.

On the other side of the mountain, Wu Guangzu, Gu Yuxin, Fang Mou, Wu Mengting, and an Assassination Team member, the five hurriedly descended. Wu Guangzu realized how crucial time was for them.

Half an hour had passed since the signal was sent, and unless something unexpected happened, the enemy would arrive at the foot of the mountain in ten minutes.

Wu Guangzu assumed Xiao Feng would assign a small troop to guard the mountain’s base, but should a large enemy force arrive, they wouldn’t be able to withstand it and would have to retreat after minutes.

Thus, the five dashed down quickly, soon reaching a small forest.

Wu Guangzu knew this was the enemy’s last line of defense. Although Wu Guangzu had not participated here before, he had heard Ru Nian had previously set an ambush here, routing the enemy.

As soon as the five reached the forest, they hid by a tree trunk for cover. However, they knew that the retreating soldiers would surely have informed the leader here of the mountain’s situation, meaning they were closely watched.

To prevent a sudden attack, Wu Guangzu stood at the front, using his acute observational skills to watch everything around him.

Without Chen Tianlong around, Wu Guangzu felt somewhat anxious, worrying he couldn’t handle stronger opponents alone. Thus, Wu Guangzu still depended heavily on his junior brother, given his strength.

While contemplating, suddenly a large net came towards them. Wu Guangzu, already prepared, quickly grabbed Wu Mengting and Gu Yuxin, jumping backward to dodge it. Then he quickly swung the Blood Shadow Saber, fiercely slashing the net into fragments; this saber was as sharp as the Dragon Slayer Sword, cutting through iron like mud.

While the Dragon Slayer Sword was indestructible, incredibly hard, the Blood Shadow Saber’s trait was sharpness; it couldn’t necessarily destroy huge hard objects, which the Dragon Slayer Sword could.

Thus, each weapon had its strengths; the Dragon Slayer Sword was unmatched in hardness, while the Illusory Blade surpassed it in sharpness.

At this moment, the few who had thrown the net quickly slipped into the forest. Wu Guangzu frowned, aware they had set up an ambush, yet even if it was a dragon’s pool or tiger’s den, they had to enter, lest delay lets the reinforcements arrive, endangering the brothers at the base of the mountain.