Chapter 149: Heaven’s Will Divine Blade Shows Its Power

The massive ice chamber had now descended into chaotic melee.

Yun Ruo and the others, relying on their hand crossbows, could temporarily avoid direct confrontation with the enemy.

So when Yang Ling’s flying dagger shot out, they immediately noticed it.

When they saw the struck person frozen into an ice sculpture, everyone collectively gasped.

“What kind of flying dagger technique is this!?”

A flicker of terror passed through Li Huaiyi’s eyes.

Could it be that Chief Constable Yang had never shown his true abilities from start to finish?

Was this flying dagger technique his real trump card!?

“Heaven’s Will Divine Blade, how could you possibly learn Heaven’s Will Divine Blade!”

Nangong Yue was now somewhat unhinged, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Yang Ling, like a lion whose cub had been killed.

“Heaven’s Will Divine Blade!?”

The Fourth Prince was somewhat startled.

He too had obtained the manual for Heaven’s Will Divine Blade.

But he couldn’t even get started with it!

As far as he knew, ever since the Ironclad Department acquired this Heaven’s Will Divine Blade manual, over a dozen transcendent beings of exceptional status had tried their hand at it.

Yet they were all just like him—unable to make any headway!

And now, some lowly Seventh-Rank Ironclad Constable had actually learned it?

Yang Ling’s face remained expressionless, unaffected by the other man’s emotions.

His figure moved like a ghost, constantly dodging and weaving under the boost of Ethereal Steps.

At the same time, his perception locked firmly onto Nangong Yue.

This time, he didn’t throw all eight flying daggers at once.

Instead, he threw them one by one.

Each flying dagger he unleashed consumed 3 points of Vital Qi!

This was the cost of the exclusive skill, Ice Blade.

Yang Ling himself had 300 points of Vital Qi, far surpassing ordinary martial artists of the same rank.

So such a drain was negligible to him, well within acceptable limits.

Yang Ling’s flying daggers were incredibly cunning. Under his terrifying perception, he could find the perfect moment with every throw.

Nangong Yue was slightly startled, forced to keep retreating and dodging through prediction.

Yet the flying dagger didn’t land on him at all—instead, it deeply embedded itself in the brow of a nearby Seventh-Rank Rong Tribe spy!

The man’s burly frame trembled, and his corpse was instantly transformed into an ice sculpture.

Yang Ling struck like lightning, continuing to his next target.

The flying dagger in his hand had unknowingly become a massive killing weapon, suppressing nearly a hundred Seventh-Rank experts.

Logically, the Ironclad Department side should have been at a disadvantage.

But with this development, they suddenly found themselves in the driver’s seat.

“Charge! Coordinate with Chief Constable Yang!”

The Fourth Prince barked coldly.

Seeing this, Yun Ruo and the other Ironclad Constables immediately drew their blades and charged forward.

Though the hand crossbows were handy, loading each bolt took time.

What they needed to do now was cover Yang Ling and drive the enemy out of this cave!

The Fourth Prince once again aimed at Nangong Yue and fired an arrow.

The Divine Crossbow’s power was enormous.

The arrow let out a terrifying whistle.

Nangong Yue had already retreated behind the crowd, so this arrow didn’t kill him—but it did claim the lives of five or six Seventh-Rank spies.

The passage was too narrow, and the Divine Crossbow’s penetration was incredibly fearsome.

Here, it displayed several times its usual advantage!

“Retreat!”

Seeing such massive losses on his side in such a short time, Nangong Yue, no matter how unwilling, could only order a withdrawal.

…

“Retreat!?”

A cold glint flashed in Yang Ling’s eyes.

This time, it wasn’t a case of “don’t pursue a routed enemy”!

He wanted them all to stay here.

The Rong tribe had made him their primary target, which both shocked and enraged him.

He kept following behind this group of Rong tribe spies, occasionally throwing out a flying dagger.

Each time, it killed a Rong tribe spy.

Even if these Seventh-Rank experts used Vital Qi to protect their bodies, it proved fragile and weak beneath Heaven’s Will Divine Blade.

The main reason was that the moment their skin was cut by a flying dagger, they were instantly frozen in place.

At that point, Yun Ruo and the others could easily finish them off with an arrow.

Some Rong tribe spies tried to ambush Yang Ling halfway, only to find that the distance between him and them always remained within a safe range.

Moreover, the cave was brightly lit, with practically nowhere to hide.

This forced them to keep retreating in a miserable panic.

And during this time, the Frost Force Bear also inflicted heavy damage on them.

At least two or three martial artists were crushed to death by the Frost Force Bear!

Time ticked by, little by little.

Nangong Yue finally burst out of the cave, but when he turned his head to look, his eyes nearly split with rage!

Of his hundred-plus brothers, only a dozen or so had scrambled out with him in a sorry state.

“Boss, what do we do!”

“Run! Water Qilin Cave is huge. As long as we escape, they won’t find us for a short while!”

“Our mission has already failed, so let’s just kill enough to make it worthwhile!”

Nangong Yue roared harshly, “Next, our targets aren’t just Ironclad Department’s Yang Ling. All Zhao State martial artists are our tar—”

He sensed something and immediately sidestepped.

The next moment, over a dozen flying daggers pierced through the air!

Nangong Yue let out a furious roar, a faint golden light shimmering across his skin.

Ironclad Divine Armor Sutra!

Clang-clang-clang-clang!

The dozen flying daggers struck his body, producing the sound of metal clashing!

Without another word, Nangong Yue turned and bolted toward the vast white snow at an astonishing speed!

His back had already been pierced by the flying daggers.

Though the killing power had been largely neutralized by his Ironclad Divine Armor Sutra, the bone-chilling cold that had burrowed into his body caused his Vital Qi to plummet continuously.

Only by running—running far, far away—would he have a chance to survive!

Screams kept ringing out behind him.

Nangong Yue never looked back, even at the cost of his life.

He knew he had lost this time.

Lost thoroughly! Lost because he had been too confident that his hundred-man force could crush the enemy!

“No need to chase. Nangong Yue won’t stir up any trouble.”

The Fourth Prince came to Yang Ling’s side and said in a low voice.

Yang Ling looked at his now-empty belt and his nearly depleted Vital Qi, then nodded slightly.

The flying daggers were used up, and his Vital Qi was almost gone as well.

“Ironclad Divine Armor Sutra, heh. A mere Seventh-Rank Ironclad, and he cultivated the Ironclad Divine Armor Sutra.”

“It seems someone in the Ironclad Department has been backing him.”

The Fourth Prince said with a sardonic smile, “After we leave this time, I’ll take the lead in launching a thorough investigation of this matter.

Now that we know Nangong Yue is a spy, following his trail will surely root out a whole bunch of rotten elements.”

Yun Ruo and Li Huaiyi’s expressions were grave.

Even they had never been granted the Ironclad Divine Armor Sutra.

Who would have thought that this internal cultivation technique could be learned by a spy?

“Of the people Nangong Yue brought this time, only a few survivors remain; the rest are all dead.

If he hadn’t cultivated the Ironclad Divine Armor Sutra, and if he didn’t have a Seventh-Rank Ironclad protecting him, he would have died by your hand this time.”

The Fourth Prince looked at Yang Ling and said solemnly,

“Chief Constable Yang, you’ve accomplished a monumental feat this time.”

The Ironclad Constables present were still shaken, and the way they looked at Yang Ling now was no longer simple respect.

It was reverence!

Also a Seventh-Rank, Yang Ling alone had butchered dozens of Seventh-Rank experts from the Rong tribe!

Such skill was truly hair-raising!

“Do we have any losses?”

The Fourth Prince suddenly asked.

Yun Ruo replied, “Most have minor injuries, but nothing serious.”

“Good. Clean up the scene, and simultaneously interrogate the surviving captives.”

The Fourth Prince gave the order.

He paused, then looked around curiously, spotting a massive figure disappearing into the wind and snow:

“The Frost Force Bear got away… no matter. The Frost Mushroom can’t run.”

“Yang Ling, this item is yours.”