Chapter 491 - 291: Siege

Chapter 491: Chapter 291: Siege

The battlefield was split into four fronts. Qiu Wudao was on the western front, Zhan Wuxing was on the eastern front, and the Cyan Cloud Sect was in the north. The people from Cang City, as well as Leng Wuque and Li Ye, remained in hiding, having only sent out a number of combatants comparable to the other three fronts.

Now, without a doubt, Su Xing prioritized helping the western and eastern fronts. These two battlefields were the most critical.

Thus, Su Xing’s gaze immediately fell upon the western front, where Qiu Wudao was leading the Extraordinary Beings from Modu in a bloody battle. Though they had yet to suffer any casualties, if the fighting continued, deaths would be inevitable.

After all, their leader, Qiu Wudao, already bore wounds visible to the naked eye.

The webbing between Qiu Wudao’s thumb and forefinger had split open, and blood trickled down the shaft of the Profound Iron Spear in his hand, dripping onto the battle-scarred earth.

A wound on his right leg, deep enough to expose the shinbone, gushed blood. He had been slashed by some unknown assailant while clashing with an enemy Tier Seven Transcendent. The cruelty of the battlefield rarely came from one’s direct opponent.

Not far away, an Extraordinary Being who had followed Qiu Wudao to Cang City became the first casualty on this front. His power wasn’t particularly great, but he had volunteered for the rescue mission because he knew Zhang Wen and Zhao Wu.

His head was pinned to a rock by a blade. The weapon was so sharp it had only left a single gash, not shattering his skull.

The man responsible for this gruesome scene, however, was standing aside, letting out a wicked "JYEH JYEH JYEH" cackle. A nameless rage flared in Qiu Wudao at the sound. With a casual hurl, his spear shot out like a missile, impaling the enemy and pinning him to another rock. He couldn’t be more dead.

"Heh heh. To think you have the spare attention to deal with others while fighting me."

As the laughter faded, Qiu Wudao shot out his right hand, attempting to recall his spear as he retreated explosively.

The air above him was suddenly split as if by an invisible object, creating a shockwave that spiraled outward.

The upper half of the Bronze Sword Scabbard was the first thing to appear. Wreathed in a crimson aura, it slammed into the ground, and spiderweb cracks instantly shot out in all directions.

The warriors near Qiu Wudao, friend and foe alike, were all caught in the blast. They didn’t even have time to scream before being riddled with holes by the flying shrapnel, turning them into human sieves.

"You madman!"

Qiu Wudao cursed.

He, Qiu Wudao, had seen plenty of ruthless people, but he had rarely seen someone this vicious. ’To kill your own men without so much as a glance... he’s a complete psychopath.’

"Hm?"

The man who had landed glanced at Qiu Wudao, the corners of his mouth pulling into an exaggerated smile. He spoke, still grinning.

"The famous Qiu Wudao has a soft heart after all? Oh dear, did you think I was too cruel?"

"Don’t worry, I can be much crueler!"

The instant he finished speaking, twelve longswords materialized at his sides, letting out a piercing, sharp hum.

"Fall back!"

Qiu Wudao bellowed. His reaction was incredibly fast. The moment his opponent’s underhanded attack began, Qiu Wudao’s spear was already sweeping out like a manifesting white dragon.

Wherever the spear passed, the incoming longswords were sent flying back. Several enemies were even impaled through the heart by the deflected blades, dying on the spot.

"Hah. You’re a bit more interesting than I thought."

He narrowed his eyes, as if finally taking stock of Qiu Wudao’s true strength. But just as he prepared to go all-out and finish him off, a voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Qiu Wudao, I’m here to help."

Su Xing called out. It was only as he said the name that he realized how strange it was. ’It must be some kind of title,’ he thought.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Minister Su, you couldn’t have come at a better time! Brothers, follow Old Chou! Let’s slaughter them! Leave no one standing!"

Qiu Wudao roared with excitement.

Su Xing lightly tapped his right foot on the scorched ground, and cracks spiderwebbed outward. The Sparrow Sword at his side let out a cry like that of a rising phoenix. In the distance, the flying swords Qiu Wudao had sent scattering had now returned to their master.

’But he could clearly feel something was different about his swords. They seemed to be trembling... in fear. He felt his control over them weakening, something he had never experienced before.’

His brow furrowed deeply. But before he had time to ponder the reason, the Sparrow Sword shot out.

The Sparrow Sword split the air, creating a sound like a high-pitched tear.

The first strike: The Sparrow Sword cleaved through the air and space between them, and layers of spatial fragments spread out like shattering glass.

The second strike: It shattered every flying sword that rushed to intercept it. The swords exploded like fireworks, scattering as motes of fire before raining down upon the earth as fragments.

The third strike: The Sparrow Sword instantly pierced his heart. His eyes bulged as intense pain overwhelmed his consciousness. He couldn’t understand. ’I’ve only been on the field for a few seconds. Why was I instantly killed by this man who appeared from nowhere?’