67: Chapter 67: Massacre!

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Wang Meng's figure descended into the crowd like a falling star, beginning a frenzied slaughter as if a tiger had entered a flock of sheep!

The surrounding Dao Soldiers swarmed up... their long spears woven into a net, yet Wang Meng brought his hammer down with a fierce strike.

He snapped the long spears in the hands of a dozen bandit Dao Soldiers!

The purple-gold hammer tore through the sky, shattering the skull of a Dao Soldier with brutal force!

Scarlet rage burned in his eyes... he tilted his head and roared!

Seeing this, Black Wolf couldn't help but be terrified to the core; he hurriedly leaped down from the city wall... rushing towards Wang Meng, attempting to plug this gap!

But... it was too late!

The rolling yellow sand came rushing towards them, followed by two hundred fully armed, armored First-grade Dao Soldiers led by a tattooed Dao Soldier, who charged fiercely into the Black Fiend Bandits!

Roars.

Blood... rolling Evil Qi swirled in the air.

Then it suddenly descended into the bodies of the Rakshasa Dao Soldiers!

Slaughter... everywhere one looked, there was only slaughter!

The Black Fiend Bandits originally had over five hundred men, with dozens of Dao Soldiers... later, with Young Master Huo Chen's sponsorship, their forces reached about a thousand... besides these, there were some elderly, weak, women, and children, which were not counted for now!

Previously, Black Dog had led men to Fengxiang Town to carry out the Huo Family's mission, but they were struck down by Shen Yi's troops... resulting in two or three hundred casualties.

Among them were quite a few elites.

At the moment, there were over two hundred men stationed in another stronghold... counting this camp, the total number was roughly over five hundred.

These five hundred men, if riding horses on a plain, might have been able to inflict casualties on the Rakshasa Dao Soldiers.

But clearly... they could not unleash their full power in such a cramped environment!

Furthermore... Shen Yi had territory, had copper coins, had the rakshasa statue, and had this lingyuan rice to support his Dao Soldiers, while the Black Fiend Bandits had only eaten a full meal for a few days?

How could they compare?

The food they plundered was only enough to keep the Dao Soldiers' Physical Body from breaking down.

As for becoming stronger... they were far from it!

That was why Black Wolf had taken the initiative to lean towards the Huo Family, with the goal of finding himself a backer.

To act as a black glove... and plan slowly!

It was just a pity that this plan only succeeded halfway!

Seeing this, Black Eagle also leaped down from the city wall... feeling somewhat hesitant.

In his heart, he naturally had his own calculations; like Black Wolf, he was also cultivating and seeking a backer.

Seeing this now... he felt he had a chance to escape, but the opportunity was fleeting.

If he left, he would be displaced again in the future... he had had enough of such days!

Just then, Young Master Huo Chen's face darkened.

He spoke coldly.

"I possess a Daoist Magic that can summon several Puppets!"

"And entangle this brute who has just stepped into the Second-Rank Dao Soldier Realm!"

"Once the Daoist Magic gathers, killing these people will not be a problem!"

"By then... you can join my ranks!"

"One must look at the master before beating a dog; to kill my subordinates right in front of me, what unmitigated gall!"

Hearing this, Black Eagle no longer hesitated. He let out a long whistle, outlined his technique, and rushed towards Wang Meng!

But as his figure fell into mid-air... an arrow pierced through the wind, heading straight for the center of his brow!

A hint of fear flashed in Black Eagle's eyes, as if he had made a decision. He took a deep breath...

Suddenly, Demonic Qi rolled across his body... dense feathers sprouted from his arms on both sides.

Then, he flapped his wings, and a gust of Demonic Qi whistled through the air.

He actually blew the arrow away...

Half of his face was covered in feathers; looking at it, it was extremely terrifying.

Wang Meng was fighting fiercely, and seeing this, he laughed savagely.

"What a beast..."

"You are the true mongrel, aren't you!"

Everyone looked over, their eyes filled with horror!

In the Jing Dynasty, besides using Spiritual Qi, Spiritual Vein, and cultivation, one could also use rare treasures of heaven and earth, Medicinal Pill... or even Yao Beast inner cores to cultivate!

And Black Eagle cultivated using a Yao Beast inner core... because he was a Loose Cultivator, too poor to afford Spirit Stone, unable to use Spiritual Vein, and had never even seen rare treasures of heaven and earth or Spirit Pill.

And at this time... he heard rumors that there was Spiritual Qi hidden within the Yao Beast inner cores... which could be absorbed for cultivation!

But... within the inner core, there was more Demonic Qi.

Yet he had no choice...

This was the fate of a Loose Cultivator!

Black Eagle's eyes were cold as he took a deep breath.

He swung his arms, and countless feathers transformed into sharp blades, their surfaces covered with a layer of stone-like color.

They looked like sharp Ore.

Then... they poured down densely!

Young Master Huo Chen couldn't help but laugh loudly at this.

"What a Yao Race Divine Ability... I didn't expect you to have such capability!"

"I acknowledge you!"

The dense stone feathers shot into the ground... the back of a Rakshasa Guard's neck was hit and pierced... he fell forward, kneeling on the ground!

Casualties... had appeared!

But the appearance of casualties did not make the Rakshasa Guard fearful of the battle; instead, it made them even more fanatical...

A wave of stone arrow rain fell, killing several people.

A dozen were lightly injured.

Several were seriously injured.

This Black Eagle wanted to repeat his trick... but a bowstring twanged as Zhou Xian let loose an arrow!!!!

At the same time, Di the Charcoal freed up his hands, disengaged from the battle, and maneuvering nimbly... he actually leaped into mid-air.

The Black Killing Saber's edge was sharp... coated in Evil Qi, it sounded as if ghosts were crying and wolves were howling!

Black Eagle subconsciously twisted his body, dodging the arrow sideways, but before he could react again, a strange poison dart followed closely behind!

He had no time to defend... and was struck!

"Damn it!"

Paralysis surged forth!

But before he could react, Di the Charcoal had already arrived before him!

Black Eagle's face was filled with horror... a pale yellow light suddenly appeared in his hand; he wanted to cast a Daoist Magic!

But Di the Charcoal was faster... he slashed his long saber.

Only a tearing sound was heard.

Black Eagle's arm was suddenly severed.

Blood sprayed out.

His whole body fell along the ground, like a kite with a broken string!

The Rakshasa Guard had long been waiting... and cleared a gap.

Dust splashed everywhere!

Black Eagle roared... trying to control his clumsy left hand to cast a spell.

But to his surprise, in the next second, a dozen long sabers coated in Evil Qi slashed down!

Instantly, he was torn limb from limb!

[Black Eagle! Dead!]

This scene entered Black Wolf's eyes... as a Second-Rank martial artist, watching his life's work being slaughtered blade by blade.

He had already gone mad...

One must know, it had taken him over a decade to build this foundation, and only then did he gain a foothold in this Jing Dynasty where aristocratic families caused chaos and Immortal Dynasty officials ran rampant!

Now, he only needed to cling to the Huo Family, and everything would have a prospect and a future.

Falling in this place, only he knew how much unwillingness was in his heart!

But no amount of unwillingness was of any use.

In the one-on-one fight, Wang Meng, relying on One Against a Thousand and the same Second-Rank Dao Soldier Realm, suppressed this Black Wolf!

Amidst roars, Black Wolf's arms were smashed into a pulp of flesh and mud.

His entire Physical Body and bones were shattered.

The martial artist's tenacious vitality prevented him from dying so easily... his eyes were full of malice.

"I am not reconciled... I am not reconciled..."

"I didn't even... didn't even see the person behind you!"

Wang Meng grinned, picked up a long saber, and cut off his head.

He tied it to his belt.

"Not reconciled?"

"Go tell that to the ghosts and gods!"