The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 298 - 195: A Case within a Case

Chapter 298: Chapter 195: A Case within a Case

"White Dragon Temple?!"

Seeing the temple, Qin Hundred Households’ face instantly turned the color of a pig’s liver, and he gritted his teeth, "You sly monk, almost tricked me. Take action, go in and seize them!"

Perhaps sensing something, the temple door was already bolted tight in broad daylight.

Bang!

A few soldiers stepped forward and violently kicked the door.

Seeing they couldn’t kick it open, they moved to the walls on either side of the courtyard, boosted each other up, and climbed over.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Crossbow bolts were shot, and immediately several soldiers fell down after being hit.

"Damned thieves!"

Qin Hundred Households was also fiercely brave. After cursing angrily, he spurred his horse forward, charging straight toward the courtyard wall.

Right before crashing into it, he suddenly pulled the reins.

Neigh!

The warhorse cried out and reared up.

Using this momentum, he leaped, vaulting over the courtyard wall.

As soon as he landed, crossbow bolts were shot at him.

But Qin Hundred Households was clearly a master; as he touched down, he rolled to the side, and his heavy armor seemed to pose no hindrance.

He dodged bow and crossbow bolts and, looking intently, saw a few monks and some dressed as ordinary civilians standing at the great hall’s entrance.

About seven or eight people, some holding knives, others with crossbows.

Loading a crossbow was extremely strenuous.

After killing a few soldiers and attempting an ambush on the Hundred Households unsuccessfully, their crossbows had already been emptied, and several were desperately trying to reload with their feet.

"Be damned!"

The Hundred Households roared angrily and, carrying his broad blade, charged forward.

Seeing this, the robbers were not panicked at all; instead, they all revealed a ferocious gleam in their eyes.

"Kill this court’s hound!"

The lead monk bellowed and charged forward with a knife. Together with two others by his side, three knives simultaneously hacked at the Hundred Households.

Qin Hundred Households was not intimidated. He blocked with his broad blade, while his body moved rapidly, his footsteps swift as if he were walking on a rocking boat.

After parrying the three men’s blades, he turned around and slashed, instantly severing one man’s lower leg. Then, swinging his blade horizontally, "clang clang," he blocked the long knives striking from behind.

A side kick landed squarely on another robber’s chest.

The man was sent flying, rolling thrice on the ground, and spewed blood from his mouth with a "pfft" sound, gasping more than exhaling.

"Shuilu broad blade technique? You are from Cao Gang!"

The head monk noticed and his face tensed slightly.

This Shuilu broad blade technique, rumored to originate from the pirates of Tai Lake and later became widely spread for its practicality.

One path was boat blade technique, and the other, land-based blade technique, combining into one Shuilu broad blade technique.

The saying, "With justice in rivers and seas as priority, and courage in the knife across lands and waters," referred to this water-route broad blade technique.

It might be uncertain elsewhere, but in Yunyang Prefecture, the Cao Gang’s members practiced it most, and mastered it thoroughly.

Qin Hundred Households, hearing this, just gave a cold laugh, intensifying his blade’s ferocity.

Meanwhile, other soldiers had scaled the wall and entered, directly opening the temple doors. A swarm of soldiers immediately rushed in.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Some directly drew bows to shoot arrows.

The archers, who practiced daily in the military, were not divine archers, but at such distances, they hit their marks.

Immediately, several bandits were struck in the legs by arrows and fell.

Seeing this, the lead monk clenched his teeth, swung his blade to block several arrows, and seeing the Hundred Household’s broad blade coming, he charged without dodging.

"Psst," the broad blade plunged into his abdomen.

"Die together!"

The monk, undodging and gritting his teeth, roared angrily and surged forward, letting the broad blade pierce through him and grabbed the Hundred Households.

Then, using his momentum, he pressed down fiercely.

Something in his chest, concealing some mechanism, was triggered; Qin Hundred Households only heard the sound of porcelain breaking and his face instantly changed.

But there was no time to react, and both their bodies burst into flames, due to some phosphorus fire mixed with grease.

The flames roared, and smoke billowed; Qin Hundred Households screamed as he kicked the thief away and frantically rolled on the ground.

Others quickly came to help extinguish the fire.

However, the fire was extremely fierce and simply could not be quenched.

In a short while, Hundred Households stopped moving, gradually turning into a charred corpse.

And those bandits hit by arrows, all ruthless men, seeing no escape, began lifting their knives and slashing their own throats.

The temple suddenly became quiet, with only the roaring flames and bodies everywhere.

The soldiers looked at each other, eyes filled with fear.

This part of Shangjin City was a mix of dragons and snakes; they had often dealt with people from the pugilistic green forest, but such fierce and fearless men were new to them.

Meanwhile, Li Yan and others received news as well.

"Qin Hundred Households is dead!"

County Magistrate Guo’s voice was sharp, his complexion ashen, he muttered, "It’s over, it’s over, now things have blown up."

Seeing Li Yan frown, he said bitterly, "The White Dragon Temple was built by the Shangjin locals, originally to worship the Dragon King and calm the waters. It was neglected over the years."

"A few years ago, a monk named Suku came to stay, arranging charity funds to renovate the White Dragon Temple. We thought he was a virtuous monk, and we had even invited him before to examine a corpse..."

In fact, he left something unsaid.

This Suku Monk not only used the temple to amass wealth but was also closely associated with them. Now, it seemed impossible to shake off this blame.

Indeed, bad news followed.

A secret passage was discovered behind the temple; the resident monk Suku had already escaped through the secret passage, his whereabouts unknown.

But the gold and silver treasures lost from the Hu’s household were all found.

Sha Lifei was indifferent to the death of the Hundred Households. Perplexed, he remarked, "Strange, these people are ruthless, employ powerful Evil Skills, and caused such a huge incident just for robbing a small-time wealthy man?"