The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 562 - 320 Causal Slaughter_2

Chapter 562: Chapter 320 Causal Slaughter_2

With a sudden burst of energy, Han Balin struck the ground beneath him, mud splattering in every direction, as he vanished from sight.

He reappeared next to the eldest of the Fu Family, his blade flashing as a visibly powerful force cut through the rain, slicing past the man.

With a wet thump,

The older brother of the Fu Family was cleaved in two, his lower body still running even as his upper body fell to the ground, struggling and screaming, blood and viscera scattered everywhere.

"Big brother!"

The younger sister of the Fu Family screamed sharply, yet dared not approach, turning to shout at Wang Hu, "Didn’t you say he was only capable of Force Transformation? What is going on?"

Force Transformation and Astral Force were as different as dirt and clouds.

Force Transformation was merely an application of force within oneself, while Astral Force could gather Astral Bane Energy to form powerful attacks, rivaling Martial Arts of the same level.

However, most people could spend their entire lives achieving Dan Strength, let alone ascend to the higher realm of Astral Force without true talent.

Wang Hu’s expression darkened, "Temporary elevation using the Divine Soul, resulting in soul dispersion after death, making reincarnation impossible, why bother?"

Han Balin held his long blade horizontally, looking up at the thunder swelling in the sky and then at the corpses littered on the ground, his eyes revealing unmistakable fatigue, "Tired."

"Perhaps from the very beginning, I should not have returned to life..."

No sooner had his words fallen, than his figure flashed and vanished.

Wang Hu felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly retreated.

Tan Yun’er, standing nearby, also sensed disaster, her skirt flipping as dense poisonous needles shot out while she rapidly backed away.

Here, the disparity was evident.

The woman, Alangpo, also wanted to retreat, but drained of energy and unfamiliar with martial arts, she could only control the Wild Man below her using Gu Technique.

But in such a short time, there was no way to react.

As the long-haired Wild Man just raised his large axe, Han Balin’s form had already appeared behind her above, his back turned, he casually swung his blade downward.

With a wet thump,

Alangpo’s head instantly flew off.

Han Balin intended to continue chopping off the head of the Wild Man but seeing the Gu Worm behind its brain, he slightly shook his head, restraining his blade’s momentum, pivoting in mid-air to land a kick.

With a boom,

The body of the massive Wild Man tumbled out and collided against a wall, knocked out cold.

Meanwhile, Han Balin had already utilized the force to launch himself directly into the ranks of the Heavenly Saint Sect and the Miao people.

These were skilled fighters from the pugilistic world, but before a desperate Han Balin, they were no different from children.

Among the crowd, Han Balin rapidly wove through, his blood flowing along his arm, dripping into his blade.

The blade’s gleam flickered, a mist of blood spreading, transforming into streaks of blood light, limbs and severed arms chaotically flying wherever it passed.

This sight sent chills down the spines of Wang Hu and Tan Yun’er.

They now understood why the Sect Leader of the Ghost Sect, Zhao Changsheng, went through great lengths to resurrect this man.

Originally a ruthless man who stirred up troubles in the six towns, he learned many Secret Techniques. If it weren’t for him being weakened by a sneak attack after his resurrection, they wouldn’t have stood a chance at all.

In desperation, Wang Hu could no longer care about anything else, running, he suddenly raised the Divine Fire Gun and pulled the trigger.

With a bang!

A loud noise echoed, sparks and smoke burst out.

He had fired two shots before, but Han Balin, being on guard, had dodged thanks to his sharp senses.

Thus, Wang Hu loaded a special magazine, not with a single lead bullet but many tiny metal fragments.

Han Balin still dodged the barrel with his senses, but this time he miscalculated, suddenly feeling intense pain throughout hisbody, and fell to the ground.

His body riddled with cuts.

The nearby members of the Heavenly Saint Sect and the Miao people fared no better, blood bursting from their bodies; some screamed as they fell, while the unlucky ones were killed instantly as the metal pieces pierced into their skulls and hearts.

With a roar,

Han Balin bellowed furiously, leaning on his broken blade as he stood up, his body covered in blood mingled with mud, appearing like a Demon God.

Those around, unaffected by the spread, terrified by his aura, stumbled back, even Wang Hu caught his breath and retreated a couple of steps.

However, as Han Balin tried to gather his strength again, he felt it ebbing away like the tide, looking down at his chest, he saw a new wound profusely bleeding.

"Ha ha ha, see if you don’t die now!"

Wang Hu laughed wildly, still not daring to get closer, instead, drawing a curved blade from his waist and flinging it.

With a clang,

Han Balin struggled to raise his blade to block it but also staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

Biting down, he suddenly tore off a piece of Red Jade from around his neck, placed it on the ground, and with the last of his strength, chopped down.

"Don’t!"

Wang Hu let out a cry of alarm.

Ding!

There was a sharp clang; the blade recoiled, and the Red Jade was ejected, landing on the ground without a scratch!

A flicker of disappointment crossed Han Balin’s eyes, his expression gradually fading.

"You son of a bitch!"

Wang Hu couldn’t help but curse loudly.

Only then did he realize that Han Balin didn’t want to destroy the Tang Dynasty’s National Treasure not because he was unwilling, but because he simply couldn’t, all the while feigning an act and deceiving them for long.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed forward, picked up the Red Jade, and threw it out, bellowing, "Quick, get it out!"

The Plum Mountain Taoist Brothers were also on the perimeter.

They couldn’t engage in a battle of this level; they could only command their men to shoot arrows in sneak attacks.

The eldest of the three brothers caught the Red Jade, put it into a leather bag, then swung it upward, throwing it high.

Whoosh~

A cry echoed in the air, and the night owl they were controlling swooped down, grabbed the leather bag, and flew away quickly.

Simultaneously, it screeched sharply several times.

The eldest brother of Plum Mountain urgently said, "Wang Hu, the news has leaked, the Vanguard Camp of the Wuchang City garrison is already on its way."

"Quick, let’s go!"

At Wang Hu’s command, everyone quickly retreated, not bothering to care about the wounded on the ground.

At this moment, Han Balin still leaned on his knife, half-kneeling on the ground, motionless, covered in blood.

"Forget him, he’s already dead!"

As someone went to approach him, Wang Hu directly scolded.

However, Tan Yun’er ignored him, scoffed, quickly approached, swung her curved blade, and decapitated Han Balin.

She held the head in her hand, staring at those calm eyes, sneered, "Hmph, I’ll let you see, what you six protect, our Tusi City can protect too!"

With that, she quickly withdrew along with everyone else.

Meanwhile, inside the main hall of Lianxi Temple, several old nuns looked back in shock, as the ink-jade Guanyin statue suddenly cracked...

...

"Is there trouble at Lianxi Temple?"

Seeing the bustling monks inside Yuquan Temple, Li Yan was somewhat surprised, "Why would they attack there?"

He was rather distant from Wuchang City, and the news also traveled slower.

First, there was a problem during the Dragon Boat race, Lv San intervened in a critical moment, leveraging the Tuo Master’s power to successfully complete the Fengshui arrangement, also securing a promise from Prince Wuchang...

Li Yan was praising Lv San and his cohort for their cleverness when bad news came again—Lianxi Temple was besieged by demons.

He had heard some things about Lianxi Temple before, but it was merely a nunnery, and he couldn’t think of anything there that might attract demons.

The protector monk of Yuquan Temple shook his head, "This poor monk is unsure as well, only instructed to immediately head there for rescue."

"Do you need my help?"

"The court guard’s army is already on its way, and there are also many masters from the Buddhist Sect. Li Donor may watch over this side."

The monk was clearly anxious and left in a hurry after speaking.

Li Yan shook his head slightly and didn’t ask further.

With the Fengshui situation settled, both the court and the Buddhist Sect’s experts could intervene; his presence wouldn’t be of much use.

Besides, he couldn’t leave this place unattended.

Thinking this, Li Yan then looked across to see Master Lu busily consecrating Lv San’s Bone Flower.

And beside him, several pieces of Earth Dragon armor awaited completion of the last step—consecration.

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and Li Yan, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the weather and continued to wait patiently.

It might take until dark to finish all these Magic Artifacts...

...

Swoosh!

Amidst dense fog, a black shadow fluttered down; it was the night owl of the Plum Mountain Taoist Brothers.

The surrounding white fog concealed the White Tiger’s Astral Bane, invisible to ordinary people, but the night owl was so frightened that it trembled all over, unable to stand steadily after landing.

"We finally got it..."

Accompanied by an aged voice, a pair of hands smeared with mud extracted the Red Jade from the leather bag...