The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 137 - 117: Crisis in the Deserted Temple (Additional - for alliance leader and book friend 20200908213735164)_3

Chapter 137: Chapter 117: Crisis in the Deserted Temple (Additional Chapter for alliance leader and book friend 20200908213735164)_3

"Very well, the eldest sister of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall indeed has some backbone, but I held back earlier, not striking to kill. If your master does not make a move soon, the next one will send you on your way,"

Han Sui coldly stated, yet he immediately cracked a smile, "However, I appreciate talent. It is not easy for a woman like you, who hasn’t slain the Crimson Dragon, to have trained your martial arts to such an extent. I can offer you a way out: kill your fellow disciple next to you, bow several times to me, agree to become my concubine, and I’ll spare your life."

"Pah, dream on," Rong Niang angrily retorted as she once again lunged at Han Sui with her fists.

Despite her inferior strength, she preferred to die fighting rather than suffer such indignity.

"Ungrateful,"

Having his offer rejected, Han Sui’s pride was slightly wounded and in an instant, he was moved to kill. He thrust a palm strike which burst forth with Jin Qi, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Rong Niang’s Fist Power was insufficient, and just from that exchange, her entire arm was shattered, the excruciating pain making her involuntarily cry out.

Han Sui stepped forward again, his palm turning into a claw that directly grasped Rong Niang’s throat, holding her firmly. Then, turning his gaze, he fixed it on Zhao Ge, who stood nearby in a Boxing Stance but who had yet to make a move.

"Not taking action under such circumstances? Zhao Ge, it seems you really are finished,"

At that moment, Zhao Ge was a torrent of grief and rage, his Qi-Blood surging and his complexion fluctuating wildly. Right now, he was merely an empty shell, unable even to control his own Qi-Blood; that he was still standing was already quite an achievement. If he truly had the strength to persist, as Jin Bufen had suggested, everyone here, counting every single one, would die.

"Indeed you’ve reached your limit; after all, we’ve been chasing you for so long, killing several groups of men. I figured you must be worn out by now, reduced to being on your last legs,"

Jin Bufen was very cautious. Although he held a Treasure Saber in his hand, he continually guarded against Zhao Ge, not letting his guard down in the slightest.

Then he gestured with a hand signal, "Shoot to kill with strong bows and crossbows, but be careful, do not hit his heart. I need to keep his heart for making medicine,"

The next instant, the vicinity was immediately filled with the sounds of strong bows being drawn and crossbows being cocked.

Seeing this, Zhao Ge’s lips curled into a grim smile, "Well played, Jin Bufen, even now you guard against me... cough, cough."

His spirit drained, his aged body could no longer sustain itself; he couldn’t even maintain his Boxing Stance and staggered to fall sitting on the ground.

"You, Zhao Ge, are indeed a fierce tiger, one must be cautious," Jin Bufen saw Zhao Ge’s weakened state, and could not help but smile.

Still, he did not advance to attack; who knows whether Zhao Ge was merely acting, perhaps still possessing enough Qi-Blood to take them down with him, which would be too great a loss.

"Master, Master,"

Shou Hou hurried to support his badly injured body and ran to Zhao Ge’s side, helping him upright.

At that moment, Zhao Ge coughed up a large amount of blood and lamented, "I’m sorry, I really can’t hold these people off anymore,"

Shou Hou wept bitterly, no longer speaking, his mind already prepared to meet death.

Grasped by the throat, Rong Niang could not move; seeing this scene, she couldn’t keep tears from falling.

"Don’t be sad, after your master dies, I will send you to join him shortly," Han Sui said as he held onto Rong Niang, not killing her or releasing her, all to make Zhao Ge hesitate.

Only when he was certain Zhao Ge was really dead would he kill this hostage.

This level of cautiousness meant that even if Zhao Ge still had that vital force within him, he was most likely doomed to die unfulfilled.

Jin Bufen then slowly raised his hand, ready to give the command to attack.

However, at that moment.

"Boom~!"

From the darkness of the night, as if a thunderbolt had struck the ground, it shook everyone’s hearts. Suddenly, a corner of the decrepit temple seemed to have been blown open for some unknown reason. Dust flew and rocks were hurled, and as this sudden event occurred, an archer trapped nearby appeared to have been struck by a fearsome force, also exploding along with it.

Flesh, along with splashed blood, evenly scattered across the surrounding ground.

Even Han Sui, standing inside the temple, was struck by flying bone fragments, the pain registering across his face.

Such a scene made everyone instantly go pale with shock.

"Boom!"

Following that was another sound of dull thunder echoing, this time very close, as if right at the foot of the mountain.

Another crossbowman, standing by the torches, had no time to react; his body exploded similarly, with blood and bones splattering everywhere, leaving chaos all around.

It was not until the second blast that the leaders, Han Sui and Jin Bufen, reacted.

"An enemy, everyone, be careful," Han Sui quickly grasped Rong Niang, using her as a shield in front of him, then he watched the dim wilderness in front of the temple warily.

The danger was coming from that direction.

"Put out the fires, don’t stay in the light, they can see us," Jin Bufen, holding the Treasure Saber, called out in a low voice, a bead of cold sweat emerging on his forehead involuntarily.

Luckily, there were no torches near him; otherwise, the enemy might have targeted him.

With such powerful attacks, although he did not know what they were, he understood that he, a martial artist of Blood Training, could not withstand them.

"Boom!"

Another loud bang echoed.

Another subordinate, who held a strong bow, exploded just like the others; his shattered organs scattered like powder, and only his feet remained in place as his body completely dissipated.

Such a bloody and brutal way of dying immediately sent chills down the spine of everyone left; they doused their torches and hid, not daring to expose themselves in the light.

As the torches were extinguished,

darkness enveloped the surroundings.

Yet, it was still useless.

The fourth explosion still came.

Another disciple hidden in the darkness was struck, his body exploding on the spot just like the others, leaving no room for resistance or struggle.

"Something’s not right, our enemies can see in the night, putting out the fires doesn’t help, but why aren’t they directly killing me and Han Sui? We are the biggest threats, logically we should be the first targets, wait, I understand now, the attackers are from Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, they are not attacking Han Sui because he has a hostage, and they didn’t attack me because I was in line with Zhao Ge initially; they feared a misguided attack may harm Zhao Ge,"

Jin Bufen, witnessing the tragic death of that disciple, quickly pieced together what was happening.

But as he thought this,

a fierce Yin Wind blew up from the foot of the mountain, and within this wind, a tall steed appeared.

"A Yin Horse?" Han Sui recognized it, something seen only on Ghost Street.

Could it be that Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall had the protection of a ghost from Ghost Street? If that were true, then things were troublesome.

The Yin Horse neighed, lifting its iron hooves.

Above it, a towering figure appeared, looking down imperiously.

Everyone looked,

but could only see a pair of eyes full of murderous intent glowing in the darkness, akin to a ghost descending, imposing and fearsome.

"Although this man rides the Yin Horse, he has the aura of a living person; he is not a ghost... but this man, he is strong," Han Sui’s throat moved, his eyes showing a flicker of panic and unease.

"Does Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall have any more trump cards?" Jin Bufen now gripped the Treasure Saber tightly, his face turning ominously grim.

But what exactly was the strength of the newcomer?

He couldn’t see through it.

He only knew that this man was definitely a master, and moreover, a very young master.