Chapter 342
Peerless Warrior
Thirty miles outside Xunyang City, a figure moved with incredible speed. Even more amazingly, he did not flinch even when faced with hard rocks, but instead blended into them like water.
Passing through the wall.
And so, he got closer and closer to Xunyang City, until it was practically within reach.
But the next moment, the man groaned and fell to the ground, rolling several times, his blood quickly staining the ground red.
Bao Ying's dark face instantly turned deathly pale, his features contorted slightly, as if he were enduring some kind of extreme pain.
He struggled to crawl forward, his feet no longer visible at the base of his legs.
His ankles were severed by a sharp blade, blood gushing out, and his severed feet fell to either side due to the momentum of running.
"Six purple armor talismans! You're really rich. You almost managed to escape into the city!"
A figure quietly appeared; it was a dwarf the size of a seven-year-old child. He was entirely black with a reddish tinge, had bloodshot eyes, long ears, and long hair, making him look very strange.
The dwarf stretched out his hand, and a blood-stained scimitar spun and flew towards him.
He reached out and licked the blood off his scimitar, his eyes suddenly lighting up as he laughed, "No wonder you're a descendant of Bao Zheng! This blood is truly potent, even more fragrant than wine!"
"Girl, you have to try it!"
The next moment, a slender figure emerged from his shadow, gradually revealing its true form in the moonlight.
She was a tall, alluring, and mature woman. The trees beneath her feet withered and died, and the invisible poisonous gas made the soil smell foul.
"Okay, brother."
The woman looked old enough to be the dwarf's mother, yet she called him brother. After saying this, she stuck out her tongue and licked the blood off the scimitar, her eyes revealing a hint of intoxication and enjoyment.
"The blood smells so good. When you cut it open, brother, can I have a good drink first?"
"Sure, sure, I'll keep the internal organs..."
This strange brother and sister were discussing the ownership of their "prey" here, in a topic that was extremely cruel, like wild beasts eating raw meat and drinking blood.
Bao Ying remained silent, enduring the excruciating pain as she continued to crawl forward.
He wasn't afraid of death, but dying like this would be too unwilling.
He had already arrived in Xunyang City. Once inside, he had plenty of ways to escape and even kill the two demons.
Unfortunately, his nearly 1,000-mile escape had exhausted his last bit of magical power, and he could no longer even activate the Armored Horse Talisman.
Just one more step!
"Brother, stop talking nonsense and kill him quickly! This kid is too clever and has fooled us several times. We can't afford to delay any longer. Let's do it now!"
After discussing the allocation of the "prey," the woman quickly urged them to hurry up.
Just then, Bao Ying suddenly stopped and sneered, "I never thought I would be defeated by you two demon generals."
The dwarf was startled and said, "You actually recognized us?"
The brother and sister never left any survivors and were extremely cautious within the Holy Church. Apart from the Crimson-Robed Heavenly King, no one knew that this dwarf who chopped wood and fed horses was actually the infamous Two Demon Generals.
Bao Ying looked at them, coughing up blood as he said, "I never expected that the two generals of the Four Great Generals under the Red-Clad Demon King, the Wraith General and the Demon General, would actually be a brother and sister. Your crimes were indeed very secretive in the past, but corpses can talk."
"The scimitar that just severed my feet had a peculiar cut, with patterns resembling cherry blossoms. I have personally examined at least five corpses with similar wounds."
Hearing this, the woman's fear deepened.
Bao Ying has such a terrifying temperament. Even though he was in dire straits and suffered the pain of losing limbs, he could still observe and analyze so calmly, as if those severed legs belonged to someone else.
“You are indeed a descendant of Bao Zheng, and you are very intelligent. It’s just a pity that you have offended the wrong person.”
With that, she flicked her finger, and the crescent-shaped blade spun and flew out again, this time, to rip Bao Ying open!
Bao Ying stared silently at the flying scimitar; even in his final moments, he did not choose to close his eyes.
He sighed silently to himself. "It seems that case is coming to an end. Brother Zhou, after I die, will you continue the investigation?"
At this critical moment, a roar from the Yan people exploded like thunder.
"Hey!!!"
Boom!
The scimitar was sent flying by the thunderous sound, and it was still trembling when it returned to the dwarf's hand.
Not only the scimitar, but even the dwarf and the woman were stunned by the roar, as if struck by lightning.
"Who, who is it!"
After realizing what was happening, he immediately became alarmed and asked a question.
A rough, bold, and fiery voice came from the sky.
"Hey, you demons, stop your rampage! Take this shot from me!!"
boom!
A ten-foot-long spear, like a winding bolt of lightning, fell from the sky, smashing a deep crack in the earth.
The dwarf had already disappeared.
"Earth-遁 (a type of underground escape technique)?"
Zhang Yide dismounted, drew his spear, his leopard-headed eyes gleaming like lightning, and revealed a fierce smile.
He spun and danced with the serpent spear in his hand, and finally plunged it down in anger. His eyes burst into flames, his beard stood on end like a halberd, and the eighteen-foot serpent spear transformed into a fire-breathing azure dragon.
"Waaaaah, give Grandpa a good burn!!!"
Accompanied by that hearty laughter, the earth cracked open in the next moment, spewing out raging flames as if a volcano had been breached.
Flames shot into the sky, illuminating the night.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
A figure emerged from underground; it was the dwarf who had burrowed underground, but now he was burned beyond recognition, his skin was charred, and smoke was billowing from his seven orifices.
As soon as he emerged, the spear shot towards him like lightning, aiming straight for his throat, as ruthless as a venomous dragon.
clang!!
With a single move, the curved blade in his hand was bent by the force of the blow, and his figure crashed through boulders like a cannonball, eventually sinking deep into the mountain and being buried by countless rubble.
When he got up again, not only was the scimitar forged from refined gold completely ruined, but his right arm, which had been holding the sword, was also broken and hanging limply.
Blood gushed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
He spat out a few broken teeth, his bloodshot eyes filled with horror, and he was even so frightened by the ghostly shot that he stammered.
"Who...who are you?"
The dwarf's ability to be ranked among the four generals under the Red-Clad Demon King is considerable. He was not originally a dwarf, but a nine-foot giant with a body of steel and iron, like a Vajra in a temple.
However, the cultivation method he practiced was special; the higher his realm and the stronger his magical power, the shorter his figure became.
For every inch his physical body shrinks, his divine power increases by several times. Now, with a body less than three feet tall, he can even move a small mountain. His bones and muscles are like cast iron, and ordinary swords and knives feel like tickles when they strike him.
Of the four generals, he considered himself the best in terms of physical strength and martial arts skills.
But this fierce general wielding a serpent spear shattered his confidence with a single shot.
"Bah! You short, filthy dwarf who's not even as tall as a saddle, how dare you ask your Grandpa Zhang's name!" (End of Chapter)