Chapter 967: Breaking the Bandits (Part 2)

Wang Chen raised his head, his dark eyes reflecting the arrows hurtling toward him.

In a deep voice, he commanded, “Advance!”

As his words resonated across the battlefield, an invisible oppressive force surged forth like the raging waves of an ocean.

Just as the rain of arrows was about to engulf Wang Chen, they disintegrated into dust without a sound!

Witnessing this, Dan Tai Xiong’s eyes widened in shock, and he immediately roared, “Charge!”

Fifty armored martial artists broke formation, charging at Wang Chen with long spears in hand, their muscles taut and their battle intent soaring to the heavens.

They had unleashed the battle array’s killing force!

It was known that only battle-hardened elites could summon such a force. This military technique allowed them to overcome greater numbers, turn weakness into strength, and even suppress powerful adversaries.

For a group of mountain-dwelling bandits to possess such elite fighters was nothing short of astonishing!

If the Great Liang were to learn that the Qianfeng Bandits, entrenched in the Ten Thousand Mountains, wielded such power, they would undoubtedly dispatch their strongest warriors to eradicate them without hesitation.

In truth, Dan Tai Xiong would not have revealed his trump card unless absolutely necessary.

The death of his second-in-command had struck him deeply, and under the mounting pressure from the Qianlong Society, the bandit leader resolved to spare no cost, even at the expense of his vitality, to eliminate his foe.

Wang Chen’s oppressive force collided with the battle array’s killing force of the armored martial artists, sending them reeling as if struck by lightning. They groaned in unison, blood streaming from their mouths and noses.

This outcome stemmed from the vast disparity in individual strength between them and Wang Chen. Though the array distributed the pressure, it could not fully withstand the force emanating from him.

Yet, these warriors were undeniably formidable!

The pungent smell of blood and the searing pain in their five organs did not instill fear but instead ignited a ferocious rage within them.

The eyes of the armored martial artists turned bloodshot, and low growls escaped their throats as they quickened their charge.

Unstoppable, invincible—such was their resolve!

Here they come!

After the initial clash, Wang Chen’s battle intent was roused by these fierce bandits.

With his mindset focused, he raised his spear, and the yellow steed beneath him surged forward, galloping toward the charging bandits.

In an instant, Wang Chen and his horse seemed to merge into one, resembling an enraged fierce beast, tearing through the air with a force capable of obliterating all in its path.

Before they reached the enemy, the Soul-Snapping Spear in Wang Chen’s hand radiated a brilliant light, its pale golden blade tracing a long arc that sliced through the chests of the bandits ahead.

Thud!

Five armored martial artists were cleaved in two, their armor as ineffective as paper, offering no defense.

Along with them, the battle array’s killing force cultivated by these elite bandits was shattered!

Boom!

In the next moment, Wang Chen and his horse crashed into the enemy ranks. Several armored martial artists, unable to evade, were torn apart, their limbs and flesh scattering in all directions—a gruesome sight.

A few long spears struck Wang Chen but were halted by the invisible force surrounding him, snapping and shattering upon impact.

In the state of man and horse united, Wang Chen’s momentum remained unbroken, the Soul-Snapping Spear in his hand unwavering as it pointed straight ahead.

Its tip was aimed directly at Dan Tai Xiong!

From the very beginning, Wang Chen had set his sights on the leader of the Qianfeng Bandits as his target.

To him, the other small fry were nothing more than ants—stronger ants, perhaps, but still ants!

Twenty paces away, Dan Tai Xiong, also mounted on a horse, appeared ashen.

Though his energy, spirit, and mind were at their peak, with hundreds of loyal elite warriors surrounding him and the high ground in his favor, he had never felt as helpless, weak, or pitiful as he did in that moment.

He felt as if he stood naked against the howling cold winds of a high plain, facing the attack of a fierce beast.

This beast was covered in thick armor, enormous, with bared fangs, its footsteps shaking the ground as it approached with tremendous force.

A sixth-level martial honor!

In this final moment, Dan Tai Xiong realized that his opponent was not a talented martial sect master in his teens, but a sixth-level martial honor on the path to greatness!

The intelligence from the Qianlong Society was wrong; this mission was beyond him!

It would plunge the Qianfeng Bandits into the abyss!

What filled him with despair the most was that he had no time to escape.

“Kill!”

In the blink of an instant, the pride and dignity belonging to a fifth-level martial sect master urged Dan Tai Xiong to cast away his fear, igniting unprecedented battle intent and fighting spirit.

He roared, lifting the halberd and channeling all his strength into the higher level profound weapon, stabbing fiercely with an Earth Spike at Wang Chen!

Exchanging life for life, they would perish together!

In a flash, Wang Chen and Dan Tai Xiong crossed each other’s paths.

With Wang Chen’s strength behind him, the yellow horse ruthlessly smashed through the bandits blocking the way, breaking through the Qianfeng Bandits’ battle array.

Behind Wang Chen, Dan Tai Xiong stood motionless, halberd raised, staring expressionlessly ahead.

He resembled a statue frozen in time.

However, his left chest had vanished; the upper half of his body looked as if it had been bitten off by a gigantic beast, missing dozens of pounds of flesh and bone, exposing the broken internal organs inside.

“Ha!”

The leader of the Qianfeng Bandits exhaled a long breath, a complex expression in his previously dazed eyes.

Then, he fell off his horse!

“The leader is dead!”

Seeing Dan Tai Xiong perish on the spot, the other bandits instantly went insane.

Some fled in a frenzy, while others attacked Wang Chen wildly, creating utter chaos.

Wang Chen, already on the hillside, turned around and resumed the slaughter.

To be precise, it was a massacre!

The bandits formed a battle array were no match for Wang Chen, especially now that the Qianfeng Bandits were leaderless.

The few stubborn resistors struggled like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; their corpses were soon trampled under horses’ hooves.

Screams, roars, cries of shock, and the sounds of collision…

Wherever Wang Chen went, a storm of Blood Rain and wind rose, and no one could withstand a single thrust of his spear.

In just a moment, the remaining bandits completely collapsed; some lay on the ground pretending to be dead, while others knelt and cried for mercy.

As for the ones trying to escape, Wang Chen shot them down one by one with his flintgun.

In just a short while, the hillside was scattered with over two hundred bodies, lying at odd angles!

Wang Chen was like a merciless killing machine, efficiently reaping the lives of the Qianfeng Bandits.

He never ceased his assault!

Crimson blood soaked the grass, flowing down the Sky Road like a winding river.

As the mountain wind blew, it carried with it the wails of countless vengeful spirits!