87: Chapter 86 A Sword to End a Life (2/10) 87: Chapter 86 A Sword to End a Life (2/10) Of course, as Da Chen encroached upon the borderlands, the Demon Sect would bring various external materials to the villages in the northwestern mountains.
By controlling the lifeline of resources and occasionally providing so welfare conveniences to gain the people’s heart, the Demon Sect could obtain a continuous supply of manpower and a stable logistical base within Da Chen territory.
Outside the northwest of Da Chen, their notorious reputation spread far and wide, but within the northwestern mountains, they were fully capable of contending with Da Chen on all fronts.
The flying shuttle broke through the air, vibrating the atmosphere and emitting a faint, regular humming sound.
Before long, An Jing, who was particularly attentive to these subtle noises, changed his expression and looked in the direction of the flying shuttle, “It’s coming!”
At this mont, An Jing was located on the mid-slope of a small mountain.
He stood on a protruding terrace, gazing into the distance at a dark shadow.
That was the flying shuttle.
An Jing hadn’t run too far, he had stayed after finding a suitable terrain to start preparing for a counterattack.
The sword box, over three feet long, was set up on a protruding rock, the long-distance scope locked onto the faint figure on the flying shuttle, a slight spiritual light lit up in An Jing’s eyes.
It was the locking formation of the Chongming Sword Box aligning with An Jing’s vision, like a second pupil.
This was the so-called ‘Chongming’.
The flying shuttle cut through the air, sweeping the wind and crossing the clouds, in this deep mountain and old forest, they didn’t need to hide their montum, nor did they fear that An Jing could escape their control, and in terms of strength, they definitely had a team that could completely suppress a martial master of Inner Strength.
They absolutely didn’t expect that An Jing had no plans to flee or hide.
He wanted to counterattack.
“Captain, the target’s trace has been discovered, he is on the waist of the mountain ahead of us, seemingly waiting for us!”
On the flying shuttle, at the protruding observation deck, a mber of the Demon Sect operating a telescope reported the intelligence he saw.
“Oh?” Under the observation deck, Instructor Li was sowhat surprised, “Could it be that An Jing has co to a realization?
He’s giving up on running and is ready to surrender?”
This was sowhat inconceivable…
“We mustn’t be careless.” Xu Changjing shook his head, “He might have decided to fight to the death, to take us on in a desperate struggle — the younger they are, the more likely they are to stake everything in a rash mont.
Let’s still be prepared.”
Having said that, he and Instructor Li moved to the front of the flying shuttle, ready to see what An Jing’s erratic behavior was all about.
Just at that mont, the observer made another discovery.
However, this ti, his tone carried a hint of obvious confusion, “The target has sothing strange in his hand, seems to be so kind of magic artifact?”
He said, puzzled, “Strange, how did the target co by a magical artifact…”
“A magic artifact?”
Upon hearing this, both Instructor Li and Xu Changjing were startled, both furrowed their brows, sensing sothing amiss, but since they were still five or six miles away from An Jing, they weren’t too nervous.
“Could it be obtained from the Red Armored Guards?
Or perhaps taken from a storehouse in the manor?”
Instructor Li guessed, while Xu Changjing still stared fixedly at An Jing’s location, then suddenly his pupils contracted, “No!”
He took a step back, completely ducking his body into a blind spot, then bellowed, “Turn the rudder!
Ascend and evade!”
“That artifact is dangerous…”
But it was already too late.
In An Jing’s vision, Xu Changjing and Instructor Li had only exposed their heads.
They were indeed very vigilant and extrely cautious.
But it still wasn’t cautious enough.
Click, click, click.
The external telescope and the sword box’s own locking formation overlapped at this mont, the pale-colored formation locked onto the head of the White-robed Scholar.
Powerful spiritual power flowed out of the Spirit Qi Furnace, rushing along the accelerating track of the Chongming Sword Box, turning into a series of crackling azure-blue electrical sparks.
He pulled the trigger.
Launched.
Hum——
The white Sword Light blazed forth, accompanied by a piercing shrill scream, like the dawn breaking on the horizon in the pitch-black morning, tracing a pale white curved trajectory.
At that mont, Xu Changjing, who could not dodge and had already seen the signs of his impending doom, knew his end had co.
——So it was true…
Don’t say I wasn’t warned, haha!
His mind raced like lightning, yet he smiled calmly, “Indeed, An Jing is no ordinary individual!”
“His threat was actually a truthful declaration.”
“Fortunate indeed…”
The flying sword flashed and struck its target precisely.
Both man and fated weapon shattered simultaneously.
“What kind of Magic Artifact is this!?”
As the Sword Box launched, Instructor Li was utterly shocked.
He drew the saber from his waist and even lifted a piece of railing template to use as a long shield.
He fell back a step slower than Xu Changjing and thus saw the Magic Artifact in An Jing’s hand emitting a dazzling blue-green electric light.
That instant, Instructor Li sensed a threat to his life, the compressed force of a full-powered strike from the Inner Breath like Tide realm.
Even if he wanted to block it, he needed to prepare in advance, condense his spirit and calm his breath for dozens of seconds, then grasp that fleeting mont to unleash his full body strength, using his most powerful attack to block that strike from the Magic Artifact!
Even for soone with Inner Strength, carelessness could lead to severe injury or even death!
“Old Xu, you…”
Turning his head, still sowhat shaken, Instructor Li was planning to beat a retreat.
Xu Changjing’s previous concerns were correct, they had perhaps underestimated An Jing too much.
Truly capturing him would require a Martial ridian Grandmaster like Chief Zhang to ensure completion of their mission.
But, Instructor Li did not see Xu Changjing.
He then realized his right side along with his armor was covered in blood.
Blood dripped, and the body that sat standing on the deck with only the lower half of the torso left, having lost its upper half, was still upright.
This corpse, under the terrified gaze of Instructor Li and the turbulence of a flying shuttle lifting off, tipped backward, spurting clouds of blood mist.
“Old Xu————”
The scream in mid-air didn’t affect An Jing on the ground in the slightest; at this mont, he was swiftly packing up the Sword Box and then embarking once again on his escape.
This ti, no one would be able to track him through Divine Skill.
“White-robed Scholar…
still don’t know his na.”
An Jing felt so regret.
If he could know his na, he would surely keep it in mind as a footnote in the life of Hanging Fate Manor.
But An Jing also knew that all this would not end so simply.
The Demon Sect would definitely not give up the idea of bringing him back, and the next ti the Demon Sect made their move, it would certainly not be with such a hasty and makeshift team.
Not just the Demon Sect, either Da Chen or Heavenly Demon were probably also searching for his traces — this battle with the Demon Sect would surely draw their attention as well.
But that’s alright.
The next ti when the various forces of the Embracing the Void realm decide to move against him, An Jing would also have definitely gained more power from the Tianyuan Realm and the Sword Spirit.
Whether it’s better equipnt, more resources for cultivation, or entirely new spells and Martial Skills, it would be so.
In this race, he might not be able to win, but he wouldn’t lose either!
The cold wind of late autumn and early winter swept through.
An Jing’s figure disappeared among the vast mountains of the northwest.
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