Chapter 990: Chapter 148: Saber Dyed in Blood (2/2)
Sun Ren, who had collapsed to the side, stared with wide eyes and let out a low growl and roar from his throat. Suddenly, he launched himself forward, his head heavily hitting the back of the gaunt man’s waist, causing him to stagger.
The man was in high spirits, but being thus interrupted, he was furious. He turned around and kicked Sun Ren to the ground. Unexpectedly, the latter seed fearless, emitting bestial roars from his throat, his eyes red, and his arms clinging tightly to the man’s leg, refusing to let go no matter how hard he was beaten.
This middle-aged man, too old to endure the hardships of the Jianghu, who could no longer ride a horse, suddenly displayed resilience and strength comparable to that of a Martial Artist.
The gaunt man was enraged, and with his right hand clenched into a fist like a hamr, he pounded down hard, saying, “Let go!”
“I said let go!”
Sun Ren’s face flushed, the veins on his forehead bulged like angry snakes, his eyes filled with tenderness and pain as he looked at his silently crying daughter, blood already dripping from the corner of his mouth.
There were others in the prison cell, huddled in the corner, glancing at the scene and lowering their heads, their faces and eyes expressionless and numb.
The gaunt man sneered, raising his right hand, elbow bent, like a chisel aid at Sun Ren’s temple, pausing before slamming down viciously.
But when the elbow ca down, it struck nothing, causing the gaunt man to pause in surprise. He then felt a chill on his arm, and monts later, he saw his arm flying away. A brief confusion set in, and he clutched his severed arm, screaming in pain.
The wooden door was shattered open from the outside.
A gust of cold wind swept in, bringing a dim view outside into the otherwise dark and dank cell. The oppressive clouds hung low, making the mountains look gloomy as if rain was imminent. The buildings and trees appeared in a cold, ashen hue.
Footsteps approached.
A young man in black clothing, draped in an ink-colored cloak, entered step by step, one hand holding a saber and the other guiding a horse. The wind billowed his cloak, blowing it backward like a vast, low-pressing sky.
The prisoners’ breathing montarily halted.
Then they saw behind the young man, a group of mountain bandits and Martial Artists, so of whom were elite who had survived a raid. Sun Ren realized that Wang Anfeng was not traveling with them today, and anger flared in his wide eyes.
At this mont, the bandits exchanged glances, seemingly making a resolution. They shouted and leaped up, weapons in hand, slashing towards the young man’s back. The youth in black did not turn back and, with a flick of his right hand, wielded a dark heavy blade backward.
More than a dozen people were sent flying.
He stepped in with wide strides, slanting his saber to strike down the man with the severed arm, while simultaneously positioning himself beside Sun Xiaoyan to shield her from the bloody scene. Sun Ren’s lips trembled slightly, as he looked up and asked:
“You are…”
It had only been a few hours since they last t, yet his voice was already hoarse.
Wang Anfeng, calm in action, raised his hand, and with a swipe over the chains locked around their ankles, the thick chains shattered instantly. He then took dicine from his coat and administered it to them, asking:
“Can you move down the mountain now?”
The dicine took effect in his body, and Sun Ren struggled to stand, supporting his wife, nodding heavily. Wang Anfeng picked up Sun Xiaoyan in his arms, her small body light and trembling slightly.
As they walked out the door, they found themselves surrounded by many more n and horses.
This was the foremost Great Stronghold within a radius of hundreds of miles, with many subordinates. Sun Ren gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up a steel saber, and his wife clutched a dagger in her hand. Wang Anfeng’s eyes showed indifference as he held the saber in his right hand, handing the little girl in his arms to her mother.
Sun Xiaoyan’s eyes were fixed on him.
Wang Anfeng’s left hand moved slightly, and his cloak suddenly fell, revealing bright Kui Thunder patterns swaying like ripples, obscuring the little girl’s sight.
The saber in his hand rose up.
He paused for a beat.
Then the saber light rose like a surging tide.
In the following period, Sun Ren experienced the most dangerous yet tranquil monts of his life, as no matter how many enemies surged forward, they seed to crash against the rocks, being cut down by blades of light.
Even when he was already standing on the ground, he still felt a dreamlike illusion, his feet slightly floating as if stepping on air.
Wang Anfeng then brought out two horses for them and said lightly:
“My steeds will take you to the nearest city for settlent.”
“After that, go straight to Xiong City.”
Sun Ren ca to his senses, throwing down the saber in his hand, and knelt down in a grand bow, choking out:
“I don’t know how to repay this life-saving grace. Please accept my gratitude with a bow, and I wish I could offer a fortune!”
The woman also bowed, tugging at the still sowhat bewildered little girl.
The little girl bit her lip, raised her hand to remove the butterfly hairpin, and offered it forward, saying:
“Thank you, Uncle…”
It was her most precious belonging.
Sun Ren, in panic, was about to pull away his daughter’s hand when he saw that the always cold youth ahead actually reached out to take the hairpin, playing with it.
A hand that wielded a saber for killing, relentless in its bloodshed, now gently fixed the hairpin in the little girl’s dark hair. He then looked at the wealthy rchant who wished to reward with gold, his voice still indifferent, saying:
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