Chapter 159
Chapter 159
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 159
>Chapter Title: Er Bing
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“Quick, look! I’ve forced that guy out! He’s the lunatic from the Sitting Oblivion Dao! Danyangzi! Those clansmen and brothers of yours who were skinned with mercury and planted in the dirt—it was all this man’s doing!”
Standing at the front of the crowd, Er Bing pointed imposingly at Li Huowang on top of the carriage and shouted loudly.
“You liar!!”
The other party’s preemptive strike nearly made Li Huowang spit blood from anger. This swindler could lie without batting an eye, and in the blink of an eye, he himself had become a member of the Sitting Oblivion Dao.
“This woman is the one from the Sitting Oblivion Dao! She can disguise herself as anyone’s face! You’ve all been fooled by her!”
Li Huowang shouted the truth loudly at the others.
However, not a single person outside the carriage was willing to listen to him.
One of them, wearing a Nuo opera mask, glared at Li Huowang with extreme hatred.
“You killed our people! Then you sent that old man to probe us, and after that, you even rushed into someone else’s home alone, spouting mad ravings and threats!”
“Now that death is staring you in the face, you want to sow discord and make us turn on each other! Keep dreaming! You really think us Lai clansmen are pushovers?! Danyangzi!”
As soon as he said this, it immediately riled up the tattooed-faced bandits holding horsewhips beside him.
“Pah! You damn monkey! You dare kill my brother?! Just you wait—when you fall into our hands, see how we deal with you!”
Li Huowang wanted to explain something, but they had no intention of listening. Under Er Bing’s goading, they all picked up their weapons one after another, led their horses, and charged toward the wagon formation.
“Boom!” The carriage was rammed so hard it shifted several inches sideways, its body already cracking.
The Lv Family Troupe behind the carriage huddled together in fear, shrinking into a ball and wailing.
In the chaos, a familiar scream made Li Huowang whip his head around instantly.
He saw a barbed crossbow bolt graze past Bai Lingmiao’s right shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and skin.
Seeing the wound on the girl’s body, this sight made Li Huowang’s eyes nearly burst. It felt as if the wound had appeared on his own body.
Without another word, he leaped straight down toward the thundering herd of horses in front of him.
“How many times do I have to say it?! You’ve all been fucking tricked!”
A flash of cold light accompanied the horses’ neighs and the men’s screams as man and horse alike were cleaved in two before him.
Li Huowang’s swordsmanship was rapidly becoming proficient in this moment. Nothing was better practice than live people.
“Give me back my grandson’s life!” Li Huowang’s longsword swung back swiftly, sending an old man crashing to the ground.
“Aaah!! He was only six! What did he ever do wrong?! He was our family’s only shoot! What right did you have to kill him?!”
Even with blood pouring from his chest and death imminent, the man still lunged forward, wrapping around Li Huowang’s leg and viciously gnashing at it with the dozen sharp teeth bursting from his mouth.
“How many times do I have to say it?! I didn’t kill him!!”
“Bang bang bang!” The frenzied Li Huowang stomped down again and again, crushing the old man’s head flat.
Another Sweeping Across the Thousand Armies halved a young man. As Li Huowang killed more and more, his sword grew smoother in his hand, and the killing intent in his heart boiled ever higher.
Li Huowang’s senses were all extremely sharp right now. Logically, finding Er Bing in the crowd should have been quick work.
But at this moment, that ability was completely useless. The other party had somehow concealed their presence.
Clenching his cheeks so hard his teeth nearly cracked, Li Huowang swept his killing gaze continuously over the crowd before him. “Er Bing!!”
A woman wearing a copper coin mask emerged from the crowd. She removed the mask, flashed a charming smile, then quickly ducked back behind a tall, burly bandit.
“Sitting Oblivion Dao lunatic, you who’ve done evil without end—you’re dead today!”
*The Grand Thousand Records* unfurled with a clatter as Li Huowang pulled out his cast-iron tongs.
Three white molars inscribed with characters shot out, exploding in midair. The sharp tooth fragments pierced the filthy leather armor and wooden mask.
This sent the previously organized cavalry into instant chaos, also forcing Er Bing at the back of the crowd into his view once more.
Li Huowang moved to charge, but the others nearby clearly weren’t going to let him. They surged forward again to block.
Seeing the figure about to escape, Li Huowang—blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—steeled himself and raised his sword. This time, he aimed it at his own forearm.
Just as he was about to swing down, a tall figure blocked the path between those people and Li Huowang.
It was Gao Zhijian wielding a massive club. Roaring, he slammed down the spiked club hard, sending red and white matter flying through the air.
“Please~ possess~ him~~”
Amid the drumbeats, a woman with a red veil covering her head rushed forward. The ferocious beast mouth hidden by the veil easily bit through the man’s neck.
Next came Chun Xiaoman, holding a bloody sword in one hand. Panting as she reached Li Huowang’s side, she said: “Senior Brother Li! We’re here to help you!”
Seeing the fellow disciples growing stronger before his eyes, Li Huowang lowered his sword. “Good! Charge with me! That woman is the key! This is all her doing!”
In the chaos of war cries, bone-cracking sounds, and clashing metal, their distance from Er Bing kept closing.
Seeing she truly had nowhere left to hide, Er Bing chuckled and suddenly turned to charge right at them.
No one expected this. A glint of cold light shot from her sleeve. Li Huowang swiftly raised his sword to block.
An iron die trailing fire soared high, faint talisman patterns visible on its surface.
Er Bing pinched her fingers in a mudra and yanked upward. The iron die spun rapidly before smashing straight into Gao Zhijian’s temple nearby.
“Fool!”
“Gao Zhijian!!”
The massive body crashed heavily to the ground, his pupils gradually dilating.
“How interesting~ hehehe, that’s it—how can it be fun without a few deaths~”
Laughing, Er Bing drew two sets of black pai gow tiles from her sleeve.
One hand cradling the tiles, the other pinching a mudra as she chanted: “Seven-eight skip nine~ nine means poison hand~ gold four silver five little stool, heaven-earth pair up, water four-five-six~”
The two sets of pai gow tiles softened and stretched like mud, slipping through her fingernail gaps to the ground and burrowing into the soil.
But just as the tiles had burrowed halfway, something utterly unexpected happened to Er Bing.
A three-fingered arm burst from the earth, clutching the two mushy tiles. With a squelch, it plunged straight into Er Bing’s abdomen.
Spitting blood, Er Bing looked up in shock to see Li Huowang, kneeling on one knee in the distance, slowly rising to his feet. His left arm was now completely gone.
The severed arm clamped down like steel, tighter and tighter, until it snapped Er Bing’s waist clean in two.
(End of chapter)