Chapter 198
Chapter 198
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 198
>Chapter Title: Dragon Soars
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Looking at the convict soldiers charging toward them, Li Huowang instantly understood.
These beasts had no intention of distinguishing anyone—they wanted to slaughter the entire town!
“Dong~! Dong~! Dong~!” The war drums pounded on every heart.
Amid ghostly wails and wolfish howls, the convict soldiers surged forward, charging at the unarmed lambs like a pack of starving wolves.
Li Huowang eyed the dense mass of over a thousand convict soldiers ahead and quickly dismissed the idea of decapitating their leader.
The odds of success were too low, and with enemies unknown, he had no clue about the woman’s strength.
Judging solely from Wang Deqiu’s skills earlier, though, her power was undoubtedly formidable.
“Right now, the best move is to let everyone else escape this place alive.” With his path decided, Li Huowang blended into the crowd and rushed toward the town center.
He wanted to get back fast, and so did everyone else—everything around was chaos.
When he finally reached the town center, a piercing whistle shrieked from behind.
As everyone instinctively turned, they saw the female general pointing her long halberd at them.
A crisp voice exploded in every ear. “Heaven-Earth Rear Charge, Dragon Shifts Within, Soaring Dragon Formation! Kill!”
“Kill!!” All the convict soldiers roared, accelerating their charge into the town.
This roar utterly shattered the civilians’ courage, emptying their minds as they turned into nothing but fleeing livestock.
Before the convict soldiers even closed in, many were trampled to death.
“Puchi.” Sharp blades pierced bodies with precision, effortlessly claiming lives.
When these killing machines, meant to fight enemies, faced defenseless commoners, their efficiency was terrifying.
Lives fell like harvested wheat, patch after patch.
The convict soldiers clearly relished the slaughter, swallowing saliva at the sight of splashing blood and flesh.
Li Huowang wove through the packed crowd but kept getting blocked.
With no other choice, he leaped onto the rooftops and finally found a way back.
Leaping across high and low tiles, Li Huowang reached their previous spot.
Seeing everyone still there, not fleeing blindly with the mob, Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief.
They simply didn’t know what was happening yet, standing there anxiously, watching the others run through the streets.
“Thud!” Li Huowang dropped from the sky, startling everyone.
“Move! No questions—I'll explain on the road. They're coming! Get out of this town! The faster, the better!”
Though still confused, no one dared argue with Li Huowang’s grim expression. They hurriedly hitched the wagons.
The wagons rolled, sweeping the group forward.
Seizing the moment, Li Huowang hurriedly recounted what he’d seen.
“How dare they! How dare they! Those murderers!!” Jinshan Xun trembled with rage, face ashen.
Hearing this, Li Huowang scanned his face, suspicions confirmed. “You know them? With your status, can you make them stop?”
He’d never known the old man’s identity, always so secretive. If he was someone important, he might actually resolve this crisis.
Jinshan Xun shook his head dejectedly. “If convict soldiers are massacring the town, no solution works anymore.”
“Useless talk won’t help. If you don’t want to die, hurry up!”
Li Huowang’s group headed for the north gate.
He knew convict soldiers blocked that way too, but at least the female commander wasn’t there—the chance of escape was higher.
Swaying amid the crowd, Li Huowang suddenly saw the forward-fleeing masses turn and run back.
“Zhao Wu! Hold the reins! Don’t let the horses panic now!”
The wagons bobbed like wooden boats in rapids, inching forward under their efforts.
Suddenly, the “rapids” vanished.
Li Huowang looked up just as a cold gleam stabbed toward his neck.
Twisting aside, he spotted the weapon’s owner—the “prisoner” tattoo on his face marked him.
They’d finally clashed with the rear encirclement of convict soldiers.
Li Huowang swung his sword hard, cleaving man and weapon in two.
“Break through! Once we’re past their encirclement, we have a shot at surviving!”
Gripping his sword, Li Huowang charged the convict soldiers.
The others didn’t lag, rushing up swiftly.
The convict soldiers were caught off guard by Li Huowang’s group.
They never imagined a theater troupe hiding such a formidable bunch.
Overwhelming strength—soon dozens littered the ground.
But the convict soldiers quickly adapted, coordinating and using spears to pin them down.
Relying on numbers, they held against Li Huowang’s assault.
“Can’t drag this out.” Li Huowang yanked out his cast iron tongs, clamped his mouth, and wrenched. Agonizing pain hit, mingled with an indescribable, excruciating sourness.
The Great Thousand Record unfurled; the two teeth spun wildly toward the convict soldiers, exploding among them.
Countless white bone shards burrowed into flesh, unleashing screams. A huge swath of convict soldiers collapsed instantly.
“Ding ding ding~!!” Earsplitting temple bells rang out.
The descending Wandering Lord darted through the convict soldiers.
Double assault worked fast—Li Huowang soon spotted the dirt road beyond the thinning foes.
“Finally—” The thought formed when a bone-chilling killing intent enveloped him.
The aura crushed him, demanding surrender, breakdown.
Li Huowang’s sharp instincts screamed danger. He tried to move, but ice encased his body—he couldn’t budge.
A dragon’s roar rose from his sword, breaking the aura’s lock.
As Li Huowang rolled away, a shrill whoosh pierced the air.
A massive halberd spun through, smashing into his former spot.
Flying stones pelted his face, stinging.
Sensing something, Li Huowang turned toward the source.
“Clop clop clop!” A heavily armored warhorse bore the female general, thundering over trampled bodies.
Its four sturdy legs were dyed blood-red, matching Li Huowang’s Daoist robes.
As she neared, dread surged in every heart—something forced their bodies to kneel in submission.
“Heh, finally flushed you out, Si Qi spies.” The woman’s voice carried satisfaction.
“I’ll say it again—this sword was a gift from someone else! I’m not a Si Qi spy!”
“You carry a Right family sword. Peng Longteng says you’re spies, so you’re spies, damn it! As for truth or lies—what’s that got to do with me?”
(End of chapter)