Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 584 "Execution".

As Lei Wanjiao finished speaking, the bandits' laughter grew increasingly unrestrained.

This isn't the first or second time that the Thirty-Eight Villages have done something like this.

There were plenty of officials from Donghan County willing to recruit them; they had seven or eight badges just for officers and battalion commanders.

Behind the canyon.

On the blood-red altar, three figures clad in dark gold scale armor stood with their hands behind their backs.

The withered old man on the left, with crimson soul threads wrapped around his fingertips, sneered: "Although Lei Wanjiao is a scoundrel who is greedy and despicable, he has recruited quite a few scoundrels for the Great Wei over the years."

His aura collided and vibrated with the surrounding clouds and mist, actually managing to condense half a foot of nothingness around him.

This is the scene of a Grandmaster, isolated from the power of the Great Dao.

Not only him, but the other two were the same.

Three Grandmasters!
On the right, the bronze seal hanging at the waist of the burly, bearded man glowed with an eerie light, its skull imprint gleaming. He turned to look at the imposing figure in the center: "Elder Yuwen, if Zhang Qingyang truly surrenders..."

"He killed Yuwen Jue." The purple-bearded elder in the middle slowly raised his hand, and the wolf head formed from blood jade marrow in his palm exploded with a bang, the flying crystal fragments drawing the Big Dipper pattern on his black robe. "Have you forgotten the rules of the Heavenly Wolf Guard?"

Entrusted with life and death, to repay blood debts in blood.

The two grandmasters exchanged a glance and slowly nodded.

Three zhang below the altar, five young men and women dressed in coarse linen clothes huddled in a crevice between rocks.

The girl in the pale yellow dress clutched the blood-stained corner of her sleeve tightly, her voice trembling: "Lord Qingyang shouldn't have come."

“He did it for my Snow Cloud Sect…” Another youth clenched his fists, his face flushed.

The one-armed boy beside her pressed the hilt of his broken sword against the rock wall, his eyes bloodshot, and he growled through gritted teeth: "Are you really going to rely on such reckless imperial lackeys to avenge the lives of eight hundred disciples of the Snow Cloud Sect?"

All eyes immediately turned to the white-clad youth at the innermost side.

Gu Qingzhou.

Everyone's expression was complicated.

If it weren't for Gu Qingzhou, the Snow Cloud Sect might not have been destroyed, right?
But if it comes to avenging the Snow Cloud Sect, perhaps only Gu Qingzhou can do it.

Gu Qingzhou lowered her head and rubbed the blood-red ice cone in her palm, the frost on her hair flickering with her breath.

As the rock face trembled with Lei Wanjiao's arrogant laughter, he gripped the ice spike tightly, crimson lines winding along the patterns of the dark ice: "If Zhang Qingyang dies today—"

The boy raised his eyes and saw the outline of a wooden carriage ten miles away. A sword light flickered deep in his pupils: "I, Gu Qingzhou, will exhaust all the underworld and slaughter the entire Seven Profound Sword Pavilion."

A pale, bitter smile curved his blood-stained lips. He lowered his head, a look of desolation flashing in his eyes: "If he surrenders..."

The ice cone exploded into dust with a deafening roar, and the sword energy carved a three-zhang-deep furrow into the rock wall: "One day I will personally send off the Marquis at his funeral."

The girl in the pale yellow dress hurriedly covered his blood-soaked hand, only to find that the wound was consuming the fluorescent light of the surrounding blood jade marrow.

On the altar, the Grandmaster standing at the forefront glanced at Gu Qingzhou before looking at the battlefield ahead.

Three hundred cavalrymen stood solemnly.

Inside the wooden carriage, Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

It was as if the clamor of Lei Wanjiao and the tens of thousands of bandits was like a mountain breeze.

This is utter contempt.

ignore.

Lei Wanjiao slowly raised his hand, and the surrounding clamor of laughter gradually subsided.

"Does the Marquis look down on his brothers who came from humble origins?" Lei Wanjiao's centipede-shaped scars twitched violently, and his ghost-headed saber suddenly stirred up a bloody gust of wind. "Will you only feel satisfied when three hundred soldiers' battle robes are stained with blood?"

Where the blade pointed, the blood-red jade reflected the image of more than ten poisoned crossbows among the bandits. "Or perhaps—"

His single eye suddenly narrowed into slits like a venomous snake: "You want me to lead my brothers to slaughter three villages downstream, as a proper testament to your loyalty, Lord Marquis?" *Clang—*

Yin Jiuyou's Soul-Hooking Rope emitted a hissing sound like a venomous dragon spitting its tongue, and his eyes surged with killing intent.

Jin Yuelin's sword was already three inches out of its sheath.

The murderous aura of the three hundred Xuanjia warriors solidified, forcing the blood mist within a ten-zhang radius into ice crystals that fell in a flurry.

According to the rules of the Qin Dynasty, the duty of the military was to guard.

They can die in battle, but they cannot let innocent civilians die tragically.

Lei Wanjiao's words crossed the line for the Qin army.

The wooden frame remained silent.

Lei Wan cleaved the reclining ox stone beside him with his ghost-headed saber, gritted his teeth, and roared, "Marquis Qingyang! I'm giving you a chance to earn military merit—"

Before the words had even finished, a single word finally came from the vehicle in front.

"punish."

诛！
A cold smile tugged at the corner of Jin Yuelin's mouth beneath his iron mask, and his Mo Dao drew a crescent-shaped arc in the blood-red mist.

Almost simultaneously, the three hundred armored cavalrymen flipped their wrists, and the triggers of the crossbows beside their saddles opened like a sudden storm—

Armor-piercing arrow!
Three thousand armor-piercing arrows transformed into a black rain, piercing through the bodies of bandits who were almost within reach and had nowhere to hide.

These bandits who raided villages, harassed the people, robbed caravans, and looted in the eastern border had never seen the true elite troops of the Great Qin.
They simply did not understand the magnificent power of the Qin battle formation.
At least a thousand bandits were pinned to the blood-red rock face in that instant.

"Crush that chassis for me!" Lei Wanjiao roared, his eyes gleaming with madness.

Tens of thousands of bandits surged like a black tide over the jagged rock pillars, their poisoned crossbows gleaming with a chilling blue light amidst the blood mist.

The shirtless strongmen at the front row swung their spiked maces, which were studded with bone spurs, smashing the rock pillars blocking their way into dust, with the rubble pouring down like a torrential rain.

"Wedge formation!"

As Jin Yuelin roared, the Black Rider formation instantly snapped shut.

The three riders at the forefront, clad in black armor, formed an iron wall, while the riders behind them advanced in layers, instantly transforming into a hundred-foot-long black iron spear.

Jin Yuelin charged forward, his sword held horizontally against the horse's neck, the sparks flying as the blade rubbed against the black armor, leaving a crimson trail in the blood-red canyon.

"boom!"

The moment the triangular cone formation crashed into the bandit horde, the wall of blades formed by the long swords instantly shredded the bandits within a thirty-zhang radius into a bloody mist.

The black armor inlaid with demon-suppressing patterns shattered the poisoned crossbow, and the bone-spike mace broke like straws before the torrent of war cavalry.

Jin Yuelin's blade whipped up a blood-red hurricane, and the Soul-Hooking Rope shot out like a poisonous dragon from the gaps in the Xuanjia armor, piercing the throat of the bandit who tried to climb onto the horse's back and dragging him away.

On the altar behind, the pupils of the three grandmasters shrank almost simultaneously.

This wasn't a bandit suppression operation; it was a heavy cavalry charge and slaughter!

The triangular pyramid formation would change direction and turn every ten zhang it advanced, like a black dragon swinging its tail, tearing the bandit formation to pieces.

The poisoned, dark blue arrows struck the Xuanjia armor, only to be shattered into dust by the Qiongqi phantom rising from the army formation.

"The Great Qin Army Formation..." Beneath the altar, the one-armed boy swallowed his shock as his Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes shining with hope.

Everyone else clenched their fists and held their breath.

Gu Qingzhou looked up and saw Jin Yuelin leading his black cavalry, who had already broken through the bandits. His sword energy scraped deep marks into the blood jade marrow rock wall. With a shout, the cavalry turned around with a roar.

Three hundred black-clad riders galloped like thunder, shattering rock pillars in their wake, once again tearing a bloody tunnel through the tens of thousands of bandits like a curtain being ripped open.

(End of this chapter)