Scourge Messenger

Chapter 195 Caged Hound
clang!
Suddenly, a startled cry rang out, and Xue Xiang had arrived on the other side of Prajna, holding a dark red longsword. He preferred to use a sword when killing, as if it made him appear as a superior person rather than a bloodthirsty demon.

“I’m well aware of your hatred, and I don’t mind if you kill those two bitches, but there’s one problem—” Bloodthirsty steel claws scraped across the longsword, emitting a piercing howl: “Bald monk, how can you guarantee you won’t be killed by me before you get your revenge? You don’t think betrayal goes unpunished, do you?”

"Of course, this humble monk is not so arrogant as to think that he can contend with the three of you, including the Rain Messenger who is even more superior to this humble monk," Prajna said leisurely. "If the Helan family had not already arrived, this humble monk would not have made a move immediately, but would have feigned compliance to stall you."

“But so much time has passed and the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator hasn’t come yet. Excluding the possibility that the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator came for a picnic, can I deduce this,” Beiyou said, “that the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator can’t even get in himself in order to maintain this cage? He can’t even attack. After all, he just shot an arrow from afar to the entrance of the Corpse Forest, which means that if he wanted to, his arrows could reach any part of the stronghold.”

Prajna narrowed her eyes slightly. "Beiyou, you are indeed very dangerous."

"I only have a slight understanding of the Foundation Establishment methods," Bei You said calmly. "A True Person is not an Immortal after all, and has not yet reached the point where they can do whatever they want. The stronger their power, the more constraints they will naturally face."

"So, even if we kill you, you bastard, here, the old bastard outside can only watch?" Blood Prime sneered. "That's the second piece of good news I've heard today."

“Bloodline,” Bei You said softly. “If a Foundation Establishment cultivator has a reconnaissance token, he is very likely to hear what you are saying—judging from his arrow just now, it can be basically confirmed that he has a reconnaissance token.”

Even the Pharmacist and the Bunny Girl couldn't help but look at the Blood Manifestation with reverence. How dare you call someone a Foundation Establishment bastard? Do you also have a Return Order?
"He wants us all dead, so why should we respect him?"

Although the blood test results say so, a closer look reveals that his legs are trembling slightly.

After all, it's one thing for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to want to kill you, and it's another thing for you to offend a Foundation Establishment cultivator. It's like if you find a bunch of cockroaches in the kitchen, you'd definitely want to kill them, but you wouldn't care too much if they disappeared. However, if a cockroach were to pounce on your face... you would probably use the cruelest methods in the world to execute this insect that dared to offend the heavens.

However, the pharmacist was now thinking of another question: if Foundation Establishment cultivators truly couldn't interfere with the formation, then how did the enemy intend to deal with them seizing Si Wuxie's inheritance? No matter how sturdy the cage, the prey wouldn't surrender willingly, unless…

A series of piercing screams echoed in the distance, growing louder and louder, like the desperate cries of a pack of wild beasts. With a deafening tremor that shook the very heavens and earth, the people facing off turned to find the Demon-Slaying Hall collapsed!
The most solid and magnificent demon-slaying hall in the stronghold, which was three stories high, seemed to have been destroyed from the inside. The entire building collapsed with a crash, and fragmented corpses flew out from inside, carrying rubble. Half of one of the corpses had disappeared, leaving only a few remnants. It was unimaginable what kind of terrifying attack the corpses had suffered.

"The Great Protector! It's the Great Protector!"

"Great Protector, save us! They've gone wild on the mountain!"

"The Northern Wanderer Boss! The Blood Path Boss! The Prajna Boss, they kill anyone they see, they don't take you seriously at all!"

"Great Protector, the stronghold is now sealed off by a barrier; they want to wipe everyone out!"

Dozens of demonic messengers escaped from the collapsed Demon-Slaying Hall. Although they shouted for the Great Protector to uphold justice, they did not run towards Prajna and the others. Instead, they huddled together and hid in all directions, trying to conceal their presence. This showed that they did not believe the Great Protector could defeat the enemy.

In the collapsed ruins, Helan Yu slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, his long sword stained with blood, his face full of arrogance. The silent Helan Xun followed closely behind, dragging a corpse with only the upper body in his left hand and casually tossing it aside.

"Oh!" Helan Yu spotted the bunny girl immediately: "Found her! The person the Ancestor ordered to be captured alive! Little girl, my name is Helan Yu, his name is Helan Xun, what's your name?"

Capture alive? Prajna frowned slightly, then relaxed.

The bunny girl stood before the pharmacist and calmly replied, "Bunny girl." "Then, are you willing to come with us? Well, according to the ancestor's instructions, you must first hand over the Return Order and all the tokens."

"I don't want to."

Helan Yu blinked, seemingly surprised: "Well, perhaps I didn't explain clearly. My ancestor was the Winter Hunting True Man, a Foundation Establishment Messenger, and he's right at the entrance of the stronghold. I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to come with us?"

“Then I’ll tell you one more time,” Bunny Girl said, looking at them, “I will not go with that old bastard from the Helan family.”

The demon messengers stared wide-eyed, the pharmacist felt a chill run down his spine, and only the Blood Prime secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He Lanyu's expression changed, and he stroked his chin: "Our ancestor has really given us a difficult problem... If we take action, it will be hard to guarantee that you will survive... I've got it."

"Hehe, you trash, I'm giving you a chance to live." He clapped his hands: "If any of you can capture this little girl alive, I'll let you go down the mountain and save you from death!"

He thought for a moment, then held up one hand: "Five! There can only be five people at most! No more than that!"

What? The pharmacist felt he had gone mad. There were more than a hundred demonic messengers in the Shu Road Mountains, and he actually said that only five people could leave alive? And it was unknown whether he would keep his promise.

But what shocked the apothecary even more was that even such a harsh and unreliable promise had actually tempted countless demonic messengers. They turned to look at the bunny girl, their eyes filled with greed and madness, as if they were staring at the only thread of hope that could save them!
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the dust and ruins, wielding a dagger and stabbing towards Helan Xun's back. It was none other than the demonic messenger who had come to Beiyou to deliver the message!

"Coming to Shudao Mountain to cause trouble? You're asking for death!" The demonic messenger plunged the short sword into his heart, then immediately pulled it out and retreated, laughing wildly, "Remember, the one who killed you is named Yu Haotian!"

When the heart is pierced, a person will immediately experience weakness in their limbs, confusion, and then die from blood loss—without exception! No matter how powerful someone may seem, they're still just a beast who dies with a single stab! They'll just watch their wounds and struggle painfully to their death!
However, to Yu Haotian's surprise, Helan Xun completely ignored his injuries and turned to rush towards him!
How could he possibly make that movement with his heart pierced? It must be a final burst of energy before death; he'll be gone soon—

Snapped!
Helan Xun swung his spear and struck directly. Even though Yu Haotian tried to block with his short sword, his sword was destroyed and he died instantly. He was broken in half by the spear, and his chest cavity was crushed into a pulp by the terrifying force, like a mosquito being squeezed out!

No wonder the Demon-Slaying Hall collapsed. This power is far beyond the limits of mortals. Even a flick of the finger could shatter the defensive barrier that the messenger relies on!
What's even more terrifying is that Helan Xun's heart injury is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it hadn't been affected at all, as if mocking everyone that it was just a minor fatal injury.

The physical attacks that the Demon Messenger prides itself on are utterly meaningless to them!
"Hey, hey, what are you all standing there for?" Helan Yu said with some dissatisfaction, "It seems that you won't work unless I give you a good beating... If you don't do anything, your only value is to feed my Qingfeng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Helan Yu suddenly charged towards one of the demonic messengers. He was so fast that there was no time to escape. The demonic messengers could only barely raise their weapons to block his attacks. The others took the opportunity to attack him from other directions. However, Helan Yu seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to their struggles. He let the attacks fall on him and then swung his sword!
Weapons were broken, armor was shattered, and flesh was easily sliced ​​open like tofu; hands were severed, and heads were severed!

He wasn't killing people, but rather mowing grass. As for the demon messenger's counterattack, it was nothing more than a slight brush against the weeds.

Tokens of power, defensive barriers, and arcane techniques—all these seem like mere illusions in the face of absolute and desperate violence!

As the apothecary watched this scene, he suddenly recalled the hunting activities that the Northerners loved most. Fast riders would drive the prey into an area, establish a blockade outside to prevent the prey from escaping, and then the nobles would release their hunting dogs. They only needed to ride their horses and stroll through the woods, and the hunting dogs would naturally drive the prey to them.

This cage is the hunting ground, and the two people from the Helan family are the hunting dogs!
(End of this chapter)