Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 151 Blood Donkey Cart
Qingxiang Village is located seventy miles north of Luoyang. Although it is close to the northern frontier, the area is lush with flowers and trees. A waterfall cascades down from the mountaintop, turning into intertwined streams in the valley, nourishing the entire peach grove.

Therefore, the peach blossoms in Qingxiang Village are very famous, especially in March when the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

A vibrant scene of life, with everything flourishing.

It was late at night, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky.

A spring breeze swept by, and for a moment, petals fell like snow, a vibrant mix of red and white.

As peach blossoms fall, the scene shifts downwards, revealing a donkey cart parked beneath the peach grove.

Hongxiu looked at Ding'an with a serious expression.

Ding'an also looked at Hongxiu with a tragic expression.

"Sever your hand, are you ready?" The little beggar clenched his fists, his big eyes blinking.

Ding An nodded heavily: "Come on!"

"Coming!"

The little beggar raised his hands high and cheered as he threw himself into Ding'an's arms: "I'm ready!"

Ding An tightly wrapped his left arm around the little beggar, pointed his prosthetic arm at the ground, and looked at the white-robed man eating melons nearby: "Crippled man?"

Ren Shaoyang finished eating the melon, casually stuffed the rind into Da Miao's mouth, and gave a thumbs up: "I'm ready too!"

Ding An nodded: "Okay!"

Activating the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill," a surge of fiery energy flowed into the prosthetic arm, causing all the scales on its surface to open up.

The prosthetic arm moved like sparks splashing water, sending up plumes of white steam.

"Rise!" Ding'an pressed down sharply, and a powerful force surged back, bursting into flames. With a "whoosh," Ding'an and Hongxiu shot up like rockets, leaping seven or eight zhang high.

"Severed hand, no, don't stay still! Change, change direction!" The little beggar hugged Ding'an's waist and shouted loudly.

"Oh!" Ding An suddenly realized that the two were about to fall, so he circulated his internal energy again and pushed his prosthetic hand behind him.

With a strange whooshing sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the two were propelled eastward like shooting stars, leaving a white trail behind them.

Ren Shaoyang, Da Miao, and the white donkey all looked over, finding it all novel.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from afar, three long and one short, sharp and like birdsong.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "This is really affecting my mood."

At this moment, another whooshing sound came from afar. Ren Shaoyang listened carefully and realized that it was coming from the east and south of the peach blossom forest. At least two groups of people were rushing towards this direction.

The whistling sound grew closer and closer.

Ren Shao turned his head and saw Ding An and the little beggar propelling themselves through the air with fiery energy, accelerating three times in a row and flying wildly to the left and right.

Suddenly, Ding'an lost his balance and fell hard.

The two men's excitement immediately turned into screams and cries of terror.

"Crippled man, crippled man, help me!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, stretched out his arm, and a sword thread shot out, the figure had already disappeared from the spot.

brush!
The white figure appeared beside the two, holding one in each hand, and tossed them onto a nearby tree.

With two sharp thuds, Ding'an and Hongxiu, like two koalas, clung to the tree trunk on all fours, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Ren Shaoyang turned around, his white figure moving like smoke and dust under the moonlight, shooting off in the east and south directions.

Ding'an and Hongxiu embraced a tree and gazed into the distance.

The torches in those two directions flickered wildly, looking like two fire dragons from a distance.

Suddenly, shouts, screams, the sound of weapons falling, cries of alarm, pleas for mercy, and the sound of corpses hitting the ground echoed throughout the entire peach grove almost instantly.

A waterfall of peach blossoms shot into the sky!

The torch fell to the ground, its light dazzling and creating a moment of breathtaking beauty.

In just a few breaths, the petals continued to fall, yet had not yet settled.

But suddenly all the fire went out.

The world was completely silent.

A small white dot appeared in the distance and suddenly grew larger.

Ren Shaoyang walked out from under the moonlight, a peach blossom in his hand, and said with a smile, "Aren't you coming down?"

Hongxiu chuckled, "Crippled man, I'm coming down!" She pounced and landed in Ren Shaoyang's arms with a thud.

The little beggar looked up, pointed at the peach blossom with delight, and asked in a sweet voice, "Is it for me?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled, picked her up, and walked back to the donkey cart.

I casually tucked a peach blossom into her hair.

Hongxiu happily shook her head, wrapped her arms around Ren Shaoyang's neck, and said sweetly, "Good cripple!"

Then, a whistling sound came from above, and scorching heat hit my face.

The two looked up and their faces lit up with joy.

But then Ding Anyi pushed forward, and the donkey landed in the cart like a rocket, startling the white donkey.

Ren Shaoyang put Hongxiu in the car and said to Ding An, "Broken hand, your progress is too great."

Ding An chuckled and said, "It's alright, but this move consumes too much internal energy, so I can only use it at short distances, and it doesn't provide much assistance."

"What's the big deal?" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand. "We can improve it further, and we can keep thinking about it." As he spoke, he patted the carriage. "Even if we don't fly, we can still speed up the donkey cart!"

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Hongxiu and Ding'an were both completely bewildered.

"The donkey cart is accelerating?" Hongxiu asked. "What do you mean?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "The Ding'an prosthetic arm can be used for flight propulsion, so of course it can also be used for vehicle propulsion!"

Hongxiu's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands, saying, "Yes, that's a great suggestion!"

Ding An muttered, "Is it even possible to do that?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Why not? Come on, let me tell you the story of Fast and Furious."

As they were talking, the donkey cart and the tiger were already moving forward side by side.

In the darkness, tiny sparks of light could be seen spewing out from time to time.

A gasp followed, and the distant roar of a tiger echoed through the air—
After an unknown amount of time, dozens more martial artists rushed into the peach grove.

The leader was an old man who was no more than five feet tall, carrying a six-foot-long iron staff, with a ferocious expression.

"Where are they? Where are they?!"

As soon as he arrived at the peach grove, he began to search left and right, roaring loudly.

Someone behind him whispered, "That's Wang Yuanlang from the 'Iron Staff Sect' in Luoyang. He originally sent his disciples here to ambush those three, but it's said..." Before he could finish speaking, the old man turned around with bloodshot eyes and shouted sharply, "Which bastard is gossiping behind my back? Don't you want to live?!"

The roar was like a thunderclap, causing the peach blossoms to flutter down.

This also silenced everyone present.

Just then, someone in the distance called out, "This, this!"

Wang Yuanlang's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the iron staff and ran. When the crowd behind him saw this, they all followed.

However, one could see severed soldiers and limbs, broken trees and cracked rocks everywhere, as if a hurricane had swept through.

The sight was shocking, yet the crowd remained undaunted and continued onward.

After turning a few corners, we came to an open space.

Under the moonlight, not a single living person was to be seen; broken swords and shattered blades littered the ground, and corpses were scattered everywhere. Those dressed mostly as members of the Iron Staff Sect were all decapitated, their condition utterly gruesome.

"It's over, it's all over!"

With a clang, the iron staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Overwhelmed with remorse, Wang Yuanlang cried out and knelt down, weeping bitterly.

Seeing this, everyone felt a sense of sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of its kin.

Someone spat out, "Damn it, what kind of demonic method is this? Dozens of people! Even pigs would take forever to slaughter!"

Someone went forward to check and saw seven or eight corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. They squatted down and tore open their clothes, and saw a red spot on their chest, running from front to back, but not a drop of blood had seeped out.

The man felt a chill run down his spine. He reached out and touched the Iron Staff Sect disciple, only to find that his body was limp and weak, clearly indicating that his bones had been shattered by a powerful blow, with not a single bone intact.

The man was shocked and exclaimed, "No, could it be that this one wound shattered all the bones in a person's body?"

The others also stepped forward to check, and found that without exception, all of them had red spots on their chests and their bones were completely broken.

"Holy crap, what kind of kung fu is that?" someone exclaimed, slapping himself repeatedly. "That was clearly a single strike that pierced through more than a dozen people. It was like, like they were strung together with needles!"

At this moment, the moonlight was shrouded in dark clouds, making the entire peach grove dark, cold, and eerie, like hell.

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled, causing peach blossoms to fall in a flurry, like paper money.

Everyone trembled and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ren Shaoyang!

Wang Yuanlang suddenly jumped up and shouted to the sky, "It must have been Ren Shaoyang who did it! What other weapon besides the 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon' could have such an effect!"

"That's right!" Everyone suddenly realized.

Legend has it that the divine sword can extend or retract in size, and when hard, it is indestructible; when soft, it is as supple as a ribbon.

Only such divine weapons could cause such miraculous carnage!
"Hmph!" someone sneered. "The Dragon-Capturing Sword has fallen into the hands of such a demon, truly a disgrace to the divine sword!"

"Yes, we cannot stand idly by. Even if we have to combine the strength of both the righteous and the evil, we must retrieve the divine sword and bring those three demons to justice!"

“That’s right!” Wang Yuanlang shouted fiercely, “He killed dozens of members of my Iron Staff Sect, and we have a blood feud! I, Wang Yuanlang, swear here and now that I will never let him live under the same sky!”

"Well said!"

"Sect Leader Wang is truly impressive!"

"Go, Master Wang!"

Wang Yuanlang's voice grew louder and louder, and he jumped up and down shouting, "Ren Shaoyang, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Just then, someone exclaimed "Eh!"

"You dare to insult me?"

A loud "boom" rang out!
Everyone was horrified. They looked up and saw a blazing fire suddenly bursting into the distance!
Then came a heart-stopping braying of a donkey!

The donkey's bray was truly deafening, shaking everyone to their core and causing them to freeze in shock.
Then, as the light and shadow reflected, the blood-stained white donkey, with its tongue lolling out and eyes glaring, came galloping towards them, dragging a donkey cart engulfed in flames.

As they approached, the white donkey reared up and let out another long howl, its momentum unmatched.

Then the fiery donkey cart drove into the crowd, and the strong wind it brought with it, along with the flames, crashed into the crowd with a "boom," sending them flying like fairies scattering flowers.

Wang Yuanlang fared even worse; before he could react, he was trampled into a pancake by the donkey.

People were being hit by cars and thrown into the air, screaming in agony.

The white donkey, as it galloped along, was covered in a layer of blood.

As the donkey cart recklessly pierced through the crowd and roared away, the scene was one of utter carnage, with blood flowing everywhere. Countless people had been crushed or trampled to death.

The survivors, huddled together, kept shouting, "Donkey cart, blood-red donkey cart!"
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As Ren Shaoyang, Hongxiu, and Ding'an's infamy spread throughout the land, everyone wanted to kill them.

Their route was also leaked by someone with ulterior motives.

Day one.

Three evil demons drove a donkey cart and ran over and killed more than 30 people in Qingxiang Village.

"Arrogant!!"

Many people felt indignant upon hearing this news.

Even more violent and ruthless bandits gathered the next day to block the carriage.

A light rain was falling, which was just right for washing the blood-red stone-paved streets.

The morning of the second day.

The sky was overcast, with dark clouds rolling in.

On the main street of Tianshou Town, corpses were lined up in rows, some hanging from the eaves and others flying onto tree branches.

Upon seeing this, the local martial arts practitioners were all relieved that they hadn't tried to intervene the previous night.

The donkey's wild braying, the roar of flames shooting into the sky, and the Jianghuzi's screams.

Is this a donkey cart?

That's a fire qilin!
Day three.

The small town leading to the capital was quiet.

Only a flash of fire, and the sound of the donkey cart wheels rolling over the stone slabs could be heard.

The martial arts practitioners huddled under their blankets inside the house all whispered prayers for divine protection.

Don't let that crazy donkey rush in!
They knew they couldn't stop the donkey cart from passing by.

Even masters like Wang Yuanlang of the Iron Staff Sect, Master Liu Lian of the Qingcheng Sect, Qin Laomou of the Jiuhua Sword Sect, and He Huan, the old swordsman of Xiling, were all smashed to pieces.

This donkey cart became famous and was called by people in the martial arts world.

Blood-red donkey cart!

(End of this chapter)