Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 181 The Strategy of Luring the Enemy

Since he couldn't bring reinforcements within three days, he would use himself as bait, the city as an anvil, and his gun as a hammer to carve out a glimmer of hope for Tianshui City in this desperate situation!

We also want to seek justice for those who have passed away and those who are about to pass away.

He's going to kill someone.

Kill those who deserve to die.

Before the Blood Lotus Cult's army can completely encircle them, we must cut off as many of their wings as possible!

Upon returning to Tianshui City, Song Jing immediately sought out Chen Yanzhou, who was still recovering from serious injuries but could barely move, as well as He Tianxiong, the county magistrate with the highest cultivation level in the city besides the captain, who was at the mid-stage of the Refining Realm, and Nie Daoyi and others who had rushed over upon hearing the news, for an emergency meeting.

Song Jing explained in detail the blockade situation he had discovered: the enemy had divided their forces into two groups. One group consisted of two mid-stage Refining Realm cultivators and two early-stage Refining Realm cultivators who were blocking the main road to the north of the city, while the other group consisted of one mid-stage Refining Realm cultivator and four early-stage Refining Realm cultivators who were blocking the main road to the south of the city.

As for Sheng Huaixu, his whereabouts are uncertain; he may be moving between two places or hiding in the shadows preparing to launch a sneak attack.

"The situation is dire." He Tianxiong frowned. "The enemy's forces are scattered, which seems to give us an opportunity, but we are also short-handed. I need to be stationed at the north gate to guard against a surprise attack by the Blood Lotus Sect's army. Commandant Chen is still seriously injured, and although Brother Nie is brave, his cultivation level is—"

Nie Daoyi blushed. Although he had broken through to the late stage of Bone Forging and greatly improved his strength, he was indeed powerless on this battlefield where many people were at the Refining Realm. He could only assist in defending the city and could not participate in the frontal breakthrough.

Chen Yanzhou was pale and weak, but his eyes remained sharp: "Although I am injured, I can still hold off a mid-stage Refining Realm cultivator for a short time by burning my essence blood. But the rest—"

All eyes were on Song Jing.

He is currently the only "high-end" combatant besides Chen Yanzhou and He Tianxiong, but his cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of Bone Forging. Facing at least one mid-stage Refining expert and several early-stage Refining experts is an almost impossible task.

Feeling the aura emanating from the crowd, Song Jing remained calm and said, "The only way forward is to concentrate our forces and attack their weakest point. The defenses in the south of the city are relatively weak, with only one mid-stage Refining cultivator and four early-stage cultivators."

I proposed that Commander Chen hold off the mid-stage Refining Realm cultivator, while I—would take care of the four early-stage Refining Realm cultivators.

These words shocked everyone in the room.

"Young friend Song, this is too risky!" Nie Daoyi said urgently. "Four early-stage Refining cultivators are no ordinary people! Although you are exceptionally talented, you are still—"

He Tianxiong also shook his head: "Young Master Song's courage is commendable, but this matter is no child's play. Even I would have to put in some effort against four early-stage Refining cultivators working together, let alone you—"

Chen Yanzhou gave Song Jing a deep look and slowly said, "Song Jing, how confident are you? This matter concerns the life and death of the entire city; you cannot act recklessly."

Song Jing met Chen Yanzhou's gaze, his eyes clear and firm: "Commander, please believe me. I'm confident in dealing with those four early-stage Refining Realm cultivators. As for how confident I am—" He paused, then said decisively, "Ten percent."

"Ten percent?" He Tianxiong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Chen Yanzhou was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with relief and resolve: "Good! I trust you! I entrust my old life to you! I entrust my back to you!"

"Captain!" He Tianxiong wanted to persuade him again.

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand: "Magistrate He, there's no need to say more. I know Song Jing's character and abilities better than you do. Since he dares to say he's 100% certain, he must be at least 80% confident! I'll leave the responsibility of defending the city to you. Brother Nie, you'll also need to take good care of the city's defenses."

Seeing that Chen Yanzhou trusted Song Jing so much, even entrusting his life to him, He Tianxiong, Nie Daoyi and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, but there was nothing else they could do now that things had come to this.

Upon hearing the news, the heads of several families and martial arts schools in the inner city also expressed their willingness to lead people to assist in the defense of the city, but none of them dared to say that they could participate in a raid of this level.

He Tianxiong was still uneasy and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Song, it's not that I don't trust you, but this matter is of great importance. Could you let me see just how strong you are now? If you truly have the strength to rival someone at the mid-stage of the Refining Realm, then I will have no further objections!"

Chen Yanzhou also looked at Song Jing, clearly acquiescing to the suggestion. He also wanted to see for himself just how far this young man, on whom he had placed such high hopes, had grown.

Song Jingdian nodded: "Very well. Then please, Commandant, take my move."

"Want to take a move from you?" He Tianxiong was taken aback, then shook his head, feeling that Song Jing was being presumptuous.

Although Chen Yanzhou was seriously injured, he was still in the late stage of the Refining Realm. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. It wouldn't be difficult for him to withstand a move.

Chen Yanzhou's expression turned serious. He slowly stood up and assumed a defensive stance: "Come on, use your strongest attack, no need to hold back!"

Song Jing said no more, took a step forward, and did not use the Five Elements Evolution Spear behind him. He simply raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and the Profound Origin Heavy Water True Skill and the Wildfire True Qi in his body suddenly started to circulate. Crimson and blue light emanated from his fingertips, and a terrifying aura of heavy, hot and sharp intertwined instantly filled the entire hall!

The immense power of blood and qi brought by the "Golden Bell Cover" technique, which breaks through the limits, roared within his body, and a golden jade luster was faintly visible under his skin.

Everyone in the hall paled, forced to retreat repeatedly by this imposing aura.

He Tianxiong's pupils shrank sharply. He felt a threat from that finger strike that was no less than his own full-force attack!

"Excuse me!" Song Jing shouted in a low voice, pointing out with a finger! It was the most concentrated and penetrating "Sparkling Wilderness" of the Wildfire Spear Technique, but it incorporated the condensation and penetration of Xuan Yuan Heavy Water and the rapid burst of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique!

The finger pierced the air silently, yet it distorted the air ahead, dimmed the light, and seemed to pierce even space itself.

Chen Yanzhou's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected Song Jing's attack to be so terrifying!

In his haste, he let out a low roar, disregarding his severely injured body, and forcibly gathered the little true energy he had left. He crossed his hands and protected his chest, and a layer of solid, earth-yellow protective energy appeared.

"puff!"

The finger struck the qi, producing a deep, loud thud.

Chen Yanzhou's body trembled violently, and the bluestone slab under his feet shattered with a "crack". His face instantly turned from white to red, and then from red to white. He staggered back three steps before barely managing to steady himself. A trickle of blood was about to spill from the corner of his mouth, and his internal injuries showed signs of relapse and worsening!

The protective aura fluctuated violently and almost collapsed!

silence!

Deathly silence!

You could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Song Jing, then at Chen Yanzhou, whose mouth was bleeding and whose breath was even weaker, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

He Tianxiong's throat was dry, and he said with difficulty, "Commander, you—"

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand, stopping He Tianxiong from speaking. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead of being angry, his eyes shone with unprecedented surprise and joy. He stared intently at Song Jing and laughed loudly, "Good! Good lad! What a hidden talent! Hahahaha! The power of this finger strike far surpasses that of an ordinary early-stage Refining Realm cultivator!"

Even an ordinary mid-stage Refining cultivator, if they dare to be careless and are caught off guard by your sneak attack, would probably be either dead or crippled!

Good! Good! Good!

He said "good" three times in a row, and his worries and doubts vanished instantly, replaced by immense peace of mind and pride.

"With this strength, what's there to fear from those four early-stage Refinement cultivators? I'm relieved!" Chen Yanzhou patted Song Jing's shoulder heavily, coughing twice as the injury aggravated his cough, but his smile was incredibly bright. "Do as you say! Those four small fry in the south of the city are yours! As for the leader, what's his name, Bone-Cracking Hand? I'll hold off Wu Feng, his mid-stage Refinement cultivator! Let's go and meet them!"

Seeing that Chen Yanzhou was so certain, He Tianxiong and the others had no further objections, and their gazes toward Song Jing were filled with awe and shock.

At the mid-stage of Bone Forging, the power of a single finger is astounding!

This child is truly a prodigy!

With the plan set, the two of them decided not to delay any longer.

Chen Yanzhou swallowed several precious life-saving pills, barely suppressing his injuries, and picked up the iron spear that had been with him for many years.

Song Jing carried the Five Elements Dao Spear on his back, and the two of them quietly left the city under the cover of night, heading straight for the southern blockade line.

Ten miles south of the city, on a slightly elevated hillside, five figures sat or stood; they were the Blood Lotus Sect's team responsible for blocking this route.

The leader was a tall, thin middle-aged man with unusually large, bluish-black knuckles. He was none other than Wu Feng, the "Bone-Cracking Hand," a mid-stage Refining cultivator known for his ruthless and vicious hands that could crush human bones.

The other four were all at the early stage of the Refining Realm. They were called "Black-Hearted Tiger" Zhao Mang, who was strong and fierce; "Poison Scholar" Wen Qing, who was skilled in using poison needles and hidden weapons; "Night Owl" Mo, who had strange movements; and "Skull-Crushing Hammer" Qian Bao, who wielded a heavy iron hammer.

"Brother Wu, is there really anyone who dares to try and break through this remote and impoverished place?" Zhao Mang asked in a deep voice.

Wu Feng smiled sinisterly: "The Zhou family said that that little bastard Song Jing and that old dog Chen Yanzhou will definitely try to break through and seek reinforcements. We're staying here to reap the rewards. Chen Yanzhou is seriously injured and not a threat. As for Song Jing, he's just a lucky kid in the Bone Forging Realm. Killing him will not only bring us a generous reward from the Zhou family, but it will also be a great achievement within the sect. Maybe the Tenth Elder will be so pleased that he'll reward us with a Blood Lotus Secret Pill—"

His eyes gleamed with greed: "By then, I might be able to break through to the late stage of the Dirty Refining realm, or even the perfect one! It'll be time to change the positions of the Ten Great Evils! You lot, if you follow me, you can also live a life of luxury and advance further in the sect!"

"Hehe, Boss Wu is right!" "Follow Boss Wu, and you'll get to eat meat!" The other four echoed, as if they could already see their bright future of promotion and rapid advancement in cultivation.

Just then, two figures appeared silently at the foot of the hillside, like ghosts.

"Who goes there?!" Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and he shouted sharply.

"The one who will take your life!" Chen Yanzhou's hoarse yet murderous voice rang out. He held a long spear, and although his aura was weak, the murderous aura emanating from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood still made Wu Feng and the others shudder.

"Chen Yanzhou?! You dare to come out and die?!" Wu Feng was both shocked and delighted. He was shocked that Chen Yanzhou actually dared to show himself, and delighted that this was a huge achievement! "Brothers, go! Take down this old dog, and that one next to him—huh? Song Jing, you little bastard?! Hahahaha, you've really chosen the path to hell! Surround them, don't let them escape!"

"Kill!" Zhao Mang, Wen Qing, Mo Jiu, and Qian Bao immediately spread out, forming an encirclement, their faces filled with sinister smiles, as if they had seen the moving credit and elixirs.

"Song Jing, proceed according to plan!" Chen Yanzhou shouted, his figure suddenly leaping up, his spear like a dragon, straight for Wu Feng!

His marksmanship remained shrewd and ruthless. Although his power was greatly reduced and his speed was slowed down due to serious injury, his experience and momentum were still there, and he kept Wu Feng firmly entangled.

"You old dog, you're asking for death!" Wu Feng roared, swinging his pair of dark blue-black palms to meet the attack. The wind from his palms howled, carrying a pungent, fishy smell.

The two instantly clashed, their energy exploding.

"Boy, your opponents are us!" Zhao Mang laughed wildly, and he and Qian Bao pounced on Song Jing from the left and right, one with a fierce punch and the other with a heavy hammer blow. Wen Qing, meanwhile, waited at a distance, a poisoned needle in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.

Mo Jiu moved erratically, like a ghost, roaming around, searching for Song Jing's weaknesses.

Facing the attack of four early-stage Refining Realm cultivators, Song Jing remained calm and his gaze instantly locked onto Qian Bao, nicknamed "Skull Crusher," who was the weakest among the four and had the slowest movement.

"I'll start with you!"

Song Jing's figure vanished abruptly! He had pushed the perfected Nine Shadow Steps and the limit-breaking Wind and Thunder Leg Technique to their limits, his speed exceeding Qian Bao's reaction time!

He didn't draw his gun, but instead clenched his palms like knives, with crimson and blue true energy swirling around them, carrying the force of wind and thunder. With a seemingly simple and direct palm strike, he cleaved towards the iron hammer that Qian Bao was about to smash down on his head!

"You're asking for death! Smash him!" Qian Bao grinned maliciously, wielding the iron hammer with all his might, intending to smash the man and his hand together.

"Clang—Snap!"

When the palm strike clashed with the iron hammer, it produced a deafening sound as metal snapped!

Qian Bao's sinister smile froze instantly. He felt an indescribable, terrifying force coming from the hammer handle, which was mixed with several strange forces, including scorching heat, icy cold, and sharpness!

His prized iron hammer was bent and cracked in the middle by this palm strike! The violent force penetrated the hammer and slammed into his chest!

"Pfft—!" Qian Bao was struck as if by lightning. His chest collapsed, and countless ribs were broken. Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out. He flew backward like a broken sack, crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

One move, and he's critically injured and on the verge of death!

"What?!" Zhao Mang, Wen Qing, Mo Jiu, who were preparing to launch a siege, and Wu Feng, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Chen Yanzhou, were all stunned!

What did they see?

A mere mid-stage Bone Forging youth, with a single move and bare hands, almost killed Qian Bao, a cultivator known for his strength and at the early stage of the Dirt Refining realm?!

"Old Qian!" Zhao Mang's eyes widened in fury.

"This is a tough one! Attack together, don't hold back!" Wen Qing screamed, her poisoned needles raining down on Song Jing's vital points.

Mo Jiu's figure moved like smoke, attacking from the side and behind, her dagger aimed straight for Song Jing's heart.

Zhao Mang roared, his fists glowing with an earthy yellow light, charging like a raging bull, striking head-on.

Song Jing's eyes were icy cold as he moved again, facing an attack from three sides!

With his Limitless Movement Technique, he moved like a fish, dodging most of the poison needles in the blink of an eye. The few that hit his body were deflected by the powerful defense of the Limitless Golden Bell Shield, leaving only faint white spots.

With a flick of his left finger, a condensed crimson-blue energy struck Mo Jiu's dagger precisely, knocking it out of his hand. Mo Jiu was shocked and retreated.

At the same time, he clenched his right fist, neither dodging nor avoiding, and met Zhao Mang's double fists with all his might!

A faint golden luster appeared on his fist.

"Bang!"

Their fists collided, creating a shockwave! The ferocity on Zhao Mang's face instantly turned into extreme pain and horror!

He felt as if he had crashed into an erupting volcano, or as if he had been smashed into ancient black iron! A terrifying force, accompanied by a strange tremor, penetrated his body!

"Crack! Ah—!" Zhao Mang's arms were shattered, and he screamed as he flew backward, crashing into a large tree and collapsing to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

The second move: cripple Zhao Mang!

"Hiss—!" Wen Qing and Mo Jiu gasped, their souls nearly leaving their bodies!

What kind of monster is this?!

Two moves, and he crippled two early-stage Refining Realm cultivators?!

Even Wu Feng, who was fiercely fighting Chen Yanzhou and had already gained the upper hand, felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head—this kid—is definitely not at the Bone Forging Realm! He's been hiding his strength?!

Although Chen Yanzhou was being overwhelmed by Wu Feng and coughing up blood repeatedly, his eyes lit up with surprise upon seeing Song Jing's incredible power, and he shouted, "Good! Well done!"

"Quick! Kill him! Otherwise we'll all die!" Wu Feng went berserk, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, wanting to finish off Chen Yanzhou as soon as possible so he could help.

Wen Qing and Mo Jiu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fear, but there was no way out but to fight for their lives!

Wen Qing pulled out his most treasured poison mist bomb and threw it at Song Jing. At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly, and countless fine needles fed with deadly poison enveloped Song Jing like a fine drizzle.

Mo Jiu then used a secret technique, splitting his figure into three and attacking Song Jing from three tricky angles, his dagger aimed directly at his throat and groin.

Back of the head.

Song Jing snorted coldly and activated the Profound Origin Heavy Water True Technique. A faint layer of dark blue water light appeared on his body, and the poisonous mist was mostly dissolved by the water light as it approached.

His figure swayed, leaving behind afterimages, and most of the poisoned needles missed their mark.

Faced with Mo Jiu's three clones attacking, his eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto the real body. His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing Mo Jiu's wrist holding the dagger!

"Crack!" Mo Jiu screamed as his wrist bone shattered.

Song Jing pulled him along, and his right knee slammed into Mo Jiu's abdomen like a heavy hammer!

"Pfft!" Mo Jiu's eyes bulged out, his spine broke, and his whole body bent over like a boiled shrimp, spitting out blood as he collapsed to the ground.

The third move: cripple Mo Jiu!

"Monster! You're a monster!" Wenqing was so frightened that she turned around and tried to run away.

"Where do you think you're going!" How could Song Jing let him escape? He pushed off with his foot, creating a small crater in the ground, and shot out like a cannonball. He caught up with Wen Qing and delivered a palm strike containing the penetrating power of "heavy water" lightly to Wen Qing's back.

"Pfft—" Wen Qing's body stiffened, and he fell forward, bleeding from his seven orifices. His internal organs had been shattered by the hidden force.

The fourth move: kill Wen Qing!

Thus, in less than twenty breaths, the four early-stage Refining cultivators were killed and crippled by Song Jing with overwhelming force!

"No—!" Wu Feng, who was fiercely attacking Chen Yanzhou, let out a desperate and unwilling roar.

He watched helplessly as his four capable subordinates were swiftly and decisively killed by Song Jing, like chickens and dogs. The fear and anger in his heart almost consumed him.

He knew he was finished!

Even if they kill the severely injured Chen Yanzhou, they will not escape the pursuit of this terrifying kid!

"Your opponent is me now." Song Jing slowly turned around, his cold gaze locking onto Wu Feng. The Five Elements Dao Spear was already in his hand, its tip pointing outwards, five-colored light flowing around it, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Chen Yanzhou, feeling much less pressure, took the opportunity to retreat a few steps, breathing heavily and coughing up several mouthfuls of black blood. But a satisfied smile graced his face as he gave Song Jing a thumbs-up: "Good lad! Well done! Leave the rest to me! This bastard was having a good time earlier; now it's my turn to vent my anger!"

Despite being seriously injured, seeing Song Jing's incredible bravery filled Chen Yanzhou with immense pride. He forced himself to gather his strength and, together with Song Jing, flanked the distraught Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. He hissed, "Chen Yanzhou! Song Jing! You think you've won? The Tenth Elder won't let you go! The Blood Lotus Sect's army will arrive soon, and you will all die! You will all be buried with me!"

"Shut up!" Chen Yanzhou hissed, and he and Song Jing attacked simultaneously!

The spear flashed like a dragon, and the palm wind surged like a wave! Although Wu Feng fought back desperately, he had lost his mind and was facing an attack from two people. Among them, Song Jing's strength far exceeded his expectations. In just over fifty moves, Chen Yanzhou pierced his shoulder blade with a spear, and Song Jing swept his chest with a spear shaft containing the power of wind and thunder. His sternum was shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

"You—you all—" Wu Feng stared at the two of them, the light in his eyes quickly dimming.

Chen Yanzhou stepped forward and fired a final shot, ending the man's life. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief, his body swaying as he nearly collapsed.

The fierce battle just now aggravated his serious injuries.

Song Jing quickly stepped forward to support him: "Captain, are you alright?"

"It's alright—I'm not dead yet." Chen Yanzhou's face was ashen, his breath weak, but his eyes held the joy of victory and a sense of relief. "That was exhilarating! This battle was truly exhilarating! You brat—you've given me a tremendous surprise! Cough cough—"

He coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, clearly indicating that his injuries had worsened again.

The battle ended, confirming Wu Feng's death. Of the four initial-stage fighters, two were dead and two were crippled. The crippled Zhao Mang and Mo Jiu were also on their last breaths. Song Jing stepped forward to finish them off cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation, completely ending their lives. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Chen Yanzhou's injuries worsened again, and he fell into a semi-comatose state. Song Jing helped him to sit down against a tree and fed him some medicine to keep him breathing.

Song Jing did not leave immediately. Instead, he suppressed his fatigue after the battle and the emptiness of his internal energy, and began to quickly and skillfully clean up the battlefield—looting the corpses.