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Chapter 402 - 403: Leave No Survivors

Chapter 402: Chapter 403: Leave No Survivors

Night.

Outside the borders.

Less than ten miles from Sand Bone City.

A crescent moon hung high in the sky, its pale silver moonlight illuminating a young man, outlining the terrifying murderous aura surrounding him.

Behind him, the desire to kill rose high among the five thousand Beiwang Hall warriors.

And what was truly dangerous were the hundreds of thousands of Beiwang Hall veterans lurking around.

The moment Ye Wudao stepped into the territory of Sand Bone City, it caused a strong reaction from the city!

"Report, King of Sand Bone, that, that Ye has truly come!" a scout reported.

"What?" The King of Sand Bone was drinking when he heard the news, his expression changing drastically; "That Ye Wudao dares to come? How many men did he bring?"

"Back to the King of Sand Bone, Ye Wudao leads five thousand men to attack!"

Bang!

The King of Sand Bone violently smashed his wine cup, cursing; "What a brazen young brat, daring to invade with merely five thousand men, he doesn’t put my three hundred thousand-strong army in his eyes at all! Someone, kill him!"

"I am willing to go and kill Ye Wudao, and present his head to the King of Sand Bone!"

"So am I!"

"Don’t compete with me for this!"

All of Sand Bone King’s confidants vied with each other; they all knew that killing the Young Master of Beiwang Hall, Ye Wudao, would be a great feat.

Just then, a burly general spoke up in a deep voice; "I request to go into battle!"

The furious King of Sand Bone looked up, but when he saw the burly general, he immediately smiled; "General Xin He, you are the great defender of Sand Bone City, my right-hand man. Such a trivial matter does not require your action!"

General Xin He was the great defender of the city, commanding a hundred thousand troops, and was deeply trusted by the King of Sand Bone.

Of course, Xin He himself was also a peak-level fighter!

"King of Sand Bone, I almost died at the hands of the North King years ago, falling from a war spirit to the peak of war honor. This blood feud, I must avenge!" Xin He’s eyes flashed fiercely.

Years ago, when the Beiwang Hall had yet to rise, the King of Sand Bone led a two hundred thousand-strong army to provoke the Beiwang Hall!

As a result, the King of Sand Bone had been soundly defeated, fled far beyond the borders, and never dared to offend again.

And Xin He, in order to protect the King of Sand Bone, was struck by the North King’s blade, and his cultivation fell hard from the war spirit level to the realm of war honor. Although decades had passed and his injuries had mended, breaking through to become a war spirit was hopeless!

One could say, the North King’s blade had severed Xin He’s future!

Hearing this, the King of Sand Bone no longer refused. He knew that Xin He had always had this thorn in his heart.

"I wish General Xin He a triumphant return!" the King of Sand Bone said, picking up his wine cup with a smile.

"Your subordinate will bring Ye Wudao’s head to present to King of Sand Bone!" Xin He placed his left fist over his chest and turned to leave.

The scene shifts.

Sand Bone City.

Under the silvery moonlight, Ye Wudao’s figure was stretched long.

Alone with his saber, he walked towards Sand Bone City.

Just then, several cries of anger suddenly erupted, and four experts appeared before Ye Wudao.

"Ye Wudao, you’ve crossed the border!"

"This is Sand Bone City territory; anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy!"

"Take your thousands of beggars and get lost!"

These four were not ordinary people, but the four guardians of Sand Bone City, each with the strength of a Seventh Grade war honor or thereabouts.

Ye Wudao’s eyes were cold; "Anyone who blocks me will be killed without mercy!"

"Hmph, a mere brat dares to strut around outside the borders!"

"Kill him!" Two of the guardians looked at each other and simultaneously attacked Ye Wudao.

The guardians shot toward Ye Wudao, one targeting his lower body and the other striking for Ye Wudao’s neck, their coordination exceptionally adept.

Unfortunately, they encountered Ye Wudao!

Ye Wudao held the Hidden Dragon Saber, swinging it with one hand. The terrible black saber light was like a meteor tearing through the night sky, carrying an extremely terrifying force.

Crack!

A crisp saber sound was heard, and the two guardians were split in two, falling into pools of blood.

The remaining two guardians felt a sense of great danger, their faces filled with horror; "How, how is this possible?"

"Isn’t he just a warlord-level waste, how could he kill our two Seventh Grade war honor guardians with one slash?"

The two guardians exchanged a glance and, not daring to fight, retreated immediately!

"Trying to run?" A slight smile played on Ye Wudao’s lips, and with a swift motion, his saber fell.

"Aah!"

"Aah!" The two guardians let out a cry of agony, and died horribly.

Ye Wudao didn’t even glance at the four dead guardians of Sand Bone City on the ground, striding confidently towards the city.

"Not good, our four guardian lords are dead!"

"Release the arrows!" Some of Sand Bone City’s experts changed their expressions, and a veteran general ordered; "Quick, gather the archers!"

In an instant, thousands of archers were summoned, all drawing their bows fully, aiming at Ye Wudao.

"Fire!" commanded the city’s guardian general.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Thousands of arrows tore through the air, forming a volley that indiscriminately attacked Ye Wudao.

"Not good, young master!"

"Danger!" Lei Hu and others shouted.

Ye Wudao didn’t react, taking large strides forward.

Bang!

Bang!

All the arrows struck Ye Wudao, but his Protective True Qi burst forth, causing all the arrows to shatter and scatter on the ground.

Hisss!

Warriors atop the city wall widened their eyes in disbelief.

"How, how is this possible?"

"Thousands of arrows in a rain, and they’re ineffective against him?"

The leading old general bellowed, "Continue!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Wave after wave of arrow rain bombarded Ye Wudao, enough to place any Ninth Grade Warlord in mortal peril.

Ye Wudao suddenly raised his head, his black pupils fixing on the archers on the city wall, a sneer of disdain curving his lips, and he suddenly swung his sword.

Swoosh!

A terrifying blade light streaked through the night, aiming for the archers on the city wall.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!"

In an instant, hundreds of archers were slain, with more than half tumbling from the city wall to shatter upon impact.

The scene was shocking!

"My God, this Ye Wudao is too strong!"

"Monster!"

"That strength is at least that of a peak Ninth Grade Warlord!"

"What do we do now?" Master warriors on the city wall were in utter chaos.

Just then, a roar came, "What’s everyone panicking for?"

The crowd looked up to see a golden-haired, lion-like towering war general approaching, exuding a terrifying aura.

"General Xin He!"

"Greetings to General Xin He!"

"A bunch of trash, you can’t even stop a yellow-haired brat, you’ve disgraced Sand Bone King’s face," Xin He reprimanded.

"Yes, yes." The high-level warriors on the wall hung their heads.

Xin He leapt from the several tens of meters high city wall, landing on the ground like a cannonball.

The ground cracked like a spider’s web upon his impact.

"Are you the son of Beiwang, Ye Wudao?" Xin He said, prideful as a lion.

"Who are you?" Ye Wudao’s eyes were cold.

"I am the protector general of Sand Bone City, the right-hand man of Sand Bone King—Xin He!" Xin He’s eyes were ice-cold. "You brat, you’ve got guts, daring to storm Sand Bone City all alone!"

Ye Wudao completely ignored him and continued forward!

Xin He grew furious and roared, "Stop! Ye Wudao, I am not like those useless trash you faced before. I have hated you for ten years!"

"Hated me for ten years?" Ye Wudao was startled, his gaze filled with surprise, "Do I know you?"

"You may not recognize me, but you will certainly be familiar with this!" Xin He said, suddenly lifting his upper garment to reveal a vicious and terrible penetrating wound on his abdomen.

Ye Wudao was surprised. "That’s the unique wound left by a Beiwang Blade."

"Exactly!" Xin He lowered his battlewear, his eyes brimming with resentment. "Ten years ago, I was wounded by your father’s Beiwang Blade, demoting me from a Battle Spirit to a Battle Venerable rank. I’ve resented this debt for ten years!"

Ye Wudao spread his hands. "Why resent me? I didn’t do it."

"No!" Ye Wudao said with a sarcastic edge, "Surely you’re not too afraid to seek revenge on Beiwang, so you’re pinning this debt on me instead?"

Xin He, exposed by Ye Wudao, was seething with rage as he sneered, "Killing you, the only son of Beiwang, will settle the score for me. Die!"

As he finished speaking, Xin He slapped his palm towards Ye Wudao.

Thump!

A heavy, iron-like sound echoed.

Xin He’s pupils shrank as he realized that Ye Wudao hadn’t even tried to block it.

"Why didn’t you block?"

"Giving you a chance for revenge, and you’re still useless," Ye Wudao mocked.

"I was just testing you!" Xin He said angrily. "Besides, you have no idea how I’ve spent these ten years! I’ve trained every moment just for the day I could kill you!"

Ye Wudao shrugged. "Why should I care?"

"You, you, you!" Xin He was livid, smoke practically billowing from his nostrils.

"Haha, this fool is going to die of rage!"

"The young master doesn’t even take him seriously!"

"Heh, why would an eagle soaring through the heavens care about the thoughts of an ant on the ground?" Liu Kuangsheng and others hidden in the shadows chuckled when they heard Xin He’s rant.

"Shut up! Ye Wudao, I will kill you!" Xin He, completely enraged by Ye Wudao’s indifference, pulled out a long saber. Filling it with all his hatred, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ye Wudao, die!"

This strike was like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, its force rivaling that of a Battle Spirit level.

Ye Wudao looked indifferent, swinging his saber with one hand. A dark red saber light, carrying a terrifying killing aura, ripped through the night sky, suppressing everything.

"Crack!" Xin He’s long saber shattered instantly. The Hidden Dragon Saber’s momentum undiminished, piercing through his abdomen, leaving a horrifying penetrating wound.

"Pfft!" Xin He spat out blood, his face aghast. "What kind of saber is this? How can it be as powerful as the Beiwang Blade?"

"Hidden Dragon Saber," Ye Wudao said flatly.

"Hiss, the Hidden Dragon Saber, could it be the second-ranked Divine Artifact of Dragon Country?" Stunned as if struck by lightning, Xin He instinctively tried to flee, but slipped and fell face-first to the ground.

Ye Wudao advanced towards him, a dreadful presence of death looming over Xin He instantly.

Xin He was in complete disarray, begging for mercy with a face full of fear, "Ye... Ye Wudao, no, Young Master Ye, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hated you. Spare my life, please?"

"Die!" Ye Wudao swung his saber.

Shlick!

Xin He spat out blood and died instantly.

Ye Wudao stepped over Xin He’s corpse and spoke calmly, "Thanks for hating me for ten years, but I forgot to remind you. I am not Beiwang, and I certainly don’t like leaving survivors!"

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