Chapter 98 - Wang Yuepi

"

Heh heh

... When you came into my Arhat Army’s camp, did you think we would just let you go?"

Xue Qiming raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Are you wondering how we found you?"

As the figure built like a small mountain approached, Xue Qiming could see this person clearly. The giant Northern Qiang man was about nine feet tall, with dark-tanned skin. His build looked bulky and exuded a frightening presence.

He wore a classic Northern Qiang coat and had a fur cloak thrown over his shoulders. Half of his left ear was missing, and a knife scar ran from there to the corner of his left mouth, clearly left by a horrific wound.

This terrifying-looking man stepped out from the darkness, standing not far in front of Xue Qiming.

Facing the man's question, Xue Qiming neither confirmed nor denied anything. He quietly shielded Xue Niang behind him instead.

"

Heh heh...

" The huge man saw Xue Qiming's actions but didn’t say much, simply pointing a finger at the sky.

Xue Qiming followed the direction and saw a faint shadow circling overhead in the night sky.

"Merlin falcon, the eyes of our grassland men." The huge man stared at Xue Qiming, his gaze like a bird of prey watching a mouse. "Man of the Ruen Dynasty, what is your name?"

Xue Qiming let out a sneer, flipped his hand, and a small ingot of silver appeared in his palm. With a flick of his wrist, the silver ingot shot out like lightning.

A cry of sorrow came from the air as the merlin falcon spiraled down and crashed to the ground far away.

"

Ha

, you Northern Qiang people are too easy to blind."

Xue Qiming looked at the big man with amusement.

"You should know how to protect your eyes."

The big man fixed his gaze on Xue Qiming, a low, indistinct growl emanating from his throat.

After a moment, he said, "My name is Wang Yuepi. The generals call me Black Bear. I’ve heard this is your Ruen Dynasty’s tradition. You need to state your name before killing someone."

After saying this, Wang Yuepi turned and walked back into the crowd, and addressed his soldiers, "So now, chop him up."

Clang!

As the command left his mouth, the soldiers surrounding them unsheathed their weapons in unison.

Xue Qiming calmly gazed at the soldiers before him, who were brimming with murderous intent. He took a deep breath, slowly removed the bag from his back, and handed it to the girl behind him.

Though the girl usually appeared calm and indifferent, she was still under ten years old and had never experienced such an intense moment before.

Despite her efforts to remain composed, her small frame trembled uncontrollably. When Xue Qiming handed over the bag, she instinctively reached out to hold onto it.

She looked up, but the shadows of his hair obscured the man's expression, making it difficult to see clearly.

Just as she hugged the bag to her chest, a familiar large hand covered her head, ruffling her hair. A reassuring voice said, "Go wait for me over there."

The girl sniffed, nodded vigorously, then ran over to sit on the door threshold with the bag in her arms.

Xue Qiming turned back, noticing that the surrounding soldiers had drawn in even closer, clearly eager for action.

"

Ha

... you guys are really"—Xue Qiming shook his head helplessly, unwinding the iron chain wrapped around his waist that secured his dense gourd—"too considerate."

Gripping one end of the iron chain, Xue Qiming began to swing it slowly.

"You all know that I’m in a bad mood, but you still insist on delivering yourselves to my doorstep... Does Northern Qiang have a Good Samaritan award?"

As he spoke, the veins on Xue Qiming's right hand bulged while the gourd swung wildly, leashed by its iron chain. The sound of the wind

wooshing

built up louder and louder.

While swinging the gourd, Xue Qiming moved closer to the soldiers. The soldiers surrounding him instinctively began to retreat.

The sound of the iron chain slicing through the air grew louder, and no soldier dared to face its sharpness, all retreating.

At that moment, an impatient voice roared from behind the crowd, "What are you waiting for!? Chop him up!"

Stimulated by this voice, the soldiers’ eyes turned bloodshot!

"Kill!"

"

Tsk tsk...

"

Amid the enormous din of the gourd and chain rending the air, Xue Qiming's voice faintly came through. "I’m really so moved."

BANG!!!

Like a tsunami crashing against the shore, the sound of the impact echoed throughout the village, completely startling the village awake.

This first impact instantly drenched Xue Qiming in blood!

He raised his right hand high, wielding his chain like a meteor hammer with a gourd as its head. The hammer spun rapidly, and within a thirty-foot radius, no one was left.

The blood on the ground had soaked through the soles of his shoes, with severed limbs, broken arms, entrails, eyeballs, and brain matter scattered around, making the ground look as if a dye factory had exploded. A gruesome mess of colors was splattered all around.

Xue Qiming slowly raised his head, looking around. His eyes had unknowingly become bloodshot, filled with a morbid excitement and frenzy. He licked his lips.

"I think I’m going to fall in love with this country."

Xue Qiming leapt forward, spinning the gourd as he jumped into the mass of soldiers. His laugh soared into the skies as he shouted, "Come get some!"

"Haha! Northern Qiang barbarians! Come and give me a hug!"

Wherever he passed, blood flowed like a river.

This thousand-strong Non-returning Arhat Army had really run into a disaster!

Led by Wang Yuepi, they rushed to find this person before he could even put on armor or prepare. Unexpectedly, they encountered such a demon, who mercilessly crushed everything in his path.

The Arhat Army couldn't even get close to him, let alone capture him.

Soldiers must obey military orders, and the Arhat Army was no different. Even knowing that advancing would mean certain death, as General Black Bear had ordered, they had no choice but to go forth to die.

However, Wang Yuepi was in a difficult position. He hadn’t expected this situation either. Every Non-returning Arhat was an elite soldier chosen from millions, and now these elites were dying right before his eyes for no reason. He could almost foresee the scene of the general breaking his legs when he returned.

He couldn’t afford to hold back any longer.

"A bunch of useless trash!!"

Wang Yuepi swept aside the soldiers blocking him, his large hand reaching out towards Xue Qiming.

"Bastard! Stop right there!"

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out as the ground beneath Wang Yuepi’s feet rippled and cracked inch by inch.

From smashing through the soldiers unstoppably, the gourd abruptly came to a stop. The gourd was tightly grasped in Wang Yuepi’s huge hand, while the other end of the iron chain was still being controlled by Xue Qiming.

"嗯?"

"

Hmm?

"

"嗯?"

"

Hmm?

"

Both men voiced their confusion. Xue Qiming was surprised that Wang Yuepi could catch his gourd effortlessly, while Wang Yuepi was bewildered. Wang Yuepi felt that the weight of the gourd and the force it exerted far exceeded his expectations.

Xue Qiming exerted force with his right hand, yanking the iron chain forcefully. The chain creaked and clanked, but the gourd remained unmoving, firmly in Wang Yuepi’s grasp.

Xue Qiming looked up at Wang Yuepi, who was also glaring at him with a dark expression.

A tense silence took over the night.