Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 290: Chapter 155: Luring the Enemy Into the Trap, A Hidden Masterstroke

The "Sea Treading Eighteen Riders" of the Pei Family, with merely eighteen men, established a tremendous reputation, sweeping Jiangzuo alongside the Pei Family’s Qilin Child, Pei Ziwen, gaining enormous fame.

These eighteen individuals are naturally all experts.

And, they are also household slaves nurtured by the Pei family from an early age and promoted.

While loyal to the Pei Family of Jiangzuo, they are also fearless of death.

Upon receiving the order, whether facing blades or fires, they dare to charge straight in.

To put it simply, these men are more death warriors than war generals, each skilled in horsemanship, achieving man and horse unity, with both man and horse clad in heavy armor, akin to siege war cars.

The weakest among them has opened the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, while the two leaders have long attained the Innate Level.

The eighteen move as one, able to withstand the momentum of a tactical assault, even intercepting Earth List top three experts for a moment without falling behind.

At this moment, long halberds are held horizontally, colliding in a wedge formation.

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The Primordial Martial Arts Hall ahead seems not constructed of earth and stone but of paper, ripping, shattering, splinters of earth and wood flying like rain, paving a flat path.

Boom...

Hoofbeats thunder.

The eighteen riders roar past, directly smashing through the screen, crossing the martial field, heading towards the dimly lit courtyard.

None can block them.

In fact, no one in front was trying to impede them.

Following the eighteen riders are men in black clothes and red cloaks, faces sinister yet robust, dragging long swords backward, eyes filled with killing intent.

These men, numbering around thirty, are presumably accustomed to raiding households and exterminating families.

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Liang Qi grips the Dragon Roar Spear, following from behind, eyes narrowed to slits, stepping into the courtyard unhurriedly.

Trailing him closely is the Innate Expert White Crow from Thousand Bone Forest.

This person presumably long aware of the death of fellow Black Soul, acting more cautiously than before.

Though surrounding Han Wushang and others from Primordial Martial Arts Hall, capturing Han Xiaoru shouldn’t pose danger, he maintains sufficient prudence, refraining from rashly charging forward.

Quicker than these two are the three from the Pei Family, dividing into three directions, advancing into Primordial Martial Arts Hall: Pei Ziwen, Pei Zixing, and the old scholar Pei Fangsheng.

The old fellow still cradles a book.

Exorcism Book.

Appearing not to raid households, luring out snakes, he strolls with poised steps as if on a spring outing.

"Swoosh..."

As the eighteen riders reach the courtyard, the leader thrusts a halberd, piercing and shattering the main door of the rear hall. A burst of fire erupts upward, emitting a sharp whistle.

"Swift battle, sparing Han Xiaoru and Sima Rou, kill the rest..."

Pei Ziwen, hailed as the Qilin Child of Jiangzuo, and also the Third Place Scholar in the imperial examination, seems renowned for being gentle and refined, yet in truth, he is not.

He commands decisively, one order causing even the elite warriors following Liang Qi, including the Brocade Guard, to involuntarily obey.

Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly feels immense dread, his pupils contract wildly and a great sense of crisis appears, his long sword in hand suddenly trembling and singing.

"Retreat, evacuate the martial hall, True Qi protection!"

The "Retaining Simplicity" sword in his palm promptly transforms into a bright yellow sword light, shielding his surroundings, resembling the rebirth of the setting sun amidst dusk.

Simultaneously, his complexion changes drastically, his body swiftly withdraws, flying diagonally backward.

At the same instant, Pei Fangsheng, clutching the Exorcism Book, deftly reacts, transforming into silver light and darting straight toward the perimeter wall before Pei Ziwen’s urgent shout is fully vocalized.

Retreating even faster than arriving.

Pei Zixing and Liang Qi, standing slightly further away, untouched by the anomaly, witnessing the frantic retreat of the Pei family’s two experts, also turned heel, retreating swiftly, albeit a step slower.

"Rumble..."

These few had just leaped.

When Primordial Martial Arts Hall suddenly emitted an ear-splitting thunderous roar.

Visible is fiery cracks shooting skyward, ground bubbling...

A massive mountain suddenly rose from beneath, then collapsed back down.

Amid smoke and flames, the scattered pavilions and chambers seemed like reflections in water, under arc-shaped waves, fiery light, dense smoke, they dispersed into dust.

"Pfft..."

Pei Zixing, though having escaped swiftly, was still slightly too slow.

Struck by the air surge.

His back burned fiercely, the intense pain cutting into his consciousness, eyes seeing stars, everything bathed in scarlet, unable to clearly perceive figures.

Only witnessing human and horse corpses flying towards all directions, then crashing down heavily.

Everything seems like silent illusions, hearing no sound at all.

His ears bleed, touching them feels sticky and damp.

Lowering his head reveals one of his legs blown off at the knee.

A leg half gone, without noticing till now.

Next moment, faint cries of pain, screams, and roars gradually reach his ears.

Along with rumbling echoes buzzing nearby.

Pei Zixing turns back to look at the Primordial Martial Arts Hall location, now nothing but ruins.

A giant black cloud hangs over the courtyard, occasionally emitting dark red flames...

The Sea Treading Eighteen Riders, along with over thirty Brocade Guard elites, scattered in every direction, indistinguishable whose remains are whose.

So tragic.

And not far ahead.

His Brother Fifteen, the Qilin Child of Jiangzuo’s Pei Family, also now bleeds from the mouth.

The Right Deputy Commander of the Brocade Guard, just rising from the ground, face covered in dust, clothing also dust-laden, his hat untraceable.