Chapter 39
The people in the hall were all looking at each other, at a loss for words.
Jiang Xiao didn’t believe Jiang Chen. He said, “The mine is occupied by the senior disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, Cao Song. He is in the completed middle stage of the Gathering Yuan State.”
“Was. I killed him with my sword,” Jiang Chen said.
Huoniu, who had followed Jiang Chen in, nodded at Jiang Wentian. He was in charge of the mine. With his approval, Jiang Chen’s words were convincing enough.
“He Xing, the vice leader of the Bloody Hand Gang, was at the herbal mountain too—” Jiang Xiao was obviously shocked. His voice became lower unconsciously.
“I killed him with my bow,” Jiang Chen interrupted him.
Jiang Xiao took a deep breath and said, “Meng Ding, the son of the leader of the Fiery Lion Gang, and a famous warrior in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, was there as well. And he has mastered the sword point.”
Soon there were only Jiang Chen, Jiang Tianxiong and a few others left in the main hall.
“Let’s start.”
Jiang Chen took out four tactic pennants and started to deploy a tactical formation.
Theoretically, it’s impossible to deploy a tactical formation without a yuan stone. However, Jiang Chen shifted his way of thinking. He intended to make the people the energy source of the tactical formation, and himself as the center of the formation.
Outside of the mansion, the door finally fell down after countless clashes.
The enemy flooded into the mansion, stomping over the door.
“Give my son back to me!”
Meng Long, the leader of the Fiery Lion Gang, was leading the troops. He rushed in like a crazy horse, killing whomever he saw.
“Shoot!” On hearing the order of Fan Tu, the warriors of the Jiangs started to shoot their sharp arrows one after another. Some people didn’t even stop shooting.
“Leader!”
The arrow rain was powerful enough to threaten the lives of those in the late stage of the Gathering Yuan State. The Fiery Lion Gang immediately rushed forward with their shields, protecting Meng Long.
“Leader Meng, don’t act on impulse.”
Zhang Tianzhi, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, who had tried to stop the attack a while ago, said immediately, “I am wondering where the superior fighters of the Jiang Mansion are. Watch out!”
“Steward Fan, what shall we do?”
The number of people Fan Tu had brought was only one-third the size of the enemy. And not one of them was in the late stage of the Gathering Yuan State.
Fortunately, the brass gong of the main hall sounded at that moment.
“Retreat!”
All warriors followed Fan Tu and retreated instantly.
“What happened?”
Zhang Tianzhi didn’t understand. If the Jiang Mansion lost their first line of defense, there would be a slaughter next.
“Are the Jiangs retreating?”
Zhang Tianzhi hurried to push forward with some others. He warned them, “Don’t stand together. Watch out for traps!”
However, there were no traps along the way to the main hall.
Only one man was there, a young guy.
He was standing on the steps outside of the main hall, holding a sword, as if he had been expecting their arrival for a long time.
“Is the Jiang Mansion out of people to fight? They’ll even allow a kid like you to court death!” Zhang Tianzhi walked up to him, sneering.
Right then, a member of the Fiery Lion Gang came forward, pointing at Jiang Chen, and said, “Leader, it’s him! He killed Meng Ding!”
“Damn you! Give my son back to me!”
Meng Long didn’t expect to find the murderer. His eyes turned red. He swooped down upon Jiang Chen.
“Don’t act on impulse!” Zhang Tianzhi was greatly surprised. He wasn’t looking down on Jiang Chen as he seemed to be, but was observing the situation.
Meng Long didn’t take his advice. With his state in the peak of the late stage, he really despised Jiang Chen.
He struck with his golden knife blade in anger. The strong power of his movement shattered the bluestones on the ground.
Jiang Chen kept still, but many cracks appeared where he was standing.
“Go to hell!”
Meng Long thrust his knife toward Jiang Chen. The crack beneath him was wide enough for him to fall into.
At this moment, Jiang Chen pushed forward his Redcloud Sword. “Don’t worry. I’ll send you to meet your son.” The ray of the sword confronted the knife like a rainbow. At the same time, five or six flying swords flew out of the main hall.
Hardly had Meng Long’s knife hit Jiang Chen’s head when he was pierced by the flying swords.
Flying swords were only average iron swords. However, with their great speed, they had even pierced through the armour on him.
“It’s your time to die!”
Jiang Chen cut open Meng Long’s throat with his sword.
“Wha….what!”
Meng Long fell down onto the ground again, repeatedly moving backwards. Although he was covering his neck with his hands, the blood was still flowing through his fingers.
He didn’t understand what had happened. Jiang Chen moved his eyes, then all the flying swords in Meng Long’s body flew out.
Meng Long lost all of his strength and fell down.
The man in the peak of the late stage of the Gathering Yuan State died.