Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1628: Chapter 513: Southern Wilderness Spear Demon, Foolish Mistakes and Letting the Snake Live

Chhhh…

“Ah!”

The singularity suddenly exploded, driving straight into Yang Zhun’s face.

With fifty percent Holy Pattern and fifty percent Martial Arts, this move of Xia Hong’s Yin Yang Reverse Blade Skill had already pushed his power up to 156 thousand jun. Strictly speaking, there was still quite a gap from Yang Zhun’s 180 thousand jun, but the moment his sword tip thrust out and he saw Yang Zhun’s reaction, Xia Hong immediately smiled.

Yang Zhun didn’t raise a guard; he chose to retreat and flee directly.

He had no confidence in taking this sword. That meant that the 180-plus thousand jun he’d just shown was nothing but a flash in the pan. Most likely, Yang Zhun had fused a Deceitful Object related to Bone Appearance, and that 180-plus thousand jun of strength was only something he could unleash thanks to the Deceitful Object in his body.

“Then this is easy.”

Crack…

The Shattered Star Sword pierced through from the lower jaw to the throat. Yang Zhun threw his head back with a miserable scream, then suddenly exerted force to duck his head. At the very last instant, he forcibly changed the thrusting trajectory of Shattered Star Sword, shifting it from its original upward slant towards his skull to drilling through deeper into his throat, exiting from the back of his neck.

“You’ve got a bit of ruthless grit, but it’s a pity…”

Xia Hong let out a cold sneer. Piercing the throat wasn’t immediately fatal, but since the sword tip had already gone through the throat, the next stroke would naturally be to take his head.

Yang Zhun’s bit of ruthlessness did make him appreciate the man, but today he’d come for killing. A single Yang Jian couldn’t possibly fill his appetite.

Crack…

Xia Hong’s hands on the sword suddenly exerted force outward to both sides, intending to behead Yang Zhun with one stroke. But just as he slashed through one side of Yang Zhun’s throat bone to the left, several fierce blades from below came slashing toward him.

“Big brother, you go first!”

“Lord, run, we’ll hold him off…”

“As long as the Town stands and the Lord stands, Beishuo still stands—we haven’t lost yet!”

“Lord, go!”

………

Several startled shouts rang out; it was Yang Fa and Beishuo’s five Xianyang Level experts.

Six people attacked him at once. Xia Hong had sensed them long ago. He ignored these six, simply unleashing his aura, and then continued to focus solely on killing Yang Zhun in front of him.

If you don’t kill the snake, it’ll bite you back; moreover, judging from Yang Zhun’s way of doing things, this man was definitely not as simple as just a snake.

If he didn’t kill him today, there would surely be trouble later.

Besides, as for Yang Fa and those six, someone else would come to stop them.

Whoosh…

“Get back!”

Xia Chuan let out a thunderous shout. The fierce edge cleaving out from his Black Blade stretched for a hundred meters, slashing straight toward the faces of Yang Fa and the other five.

Although Xia Hong had not shown his true face, that blast of intense light just now had already exposed his identity. How could Xia Chuan fail to recognize his own big brother?

The fight between Xia Hong and Yang Zhun was too terrifying. They had no qualification to intervene at all; they could only watch from midair. But just because they only watched didn’t mean he hadn’t made any preparations.

Seeing Yang Zhun on the verge of defeat and about to be killed, with Yang Fa and the six rushing to save their lord, how could Xia Chuan still sit still?

Of course, it wasn’t just him. Xu Ning, Liu Yuan, Yue Feng, Zhou Yuan, Meng Yi, Zhao Long, and Hou Tong—Great Xia’s seven Xianyang Level experts present—all moved as well.

The Red Silver Blade Puppet didn’t have the ability of Sky Control, so Xia Chuan came flying up holding his Black Blade. The remaining seven—Xu Ning and the rest—were at the same position as him, blocking Yang Fa’s six right away.

Crack…

At the same time the six were blocked, Xia Hong’s hand on the sword began to sweep horizontally to the right. As long as he broke through the right side of the throat bone, Yang Zhun’s head would fall.

Xia Hong could even hear the sound of Yang Zhun’s skull being scraped open.

“Kui’er!”

But right then, the sound stopped.

Boom…

Down below, Yang Fa suddenly shouted, and right after that a huge force slammed into Xia Hong from behind. Hanging in midair, he was suddenly rammed hard, his arm shifting forward a few centimeters.

It was those few centimeters of difference that let Yang Zhun glimpse a thread of life. He gritted his teeth like a warrior cutting off his own arm, violently twisting his head to the side, dragging the left side of his throat—whose blood, flesh, and Skin Membrane had not yet completely severed—past the sword edge. Then he threw himself wildly backward, sprinting at full speed toward the southeast of Baimu City.

Watching the rapidly fleeing Yang Zhun, Xia Hong’s face turned indescribably dark, but his movements didn’t slow at all. He first lifted his sword and beheaded the middle-aged man behind him whose face bore a thirty percent resemblance to Yang Zhun, then followed up with fists and feet, taking barely ten breaths to pound Yang Fa and the remaining four all into the ground. Two of them were even smashed into meat paste on the spot—let alone surviving, they probably couldn’t even piece together a complete corpse.

After finishing all this, Xia Hong turned his head with a gloomy expression and directly barked at Xia Chuan and the other seven, “Deceit Technique fluctuations—where are your Yellow Candles?”

At his words, the faces of Xia Chuan and the other seven abruptly stiffened. They froze on the spot, hemming and hawing for a long time without a single one managing to speak.

Even if Xia Hong hadn’t seen exactly what had just happened, with his extraordinary senses he could more or less guess it.

Those six Xianyang Level fighters from Beishuo had all surely fused Deceitful Objects, and among them, that Yang Kui he’d just beheaded should have possessed some kind of short-range teleportation ability. He’d simply vanished, leaping past Xia Chuan’s group and suddenly appearing behind Xia Hong.

This Yang Kui only had the strength of 4 thousand jun and naturally couldn’t threaten him. But the man wasn’t stupid; knowing he couldn’t threaten Xia Hong himself, he went straight for Xia Hong’s right hand holding the sword.

Yang Zhun had actually been rescued in such a muddled, ridiculous way!

“If you don’t kill the snake, you’ll suffer for it yourself. That Yang Zhun is no simple man. Failing to kill him this time… who knows what future trouble we’ve just invited…”

Seeing the gloom on Xia Hong’s face, Xia Chuan and the other seven instantly didn’t dare make a sound.

Yellow Candles—they all had them on their person, of course. They’d even used them earlier on the battlefield when fighting Beishuo’s Xianyang Level experts.