yready Chapter 2234 - 642: Homecoming, Hungry Man
Chapter 2234 - 642: Homecoming, Hungry Man
People from the Poison Medicine Sect all know this is a trap, but what can they do? Can they choose not to save?
Thinking of the sect leader’s vicious and ruthless methods, everyone shuddered. Save, they must save. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, none of them will have a good life!
The next morning, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, An Yiqing woke up. She walked out of Xuanjin Hall, stretched lazily at the door, then pulled the Great Protector back inside. Before entering, An Yiqing casually glanced around and smiled faintly.
The fish have bitten the hook, soon it will be time to reel them in.
That night, An Yiqing once again hung the Great Protector outside the door.
The night was deep and silent, and over twenty shadows quietly slipped around Xuanjin Hall, observing the surroundings.
The leader made a gesture, and the others swiftly surrounded Xuanjin Hall from all directions.
Soon, the group reached the Great Protector, gently shaking him.
"Great Protector? Great Protector?" the leader called softly.
"Hmm." The Great Protector, hung outside, responded in a deep voice, slowly lifting his head, "Are you calling me?"
Under the bright moonlight, a pair of eyes filled with a wicked smile shone brightly.
This is not the Great Protector! They’ve fallen into the trap!
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to leave, but it was too late. They were already surrounded by numerous people in black!
"Damn, been hanging out here for two days, I’m exhausted!" An Zhiyun tore off the cotton disguise coat and grimaced, pulling out the Tri-edge Military Spike from his waist and resting it on his shoulder, "A bunch of trash, watch me deal with you today!"
With those words, An Zhiyun took a step and struck at one of them.
People from the Poison Medicine Sect were shocked, hurriedly using their best skills to escape. But the Thirteen Blood Generals wouldn’t let them run away, as they had already raised their weapons and rushed over.
Xuanjin Hall and Yangsheng Palace were separated only by a small street, and An Yiqing had already blocked the entire street, even thoroughly destroying the surveillance cameras. Only those from the Poison Medicine Sect foolishly plunged into the trap.
Quietly standing outside the door, An Yiqing had her hands behind her back, looking faintly at the fight ahead. These people’s skills were slightly higher than the Thirteen Blood Generals, making them the perfect candidates to help the generals break through their bottlenecks. After more than a year of intense training, the Thirteen Blood Generals are now much stronger. However, due to a lack of strong opponents, they are stuck at the bottleneck between Great Achievement Peak and Demi-god Early Stage. Among them, An Zhifeng and An Zhiying have the most talent, quickly reaching the Demi-god Early Stage, yet the bottleneck remains unaffected. Tonight is a good opportunity; hopefully, they can seize it.
For the Thirteen Blood Generals, this battle is indeed a tough fight. The opposing twenty-plus individuals’ skills are higher than theirs, making victory not easy. An Zhifeng and several others are the strongest, charging at the front. The slightly weaker ones are positioned around providing support, constantly alert against enemy attacks.
One person falls, and another fills the gap. The fallen spits blood and then gets back up to fight. The thirteen fight like warriors intent on winning against impossible odds, employing a cyclic pattern that leaves the enemy defenseless. The people from the Poison Medicine Sect have never seen a fight so reckless, harming the enemy and themselves alike, like a bunch of lunatics!
A fatigued An Zhifeng and Zhang Yufeng, under the successive attacks of five or six people, finally couldn’t hold on, getting struck down. Seeing this, An Zhiyun and others immediately stepped up, giving Zhang Yufeng and An Zhifeng a chance to breathe. However, seeing An Zhifeng injured, the Poison Medicine Sect members swarmed in to capitalize on the opportunity to kill, charging forward en masse. The Thirteen Blood Generals saw this and were filled with urgency, yet couldn’t spare themselves.
An Yiqing stood motionlessly, her eyes sparkling with cold brilliance as she stared tightly at An Zhifeng and Zhang Yufeng. She cannot help but stand aside — only through adverse situations can they break through.
As the enemies swarmed, An Zhifeng and Zhang Yufeng’s expressions tightened, quickly rolling aside. A sharp blade stabbed into the ground beside Zhang Yufeng’s left ear with a swift sound. His eyes turned cold as he pulled the knife out with his bare hands, fiercely stabbing towards the opponent’s head.
Get up, fight again!
An Zhifeng and Zhang Yufeng rose from the ground, rejoining the battle group. An Yiqing quietly sighed with relief, her palms drenched in cold sweat.
The brutal battle raged for over three hours before it finally ended, with all twenty-eight members of the Poison Medicine Sect meeting their fates in the Underworld.
Thud—a heavy collapse to the ground, An Zhifeng was covered in blood, too exhausted to even blink. The others also lay sprawled on the ground, aching all over.