129: Bathing in a Mountain of Corpses
Late spring:
A clear breeze swept through, bringing with it a hint of warmth.
Big Boss, riding his warhorse, strutted proudly.
Dozens of his younger brothers, who had followed him for a long time, each led a hundred or so men, noisily crowding around him.
“Brothers, once we enter Shiji County, the blade will not be sealed for three days!”
“At that time, Brothers, eat well, drink well, and have fun!”
The Crowd cheered.
At this moment:
A younger brother said, “Big Boss, should we send out scouts?”
Big Boss sneered:
“We have many people; once we see the enemy, we will swarm them.”
“Even if we just trample them, thousands of us can trample the enemy to death.”
The Crowd burst into laughter, and the joyful atmosphere infected everyone.
The procession moved on and off, and it wasn't until near noon that Shiji County came into view.
At this moment:
Shiji County’s city gates were already tightly shut.
The dilapidated city walls were packed with people watching the spectacle.
Outside the city:
Chu Qing and Cui Moyang, among others, sat cross-legged on soft couches.
They had come out early in the morning, and when they didn't see the enemy, they had their servants bring over soft couches, then closed their eyes to cultivate.
Hundreds of black-robed servants, some drawing bows and nocking arrows, others holding shields and sharp blades, nervously watched the swarming rebel army.
Thousands of troops, dense and numerous, swept in.
The scene was truly terrifying.
Even a Martial Artist, upon seeing it now, would feel their heart tremble with fear.
Whoosh!
Qing Feng exhaled a turbid Qi, ending his cultivation.
Next was Ming Yue.
Shortly after, Xi Men.
It wasn't until the swarming rebel army was only a few hundred meters from Chu Qing and the others that Chu Qing, Nangong, Cui Moyang, and Wang Yinyang finished their cultivation.
“Qing Ge, what should we do?”
Ming Yue’s pretty face was pale.
Although they were Martial Artist.
However, facing thousands of rebels, their hearts were still filled with panic.
Chu Qing laughed, “They are just a bunch of weaklings!”
“You all hold the line for me; I'll go and slaughter them.”
Cui Moyang drew her hairpin sword and said with Killing Intent, “I’ll go too.”
Wang Yinyang and Nangong also radiated Killing Intent.
Chu Qing laughed, “You all provide support from the outside.”
“If I blow the whistle, you rush in to save me.”
“If I don’t blow the whistle, then don’t worry about it.”
The Crowd nodded.
Chu Qing jumped off the soft couch and waved to Zhao Hongxiu.
Rip!
Zhao Hongxiu handed him the greatsword.
Chu Qing flicked the sword, and the shimmering blue blade hummed:
“Blood washing a hundred people… Today, my Mantis Sword will achieve Major Achievement!”
The next second, he gripped the Mantis Sword and charged towards the rebel army.
Big Boss was excited.
“Fire arrows!”
Sparse arrows fell haphazardly.
Chu Qing completely ignored them.
Arrows that landed on him were instantly deflected.
A few hundred meters was simply too close for Chu Qing.
He was like a large Dragonfly, rushing to the front of the rebel army, then he froze.
These rebels were ragged, and forget about leather armor, many of them only had a piece of tattered cloth wrapped around their waists.
Most of the rebels held stones and wooden sticks in their hands; those slightly better off held dung forks, choppers, rakes, and the like.
Their faces were sallow and emaciated, their bodies weak.
The tallest was no more than one meter fifty-six; a group of utterly malnourished small potatoes.
This counts as a rebel army?
Chu Qing was disdainful.
They were not even as good as the Quarry workers.
Swing the sword!
Crack!
With a single sweep of his sword, five or six rebels, sallow and emaciated like bean sprouts, were cut in half at the waist by him.
However:
This group of rebels showed no fear.
Their eyes were numb, and they mechanically crowded around him to kill.
They wanted to drown Chu Qing with their Flesh.
Chu Qing sneered.
The greatsword danced, like a rolling wheel—Advance! Advance! Advance!
[Blood Wash Blade +1]
The messages refreshed frantically.
In just two minutes, the message changed again:
[You have completed the third condition for Double-Handed Mantis Sword!]
[Cultivation Technique: Double-Handed Mantis Sword Major Achievement—A thousand refinements daily, Perfection in a thousand days.]
[Promotion Condition: 1: Blood wash the blade a thousand times!]
Chu Qing laughed loudly to the sky.
The Major Achievement Mantis Sword’s Moves were even more ferocious.
Under the blessing of Golden Tendons, Chu Qing charged even more fiercely.
At this moment:
If someone were to look down from the sky, they would see:
Clusters of blood mist exploding within the dense crowd.
Initially:
Chu Qing moved back and forth.
After the Mantis Sword reached Major Achievement, he could easily slash in all directions.
In one second, Chu Qing could swing his sword four times.
If he activated all his Golden Tendons for enhancement, he could swing his sword twenty times in all directions in one second.
The faster the sword swing, the more efficient the killing.
Before long:
Bodies piled up at his feet.
He stepped on the corpses, hacking and slashing everywhere.
And the numb rebels mechanically rushed forward—to their deaths!
One… ten… a hundred… the corpses at his feet grew more numerous, piling higher and higher.
Chu Qing, relying on Grass Tread Flight and Dragonfly skimming water light body techniques, stepped on the piles of corpses without discomfort.
Instead, he fought with increasing vigor.
Outside the battlefield:
Cui Moyang and the others were dumbfounded.
They knew Chu Qing was brutal and fierce.
But they hadn't expected him to be so brutal.
What shocked them even more was:
The rebels’ behavior.
These rebels, who were essentially refugees, didn't care about the lives of their companions at all.
They charged numbly and mechanically, going to their deaths.
Ten minutes… an hour… two hours… blood mist permeated, and blood flowed like a river.
Thousands of rebels surged into the blood mist from all directions.
Screams were incessant.
The scale of the rebel army grew smaller and smaller.
After the last circle of rebels plunged into the blood mist, Big Boss, who had been on the outermost edge, was dumbfounded.
He stammered, “Bring me my white pigeon!”
“I want to send a message via carrier pigeon to contact reinforcements and annihilate this… butcher!”
A younger brother beside him tremblingly handed him the white pigeon.
However:
Big Boss couldn't grasp it.
Flap!
The white pigeon soared into the sky, whistling away into the distance.
Big Boss froze for a moment, then happily said, “Let’s retreat first and wait for reinforcements.”
After speaking, he spurred his warhorse and fled.
His other younger brothers cheered and quickly followed, fleeing in a panic.
After running over a thousand meters, Big Boss turned his head.
Then, he saw the blood mist dissipate.
On a massive mountain of corpses, a man stood ramrod straight, supporting himself with a long sword.
At this moment:
Big Boss’s liver and guts were torn with fear.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
On the mountain of corpses:
Chu Qing gasped for breath.
Although the rebels were powerless.
However, their numbers were too great.
Even with his high killing efficiency, he was still panting with exhaustion.
Fortunately, he carried a large amount of Secret medicine with him.
And he had Secret Inheritance Cultivation Technique.
Moreover, his 365 Perfected Gold Tendons continuously restored his vital Qi and spirit.
Only then could he persevere.
Otherwise:
He would have long since collapsed from exhaustion during the frantic slashing.
At this moment:
The profession panel kept flickering, as if there was important news.
But Chu Qing was in no mood to look.
He glanced at the mountain of corpses at his feet.
Then he looked at his blood-soaked body.
Rip!
He casually tore off his bloody clothes, then roared towards Shiji County:
“Send me a new set of clothes!”
A loud roar startled Cui Moyang and the others, who were dumbfounded and felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
A loud roar made the people watching the spectacle on the Shiji County city wall shriek in terror.
The timid ones directly fell from the city wall.
Some were even scared to death.
At this moment:
Everyone looked in terror at the man on the mountain of corpses.
At this moment:
Everyone knew a fact:
Chu Qing truly had a heart of stone.
“These were thousands of people!”
“He just stood there and slaughtered every single one?”
“His hands—they aren’t soft at all!”
At this moment:
Including Cui Moyang and the others, everyone who witnessed this scene felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
At this moment:
Chu Qing roared again, “Send me a new set of clothes!”
“And send a bathtub over!”
He wanted to bathe and change clothes—on the mountain of corpses.