Chapter Thirty-Two: Golden Sword Displays Its Might

  Tie Xin Tang saw that his father was already gradually weakening. He pulled Xiao Juan, who was about to rush out of the carriage, but heard a voice transmitted from another carriage: "Don't move, hand her over to us!"

  Just as a ferocious wolf's sharp claws pierced the gun shadow, pouncing towards General Iron Wing's back, a six-inch-long golden small sword flew silently through the air, lightly circling around the giant head of the blue wolf. The blue wolf's head was cut off like tofu, and its headless body continued to fly forward, with crimson blood splashing everywhere, blocked by General Iron Wing's protective aura.

  The golden small sword turned its head and struck the second green wolf, which had not yet reacted. The other two green wolves seemed to know the ferocity of the flying sword and did not dare to pounce forward, turning their heads and running away. Their silhouettes were just a few flashes, each already tens of feet away.

  The golden small sword closely followed one of the green wolves from behind, with a "hū lóng" (dragon roar) sound, a white light flashed on the sword body, and a three-foot-long snow-white sword aura burst out, falling on the running wolf's back. The wolf's body was instantly cut into two pieces by the sword aura, and after running several feet away, it fell to the ground, with fresh blood splashing everywhere.

  General Iron Wing saw that only one green wolf was left, and his spirit lifted, he let out a loud roar, the silver spear in his hand whistling as it flew out, piercing into the body of the running green wolf, a large flame suddenly bursting out from the spear, engulfing the last green wolf whole, a mournful howl sounded, a ball of wolf-shaped flames pounced forward, and one of the nearby Black Iron soldiers was caught off guard, his body set on fire in an instant, reduced to charcoal.

  The golden sword danced in the air, spinning and twirling, instantly killing a dozen gray wolves. As it flew towards the carriage where Shuǐ Shēng was located, it burst into a flash of golden light and vanished into thin air. Inside the carriage, there was a "ding" sound, and the small sword fell in front of Shuǐ Shēng. At this moment, Shuǐ Shēng was drenched in sweat, his body weak and pale, without even the strength to pick up the sword. In just this brief moment, all his spiritual energy had been depleted.

  Dà Niú and Wáng Lóng gazed at Shuǐ Shēng with eyes full of unspoken admiration. The three had practiced magic together, but unexpectedly Shuǐ Shēng was far ahead of the other two. Dà Niú picked up a small sword, looked at it again and again, and let out a couple of sighs of praise before gently placing it in Shuǐ Shēng's palm.

  From a young age, Wang Long had grown accustomed to his younger brother being stronger than him. If it weren't for this, his small heart would have been crushed by the huge disparity at this moment. Wang Long took a deep breath, and bright lights shot out of his eyes as he made up his mind: he must catch up with Shui Sheng and reach the fourth layer of the Qi Refining stage as soon as possible. As for Tie Xin Tang and Xiao Juan in another carriage, one had her eyes wide open, unable to speak, while the other was excitedly shouting loudly, scaring a young girl sitting across from them into confusion.

  Six of the gray wolves were killed, and the rest immediately retreated. Some of those on the periphery had already slipped away in fear. Just then, a sharp, clear whistle pierced the air from afar. Although the sound was brief, it was piercing and stirring. The few fleeing wolves heard the whistle and trembled, involuntarily stopping in their tracks and turning back.

  The intermittent sound of the flute came from afar, like the collision of gold and stone, shocking the hearts of the Black Iron Army and the children. Upon hearing the flute sound, the pack of wolves stopped their pouncing and looked up at the sky, letting out a chorus of mournful howls that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard them, the ear-piercing cries echoing in all directions.

  Immediately afterwards, the flute sound changed again. The short and urgent flute sounds began to be continuous, and the flute sound actually had a hidden murderous intent transmitted from it. When the pack of wolves heard this, their eyes slowly turned blood red, and one by one they revealed their ferocious appearance, pouncing towards the Black Iron Army. For a time, the pack of wolves became fierce and fearless of death. The circular large formation formed by the Black Iron Army was actually broken through in an instant, and many ferocious wolves even pounced to the side of the horse carriage.

  This place is less than two miles away from the front town, and the villagers in the town have already been frightened by the howling wolves and the killing sounds. The terrain of the town is higher than the official road, and many villagers climbed to high places to observe this place, only to find that there were hundreds of ferocious wolves here, with people shouting and horses neighing inside the wolf pack, and knives and guns shining brightly. Faced with the wolf pack rushing up like madmen, the Black Iron Army seemed to be gradually unable to hold on. Suddenly, a series of alarm bells rang out in the small town, followed by the sound of people and dogs barking back and forth.

  Half an hour later, many brave villagers followed the hunter, holding hunting spears and long guns, and rushed over from the town.

  In just half an hour, more than 20 Black Iron Army soldiers were injured by the ferocious wolves' claws and teeth. Four of them died in battle, seven or eight war horses were bitten and wounded, while over a dozen others fled in terror. The iron-clad army couldn't help but lament their situation. Initially, they had refrained from charging into the village to avoid implicating its residents, so instead, they dismounted and formed an array, intending to annihilate the wolf pack here. Little did they expect that these ferocious wolves were being commanded by someone, each one fearlessly advancing forward in succession.

  The eerie flute sound came from an unknown place, although it was fleeting and uncertain, but it never stopped. General Iron Wing pierced the skull of a vicious wolf with one spear, roaring: "Listen up, beast witches of Kunlun Mountain! If you dare to show off under Yuding Mountain, come out and fight this general! You are also cultivators, what kind of heroism is hiding your head and showing your tail? Are your guts not even comparable to these vicious wolves?" The loud voice echoed in all directions, and even the villagers inside the town could hear it clearly.

  The flute sound stopped abruptly, followed by a scornful snort, and after the laughter faded away, a middle-aged man's voice came from afar: "Yu Ding Mountain? What a big name! This immortal is just coming down from Yu Ding Mountain, and I haven't seen any of the turtles in Yu Ding Gate who can do anything to me! If you know what's good for you, go back where you came from. Maybe this immortal will spare your lives. Otherwise, leave your lives behind to entertain my wolf-like followers!" The man's voice sounded awkward and strange, very different from the smooth accent of the Central Plains, yet it echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

  As the flute sound stopped, a pack of wolves howled, and many fierce wolves stopped biting, spinning around in place. The black iron army raised their swords and guns, quickly killing dozens of fierce wolves surrounding the horse carriage. Just now when the wolves pounced on the horse carriage, Wusheng's five people were about to take action again. Now seeing that things had taken a turn for the worse, with real cultivators arriving from outside, Wu Mu Daoist's previous warnings suddenly echoed in their minds. For a while, they didn't dare to act rashly either, fearing to bring even more trouble.

  General Iron Wing's heart sank, unaware to others, but clear in his mind that the person who just spoke was at least five or six miles away. Being able to detect and command this pack of wolves from such a distance meant that the opponent had at least sixth or seventh layer Practicing Qi power, possibly even higher. And yet, they claimed to have come from under Jade Cauldron Mountain, which made it all the more astonishing - could it be that something major had happened in the Jade Cauldron Sect?

  Those villagers who rushed out of the small town also heard the middle-aged man's voice. Hearing that his tone was so big, he called himself "Ben Xian", and those vicious wolves were called "Tian Lang". They couldn't help but change their faces one by one, and they all stopped in their tracks.

  This place is less than three hundred miles away from Yuding Mountain. In the past, there were also many Taoist priests who would pass by here. The villagers in these mountains and villages revered the immortals of Yuding Mountain with great reverence. Without even listening to what the middle-aged man had to say, as soon as they heard that he was an "immortal", they were already frightened and did not dare to move forward. Many people quietly turned around and retreated from where they came from, and more and more followed suit.

  To the east of the town, more than two miles away in a dense forest, on the forked branches of two adjacent large trees, sat two middle-aged men around 40 years old. They were both tall and had six or seven similarities in their appearance, with the same long hair draped over their shoulders, the same silver hoop binding their hair, the same high nose and deep eyes, and curly brown mustaches. Their upper body was bare, while their lower body wore a short skirt made of leopard skin. Their bronze-colored skin had muscles bulging up and down, and they were barefoot, with a silver ring on each of their left ankles.

  On the left, one person held a snow-white jade flute that was as long as a ruler, while another person held a four-foot-long silver curved knife. Not far below them stood two massive green wolves, six feet tall, motionless, and seemingly even more ferocious than the green wolf Iron Wing General had just killed.

  The person on the right side of his face showed a hint of impatience, let out a cold snort and said: "I really don't know what Master is thinking, dealing with a group of ordinary soldier mortals and having my brother and I come all the way here. Since we're allowed to take action, why not let us finish them off quickly? That Iron Wing clearly only has a cultivation base of three layers, yet he instructs us not to act rashly. What is there to fear? If he were truly a person with profound magical powers, how could he end up becoming a general in the mundane world?"

  His voice was full of discontent, and after glancing at the man holding the flute, he complained again: "Big brother, you're also like this. Why bother arguing with them? Why waste your magic using 'Misty Sound Technique' to hide our true whereabouts? In my opinion, it's better to just kill them directly, leaving none behind, that's the most efficient way."

  The man on the left brought the jade flute to his lips and played for a moment, watching as the pack of wolves charged again, desperately biting. Only then did he speak slowly: "Third brother, I told you before that we should let Iron Wing pass through this town first before coming back to surround and kill him, but you didn't listen. If we had done it that way, there wouldn't be any trouble now. You also saw how the villagers and hunters from the town have all come out, do you want to cast a spell to kill Iron Wing in front of them? Or do you want to kill them together with him? Just now I used the 'Confusion Technique' for two reasons: one was to make Iron Wing fearful and unable to find our exact location, and the other was precisely to scare off these foolish villagers. Then it will be much more convenient for us to take action!"

  "I don't know whether to blame you for being timid or praise you for having a compassionate heart. Since big brother doesn't want to take action, let little brother go and kill this group of villagers who are asking for death?"

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