Chapter Twenty-Four: Who Can Be an Enemy?

  Both sides formed a brief standoff, countless warming helpers and disciples wielding swords and knives came to surround the crowd, they also saw that Yu Ze Cheng and others were less than fifty, not many in number, wanting to use more to beat fewer.

  Yu Ze Cheng drew out his Cold Snow Sword and shouted loudly:

  "There is no retreat, only sacrifice oneself to kill the enemy. The fierce tiger has no rival, those who block me will die, those who follow me will live. Kill, kill, kill."

  In his roar, everyone shouted along:

  "Kill, kill, kill."

  In an instant, the momentum surged forward, charging ahead, and both sides clashed together. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, swords crossed, and in an instant, dozens of Tian Nuang Bang disciples were brutally slaughtered.

  The elite disciples of the Heating Help, led by the three great heavenly kings, all lay in ambush at Ma's village. Those who stayed behind were ordinary disciples, that is, the woodcutters and hunters in the mountains, and the professional fighters who had been training with Yu Zecheng for many years. The difference was countless times, and suddenly fifty people were cut down to the ground.

  Especially Lin Ye Hong, Dou You Zi, Fu Gang, and Gou Lian San Ying, these masters were unbeatable. As soon as they took action, many people were killed, the brave ones died in battle, the timid ones escaped with their lives, and the two sides clashed, with the defeated party being slaughtered mercilessly.

  Someone in the distance shouted:

  "Release the arrow, release it quickly."

  Hundreds of arrows flew over immediately, and Yu Ze Cheng had specially made shields for his subordinates last time. With a loud order, the battle formation changed, one person held up a shield to protect another person holding a knife. Only a few people were shot by bows and arrows, but more than 30 disciples from the surrounding Warmth Sect were hit by their own people's bows and arrows, and curses erupted immediately.

  Yu Ze Cheng and his men accelerated their charge, instantly entangling with the enemy. The archers in the distance, numbering in the tens, dared not shoot arrows again, fearing they would hit their own people. In this brief moment of confusion, Yu Ze Cheng and his men arrived, instantly cutting down all the archers. This is the difference between professionals and non-professionals. If Yu Ze Cheng and his men were leading the team, there would be no such thing as "own people", they would shoot first and ask questions later.

  Someone sneaked up onto the top of the arrow tower, wanting to shoot and injure people with a hidden arrow, but was shot dead by Fang Gang who was patrolling outside.

  The heating helper's disciples started to retreat, at the critical moment, a man shouted loudly and rushed out, holding a huge familiar copper stick in his hand, swinging it wildly towards this side.

  This man is none other than the mighty Jin Gang Yang De Bao. His large stick swings with great force, creating a whirlwind that can take down ten wise men with one blow.

  This won't do, Yu Ze Cheng's hand shook and he activated the fire talisman. Flames spewed out, and Juren Yang De Bao immediately turned into a human torch. He let out a loud, mournful cry as he endured the flames' scorching, charging towards Yu Ze Cheng in an attempt to drag him down with him to mutual destruction.

  Seeing his fierce momentum, hearing his terrifying screams, Yu Ze Cheng's disciples involuntarily took a step back. But Yu Ze Cheng not only didn't retreat, instead he charged forward, using the power of Blood Ability in his hand, swinging it into a knife, cutting through the cold snow with one slash, instantly beheading Yang De Bao along with the familiar copper rod and fire person.

  The Snow Blade was indeed sharp, and with this one slash, Yu Ze Cheng felt a tremor throughout his body. His body seemed to be filled with infinite power, and the blood energy not only didn't decrease but instead absorbed a strand of blood energy from Yang De Bao's body. The quality of the blood energy contained in this person who was on the verge of death was extremely high, strong and unparalleled. The absorbed blood energy was enough to fill one strand, and as it entered his body, it boiled in his meridians. In an instant, Yu Ze Cheng realized that the Blood Ring required rivers of blood to be formed, and countless people had to be killed to cultivate it. His eyes turned red, and he pointed at Yang Yi Cheng, who was standing in the main hall, shouting:

  "Kill."

  Then he led the way and charged forward alone, while the other retreating disciples couldn't help but feel ashamed of their own cowardice, their faces flushing red, before following Yu Ze Cheng to charge forward together.

  If you watch from the air, you'll see thousands of warming helpers and disciples surrounding more than 40 Black Tiger Hall disciples. However, these thousand people were killed by those forty people until they were unrecognizable, unable to withstand their frenzied attacks. Wherever they went, no one could resist them, and the people they killed fell to the ground, leaving behind a trail of blood and flesh, as well as countless injured people crying out in agony.

  What firewood, what heating, what battle array. All completely useless. Isn't there a bonfire? Hooked up three eagles to pick up the fire of the bonfire and throw it onto the roof of the house, instantly flames rose, and the mountain stronghold was in a sea of fire.

  Yu Ze then became a fierce warrior, with the power of blood energy infused into his knife. No one was a match for him, and he continuously killed over a dozen people on his way. The people he killed were all splattered with fresh blood. The Snow Knife was no longer white, but instead had a layer of bloody mist wrapped around it, as if countless streams of fresh blood were flowing on the knife.

  The other side took the warmth to help the brave disciples fight to the death, and the timid ones began to flee and escape. The rest of them rode their horses to the front of the hall, still more than 30 steps away from Yang Yicheng's face.

  Yang Yicheng shouted loudly and swung the long sword in his hand, ready to kill. At this time, an old man with snow-white hair and a dragon robe walked out of the great hall, strolling slowly.

  As soon as he came out, the atmosphere suddenly warmed up and the momentum surged, and everyone shouted with all their might:

  "Master, Master, Master."

  This man is Yang Chenglin, and at this most critical moment, he personally took action.

  He appeared, glanced lightly at the opposite side, and his contemptuous momentum was revealed without a doubt. Then, with a sudden leap, he quickly rushed towards Yu Zecheng like a butterfly fluttering around, this is the Huādié Dàfǎ's flying butterfly fire body method. He wanted to quickly approach Yu Zecheng and avoid his flame attack.

  Yu Ze Cheng began to use the fire token to target him, but he was too fast and couldn't grasp his trajectory. More than thirty steps, in an instant he fell, and soon he would rush to Yu Ze Cheng's side. On one side, Lin Hong and Dou Youzi shouted loudly, their treasured swords emitting countless sword auras that materialized into two gray wolves pouncing towards Yang Chenglin. Behind him, Fu Gang let out a tiger roar, and on his body a golden tiger appeared, another tiger shadow also pouncing towards Yang Chenglin.

  Yang Chenglin drew his hands together and shouted:

  Butterflies dance in the air.

  In an instant, he released his true energy, and a colorful butterfly image appeared in front of him. The wolf, tiger, and butterfly collided, and a huge explosion sounded instantly. The four people's true energy release was completely shattered. At this time, the power of the opponent's Butterfly Transformation Technique was revealed, so the remaining true energy splashed out and flew towards Yu Ze Cheng.

  Although these true energy fragments weakened in power, many people were still injured. One of the disciples let out a miserable cry as his right hand was severed instantly.

  Yu Ze Cheng stood at the forefront, swinging his sword to block, and immediately countless blood lights appeared on the sword, and all the true energy flew away.

  Yang Chenglin was also unbearable, and he resisted the true energy impact of the three great masters. He took a breath and prepared to charge again, but Yu Zecheng caught him this time, pointing at him, and suddenly a flame impact rushed towards him.

  Yang Chenglin roared:

  "Butterfly Fantasy Realm."

  The true energy was released, and the colorful butterfly reformed. The flames were immediately bounced back, but the colorful butterfly was extremely dull.

  The rebounding flames and Yu Ze Cheng crossed shoulders, fortunately not hitting anyone else, falling to the ground. Yu Ze Cheng didn't notice at all, previously Bai He Xi Da Ge had said that this fire talisman could only deal with masters who couldn't condense their true energy into a shield, now such a master finally appeared. After taking aim at him, Yu Ze Cheng immediately released the remaining four flames, releasing them all.

  The first one was bounced back, and the second one rushed in front of Yang Chenglin immediately. He only gathered his energy to form a shield, releasing his true energy wildly to protect himself.

  The second fire pillar hit his shield, to no effect. The third arrived and the shield immediately began to wobble, no longer stable.

  The fourth fire pillar arrived, the "plop" protective cover collapsed, and Yang Chenglin's body suddenly burst into flames. He let out a loud cry and rushed towards the small river behind him, wanting to use water to put out the fire.

  In an instant, his figure disappeared without a trace. He was able to escape this disaster for two reasons: first, the flames had only burned half of him; second, he was well-versed in fire evasion techniques and had high internal energy, which is why he didn't die on the spot.

  Seeing him flee, all the warming helpers retreated, and their morale hit rock bottom. Yang Yicheng also wanted to escape, but he saw Yu Zecheng aiming his hand at him, as if saying:

  "You move, I'll burn you to death."

  Yang Yicheng was suddenly motionless, and in that instant, Gou Lian San Ying used his lightness skill to rush over, knocking him unconscious with one blow, and placing a knife at his neck, shouting:

  "Your boss has been caught, surrender, hurry up and surrender."

  Suddenly warming up, the disciples started staring at each other, unsure of what to do. Yu Ze let out a breath and won, using up all his fire symbols' flames, luckily he won.

  Suddenly, a corpse appeared in front of him. It suddenly stood up and pulled out a knife, slashing it into Yu Ze Cheng's chest, leaving a knife mark on his body, and blood gushed out instantly. The person was a young man, about the same age as Yu Ze Cheng. He pretended to be a corpse and slowly crawled over. At that time, everyone was busy fighting Yang Cheng Lin and didn't notice.

  He chopped into Yu Ze Cheng, extremely excited, and shouted:

  "I chopped him down, I chopped him..."

  Yu then made a sweeping motion with his hand and knife, the young man's right arm holding the knife was instantly cut off by him. Without hesitation, another knife, the young man's head flew up, flying high into the sky.

  Suddenly someone in front of him shouted:

  "Son, my son, I'm done for."

  A middle-aged man rushed over with a gun, while Yu Ze Cheng swung his sword again and chopped. The sword still had the young man's fresh blood on it. The blood and Yu Ze Cheng's internal energy resonated with each other, forming a bloody line that shot out into the air. Before the middle-aged man could even get close, he was struck by this bloody line. Wherever it splashed, it immediately disintegrated, and the middle-aged man instantly exploded into four or five pieces with a loud crash.

  At this time, the young man's head finally fell down and rolled in front of Yu Ze Cheng, still with a smile on his face.

  Yu then grasped a Tang knife in his hand, his eyes blood-red, and walked forward step by step. His footsteps were extremely heavy, as if he was walking on people's hearts, making them feel suffocated and oppressed, finding it hard to breathe.

  Yu Ze Cheng's entire body was splattered with fresh blood, the wound itself had stopped bleeding, but the blood flowing out from the surrounding corpses seemed to be converging towards him. Everyone felt as if there was a sea of blood beside him, and he looked like a demon emerging from that bloody sea.

  Upon seeing this strange phenomenon, all of the warming helpers' disciples began to retreat, their morale plummeting. Finally, one person could not bear it anymore, his large knife falling from his hand as he said:

  "Devil, devil, he is blood devil."

  Then he turned around and ran away. Others followed suit, while Yu Zhen shouted:

  "Kill."

  When they saw Yu Ze Cheng get injured, all the disciples were furious and started chasing and killing. The enemy's morale collapsed, even if they were chopped down from behind, they wouldn't turn back, but only ran forward as fast as their own people. In an instant, countless people were cut down to the ground, and after a moment, there was not a single standing disciple of the Warmth Gang in the mountain stronghold, leaving only a group of miserable cries of injured disciples who couldn't escape.

  Everyone returned, all with injuries on their bodies. They looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. After forty battles and a thousand fights, they had won a great victory, killing the enemy who fled in fear. This achievement would make them proud for the rest of their lives.

  The wound had stopped bleeding and the blood was able to circulate to this place, where it began to heal. This blood is truly a panacea, with all sorts of effects.

  Yu Ze became furious and let out a loud roar:

  "Everyone immediately sweeps the station, treats the wounded, and departs immediately after one minute."

  Sweeping the station is actually letting them loot freely, so as not to waste their efforts. At this time, the outside wind comes in and starts treating the wounded.

  Others started smashing doors and entering to loot, while Yang Yiliang led a few people to the warming shed's treasury and other places.

  About a minute later, everyone returned, and the people Yang Yiliang brought were all carrying things in big bags. The crowd began to retreat, and those injured by the warming helpers were not harmed or treated, but left to wail.

  The crowd left the entrance of the warming hut, and the flames of the warming hut were not extinguished by anyone. The fire burned more and more fiercely, accompanied by the mournful cries of the wounded on the ground, and the splashing of fresh blood everywhere, a scene of doomsday.