MTLNOVEL Chapter 6: Ch.6 A Massacre
Jiayi Bi knew danger was coming, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His eyes glowed with golden hew as spiritual energy started gushing out from his body.
"Imperial Dragons Dance"
He shouted as his spiritual energy took the form of a golden dragon attached to his spear. With one swing, a 100-meter-wide blade was thrown out.
Before the inner disciples could even react half of them were cleaved in half as blood gushed out, without letting the other have the time to respond he slammed his foot to the ground.
BOOM!!
With the sound of cannon firing, he disappeared from their sight as heads started to fall on the ground.
All the inner disciples died without even properly understanding how they died.
The slaves and the army seeing this burst out in a loud cheer as the battle titled in the favour of the army.
But before they could celebrate more an intense and dark aura enveloped them.
"Well, trash is always trash."
Bingwen said in a snickering tone as he slowly walked toward the position of Jiayi Bi, his spiritual aura glowing red as blood pressed against the martial god.
Sweats couldn't help but break out from Jiayi's back as he looked at the opponent in front of him, through his senses he could see the vast spiritual energy hidden inside the opposition.
"And are you the so-called martial god?"
"haa, Just a mere Foundation Building: Dantena Filling stage dared to call himself a god."
He continued with a mocking tone as he had a look of disgust on his face.
"Imperial Dragon Drive"
Jiayi replied with an attack as golden spiritual energy condensed in the spear tip making a dragon head.
Putting his full force he made a piercing motion he attacked with all his might.
Seeing the attack coming Bingwen acted cocky but was fully serious on the inside.
Just before the spear could pierce his head he used his long sword to block it, as the spear was blocked the dragon's head jumped out trying to bite off his face.
"Peaty tricks."
He sneered as a red hand crushed the dragon's head, seeing his attack failing Jiayi bi didn't get flustered as he continued with a volley of spear strikes all aimed at the vitals.
Bingwen wasn't the one to be outdone as he countered all the attacks with minimum waste of movement.
"At least some decent martial arts."
He commented as he slashed his sword at Jiayi's face, Jiayi calmly blocked as a towering force hit his spear.
His feet shrunk to the ground as he could feel his muscles and bones crying, he grunted his teeth and stood his ground.
"Now, it's time for my counterattack."
Bingwen gave an evil smile as spiritual energy burst out covering his body like armor, the ground beneath his feet cracked due to the pure pressure put on it.
With another swing the wind roared, Jiayi was able to block it but he was sent flying back. His organs were rattled as he vomited blood.
"Now let's end this farce."
With those words, he rushed forward like a bullet crossing the speed of sound in an instant.
"AAAAAAAAAA"
Jiayi roared as he released every ounce of his spiritual energy, two figures shuttled throughout the battlefield leaving craters on the ground.
Sounds of winds piercing and metals clashing could be heard as a battle that mortals can never hope to intervene in happened.
Cling!!! Shatter!!!
With the last sound of metal shattering the battle came to an end as the headless body of Jiayi fell to the ground.
His spear was half broken and his head was in the hands of Bingwen, who looked at the desperate face he had in his last moment and smiled.
"Haha, This is all that weak deserve."
He said as he threw the head to the ground.
The slaves and soldiers watching the scene fell to the ground in disbelief and despair as they couldn't believe the thing they saw.
"Now end this farce,"
Bingwen commanded as the outer disciples and remaining inner disciples killed with smiles on their faces.
With just a single death this war had become a massacre.
"Also.."
He muttered as he looked in the direction of the scared slaves, a sadistic smile appeared on his face as he continued.
"Kill half of all the slaves.'
With his words, the slaves fell to the ground begging for mercy, some even blamed others and tried to save themselves.
Bingwen watched this scene in silence as he looked at the play of the mortals.
A memory of his childhood came to his mind, a memory of his father sacrificing him to the bandits to save his own life.
Though in the end his father died in his hands and the bandits died in the hands of his master.
"Strength is the true answer and drive for cultivation."
He muttered as he hardened his belief.
"Master what about the one who stayed in the cave."
An outer disciple, aka his henchman, asked him as he stood behind him.
"Oh, someone actually stayed."
"Yes, Master"
The outer disciple nodded his head.
"Hmmm"
He hummed a tune as he looked at the desperate slaves.
"Then reward him, after all a man who knows the situation is king."
He replied but in a higher voice so that the other slaves could hear, and hear they did.
A wave of jealousy and anger appeared on their face as they cursed Yucheng for their mistake.
They aren't even sure if they will live and if he is going to enjoy a reward, such comparison set fire to these desperate slaves.
Even those with good relations with Yucheng cursed him in their heart, especially the crooked-faced one.
Jealousy and anger could be seen seeping through his face.
After all, there is no anger without comparison.
Yucheng, who was unaware of this was mining away as he tried to increase his wealth of spirit stones.
Though even if he knew he wouldn't have cared. After all, as a person who is living a second life, he is more than aware of human nature.