Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 223 - 125 Various Cloud Movements, Mr. Ying Who Shears the Sheep’s Wool (22)_3

Zhao Daniu slowly exhaled, his voice slightly trembling as he said:

"This, Fifth Shopkeeper, this, is really..."

When he turned around, he did not see the caravan anymore, let alone the shopkeeper. Slightly stunned, he turned to look but could faintly see through the gaps between the charging horses, the caravan’s flag still fluttered vigorously. A group of eight seemed to be moving faster and more urgently, as terrifying as horses charging. He was once again shocked, feeling that today’s experiences were far from ordinary.

Just then, a sudden thunderous twang of bowstrings resounded through the air.

An arrow pierced the tranquil night with a trail of light, heading straight for the caravan. Just as it was about to reach the caravan’s carts, a benign-looking man suddenly leapt forward. Reaching the powerful arrow first, he caught it beside him with his right hand as if plucking a straw, crushing the arrow in his hand and then gently landing back on his feet to continue onwards. Between this rise and fall, he demonstrated an extremely refined martial arts cultivation, the kind that could usually penetrate through ten feet of Stone City’s gate, yet was effortlessly crushed by him, a feat only possible for a Middle Third Rank.

Atop a chestnut battle horse, a white-clad War General no longer hesitated. He drew another arrow, shouting:

"White Tiger Hall, you kill for wealth, causing the death of over three hundred from the Noble Clan of Fufeng County City. You deserve death!"

"Why not surrender?"

His voice thundered, making Zhao Daniu see stars and sending chills down his spine.

Seeing their actions exposed, the group exchanged glances, their hearts sinking.

In this situation, it was too late to figure out how they had been exposed. They could no longer hide and drew their weapons, the sound of their Vigorous Qi roaring like dragons, everyone possessing at least Sixth Rank in cultivation. Yet, the leader in white, a rare expert of the Military Family, was near the pinnacle of the Fifth Rank, his treasured bow also remarkable.

Furthermore, his strikes served only to restrain, not to kill. He drew his bow in rapid succession, the sound of thunder rolling continuously, with streaks of light like shooting stars targeting the vital areas of those experts, who for the moment could not escape, while nearby soldiers also reined their horses and drew their bows.

Their right hands uniformly raised, grabbing the arrows from the quivers on their backs.

Creak—

The bowstrings were drawn.

A chilling aura radiated from that spot, the cold light on the arrows visible even in deep night, outshining the stars in the sky, instilling innate fear even in the Sixth Rank experts of White Tiger Hall.

An elite military formation, always the bane of Jianghu experts.

Especially with even stronger experts to pin them down.

In the next instant, countless Break Qi arrows flew towards them.

Normally, with Sixth Rank martial arts, they would have been able to break out, but pinned down by a Military Family expert, if they dared soar into the air, they would fall like thunderstruck by the arrows, and for the time being, they could only form a defensive perimeter, bracing against this arrow rain.

In moments, the onslaught of arrows ceased. Even in the night, they sensed a sudden brightening of the atmosphere.

Before they could catch their breath, the thunderous noise roared again.

From behind them, cavalry from another city, alerted by Gongsun Jing and his men, sped towards them. Their strength could not be compared to that of State City, but at this moment, the White Tiger Hall martial artists were already mentally cracked and had not noticed this. They only saw dust billowing without knowing how many Iron Cavalry were behind them, their faces turning pale.

The leader on their side suddenly bellowed:

"Fire the arrows!"

The arrow fell like rain, casting deep despair into the eyes of those from White Tiger Hall.

............

Seconds later, surrounded by thousands of cavalry and experts, the White Tiger Hall members, who thought their plan was flawless, were turned into a hornet’s nest, dead beyond dead.

Gongsun Jing was somewhat out of breath; he too had slain two enemies in the fray, feeling slightly proud.

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Dismounting, he looked at the unwillingness in the eyes of those martial artists, feeling a touch of melancholy.

These people... they had intended to use the time difference in message transmission and troop mobilization between the different cities of Great Qin, changing their identities to legitimate ones before heading towards County City, escaping Great Qin’s pursuit. Yet, they had not foreseen the existence of another mysterious organization.

Gongsun Jing knew in his heart that although the conspiracy was ingenious, it could not afford any problems at critical points. Yet, that Hall Master’s few words were the most crucial and deadly strike, easily shattering the long-planned scheme without even showing himself.

As he marveled in shock, feeling somewhat vicariously proud, Gongsun Jing was momentarily in a trance.

While Gongsun Jing was dazed, the man in white dismounted, flipped open the caravan’s cart covering. Underneath were large urns filled with goods. He slightly frowned, suddenly drew a battle saber from Gongsun Jing’s waist, and with a slash of Vigorous Qi, shattered those urns. The crisp sound of cracking was incessant as the contents spilled out.

Stained with blood, they were human corpses, seemingly chopped into large pieces to fit inside the urns, likely the original hired hands of the caravan, killed to execute this strategic subterfuge. Presumably, before entering the city, they would have been disposed of secretly.