With the Blade-Chapter 57 - 52: Slayer of Shamans (Part 3)

"Can I really trust you?"

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel a sense of doubt in his heart.

But soon, he cast aside this doubt.

Since he had already made a choice, there was no need for any regret.

"My life, I entrust it to you."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng gripped the hilt tightly.

The long saber was unsheathed.

"Buzz—"

Although it was just the sound of the blade scraping the scabbard’s mouth, at this moment it seemed exceptionally piercing.

A short clang, yet it overshadowed the horn, overshadowed the drumbeats, overshadowed the incantation, and even overshadowed everything near Du Chengfeng’s ears!

What remained at his ears was nothing but a distant, smoke-like, clear recitation.

"What..."

At the moment this recitation overshadowed the drumbeats, Du Chengfeng instantly regained control of his body, not just his body, but even his consciousness became clear again as this ethereal recitation sounded!

"You..."

Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but look down at the Broken Horse Long Saber in his hand.

The sharp blade hummed in his grip, as if the resonance from earlier hadn’t dissipated.

It also seemed to be conveying something.

"Did you also not recite the rest?"

Du Chengfeng was at a loss for words.

"Well, asking me is no use, I haven’t read the books here either."

Although he said this, Du Chengfeng had already pulled out a short dagger from his chest with his left hand.

The rough cloth-wrapped handle was only meant to prevent the blade from cutting his hand, clearly the broken sword tip left behind by the Swordsman Cui Yuan before.

"Although I haven’t read the books here, I can recite something else for you."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng tapped the long saber’s blade with the broken sword tip.

"The people of Zhao leisurely tie their beards with tassels! The Wu sword shines with frost and snow!"

Accompanying the sound of metal clashing, Du Chengfeng loudly recited, chanting one of the few poems he could still manage to recite.

The twelve men dancing around the distant bonfire seemed to have realized that Du Chengfeng had broken free from their control. The horn sound and drumbeat became more and more muffled, even the heart-piercing incantation becoming more drawn out.

Yet this time, Du Chengfeng once again tapped on the long saber in his hand.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse! Galloping swiftly like a meteor!"

Rather than calling it a chant, it was more a simple shout; having never learned much about music, Du Chengfeng’s singing of the verses was entirely without rhythm.

Yet beneath this noise-like chant, Du Chengfeng pushed off the ground with his toes, his whole body shooting out like a meteor cutting through the sky.

The twelve dancing men in the distance realized something was wrong but showed no intention of fleeing. These elderly men one after another cut open their arms, letting their blood splash onto the large drum and horn in their hands.

The beat and horn, stained with blood, became increasingly eerie. The clarity brought back to Du Chengfeng’s mind by the recitation was once again about to be drowned in madness under this sound.

It was at this moment that Du Chengfeng tapped the long saber in his hand once again.

In the northern region of Ji, since ancient times, there had been many bold and passionate singers.

There was no need for beautiful rhythm, nor for a pleasant tune, not even needing instruments.

In ancient times, the gallant swordsmen needed merely to loosen their chest and sing as they beat their swords.

Now, Du Chengfeng was only three meters away from those twelve prairie dancers.

"One man killed in ten steps! No one remains over a thousand miles!"

With just two tiger-like leaps, Du Chengfeng’s figure had already landed in the middle of the twelve prairie dancers.

As his body spun, the Five-foot Long Saber in the moonlight arced a complete circle.

The Dragon-tiger stance, Flying Dragon Saber’s transformation, full moon.

Some prairie dancers had already escaped the range of the Five-foot Long Saber, but the thin gleam of the blade still swept across their necks.

"Once the affair is done, walk away, hiding one’s identity and name."

Accompanied by the sound of Du Chengfeng sheathing his blade, twelve large heads rolled to the ground.

As he had mentioned wanting to hide one’s achievements and name, Du Chengfeng certainly wasn’t foolish enough to remain here. After slashing twelve people with one saber stroke, Du Chengfeng quickly grabbed something from the ground as a trophy and immediately turned around to flee, carrying his Five-foot Long Saber.

"What? You still want to hear the rest of it?"

Du Chengfeng had just mounted his horse and was about to put all his weapons into the saddlebag when he suddenly felt a slight tremor from the Broken Horse Long Saber in his hand.

"This... don’t ask, I’ll tell you later when there’s time."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng shoved the Broken Horse Long Saber back into the saddlebag.

It’s not that he intentionally wanted to keep something secret.

The main reason was that he himself hadn’t memorized the entire poem.