A Lone Battle Against Ten Thousand Troops

"Fourth Master Hong, you really are stubborn!"

Gu Sheng raised a hand and drew the Cleaving Mountain Blade from behind him. Its edge pointed straight at Fourth Master Hong. "Still, when I reach you in a moment, I hope you can remain this stubborn."

"My god, no way! Could it be…"

Yan Dan, standing with his sword in his arms among the concealed crowd, watched Gu Sheng’s performance and formed a vague guess, yet he could not bring himself to believe it. "The swordmaster of Green Lake Island once said that only Xiantian experts had the ability to move unhindered through armies and roam freely among ten thousand men.

"How long has it even been? How could there possibly be a Fourth Star Level Xiantian Reincarnator? Impossible…"

"This kid’s insane!"

Fourth Master Hong suddenly felt a sense of unreality. He understood what Gu Sheng’s words meant—the brat actually wanted to cross the White Horse Gang’s ten thousand warriors and reach him.

"Brothers, kill him! Whoever takes his head gets a thousand taels of gold!"

Fourth Master Hong had been startled, while Hong Zhenjie was delighted that Gu Sheng was courting death. He sank his energy into his dantian and shouted, calling on the White Horse Gang members to deal with Gu Sheng.

"Kill~"

Once there were more than ten thousand people, they stretched as far as the eye could see. The White Horse Gang’s ten thousand core disciples charged toward Gu Sheng, who stood alone beside the carriage, roaring furiously. They wanted to chop this man who dared challenge the White Horse Gang into mincemeat.

"Ha~"

Gu Sheng roared and launched himself upward with both feet. He stepped through the air several times before crossing more than thirty feet and crashing into the White Horse Gang members who had just charged over. The shockwave exploded in every direction, and within a radius of several yards, figures were sent tumbling in all directions.

"Yeow!"

"Help~"

The gang members had barely fallen before their own comrades trampled them underfoot. Before long, they fell silent.

"Hmph~"

Gu Sheng dragged his blade along the ground and spun once, then advanced while rotating and shifting his position. In that brief stretch of thirty feet, everything was drenched in blood. At least a hundred men died by his hand, leaving severed limbs scattered across the ground.

"Clang~"

The Cleaving Mountain Blade was blocked for the first time. A burly bald man held a heavy iron shield three inches thick. The casually swung blade had sunk deep into it. The man’s arm muscles were taut, veins bulging, his face twisted in pain as sweat poured down his body.

"Come help me! He’s too strong!"

The bald man blocked Gu Sheng for only an instant before feeling utterly powerless. He had put every ounce of strength into it, yet his opponent did not budge. Even his breathing had not changed in the slightest.

"Attack together!"

One after another, the White Horse Gang members rapidly gathered. Dozens of hands and round shields slammed forward from one direction, with even more men behind them pushing with all their might. At a rough glance, there were at least a hundred of them.

"Everyone, push together! Heave!"

More than a hundred men exerted themselves at once, trying to shove Gu Sheng, who stood upright with his blade in hand, to the ground. Yet Gu Sheng remained rooted in place without moving, apparently unable to pull free because his weapon was caught in the iron shield.

"Hmph~"

Gu Sheng planted both feet firmly on the ground. Seeing from the corner of his eye that some people were already closing in, preparing to take advantage of the situation, he could not be bothered to keep wasting time with them. More than one hundred and fifty thousand jin of force erupted in an instant. His arms tightened and moved, sending a shock of power through the heavy iron shield and forward.

"Boom~"

The heavy iron shield, a full three feet thick, exploded into fragments. The bald man and more than a hundred people behind him toppled backward at the same time. After hitting the ground, blood flowed from their mouths and noses, and soon they fell silent.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang~"

Gu Sheng held his blade horizontally before him, supporting the back of it with his left hand as he swept around in a spin. The White Horse Gang members’ weapons snapped apart and flew away, while the foremost group was sent tumbling.

"A mere ten thousand men dare stand in my way!"

Gu Sheng pointed his blade forward. As he advanced, he slashed and swept freely in every direction, shouting loudly as he walked, "Fourth Master Hong, if this is all your White Horse Gang is capable of, then I’ll take care of the entire gang by myself!"

"Bastard!"

Fourth Master Hong sat on the platform. Watching Gu Sheng slaughter his way through the crowd left him deeply upset. He clenched his fist and smashed it down on the back of his chair, crushing the Lapis Lazuli carving into fine powder.

"Crossing All Eight Directions!"

Gu Sheng roared. Standing where he was with his blade pointed at the sky, he unleashed the Meteor Blade technique he had derived himself. In an instant, one slash transformed into eight blade shadows, shooting eight three-yard-long blade forces toward the eight directions around him.

"Ah~"

Screams rose one after another. The White Horse Gang members who had surrounded him suffered a terrible calamity. Those who were lucky merely lost hands or feet, while the unlucky ones were split in two. Within a radius of fifteen feet, not a single person remained standing. Those within thirty feet all shrank back, too afraid to fight him.

"Three thousand taels of gold! I’ll reward whoever kills him with three thousand taels of gold!"

The White Horse Gang’s core disciples shrank back in fear. Hong Zhenjie was furious when he saw this and immediately increased the reward, determined to have Gu Sheng die here.

"Kill~"

Wealth moved the heart. Upon hearing that killing Gu Sheng would earn them three thousand taels of gold, more fearless men charged forward once again.

"Ah~"

Gu Sheng’s blade never stopped, nor did his footsteps. He spent half an hour crossing less than sixty feet, leaving behind a long trail of blood and corpses scattered across the ground. Since the battle began, more than a thousand people had already died directly or indirectly by his hand.

"Five thousand taels! No! Ten thousand taels of gold! All of you, attack together! If you die, I’ll take care of your wives and children… Kill him!"

Hong Zhenjie panicked when he saw people beginning to retreat again. He immediately raised the reward. When five thousand taels proved insufficient, he directly raised it to ten thousand, blurting out a string of promises. He was determined to make Gu Sheng die here.

"Clank-clank~"

A chain more than thirty feet long and as thick as an arm was dragged out. One end had been chopped off, while the other dragged an iron anchor. It was not hard to imagine that this had been torn from a ship.

"Yaaah~"

Dozens of people charged at Gu Sheng side by side while carrying the chain, intending to use its tremendous momentum to knock him down. Once a person lost his balance, no matter how great his strength was, he could not bring much of it to bear and would easily be dealt with.

"Parlor tricks!"

Gu Sheng tossed the Cleaving Mountain Blade from his right hand into his left. He thrust out his right hand and accurately seized the chain, assuming a stable horse stance with both feet. Then he pulled back and swung forward violently. The countless gang members at both ends of the chain were whipped away, each vomiting blood nonstop.

"I should thank you, too~"

Gu Sheng gripped the chain. With his full force of one hundred and sixty thousand jin bursting forth, he spun in place, swinging the chain in circles. Wherever its shadow passed, it swept everything away. Other than Gu Sheng, no one in the field remained standing.

"Here, take it back!"

After Gu Sheng swung it more than ten times, none of the White Horse Gang’s core disciples dared approach. He swung it around once more, then took aim at Fourth Master Hong and threw it with all his strength. The several-hundred-jin iron anchor shot straight toward Fourth Master Hong like an arrow loosed from a bow as he continued sitting there pompously.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

Fourth Master Hong’s expression changed drastically. As he roared at his subordinates, he flicked up the Cold Moon Blade standing beside him. The Cold Moon Saber Art, which he had painstakingly studied in seclusion for decades, erupted with full force, and eighteen blade shadows enveloped the flying iron anchor.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang…"

Fourth Master Hong struck eighteen times in an instant, every blow accurately hitting a weak point on the iron anchor. At last, he dispelled the crisis.