Chapter 682: Without A Miss

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Steel Cavalry general who had spoken out was taken aback. He hoarsely uttered, "Then… my three brothers…"

Yun Xiaoyao heaved a long sigh. He did not say anything further but everyone understood what he meant. Many Steel Cavalrymen abruptly fell silent, tears stinging their eyes. Men did not cry easily, but the comradeship and kinship created from the battlefield would always easily evoke hot tears from these men.

The Steel Cavalry general then continued with a sob. "Then… my three brothers… I – we… are there still…"

"Yes," Yun Xiaoyao answered in a tone filled with irrepressible anguish.

The general was infuriated. "Who? Who else?"

His sharp gaze washed over everyone's faces.

Yun Xiaoyao sighed and took two steps forward to approach the general, saying softly, "It's…"

Even as he spoke, Yun Xiaoyao was already extending his arm to choke the general while his other arm descended in a swift strike; he continued in anger. "It's you!"

With a muted crack, the general's shoulder was entirely shattered by Yun Xiaoyao's strike; even his chest had collapsed inwards. It had never crossed his mind that he could still be recognized, with his excellent disguise and poignant emotions. He was so confident in his disguise that he did not put up the slightest bit of defense against the sudden attack.

His eyes widened in disbelief when they rested on Yun Xiaoyao, his words struggling to leave his mouth. "You – You… How… You…"

Profound resentment flashed in Yun Xiaoyao's eyes as he replied, "How can such a bastard like you be able to replicate even the tiniest bit of the kinship among the Steel Cavalry? You did not think about seeking revenge for your brothers, you did not ask where your brothers' remains are. You only care about finding out about the spies – what do you take the Steel Cavalry for? "

The accused man's gaze was unfocused as he murmured, "So… I see…"

"Where are our men?" Yun Xiaoyao was harsh in his questioning.

The man chuckled in despair and said, "Unexpected… so unexpected that I, the Thousand Illusory Scholar… will succumb here…"

His already unfocused gaze looked towards Yun Xiaoyao with a slight hint of mockery; he spoke with a sneer, "Your men… do you still have to ask?"

Yun Xiaoyao shouted in rage and struck the Thousand Illusory Scholar's head; dashing it into pieces with a fierce palm strike.

More than fifty men of the Steel Cavalry around the pair witnessed the scene with glazed eyes, rage and anguish painting their faces.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

The golden shimmers flashed again. This time, there were five of those sparks, targeted directly at five people among the crowd. As the five targeted men saw the gold flicker flashing towards them, they roared and without hesitation, sprung up to flee. They were already exposed; if they waited any longer, there would only be death to welcome them.

It came as a surprise when these five people froze in midair, just as they sprung up. It was as if someone had tied a rope to their legs and were pulling them back harshly.

Fang Mofei, who was equipped with an earlier experience, was prepared. With a jerk, the sword in his hands showed its amazing capabilities again. Sword light crackled like thunderbolts, raining down, and five heads fell to the ground, almost in unison.

It was from this point on that seven to eight people who had disguised themselves among the cavalry shot up and charged towards a high altitude to flee. They did not even wait for Yun Xiaoyao and the Steel Cavalry to verify the identities of the dead.

The situation was clear now and they no longer had any thoughts to stay hidden amongst the troops. While they were not sure if their information was made known to their opponent, they knew that there would be no difference between staying here and seeking death, since the nine who had been exposed had not even managed to survive. This was because of the nine people who were exposed were not ordinary characters – especially the Thousand Illusory Scholar who could be considered the top few disguise experts in this world. His skills in deception were flawless, without a single loophole – at least the rest had not been able to see any blunder – but he had still been caught and killed.

As these people made their move, the rest of the impostors who were still some distance away followed suit. There were another twelve people who trailed behind in an attempt to escape.

Yun Xiaoyao did not hurry to stop the fugitives. He growled, a thunderously loud rumble in his throat.

Right after the drawn-out howl, countless shadows appeared from the surroundings to block the men from escaping. A fight broke out in the air.

Those who had appeared to halt the fugitives' escape were all dressed alike. They wore bronze masks of menacing faces, looking exceptionally terrifying and eerie. What was equally horrifying were their skills; they were assured and powerful, as if they were only chopping up vegetables as seventeen of the over twenty men trying to flee were quickly struck to the ground.

Only the last three men remained fighting stubbornly.

These three men were impressively skilled. Even when they faced the siege of the ten Yama Kings and were at a disadvantage, their attacks and defenses were orderly without any sign of panic.

Yun Yang could not help frowning as he watched discreetly. Without further hesitation, he joined in the battle.

A considerable portion of what happened today exceeded Yun Yang's expectations. He had neither the intention nor the time to remain entangled with these people. It would be the best to end this battle as soon as possible.

The breeze blew softly in a caress; everything was it was supposed to be. However, the three men who were fighting immediately sensed that something was amiss.

They had been hovering in the air, but now, they felt like they were within the ocean. None of their body parts could exert any strength, while their limbs seemed to be influenced by a formless wave as they vaguely felt like they were being pulled upon launching their strikes.

The accumulation of various disturbances prevented them from performing to the best of their capabilities.

Bewildered, they were surprised yet again when they realized that their legs seemed to be entangled by something, as any sort of movement was difficult. It was akin to being wrapped by seaweed under the sea. However, they saw nothing when they stole a peek. Only when they cultivated and triggered the maximum eruption of their cultivation method did they feel the hold on their legs ease.

Although they were now rid of the shackling hindrance, the slight delay had added more than a handful of wounds on these men, unavoidably reducing their combat power.

In addition, it inadvertently showed that their opponents were not at all interrupted by the strange disturbance. It meant that the strange occurrence came from their opponents – otherwise, why was it only effective on them?

The three men panicked then, crying out, "What's going on?"

Alarmed, they pushed their cultivation base to the maximum and attempted to flee with all their might.

In spite of this, the ten Yama Kings were already having the upper hand. How could they allow the trio to escape? They launched a further attack without slowing down and in a more forceful manner. It was growing obvious that one side was close to being defeated while another party was pressing on more aggressively.

The trio grew even more unnerved. Other than the consecutive attacks of the ten Yama Kings, they could feel the air around them become increasingly sticky. The weird feeling of resistance, as if they were wading in water intensified... and their legs were entangled once again!

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