Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely-Chapter 390 - 191: Repel the Enemy and Punish, The 1st Wedding
Chapter 390: Chapter 191: Repel the Enemy and Punish, The 1st Wedding
From the north, a fierce wind swept in.
Yuwen Dao, Yue Feng, and the other seven people stood at the doorway but could still feel the power of the fierce wind.
The seven of them felt their eyes blur for a moment; nothing seemed to have happened. Yet, when they looked up again towards the roof where Xia Hong was sitting, their expressions changed instantly.
Across from Xia Hong, at some unknown point, a man had appeared.
A middle-aged man.
He was burly, with broad features and an overbearing presence in his eyebrows, dressed in snow-white clothes that sharply contrasted with Xia Hong’s silky black attire, holding a dark, yard-long spear.
"Chen Yingyuan, the Great Leader of the Hive Camp, has actually come directly!"
Yue Feng inside the wooden building immediately recognized the identity of the middle-aged man.
No wonder, the resemblance to Chen Yingba was uncanny.
However, there were still significant differences; the domineering aura of the man in front of them seemed to seep into his bones. Since his appearance, he hadn’t uttered a word, yet an inexplicable oppressive feeling lingered.
At these words, Yuwen Dao and the others nearby displayed a serious expression.
Xia Hong and his group had stayed here from the first day of the month to the fifth, worried that people from the Hive Camp might come to cause trouble.
They hadn’t seen any activity for five days and thought everything was fine.
Unexpectedly, the leader Chen Yingyuan had come personally.
Not only the seven, but over a hundred people in the six Hunting Teams remaining in Jing Valley were also awakened by Xia Hong’s earlier voice, yet none of them dared step out of the wooden houses, only observing from the shadows inside.
"Beehive, Chen Yingyuan!"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man on the roof addressing Xia Hong with cupped hands, Yuwen Dao and the seven others focused intently, not daring to make a sound.
On the roof, hearing this somewhat redundant self-introduction, Xia Hong’s gaze remained calm, his displeasure was unchanged, and he glanced slightly towards the northern valley entrance before continuing to watch the middle-aged man quietly.
Having spoken first yet receiving no response, the middle-aged man did not seem annoyed, instead his eyes gradually lit up with fire, and the hands holding the spear trembled slightly.
"Leader Xia Hong, forgive me!"
With these seven words, Chen Yingyuan’s sturdy figure instantly vanished from his original spot, turning into a violent gale rushing fiercely towards Xia Hong.
The fierce wind roared, sweeping up a snow mist over three stories high, and below, Yuwen Dao and the others’ faces were shocked, their eyes full of awe.
"So fast!"
"With such speed, can he almost fly?"
"More terrifying is the power; look at that snow mist, not one piece was left intact."
"The leader seems not to move yet, will there be a problem?"
...
They couldn’t catch Chen Yingyuan’s body, only the pervasive snow mist completely covering Xia Hong’s figure, and seeing Xia Hong still motionless within the snow mist, they couldn’t help but worry.
On the roof, Xia Hong looked at the all-encompassing snow mist, his expression still calm as a deep well, with just his right hand placed on the hilt of his Yi Blade at his waist, watching calmly ahead.
In the snow mist, a point of cold light suddenly appeared in Xia Hong’s pupils.
That cold light pierced through the snow mist, in an instant, it was only three inches from his forehead.
The violent force scattered the surrounding snowflakes, and behind the cold light, the spear shaft, and following the spear shaft, Chen Yingyuan himself appeared completely in front of Xia Hong.
Swoosh...
Tiny snow grains were pierced by the condensed spear tip, the terrifying force rubbing against the air released high heat, causing the cold air around the spear tip to stagnate and vaporize, forming a visible air wave spear edge.
Clang...
However, the spear edge did not pierce Xia Hong’s forehead as expected.
A sound of metal clashing exploded out.
Everyone, including Chen Yingyuan holding the spear, had their gazes fixed.
The thin Yi Blade had, unknown when, been drawn by Xia Hong from his waist, the right hand lifted vertically in front of his face, precisely intercepting the spear tip with the blade face. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ
It’s known that Xia Hong’s Yi Blade, had a blade face at its widest only about an inch.
In such a short time, not only did he draw the blade, but he also blocked the spear edge with such precision.
This can only mean one thing!
"From the moment Chen Yingyuan got up, to the subsequent series of actions, in the leader’s eyes, nothing was hidden, all seen through."
"That snow mist likely only blocked our view."
"The leader even saw in advance which part he would attack."
"Doesn’t that mean, those previous movements he made, in the leader’s eyes, were no different from a clown?"
Below the wooden house, Yuwen Dao and the seven others, after a heated discussion, looked at Xia Hong with even more awe and fanaticism.
"Not only no different from a clown, it’s simply showing off in front of a master, just look at the leader’s hand gripping the blade..."
At Yue Feng’s hint, everyone’s gazes turned to Xia Hong’s right hand.
At this sight, the seven of them shuddered in unison, pupils filled with shock.
Xia Hong’s Yi Blade was held vertically with one hand.
He didn’t rely on any external force.
Even after blocking the spear tip, Xia Hong’s body didn’t move, his right hand remained in its original position, without the slightest tremor.
In contrast, the Chen Yingyuan opposite him held the spear with both hands, muscles all over his body swelling, his breath causing his clothes to flutter, and even after the spear tip collided with the blade, his body started trembling.
The words "effortless" and "exhausted" were now fully realized in the eyes of all the Earth-digging Realm cultivators of the Great Xia below.
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