Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 342 - 297: Reunion Offline

"I can give you life, and I can make you die!" Mrs. Zeng, holding the Green Wind Saber, walked toward Wu Hen.

Her eyes were fixed on Wu Hen as a hawk zeros in on a field mouse.

As she continued to move towards Wu Hen, the compatriots who had gathered also intercepted her one after another. With the incentive of full compensation, they too became Jianghu Heroes who disregarded life and death.

Yet all the martial artists who tried to stop Mrs. Zeng fell, and there were fewer and fewer people around Wu Hen capable of protecting him. Your next chapter is on novelbuddy

Wu Hen did not retreat either; he knew that retreating now was pointless.

The excessive strength of Mrs. Zeng was beyond his expectations, after all, it was unlikely for such a small territory to produce a Martial Saint in a hundred years—it could only be said that his luck was somewhat lacking.

"I’ll take you on!" The Martial Monk was not one to covet life and fear death either; he had already slain three martial artists of the same Cultivation in this melee. Facing Mrs. Zeng from the Ninth Level martial family, the Martial Monk felt he still had the strength to fight.

Mrs. Zeng scoffed disdainfully, once again urging on the Green Holy Blade in her hand, slashing out two fan-shaped True Qi attacks toward the brave Martial Monk!

The Martial Monk dodged one, but the second fan-shaped True Qi attack sealed off all areas he could move to, forcing him to summon his entire body’s True Qi to form a Golden Bell Shield.

But the Golden Bell Shield was shattered instantly by the released True Qi, and the Martial Monk staggered backwards tens of meters, crashing into the watchtower.

Intense pain shot throughout his body, and though he was not immediately sent to the Netherworld by Mrs. Zeng’s blade, the Martial Monk felt the terror of the True Qi unleashed from the blade—it was not something their mere mortal bodies could withstand.

"Her Holy Blade can release True Qi, it’s like bullets hitting those who practice martial arts," Cheng Xiaoshan was somewhat shocked.

They were not even on the same level. The True Qi swirling around the Holy Blade was sharp as a laser, capable of cutting through any physical practitioner, and it generated explosive energy that would turn ordinary people to minced meat upon mere contact.

No wonder the hierarchy in True Martial World was so strict. After becoming a Martial Saint, whether it was the Prefecture City’s armies or all the masters of Jianghu, the martial skills they learned all their lives were like children’s play in front of her, utterly incapable of resistance.

One strike to shatter weapons, the second to breach defenses, the third to claim lives—even martial families above the Sixth Level met such fates. If they wore exceptionally luxurious armor, it only meant enduring one more strike!

Wu Hen’s survival up to this point was entirely because his compatriots used their flesh to bear the brunt of her attacks. Mrs. Zeng’s own Cultivation might just be Ninth Level martial family; had her Cultivation reached that of a true Martial Saint, with such Divine Armor and Holy Weapons, even twice the number of experts in Ya City couldn’t have avoided slaughter.

In the torrential rain, Mrs. Zeng’s smile became even more terrifying.

Those who could be called to Ya City to serve Wu Hen were rising stars in True Martial World over the past half year, possessing incredible adaptability. In only half a year’s time, they had established themselves in True Martial World, ahead of ordinary martial practitioners.

Similarly, they were still largely ignorant of this vast True Martial World. They always heard about how powerful Martial Saints were, and above Martial Saints were Martial Gods revered by millions—just how far along they were?

They had thought that with their wits and efforts, they could stand at the pinnacle of True Martial World and become True Martial Heroes. Yet they never imagined that merely a warrior with the Martial Saint Helmet Blade would apply such a terrifying pressure on them. It was a devastating blow to their spirits, plunging those who had just managed to stand tall in this otherworldly place back into a sense of insignificance.

"My lord, the Martial Monk won’t last long. Let me help you escape," Cheng Xiaoshan said anxiously.

"You run. With your movement technique, it’s not hard for you to escape, but I probably won’t have the chance," Wu Hen replied with a semblance of calm.

It was always a gamble.

Failure was natural.

If this battle were crucial to his very life and fortune, Wu Hen would never have allowed himself to stand on the edge of a cliff. He would have chosen to lie low and strengthen himself before contending with Jiang Mansion and Zeng Mansion...

Anyway, Wu Hen could say he fought a glorious battle for the entire Ya City, carrying Lu Yun’s final wish. The citizens of Ya City died on their feet, with no regrets, and planned to tell their ancestors about their repulsion of Jiang Mansion’s great army. As for a being like Mrs. Zeng, who came from Wuting, they could not overcome her but would not be blamed by their forefathers.

"Then... then I won’t run either. We can always start over!" Cheng Xiaoshan overcame her fear.

"There’s no need; we haven’t lost, only temporarily given up our administrative rights over Ya City. You think I won’t kill my way back here?" Wu Hen said.

Cheng Xiaoshan immediately understood.

They were, after all, merely passing through True Martial Continent like Wandering Souls, and after acquiring sufficient information, they could truly step into it. Cheng Xiaoshan had always felt that this man before her was one of the human elites. If he brought his SuperAbnormal abilities, he would certainly be able to stand against an existence like Mrs. Zeng.

"My lord, you’re right. We’ll meet offline in a little while, establish a league, and then enter here in the form of souls, regaining our lost honor!" the noble lady’s guard said.

The fighting had gotten into everyone’s head.

They had come to the True Martial Continent in search of the Evolution Method and were also vying with the powerful natives of Otherworldly Dust for resources. They were not willing to relinquish such rare Jade Spirit Mine deposits without a fight!

"Yes, we’ve practiced here for too short a time," he bemoaned. "I feel that if you gave us another year, our cultivation, our kin’s numbers, our grasp on information would have increased. We would definitely have held Ya City. Brothers, don’t falter, this time is just a trial run. Next time, we’ll fight Zeng Mansion with all our might!"

Everyone’s blood was boiling, especially when they remembered the days of feasting on large bowls of meat and gulping down wine with their brethren. They were in awe of Mrs. Zeng’s strength, but not enough to let her crush them.

"Brothers, I’m heading off first. We’ll meet again offline!"

"Charge, even if we only manage to scrape a patch of her skin, it’ll make her suffer for a few days!"

"In twenty minutes, we’ll still be heroes!"

As Mrs. Zeng moved closer with each step, she felt thrilled by the killing but also sensed a hint of confusion. Why could these people devote their lives for Lu Yun to such an extent? What kind of taming technique did he use to make these Jianghu Heroes act like Death Soldiers?

Mrs. Zeng wasn’t particularly moved by their shouts of meeting again offline; to her, it was nothing more than the delusions of a bunch of lonely souls and wandering ghosts facing death.

"Master, I will be departing first," the Martial Monk finally said, struggling to hold on, his body scarred, as he bid farewell to Wu Hen.

Wu Hen nodded, filled with a sense of pity.

The Martial Monk was highly perceptive. Had he not sacrificed himself here, he might have hoped to become a renowned Martial Artist in the True Martial World. It was evident that the assembled experts, too, were Awakeners who had survived various ordeals. They had quickly adapted to the environment of Otherworldly Dust, breaking through their challenges in the shortest time and enhancing their strength swiftly. Wu Hen believed that had they entered Otherworldly as spirits, they would have been able to survive and evolve just as well.

How should he put it? These saved kin had not disappointed him.

Their failure this time was really only due to the lack of time spent cultivating. Given another year or so, Jiang Mansion wouldn’t be a threat, and Mrs. Zeng could be slain as well!

Bodies were strewn everywhere near the city walls, dismembered and in disarray.

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Dozens of blood streams had already formed within and outside Ya City, staining the streets red.

Wu Hen waved his hand to the remaining kin, signaling that there was no need for unnecessary sacrifices. They should preserve their host bodies and prepare for later vengeance.

Once revenge was decided upon, the remaining people did not blindly seek death; though reluctant, they withdrew from the battlefield.

Wu Hen knew he could not leave. Mrs. Zeng and her Martial Warriors had sealed off all possible escape routes.

Holding her blood-drenched Holy Blade, Mrs. Zeng now stood in front of Wu Hen.

She regarded him with the arrogant air of a victor.

Through his hearing, Wu Hen could discern the flow of True Qi within her body...

It was clear that this round of slaughter had also exhausted a great deal of Mrs. Zeng’s physical strength and True Qi. After all, she was not a true Martial Saint. Even with the equipment of a Martial Saint, such fighting was a burden on her body.

After a moment of Breathing Control, she still ascended the stone steps, raising the knife toward Wu Hen. Seeing that he showed no intention to resist or fear, Mrs. Zeng’s smile faded slightly.

"Jiang Lang is a fool. Even if he sided with me, I wouldn’t have spared him."

"You’re intelligent and talented."

"You could’ve been my dog, commanded by no one but me, with more status than you have now. Yet, you chose the most foolish path, to be my enemy!"

Mrs. Zeng glanced over the city, then her gaze swept over the poor citizens of Ya City.

"I’ve heard you care for them. You’re not afraid of me; you’ve put your life and death aside. But I know you truly care for these commoners. So I’ll start by slaughtering them, one by one. Let you watch as these people die because of you. Then I’ll break your limbs and leave you with nothing but a mouth, kept alive by eating horse dung. Next year, I’ll hang you at the highest point in the city to feed the carrion birds."

"Let them peck out your eyes, let them tear off your flesh, let them devour your innards..."

"You’ll be the perfect example. Let every self-proclaimed smart being in this region know, to be my enemy, Zeng Feng, is to meet such an end!!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Mrs. Zeng cackled maniacally, her laughter echoing through Ya City.

However, Wu Hen did not listen to a word. He held a Poison Pearl in his mouth.

It was time to log out. This final battle of his life in Lu Yun had indeed shaken the entire region. No one would see him as a coward. They would simply lament that he was born in the wrong era!

At the moment he bit into the Poison Pearl, Wu Hen couldn’t help but cast a longing glance in the direction of the Jade Cave Mountain Mine, his only regret being that straw-clad girl...