Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 322: Battle of Black Dragon Village

At the same time, the guards' actions were so swift, like a sudden storm, that the Black Dragon Village bandits were caught off guard. The hundreds of bandits who were slower to react were killed while still in a state of confusion, their heads falling to the ground one after another.

Strangely enough, in recent years, Black Dragon Village, with its notorious reputation for brutality and cruelty, has become rampant, and few dare to set foot there easily. Because of this, many bandits have gradually become complacent and careless, and their once highly vigilant nerves have now relaxed and are no longer as sharp as before.

This directly resulted in hundreds of bandits losing their lives in an instant without any preparation in the face of this sudden attack, and their souls went straight to the underworld.

However, the remaining Black Dragon Village bandits who had been awakened finally regained their senses. They struggled to their feet in panic, frantically grabbing various weapons around them.

Under the command of their respective squad leaders and captains who shouted at the top of their lungs, they hastily assembled into teams and bravely faced the hundreds of black-clad, aggressive enemies.

In an instant, the battlefield was awash with figures, the clash of weapons resounding incessantly. Thousands of people engaged in a fierce battle, their cries echoing through the air, threatening to bring the entire stronghold down. Limbs flew, blood splattered everywhere, a bloody and horrific scene unfolding like a scroll of purgatory. This place was a living hell!

However, a closer look revealed that the vast majority of those who suffered heavy casualties were actually bandits from the Black Dragon Village. On the other hand, although some of the White House's guards were accidentally injured, most of those injuries were caused by being surrounded by multiple people.

It turned out that the guards sent by the Bai Mansion to encircle and suppress the Black Dragon Village were extremely powerful, with the weakest among them being cultivators who had just entered the Contemplation Realm. As for those guards who were still at the Perfection of the Body Refining Realm, they were all left behind to guard the mansion.

In other words, all the guards who appeared in the Black Dragon Village were cultivators who had already entered the realm of visualization.

In contrast, the Black Dragon Village's strength pales in comparison. Although they have five hall masters, only three of them have reached the great perfection of the visualization realm.

Looking further down, the only ones who could be considered somewhat powerful were the thirty or so captains, whose cultivation ranged from the initial stages of the Contemplation Realm to the Great Perfection of the Contemplation Realm. The remaining thousand or so bandits were basically only at the Body Refining Realm.

Such a disparity in strength made the battle one-sided from the outset. The White Palace's guards charged into the enemy lines like hungry wolves, unstoppable wherever they went. The Black Dragon Village bandits, faced with these ferocious opponents, could only flee in terror, constantly crying out for help.

In the space of a short time, the once chaotic and bustling battlefield had quieted considerably. The bodies of hundreds of bandits lay scattered across the ground, their blood pooling like a river, staining the ground beneath their feet red. The air was thick with the stench of blood, making one nauseated.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Black Dragon Stronghold in the dead of night? Do you really think you have nine lives?"

Shen Hao, the leader of Black Dragon Village, stared with wide eyes, his face filled with anger at the mysterious figures who had suddenly appeared before him. He watched helplessly as his brothers, who had followed him through thick and thin, fell in a pool of blood, and his anger instantly reached its peak.

However, in the face of his angry rebuke, the group of palace guards seemed to have heard nothing, and continued to brandish their weapons and continue to reap the lives of the bandits in Black Dragon Village.

This scene completely enraged Shen Hao. He roared, holding a sword in his hand and rushed into the crowd like a tiger.

In an instant, the sword flashed, and blood splattered everywhere. Shen Hao, relying on the martial arts he had honed over the years, caught the guards off guard.

Unfortunately, his personal bravery was ultimately unable to reverse the overall downward trend of the battle. Just as he was fighting hard, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

This person was Nangong Wending. He stood there expressionlessly, holding a long sword that shone with cold light in his hand.

Seeing this, Shen Hao raised his hand and stabbed Nangong Wending with a sword without saying a word. It was obvious that he wanted to end the battle quickly and kill this ignorant man in black on the spot.

However, when Nangong Wending swung his sword to meet the attack, Shen Hao immediately sensed something was amiss. His opponent's swordsmanship was exquisite, his power immense, and every move and form held immense power.

After just a few rounds, Shen Hao realized that the seemingly inconspicuous man in black in front of him was actually a master in the realm of driving objects, and his cultivation was by no means as simple as just entering this realm. He was even not inferior to himself.

This shock was truly earth-shattering! Shen Hao felt his heart tremble violently, as if struck by a thunderbolt. A deep sense of powerlessness slowly surged from the bottom of his heart like a tide, quickly drowning him.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to break free from Nangong Wending's tight grip so that he could rush over and ruthlessly kill those brutal executioners with his sword.

However, no matter how hard he struggled, Nangong Wending stood firm like a towering mountain, firmly restraining him and giving him no chance to escape.

At the same time, Gao Mingyuan, who had just suffered the cruel pain of having his tendons cut by Wu Ming not long ago, finally recovered after taking long-treasured precious elixirs and carefully recuperating in the mountain village for a period of time.

But who could have imagined that as soon as he appeared in front of everyone, he was immediately spotted by the sharp-eyed Wu Ming. Wu Ming's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Gao Mingyuan like a ghost, blocking his way forward.

Facing Gao Mingyuan, the second-in-command of Black Dragon Village, with whom he had previously fought, Wu Ming knew this man was both ruthless and skilled in martial arts, his strength no less than his own. Not daring to be careless, he decisively abandoned the Thunder Fist he had just used and instead employed the Autumn Water Sword Technique, which he had devoted the longest time to studying and was most proficient in.

With a crisp clang, Wu Ming's sword was unsheathed like lightning. In an instant, the sword shone, its shadows thick and clear, like a pool of clear autumn water flowing through the air.

Wu Ming's figure flashed, and the long sword in his hand danced tightly. The sharp sword energy turned into invisible ropes, tightly binding Gao Mingyuan within a radius of three meters, making it difficult for him to escape to support the many Black Dragon Village bandits around him.