Chapter 412 - 367: The Counter, Plan Failed
Chapter 412: Chapter 367: The Counter, Plan Failed
Yang Biao’s expression darkened.
He quickly turned to Feng Lei and said, "I’ll leave this to you. I’m going to check it out!"
"Alright!"
Feng Lei nodded.
Compared to Wei Shang, he had sustained the lightest injuries.
Now, his wounds had basically healed.
Feng Lei clenched his fists and led the Right Guards, charging into the midst of the Blood Handprint members.
Yang Biao sprinted over, arriving at the source of the recent tremors in just a few bounds.
There, he saw Yang Shushan standing with one hand clasped behind his back.
A gentle breeze stirred his robes.
He had the air of an otherworldly, transcendent master.
And across from him stood a man and a woman, both foreigners.
Blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were pale.
Yang Shushan glanced back slightly and saw Yang Biao had arrived.
A faint smile crossed his face.
"Is everything at the warehouse taken care of?"
Yang Biao quickly shook his head and replied, "Elder Yang, not yet. I was worried..."
"Hahaha... A couple of petty thieves at the Star Tempering Realm? I alone am more than enough to handle them!"
"The Director and the Lord General have ordered that every last member of the Blood Handprint is to be exterminated! Not one shall be spared!"
"Now go. Don’t let a single person at the warehouse escape. My presence here is more than enough!"
The very instant Yang Shushan finished speaking,
he transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting straight toward the foreign man and woman across from him.
BOOM—
The next moment, another tremendous crash echoed out.
The two Star Tempering Realm foreigners were completely unable to withstand the mighty Yang Shushan.
After an explosive impact, they were sent flying once more.
The blonde, green-eyed foreign woman was still in mid-air,
when Yang Shushan, as if teleporting, suddenly appeared above her.
Before the woman could even react,
Yang Shushan, poised like a golden rooster on one leg, plummeted downward.
He stomped heavily onto the woman’s body.
BOOM—
Another deafening boom, and a cloud of dust was kicked up.
The woman’s body, as if weighing ten thousand pounds, was slammed violently into the ground.
She spat out a mouthful of blood, her status between life and death unknown.
Seeing this, the other foreign man disregarded his own injuries.
He turned tail and tried to flee, but Yang Shushan just sneered.
"Petty barbarians, you dare invade Hua Wu? You think you can escape from right under my nose?"
The next moment, a silver glint flashed through the air.
It shot straight toward the man.
As a Star Tempering Realm Martial Artist, the man was no pushover.
As he fled for his life, he sensed danger approaching.
He hastily dodged to the side.
A Wolf Fang Club suddenly appeared in his hand, and he swung it viciously at the silver light.
However, the silver light seemed to have a life of its own.
It carved a quick arc, effortlessly dodging the blow.
After circling once above the foreigner’s head,
it shot toward him again.
The man’s heart lurched, and his expression changed dramatically.
Just as he was locked in a fierce struggle with the silver light, his Wolf Fang Club in hand,
Yang Shushan sighed lightly and shook his head.
"Still putting up a pointless struggle?"
"Let me see you off!"
SHING SHING SHING—
Several more streaks of silver light shot toward the foreign man.
When a ray of moonlight shone upon the silver flashes,
it became clear that they were short swords.
These short swords seemed to be one with Yang Shushan.
As Yang Shushan’s fingers traced patterns in the air, the trajectories of the swords changed with them.
And just as the foreign man was putting up a desperate resistance with his Wolf Fang Club,
one of the short swords silently circled around behind him.
Catching him off guard, it streaked forward like a silver glint, stabbing straight for the center of his back.
PFFT—
With a soft sound, the short sword sank into his body.
The foreign man’s body trembled, and the motion of his swinging Wolf Fang Club faltered.
The next instant, the remaining short swords plunged into his body one after another.
Suddenly, on the foreign man’s body,
only five or six sword hilts were visible. He stood there with a vacant stare.
CLATTER...
The Wolf Fang Club in his hand suddenly felt as if it weighed ten thousand pounds.
He could no longer hold it, and it fell directly to the ground.
The strength drained rapidly from his body until his legs gave way.
THUMP... he fell to his knees.
A great amount of blood gushed from his mouth.
His vision darkened in waves until his consciousness faded away completely.
Finally, the foreign man could no longer support himself and collapsed to the ground.
Only then did Yang Shushan give a faint smile.
He beckoned with a finger, and all the short swords pulled free from the foreign man’s body.
They returned to his side once again.
He smiled as he glanced at the two corpses on the ground.
He took a phone from his pocket and typed out a text message.
Mission complete!
After the message sent successfully, he put the phone back in his pocket.
He lifted his head and glanced toward the warehouse.
A raging inferno burned there, illuminating the night sky.
The battle there was also drawing to a close.
With Yang Biao joining the fray, the members of Blood Handprint were utterly routed.
Especially since they also had to face the Right Martial Guard members led by Feng Lei.
These were external combatants with far more battle experience.
They didn’t stand a chance.
A long while later, when Yang Shushan returned to the warehouse carrying the bodies of the two Star Tempering Realm Martial Artists,
he tossed their corpses into the roaring flames.
"Elder Yang..."
"Elder Yang..."