Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

Chapter 162: Chapter 86: Ambush, Attacked

On the official road leading to Yongzhou County town, the sound of galloping horses was urgent and powerful.

Having escaped a brush with death, County Magistrate Du Yuntong, upon hearing thunder from within the Inner City, rode his horse daring not to delay any further.

Behind him, a group of disheveled officials closely followed.

Riding by the side of County Magistrate Du Yuntong, Wang Yanjun shouted, "Lord County Magistrate, we have already broken out of the county town, what's next? There's a station forty miles ahead, shall we rest there for a while?"

County Magistrate Du Yuntong slightly turned his head, his gaze resolute, "We cannot! Taiping County has fallen and is now in the hands of the enemy; this place is no longer safe. We must reach the county town as soon as possible to report the situation here to the county government."

His voice was not loud, yet every word clanged decisively. His long-standing high position made him exude an aura of authority, significantly reassuring the numerous officials and subordinates who had followed him.

In fact, despite his calm demeanor, County Magistrate Du Yuntong was already in turmoil.

He knew in his heart that as a county head, he could not escape punishment for the loss of the town, and at the very least, losing his official hat would be the lighter consequence.

A slight mishap might even lead to the severe punishment of skinning.

Fortunately, over the years, he had discreetly provided support to the governor of the county town, amounting to no less than several tens of thousands of taels.

If he could shift some of the blame, the governor might consider the years he had served diligently, and grant him a way out.

In time, when the right opportunity arose, he would surely emerge once again after improving his network of connections.

Therefore, reaching the county town as quickly as possible was of paramount importance—the sooner, the better.

Just as County Magistrate Du Yuntong was contemplating this, a sudden shout erupted from ahead, "Kill!"

There was no hesitation, nor any pleasantries.

As soon as they entered the range, the disciples of the Huangtian Sect who were in ambush decisively made their move.

"Protect the Lord County Magistrate!" Wang Yanjun, as the head of the Guardian Martial Department, roared and swiftly formed a defensive formation with his subordinates, tightly shielding Du Yuntong in the middle.

Accompanied by the rebel's roar, a thick murderous aura permeated the air.

Arrows flew like raindrops, arriving in the blink of an eye.

The numerous martial masters from the government office around Du Yuntong circulated their Qi-Blood, lying close to their horses' backs, and dodged to the side to avoid the arrows.

Unfortunately, the arrows were too densely packed to be avoided in time.

"Whiz, whiz, whiz."

Arrows scattered down relentlessly.

Having achieved the Skin Forging Realm, martial masters had skin hard as cowhide, impervious to ordinary blades and spears, yet the arrows shot by the Huangtian Sect still penetrated their flesh.

"Crossbows! They are using crossbows!"

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The regular officials and martial masters who had charged over were terrified.

The numerous muscular horses, already large, found almost no escape from the impenetrable rainfall of arrows, with most of them being struck.

"Neigh, neigh!"

The war horses let out a series of dismal whinnies, tumbling down one after the other, kicking up dust, with the riders thrown off, their fate unknown.

Grasping the reins tightly, Du Yuntong surveyed his surroundings, calmed down, and shouted to the remaining people, "Those who hesitate now will surely die! Follow me, let's break through!"

Although County Magistrate Du Yuntong had mainly focused on money throughout his tenure, he was not a useless figure, having been appointed to this position.

Faced with the sudden ambush, he quickly made appropriate decisions.

Wang Yanjun, as the head of the Guardian Martial Department, and second only to County Magistrate Du Yuntong in the Qi Cultivation Realm,

pulled out her blade and charged forward immediately after a brief gap in the enemy's intense crossbow attack.

"General?"

The burly man leading the assault spread his arms across the path, "A Qi Cultivation Realm martial artist from the county town, and a woman to boot, quite rare, just right to test their mettle."

He casually drew a blade from a Holy Sect Disciple beside him and leapt forward.

With a deep shout, the two almost drew their blades at the same time.

The blades shone like dragons, clashing ferociously with each other's will.

Bang!

A deafening roar erupted in the void, scattering shockwaves that lifted the dust and fallen leaves from the ground.

Wang Yanjun felt an indescribable gigantic force transmitted from the hilt, instantaneously spreading throughout her body, causing excruciating pain in her palms.

Upon closer inspection, she saw several small cuts had formed in her palms, from which blood was slowly seeping out and dripping down the hilt.

No matter how much she tried to stay composed, she could not hide the slight trembling of her wrists.

"This power..." Wang Yanjun was secretly alarmed in her heart, "Qi Hai Realm!"

But her attack was not intended to result in a life or death battle with her opponent.

After pushing the opponent back with one strike, Wang Yanjun immediately spurred her horse's hind with the flat of her blade and dashed toward the disciples of the Huang Tian Sect, trying to break through.

Seeing this, the burly man from the Huang Tian Sect hooked a faint smile on his lips and pulled out a talisman, sticking it to his body.

A yellow light suddenly enveloped him.

With a fierce stamp of his foot, he shot forward like an arrow released from the bow, reaching Wang Yanjun in no time.

To Wang Yanjun's surprise, he raised his long blade again and chopped off the horse's hooves.

Boom.

Thrown off by the strong inertia, Wang Yanjun was catapulted from the horse's back, rolling over a few times.

Before she could regain her stability and catch her breath, an extremely sharp killing intent suddenly surged behind her.

Wang Yanjun's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to turn around, but the long blade was already swiftly following.

A long blade, shimmering with a cold light and cleaving the air with a whistling sound, chopped down right at her head with astonishing speed.

Relying on her years of combat instinct, Wang Yanjun abruptly lifted her long blade to meet the attack coming from behind, colliding harshly with it.

The massive sound of metal clashing filled the air, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The opponent's thousand-pound force was condensed in that single strike, its impact far exceeding Wang Yanjun's expectations.

She felt a unique force penetrate her body instantly, like a rock smashed by a giant wave, her organs seemed to have lost their original positions in that moment.

The excruciating pain surged like a tide, nearly suffocating her to the point of fainting, completely passing out.

Li Linfeng watched this scene, deeply shaken.

He knew that Wang Yanjun's cultivation was similar to his own, both being Qi Cultivation martial masters, but facing this general from the Huang Tian Sect, they were nearly subdued without a chance to fight back.

If it were him facing the opponent, he would also have no chance of victory.

He clenched his teeth and quickly made a decision.

Circulating the Qi throughout his body with a rapid movement technique, he dashed toward the several Saints of the Huang Tian Sect and immediately shouted, "Go!"

The others, coming to their senses, wasted no time and clambered onto the wagons, then lashed the horses.

Crack!

"Drive!"

Li Linfeng led the two teams in a fierce charge.

The remaining disciples of the Huang Tian Sect planned to surround them, only to find that the people from the government office they were encircling had also broken through.

The Huang Tian Sect General coldly watched Wang Yanjun, and without a word, swung down his blade.

Wang Yanjun's body, as fragile as a piece of tofu, was easily beheaded, her head crashing heavily to the ground.

"Forget about these people for now. Finish off all these escaping officials, leave none alive."