Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Careful observation would reveal that even surrendered Earth-digging Realm hardly escaped slaughter; Zen Temple Bhikkhus clearly continued killing deliberately, others had turned red-eyed in a frenzy, no orders were given, and no one cared.

Bam......

Up in the air, after Xiang Fan Yun was beheaded by Hei Ming Master, Xiang Fuhai became thoroughly hysterical, wielding his silver staff, nearly exchanging life for life in entanglement with the three great masters.

Slash...

Hei Ming Master pierced his left shoulder with a sword; Xiang Fuhai didn’t retreat, but instead advanced, biting down with a shout of anger, lifting his staff directly toward Hei Ming Master’s head.

Bam!

The staff hit true, not only smashing Hei Ming Master into the ground but also dislodging his sword from Xiang Fuhai’s left shoulder.

Yet simultaneously, Yan Long Master’s scarlet long spear pierced his right shoulder; Vajra Master’s fist also landed on his back.

This was the result of his careful evasion, had he failed, the spear would’ve pierced his heart, and the fist struck his skull.

Xiang Fuhai’s right shoulder was first skewered by the spear, then further strained, his entire body slammed into the ground, a chunk of flesh and bone wrenched off his shoulder, revealing the silvery bones underneath.

Bam!

Slash......

Smashed into the ground, Xiang Fuhai spat considerable blood backwards, unable to stand, raised his gaze toward the three masters advancing in the sky, eyes filled with despair and resentment.

”Yang Zhun, Qin Feng, Shangguan Yang...”

Xiang Fuhai indeed had one path left; to surrender Bashang Town completely to Dajue Temple, but, as Lord of Bashang, the thought was hard to stomach.

Nonetheless, he had considered it.

Especially when Dajue Temple marched from Jiuchu Camp toward Bashang Town last month, he genuinely contemplated surrendering.

Unexpectedly, the Northern Three Towns Lords, Yang Zhun, Qin Feng, Shangguan Yang, came knocking.

The three promised their appearance and assistance should he lead Bashang in a fight to the death.

Despite their alluring assurance, Xiang Fuhai, over 130 years old, wasn’t naive and wouldn’t readily believe.

The key was their immediate threat after promising; should Bashang dare surrender to Dajue Temple, the Three Towns would jointly destroy him.

Thus, Xiang Fuhai was compelled to choose fighting to the death.

But realizing now, couldn’t he comprehend?

They played him; Yang Zhun and the others coaxed and intimidated him into fighting here to keep Dajue Temple’s main force occupied, making it easier for them to act against Dajue Temple’s base at Qinghepu.

Thinking of those who tricked him, Xiang Fuhai’s resentment nearly overflowed, but watching the three masters slowly approach, his hatred could only turn into despair.

”That’s enough!”

A soft voice rose beside his ear, making Xiang Fuhai’s expression suddenly freeze.

Apart from the three masters soaring toward him.

Two more individuals joined them.

Seeing the appearance of the two, Xiang Fuhai’s pupils contracted sharply.

The two also donned yellow robes, skin smooth as newborns, with two white brows hanging above their eyes, calm and serene. In attire and demeanor, they were identical to the three masters.

No, there was some difference.

The left older monk possessed glinting green pupils, having spoken earlier, now staring at him with tranquility.

All five great masters were in Bashang!

What were Yang Zhun and others doing at Qinghepu?

Thoughts flew through Xiang Fuhai’s mind, shocking him uncontrollably, his expression turning to panic.

”It’s daylight, distribute the Primordial Soul Pills, begin chanting the Rebirth Mantra!”