Nightfall

Chapter 59: The wind, the Rain and the Moonlight Could All Enter the Net

Translator: Transn Editor: Transn

Five sword blades flew at high speed in the rainy night, uttering either graven or sharp whistles like some kind of weird musical instrument, each falling next to Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que, before unceasingly alternating in positions. Five flowing rays of light sprinkled over the courtyard with green branches and blue flagstones.

Amidst the rain, the flickering sword blades flew easily and smoothly, sometimes sweeping past the floor splattering rainwater, sometimes gouging a deep mark on the wall and sometimes flying past the bodies of the four soldiers fell by Ning Que leaving additional blood stains on them, and the dying soldiers would twitch when cut by the sword blade.

Both Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que stood within the invisible sword net comprised of the five sword blades. Each streak that made up the net was sharp and unstoppable, a harbinger of death. Neither the stiff blue flagstone, wet walls nor the corpses lying on the ground, could blunt or soften the streak at all.

The wind, the rain and the moonlight could all enter the net. Only humans were unable.

No one dared to set foot into this great invisible net covering the surrounding area of 30 feet. Even the bravest elite troop of Tang would not forcefully enter, aware of the threat of death. The sadhu and the robed swordsman were trying to control their breathing hastily in the Rain-savoring Building. The copper bowl, prayer beads and cyan-light short sword suspended around them quietly.

Astonished, the robed swordsman from South Jin Kingdom looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain, and said bitterly, ”I hadnʼt thought that a gang leader from Changʼan would be a Great Sword Master at superior grade Seethrough State, even just an inch away from the Knowing Destiny State. Can this be the strength and secret of the Tang Empire? In that case, you must know that this is the reason why the nobility of the Tang wanted to kill you. The noble has said that your life will be spared if youʼre willing to surrender.

Chao Xiaoshu raised his left hand, pulling off a green leaf that had landed on his front lapel, and then raised his head to look at the robed swordsman. Calmly, he said, ”You killed my brother, so whether you surrender or not, you must die.”

The robed swordsman remained silent.

The sadhu wearing a rice farmerʼs hat watched Ning Que, who was beside Chao Xiaoshu. He looked at the black mask on his face and his familiar yet slightly weird hairstyle. With a frown, he asked, ”Youngster, are you from Yuelun Kingdom?”

Ning Que looked back at the sadhu with no words or any response, merely knitting his brows above the black mask.

Chao Xiaoshu looked towards the elite troop of Tang on the opposite side of the courtyard, murmuring with his gaze gradually turning ice-cold, ”One is a Great Sword Master from South Jin Kingdom, one is a sadhu from Yuelun Kingdom, and you guys…. are soldiers from our great Tang Empire. You colluded with foreign people for random orders from those so-called big shots. It is quite disgraceful.”

The leader of the Tang troop was unable to face up to Chao Xiaoshuʼs cold and threatening gaze. He lowered his head, seemingly not wanting rainwater to get into his eyes and seemingly a bit ashamed.

But if the strong cultivators partook the battles, the battles would always be controlled by the cultivators. Ning Que and the average persons like the elite troop of Tang had no option but to assist rather than control the process of the battle. The cultivator consumed the energy, physical strength, and especially the Psyche Power extremely rapidly in battle. When they were incapable of overcoming the enemy at a stroke they would typically choose to withdraw from the attack and regulate their breathing. With respect to the previous situation, the brief dialogue during the rainy night had occurred because the Tang troops made use of the Shenhou crossbow. Chao Xiaoshu was worried that Ning Que had no way of reacting, thus taking a risk to recall his swords.

”Letʼs end this.”

Chao Xiaoshu said these words tranquilly, and then raised his right arm pointing towards the Rain-savoring Building. The state of his strength was above both the Yuelun Kingdom sadhu and the South Jin Kingdom swordsman. He had the strength and the ability to choose when to fight.

Exactly at this moment.