The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 83 The enemy is fierce, escape!
Rumble…

Dark clouds rolled and thunder roared. As the thunder dragon moved, the sky and the earth became as bright as day from time to time.

In front of the stone steps at the foot of the mountain.

Nalan Yuanshu's eyes were calm, he held the reins in his hands, sat upright on the horse, his back straight, and silently looked at the situation on Mount Wudang.

Around him were three hundred palace guards with solemn expressions and long swords on their waists.

They sat upright on their powerful horses, surrounding Nalan Yuanshu like the moon surrounded by stars. Their soaked clothes clung to their skin, revealing the clearly visible outline of their muscles.

"Hmm?" Nalan Yuanshu frowned deeply, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

On the mountain, a long dragon made up of torches was advancing slowly along the winding stone steps towards the top of Wudang Mountain. Even if there was a slight delay, at most the speed of advancement would be slowed down.

But for some reason, the fire dragon that had been moving forward steadily was being extinguished piece by piece at an extremely fast speed.

Such a scene should never happen, right?
Aren’t there only seven or eight hundred enemy troops?
No matter how strong you are, there is always a limit. It is impossible to annihilate your own troops at such a terrifying speed, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at the dark night sky. The rain curtains were reflected in his eyes, the cold rain hit his cheeks, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

Weather? Or an enemy ambush?

"Report..." At this moment, a panic-stricken voice came from the mountain approaching quickly from afar.

Nalan Yuanshu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a large man dressed as a palace guard running down the mountain with a look of panic and fear on his face. He seemed to have been frightened by something unimaginable and his whole face looked a little distorted.

When he came closer, his face darkened and he shouted, "How shameful! Look at you, you look like a lost dog. Do you still look like a palace guard? Tell me! What happened on the mountain?"

As he spoke, his eyes widened, and an aura of authority that came from being in a superior position for a long time emanated from him, pressing down on the trembling guards kneeling in front of their horses.

"Big...big...man, there are...there are...demons...evil...demons...evil...evil...ghosts..."

The guard looked up tremblingly, trying to suppress the fear in his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, the bloody, horrific and incomprehensible scene on the mountain kept appearing before his eyes.

"Demon? Evil demon? Evil ghost?" Nalan Yuanshu stared at the guard's eyes full of fear with a serious look and frowned deeply.

With his experience of meeting countless people, he could naturally tell at a glance that the emotions in the other person's eyes came from his true heart.

What kind of horrific scene could make a carefully selected palace guard lose his composure like this?
The guard heard the screams coming closer and closer from behind, and suddenly stood up and turned around. When he saw the invincible figure at the end of the stone steps, flickering like a ghost in the night rain, his eyes suddenly widened, and he turned around, with veins bulging on his neck, and screamed in horror with a ferocious face:
"Run...Run...Sir, run! All thirteen Huajin Grandmasters have been killed. The enemy is fierce. Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body straightened, he chuckled a few times, rolled his eyes, and then fell straight on his back to the ground.

If it weren't for his still heaving chest, everyone around him would have thought that he had been frightened to death by the fear in his heart.

At this time, everyone's hearts were in turmoil. Thirteen guard commanders were all killed... These were thirteen veteran masters of Hua Jin. How terrifying must the enemy's strength be to be able to kill all thirteen of them?

Nalan Yuanshu's eyes narrowed, his expression suddenly became serious, and he quickly raised his head to look towards the end of the stone steps.

Rumble…

Thunder roared and rain poured down.

Wang Yi's eyes were indifferent, he walked leisurely, but his figure was as fast as a ghost. His movements were swift and precise, powerful and strong, his moves were natural and casual, and every move was accompanied by the power of subduing a tiger and a dragon.

The imperial court's troops had already lost their will to fight in the face of the terrifying strength displayed by Wang Yi and his brutal and bloody killing methods.

All they could do was flee in panic, but no matter where they fled, they could not escape Wang Yi's pursuit.

There were many masters of dark energy among the enemy troops, but in front of Wang Yi, they were as vulnerable as children and were killed instantly by one blow.

Wang Yi's figure flickered in the night, as if he had merged with the night sky and earth. Under his frenzied killing, the number of enemy troops decreased rapidly. Even when faced with enemy troops who laid down their weapons and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, he showed no mercy or leniency.

slaughter!

The bloody massacre never stops!
The stone steps on the mountain path were already piled with corpses and blood flowed like a river. Even the torrential rain could not dilute the bright red blood flowing from the countless corpses.

“Ah… spare my life!”

"Devil... evil spirit..."

"Sir! Help..."

……

At this time, the only remaining imperial troops were really frightened. Facing Wang Yi's pursuit, they just ran down the mountain in panic, completely losing the will to resist.

Nalan Yuanshu took advantage of the flashing light of thunder and lightning to take in everything that happened on the mountain. Naturally, he was extremely angry at first.

But when he saw the invincible figure at the end of the stone steps, slaughtering the imperial court troops crazily by himself, a trace of fear could not help but appear in his eyes.

The unprecedented terrifying combat power and the strange, ghostly speed shocked him deeply.

Listening to the screams and roars that were getting closer and closer, and looking at the imperial troops fleeing in fear, he knew in his heart that the situation was hopeless.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Retreat!"

After saying this, he turned his horse's head without hesitation, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and without hesitation, rode away in the direction he came from.

Thirteen great masters of Hua Jin, with nearly six thousand elite troops, were unable to capture the rebel on the mountain. Instead, they were chased by one man like a stray dog.

Whether it was a real ambush by the enemy or the defeat was caused by other reasons, the wisest choice was to temporarily avoid the attack without figuring out the enemy's strength.

Since 6,000 troops are not enough, then let's use 30,000 or 100,000!
As long as he is there, he can dispatch surrounding troops to encircle and suppress the enemy at any time. There is no need to take risks when the enemy situation is unclear.

The three hundred palace guards were stunned when they saw this, then turned their horses around and followed without hesitation, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Friend Guo, the remaining enemy troops are in your hands. You must kill them all. There are also fellow martial artists hiding in the dark. Please help me. I will definitely reward you handsomely afterwards!"

Wang Yi, who was standing on the stone steps of the mountain path, looked up indifferently at the imperial troops who disappeared into the night. He left behind a word that resounded through the night sky, and then leaped down the mountain without hesitation.

It made a series of whistling sounds and blended into the night in the blink of an eye, chasing after the three hundred imperial troops.

(End of this chapter)