Tang Dynasty Bandits

Chapter 11 Never bow down
The Heavenly Sword is sharp and sweeps across the world.

This is the evaluation given to Song Jue by the world.

Song Jue's "Eight Methods of Bloody Battle" are sword techniques honed through countless battles. He integrated the spirit of bloodshed into the sword intent. Apart from the sword, he had nothing else. It was known as "the undefeated sword in the world."

Among the six major sects in the Tang Dynasty, if we were to list the masters of the time, Tiandao Song Jue would definitely have a place.

Even without the clash of swords just now, Zhu Wen must have understood that Song Jue was no match for him.

At this time, dozens of Cao army cavalrymen were chasing from both wings, but they saw Song Jue standing on his horse with his sword drawn, glancing at them sideways. The knights were frightened and dared not move forward.

Just a glance out of the corner of his eye can have such a terrifying deterrent effect.

The Pinglu cavalry, who had been in panic because of Ye Luoliang's death, saw Song Jue coming to support them and cheered, and their morale was restored in an instant.

"You don't have to come forward." Song Jue's eyes were like torches, and he said coldly, "This boy dares to go deep into the depths alone. I want to see how much he can do."

"However, you are so young and have such great martial arts skills. It would be a pity if you died today. It would be better for you to serve under this general. The official position and treatment you will receive will be much higher than what you can get among the bandits."

But when Zhu Wen saw Song Jue drop his airs and offer to surrender, he simply squinted his eyes and sneered, "You? Old thief, have you taken too much Five Stones Powder and burned your brain? Why don't you run to the rooftop Chiwen in this thunderstorm, holding your sword, take off your clothes to cool down, and let the lightning strike you to see if that can cure your arrogance?"

"Okay, okay!" Song Jue's face changed color, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light. The slightest bit of affection he had for Zhu Wen's talent instantly vanished like dust in the wind, and veins bulged on his face. "If you refuse my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty. Since you refuse to accept this general's kindness, then you'll have no choice but to accept my Heavenly Sword with your neck!"

The cavalrymen of the Pinglu Army nodded like chicks pecking at rice, thinking in their hearts that Zhu Wen was the hateful boy who killed their general Ye Luoliang and refused Song Jue's recruitment without knowing the current situation. He was doomed to die this time.

Although it was satisfying to scold Song Jue, after calming down, Zhu Wen realized his current situation.

He was not afraid of death, but he could not die here because he still had too many things to accomplish.

Zhu Wen's mind raced. The more critical the situation, the clearer his thoughts had to be, like a clear mirror reflecting all possible factors. Only then could he find a way out of the crisis and seize a glimmer of hope with his wisdom.

He began to follow his inner fear, causing his body to tremble, a look of horror on his face, and he pulled his horse back several steps.

Song Jue smiled happily.

He loved to see the fear on the faces of those ignorant young people after seeing him. This fear, as if seeing a god, made him feel the beauty of power, status and force.

Song Jue spurred his horse and raised his arms, urging the Zhaoye Jade Lion Horse under his seat to move. The Heavenly Sword in his hand leaped up, and with the stimulation of his internal energy, it burst out with a bright light like the scorching sun.

Zhu Wen struggled to lift his Dragon Sparrow sword, employing the sword techniques refined by Wang Xianzhi's guidance. He engaged several times, leveraging the sharp edge of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow to block Song Jue's sharp blade. He simultaneously channeled his energy through the warhorse's legs, channeling the immense force of the Heavenly Sword into the ground. As Zhu Wen fought and retreated, the horse's legs visibly buckled downward, demonstrating the Heavenly Sword's power, unleashing a force as powerful as the shattering of mountains and seas.

Song Jue calculated the situation and thought that he only needed to strike one more time to kill Zhu Wen on his horse. He felt very happy and felt as if he was riding the wind.

Song Jue's expression became more and more solemn, his eyes flashed with murderous intent like a white rainbow, and the Heavenly Sword suddenly rang out loudly, shaking the earth.

"Eight Bloody Battle Techniques, Fifth Style, Slashing Mountains and Rivers."

Song Jue's words were as powerful as iron: "In the past, I used this move to kill the Moon Worshiper of Nanzhao. If you can let me kill you with this move, I will have no regrets in my life."

The blade's light was sharp, and a hint of blood could be seen in the white light. The blade slashed down, tearing the sky apart, and seemed to absorb all the sounds in this space. The heaven and earth seemed to be still, as if it had the power to open up the world and cut through the mountains and rivers.

"Where's your mother? I'll kill you!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded. Just when Song Jue thought that the sword would surely take Zhu Wen's head, he saw Zhu Wen suddenly tilt his body, and actually slid out from under the pressure of Song Jue's sword momentum like a fish. He lowered his body on the horse, stepped on the stirrup, stretched out his arm and slashed diagonally, and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword slashed in the air. Song Jue's Zhaoye Jade Lion Horse let out a mournful cry, and the horse's neck broke in an instant like cutting tofu, blood spurted out, and the horse's head fell to the ground with a bang. The horse's blood gushing from the chest instantly sprayed Song Jue's body and face!
The horse was slain, and as its carcass fell sideways, Song Jue's body swayed and landed with a thud. He steadied himself, and his "Slashing Mountains and Rivers" move failed. At this moment, this generation's master had lost his steed and had his face sprayed with horse blood. Song Jue's face was mottled like a demon, and he looked incredibly embarrassed.

Zhu Wen knew that a master-level figure like Song Jue would definitely look down on a young man like him.

At this point, Song Jue used the method of integrating man and horse to transfer his internal energy to his beloved horse, strengthening the warhorse's strength and physical fitness. However, to use this method, the horseman's mind must be distracted.

It was Song Jue's distraction that gave Zhu Wenbolang the opportunity to counterattack.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword was extremely sharp and could cut through iron like mud. Zhu Wen succeeded in one strike and cut off Song Jue's horse's head with one blow.

At that moment, Tian Dao Song Jue's horse was cut down, and he fell to the ground in a mess, covered in blood. There was an uproar in the field. No one would have thought that Tian Dao Song Jue had been famous for decades, but he could not kill this young boy cleanly and swiftly, and he made such a fool of himself in front of Zhu Wen!

"How hateful!" Song Jue gritted his teeth, his face stained with horse blood becoming more and more ferocious, no longer possessing the demeanor of a master.

"You rebellious people, digging for food in the soil, instead of working hard to harvest food, you are rebelling against your superiors and rebelling against your ruler and father. You are educated people, yet you are doing such beastly things that are disrespectful to your ruler and father!"

"Little thief, I will make you realize your own lowliness before you die."

"Without the governance of noble families like us, how could this world have functioned stably for thousands of years? You, the untouchables who have been enslaved for generations, actually dare to challenge the order of this world."

"Today, I will use the Heavenly Sword in my hand to make you realize your lowly lineage and that your rebellious actions are nothing but daydreams and self-destructive acts of supreme folly!"

After saying that, Song Jue raised his sword. The blade was sharp and created numerous phantoms, as weird as ghosts and as ferocious as monsters. Wherever the blade went, there was the sound of gods shouting and demons crying.

Zhu Wen hastily raised his Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, its red light surging, to parry Song Jue's attack. However, Song Jue's strength, driven to its limit by his fury, was so great that even with Zhu Wen's full might, he was powerless to resist. He and his horse were sent stumbling backwards, the sound of the blades clashing so loudly that the eardrums of the knights on both sides seemed to burst.

In a very short period of time, the two men's long swords collided dozens of times. The continuous sound of metal clashing seemed to never stop, and the tsunami-like force also bombarded Zhu Wen's blade like raindrops.

Zhu Wen believed that if the Great Xia Dragon Bird was not a divine weapon handed down from generation to generation, extremely hard, it would probably have cracked and shattered under Song Jue's swift and fierce attack.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly attacked and killed Song Jue's horse. After angering him, Song Jue's swordsmanship became even more fierce and powerful.

"No one come up! Before I cut this bastard into pieces and feed him to the dogs, I will break all the bones in his body and cut him into five pieces to sacrifice to my beloved horse." Song Kua let out a strange laugh.

"Why do you think the Tang Dynasty is in turmoil in Guandong, with its people uneasy and refugees everywhere?" Zhu Wen's words still sounded extremely proud, even condescending, as if Song Jue was the one being suppressed. "How could the prosperous Tang Dynasty have become like this?"

This arrogant tone made Song Jue even more angry: "It's all because of you rogues who enjoy chaos and rejoice in misfortune! Otherwise, there would be no peace in the world! You little bastard, die before me!"

"I'm sorry. It's because there are so many idiots like you who are worthless but think they are from noble families that the Tang Dynasty has become like this."

"Song Jue, you are nothing but a servant of a servant, a dog raised by five surnames and seven clans, and you dare to bark at me here!"

Song Jue came back to his senses, his eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and his facial expression became as ferocious as that of an Asura demon.

"Die... you little bastard, you deserve to die! Even if I kill you a thousand times, I won't be satisfied. You... die... for me!"

Song Jue's Heavenly Sword struck down like thunder, suddenly pressing on the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, sticking to Zhu Wen's blade, and then pressing the sword down directly, as if two Mount Tai were pressing on Zhu Wen's arms and shoulders.

Zhu Wen cursed for a while, and although he felt relieved, Song Jue was furious. As the Heavenly Sword pressed down, endless power was transmitted from the sword handle to Zhu Wen, making it difficult for him to move. He felt as if his whole body was stuck in a huge quagmire and he could not breathe.

The horse under Zhu Wen let out a mournful whine, blood oozing from its mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Its four legs snapped and broke, and it fell to its knees, instantly crushed to death by Song Jue's might. Zhu Wen's feet also slipped free from the stirrups, leaving him standing on the ground.

There was a smug light in Song Jue's eyes, and he finally tasted a little of the pleasure of revenge. He licked his lips and the Heavenly Sword became more powerful. Zhu Wen, who was holding the sword in both hands, although he used all his strength to resist, his body could not help but be pressed down by Song Jue at an extremely slow speed.

At this point, he felt unwilling but not afraid at all. Instead, he was unusually calm. All the regrets in his life were like colorful bubbles floating in the sky, visible yet seemingly out of grasp.

He looked at Song Jue with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage.

Song Jue didn't know where this mudblood boy got his confidence from. Even when facing death, he still had the courage to look at him like that.

But the rage in Song Jue's heart grew stronger and stronger, like a prairie fire that would burn the sky in an instant.

"Kneel down in front of me!" Song Jue shouted like thunder, and the huge force was transmitted to Zhu Wen's body. Zhu Wen's shoulder blades bore the surging force, and it couldn't help but make a crackling sound like a horse's leg breaking just now.

"You bastard, I have seen countless young men like you who think they are tough, crying and begging for mercy before they die."

"Today I will see whether your bones are stronger than the mighty Heavenly Sword in my hand!"

But Zhu Wen knew in his heart that with his arrogance for more than twenty years, as a man of integrity, he would die standing up.

He will never bow his head, and it is impossible for him to bow his head.

(End of this chapter)