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Chapter 238 The White-Clad Swordsman of Southern Chu, the Noble Young Master of Northern Zhou (Third Update)
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When the centurion saw the thing rolling towards him, he had a bad feeling, so he roared and slowed down.

However, his reaction was too late, and the two were too close.

The main roads in the villages and towns were not enough for the cavalry to scatter in all directions.

The blast wave was devastating, sending debris flying everywhere; the damage from this explosion was particularly severe.

Because the twenty-odd cavalrymen failed to disperse in time, most of them were completely engulfed by the explosion, swallowed by the intense flames, blown away by the shockwave, and torn apart by shrapnel.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten cavalrymen died on the spot, and the rest were covered in blood. All the warhorses were directly affected by the shock, either dying, having broken legs, or fleeing in fright.

What Bai Xuan threw out was neither mysterious nor unusual; it was just a simple gas cylinder.

Of course, it underwent some simple modifications.

Gas cylinders are unlikely to explode because there is not enough oxygen; even if they rupture, it will only result in a gas leak.

If a gas cylinder is filled to 100%, it will rupture due to the increased internal pressure as the temperature rises, much like a tire bursting during inflation; the explosive force is limited.

In a typical gas explosion, the gas cylinder itself doesn't explode. Instead, it's the leaked gas that mixes with oxygen in the atmosphere and is then ignited by a flame, leading to an explosion.

Bai Xuan naturally didn't add liquefied gas to the gas cylinder, but instead added some chemical substances, such as laundry detergent, sugar, and some relatively reactive chemical raw materials, all of which can be bought in supermarkets and wholesale markets.

In addition, Bai Xuan has an aunt with a doctoral degree. He casually asked her for advice, and she gave him some suggestions.

Later, Bai Xuan searched for some information online and finally found a video operation manual on the Russian internet.

Then, after spending some time, I modified this gas cylinder.

Having lived in the world of true cultivation for so many years, this was the first time he had tried to introduce the concept of modern warfare into another world—to develop bombs, and even bigger bombs.

I really didn't expect to use it so soon.

However, its power was much less than he had expected.

If we could get our hands on ammonium nitrate...

Bai Xuan was distracted for a few seconds before walking towards the dead zone, which was filled with the strong smell of chemicals.

No matter how well-trained a soldier is, he would be stunned in the face of such a sudden and violent explosion.

Of the more than twenty well-trained cavalrymen, eighty percent were killed or wounded in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few survivors, and even fewer who remained in full fighting strength.

The centurion hid at the very back and abandoned his horse immediately, using it as cover. He was lucky to survive and only suffered minor injuries.

But when he got up and looked at the deadly place filled with smoke, a huge sense of confusion and bewilderment filled his mind, followed by fear.

Just as the centurion was stunned, a cavalryman struggled to his feet, howled, and charged toward the approaching man in white, drawing his sword and slashing down: "Demon, die!"

This cavalryman was very courageous, able to turn grief and anger into bravery in the first instant.

But if mere brute force were useful, what would be the point of truth?
Bai Xuan caught the descending blade with one hand, then gently twisted and turned it, sending the blade back into the stomach of the cavalryman. The latter stiffened, and Bai Xuan stared into his eyes, slowly raising the blade and gradually cutting open his abdomen.

The execution was cruel and slow.

"It's fun to torture unarmed people, isn't it?"

Bai Xuan stared into the cavalryman's eyes and said, "Now it's your turn."

The excruciating pain before death caused the brave cavalryman's face to bulge with veins, and his teeth were bared, revealing a set of white teeth like ripe pomegranates, as if he wanted to be tough until the very last moment.

But Bai Xuan didn't even give him the chance to die standing up.

He pulled out the knife, released his grip, and walked past the dying man.

The cavalryman collapsed to the ground, staring at the scattered intestines. He frantically tried to stuff the fallen organs back into his stomach, clinging to his dwindling life. His movements were both frantic and comical, pitiful yet hateful.

Bai Xuan walked across the smoke-filled ground, delivering fatal blows as he went. He deliberately chose to use the group's weapons to finish them off, picking up a knife and killing one person with swift movements. The wounds were all mortal, but not immediately fatal.

The centurion witnessed this scene and felt a chill run down his spine.

Even on the battlefield, I have never seen such a born killer.

He lost most of his already limited courage.

"Who...who are you..." The centurion gripped his knife with both hands, maintaining a desperate stance and posture, barely managing to preserve his last shred of dignity and courage.

"A very good question, it makes my weapon spin." Bai Xuan toyed with the dagger in his hand, the white blade spinning like a fidget spinner: "But why didn't you ask me who I was in the first place?"

The centurion swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "It was wrong of me to offend you, sir. I hope you will be lenient..."

"Have mercy?" Bai Xuan asked calmly, "If I let you go, who will let them go?"

The dagger flew from his hand, and the centurion raised his sword to parry. He was also a true Body Tempering Level 3 cultivator, with strength approaching that of the Finger Profound Realm.

He was already a pretty good junior fighter in the Youzhou army. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he was no weaker than the captains of Youzhou. It was just that he was unlucky and could not get a high position.

But he never had a chance to use his supposedly superb swordsmanship.

In just one glance, his left hand suddenly went empty, and he couldn't feel his fingers. Looking down, he saw that his entire left wrist was gone, and his severed hand lay on the ground.

The centurion felt a chill run down his spine. He raised his right-hand sword and unleashed the Eight Forms of Night Combat, slashing out with a powerful wave of energy. The next moment, a sword pierced through his back, pinning him to the ground.

His knife never even managed to touch a single corner of the white-clad swordsman's robe.

The vast disparity filled him with despair.

But he still stubbornly wanted to get to the bottom of it: "Why...why..."

Bai Xuan picked up the knife that had fallen and stabbed it down hard, piercing through the centurion's hand and pinning him to the ground. His tone was devoid of any emotion, as if he were merely narrating a trivial matter unrelated to himself.

"What you are feeling now is what they felt before... being ruthlessly ravaged, killed, burned, and tortured without any regard for right or wrong, feeling powerless and desperate."

As the sage said, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."

"Do you know what this is called retribution?"

The centurion suddenly understood: "So you did it for them..."

But he still didn't understand: "Why? A group of insignificant civilians, they are alive only because we kill the enemy. If we hadn't killed the grassland people, this group wouldn't have survived until now!"

Knowing he was about to die, the centurion, in a desperate act, spat and roared, "Why should we risk our lives only to go hungry? All I want is a better way to live, what's wrong with that!"

His expression was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "This is a cannibalistic world. If you don't eat others, you'll be eaten by others! Do you think you're any more noble than us? Sooner or later, you'll become just like me!"

Looking into the man's determined yet distorted gaze, Bai Xuan knew that saying anything would be useless.

He never expected that such a person would weep and admit that he was wrong before he died.

As for those who refuse to repent, he shows no mercy whatsoever.

Bai Xuan said calmly, "Actually, there are still survivors in this village."

As he spoke, he severed the centurion's limbs.

He deliberately left his next sentence unclear.

—So, what do you think they will do after they see you?
These words need not be spoken.

Because the centurion had already realized it.

His expression froze. He couldn't bear to think about what would happen to him and the villagers who had just been massacred, now that they were powerless to resist...

"You...you monster!" the centurion cried out weakly and tremblingly, "At least let me die by your hand!"

Bai Xuan ignored him.

He sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

At that moment, a sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

He turned sharply to look southeast, where he saw a man in brocade robes riding a horse. The man wore a cloak with a white fox fur collar around his neck, and was accompanied by an old servant in gray, his hands in his pockets.

The young man in brocade moved his fingers, and the next moment, a huge leopard darted out from the roadside in the forest and pounced on him.

The target wasn't Bai Xuan, but the centurion lying motionless on the ground. The beast bared its fangs and bit through his throat.

"..." Upon seeing this scene, Bai Xuan immediately realized that the massacre of the village was probably instigated by this young master in brocade robes.

The other party came here to silence them.

Whether or not they actually lift a finger, these people are doomed to die.

The young man in brocade sat on the hillside, stroking the leopard that had run back, and asked with a smile, "Not bad. Where are you from? Want to work for me? I guarantee you'll enjoy endless riches and honors."

Bai Xuan glanced at the young man in brocade robes but didn't reply, focusing most of his attention on the old servant in gray.

This servant made him feel a stronger sense of crisis. The young master in brocade robes was not yet at the level of an outer realm cultivator, so he was not to be feared.

The young man in brocade continued, "Of course, if you don't agree, you've killed so many of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry, you definitely won't be able to leave Youzhou alive. You'll be skinned alive, beheaded, and subjected to torture. You should think this through."

Bai Xuan didn't bother with formalities and simply asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The young man in brocade robes rested his chin on his hand, leaned against the leopard, and asked with a smile, "Then do you know who I am? This young master comes from Mount Huangji."

Bai Xuan calmly said, "So it's the foolish son of the five major sects."

"Hahahaha... It's been a long time since anyone spoke to me like that." The young man in brocade raised his hand: "Old Leopard, go play with him."

The old servant in gray opened his eyes, pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and the joints of his hands looked particularly strange: "Boy, it's your good fortune to have you as my lackey. Don't be ungrateful. I'll skin you alive and expose you to the sun later, and you'll understand."

Bai Xuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The Lone Goose Sword flew out of his hand, aimed directly at the brow of the noble young man in brocade robes.

(End of this chapter)