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Chapter 131 Elder of the Mountain Inkstone Clan

At the foot of the mountain lies Shanyun City.

However, since the post road is located on the top of a mountain in the central area of ​​Shanyun City, the city's structure is closer to the special form of "defending the inside but not the outside".

The lives of the Shanyun people living in the city are threatened.

This also means that once these Roaring Clan warriors have stormed into the city, they can easily slip out and disappear into the wilderness.

The courtyard walls of the houses were as fragile as paper under the onslaught of the Roaring Tribe soldiers.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the fence, which was tens of meters long, shattered instantly, sending wood chips flying like arrows.

Those tribespeople who had just woken up from their sleep, and hadn't even had time to put on their clothes properly, were trampled into pools of blood by the charging Roaring Tribe warriors as soon as they let out terrified screams.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

The roars of the Howling Tribe warriors echoed like thunder through the narrow streets.

They had no formation, no tactics, only the most primitive and savage killing instinct.

With the help of the racial cloud above the warriors' heads, even if these tribesmen had centurions or even chiliarchs among them, they could only protect themselves at most, and were completely powerless to protect their tribesmen under the onslaught of the Roaring Clan's soldiers.

The Hou tribe warriors brandished bone knives, using the momentum of their rushing downhill run to harvest the Shanyun tribe members who had come out of the street after hearing the commotion, like harvesting wheat.

The blood instantly stained the once dry yellow road red.

An elderly woman, holding her grandson, hid in her home, only to be spotted by slow-moving, unsatisfied soldiers from the criminal tribe.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was violently kicked open, and a bone knife slashed down with a whistling sound, instantly cutting the grandfather and grandson in two.

Warm blood splattered on the wall, creating a shocking blood painting.

The streets were filled with fleeing crowds, but the Howling Clan warriors were too fast.

The Roaring Clan warriors, each possessing more than twelve strands of blood energy, swept across the wide road like the wind, each swing of their blades taking a life.

It's not that no one tried to resist.

Many members of the Shanyun tribe picked up hoes and kitchen knives and charged at the enemy, but these crude weapons were laughably weak in the face of the steel-like armor and sharp bone knives.

Some dropped their weapons and tried to escape, but were tackled from behind by agile Roaring Clan warriors, their spears easily piercing their spines.

Some people lay on the ground in despair, pretending to be dead, only to be met with a cold claw from a Roaring Clan soldier, their heads smashed like watermelons.

bang~

A burly man swung an iron axe and struck the bone armor of the Howling Clan warrior, leaving only a shallow white mark.

The next second, the bone knife slashed upwards, slicing open his chest. Blood mixed with shattered internal organs gushed out, landing on the terrified screaming women and children behind him.

"Help!"

Cries, screams, and the muffled thuds of weapons piercing flesh intertwined to create a symphony of despair.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating the once pitch-black night sky as if it were daytime.

It was the torches thrown by the Hou tribe soldiers that set the houses ablaze. The dry wood and thatch ignited instantly, and the fire spread rapidly, turning the eastern district of the Shanyun Military Department into a sea of ​​flames.

Thick smoke billowed, obscuring the sky, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of burning and a strong stench of blood.

Fortunately, the main purpose of these Roaring Clan warriors rushing down the mountain was to leave Mountain Rhyme City.

The slaughter of the Mountain Rhyme Clan was just a side effect; if they really ran too far, these Roaring Clan warriors wouldn't relentlessly pursue them.

When a nearly thousand-strong anti-Japanese war army, supporting the fleeing Shanyun tribesmen, rushed into the outer city's market area.

An aged yet steady voice, as solid as a mountain, pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.

"You beast, how dare you!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a strange rhythm, instantly invigorating the fleeing tribesmen and even easing their fear somewhat.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the secluded general store.

He was an old man with white hair and beard, dressed only in coarse linen clothes, and holding a seemingly ordinary wooden cane.

You could tell from his expression that he was filled with suppressed rage.

They seemed to be walking very slowly, and with each step, the scorched ground beneath their feet would tremble slightly, as if something was awakening underground.

The old man quickly stepped out from the crowd and arrived directly in front of the Roar Clan warrior.

"Where did this old codger come from, looking for death!"

The centurion of the Roaring Clan felt inexplicably uneasy. He roared and slashed at the old man with his bone blade, which carried a foul stench.

The old man neither dodged nor avoided the attack; he simply tapped his wooden cane lightly.

"Thump!"

A deep, resounding thud, as if the heart of the earth had been struck.

A visible ripple spreads out from the wooden staff.

The centurion of the Roaring Clan suddenly stiffened, his bone claws freezing in mid-air, unable to advance any further.

The next second, its body exploded as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

"What?!"

The surrounding Roaring Tribe soldiers were terrified.

They had never seen such a terrifying powerhouse, who killed their centurion with a single blow!

Even with only a thousand or so soldiers rising from the clouds, the suppressive effect of the clouds was real.

"A human warrior?!"

The remaining centurions among the Roar Clan warriors narrowed their eyes, sensing the heavy and powerful aura emanating from the old man.

The old man ignored the cries of the Roaring Tribe centurions, and simply raised his wooden staff, pointing it at the tribal warriors who were still wreaking havoc.

"This land of natural beauty is not to be trampled upon by you."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

As he finished speaking, the ground began to shake violently.

Countless sharp stalagmites burst forth from the ground, precisely piercing each of the Howling Clan warriors.

"Ah, screams of agony rose and fell."

The speed that the Howling Clan warriors were so proud of was useless against the stalagmite's attack.

They were either pierced by stalagmites or swallowed by large cracks that suddenly appeared in the ground.

In an instant, hundreds of Roar Clan warriors lay dead on the spot.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The Howling Clan warriors were terrified and, without waiting for orders from their superiors, began to shout for retreat.

But the old man did not give them a chance.

He slammed his wooden staff to the ground again.

"Boom!"

The ground of the entire street collapsed instantly, forming a huge crater that swallowed up hundreds of fleeing tribal warriors.

"Grandpa Mountain Inkstone!"

"It was the elder of the Shan Yan clan who made the move!"

Upon seeing the old man, the surviving members of the Shanyun tribe knelt down, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

They knew that this old general, who had lived in seclusion for many years, was the last trump card of the Shanyun tribe.

In fact, if Jiang Chen were present, he would recognize that the old man who was now displaying such an dignified demeanor was the same grocery store owner who had wanted to take him as his apprentice.

The elder of the Shanyan clan ignored the cheers of his clansmen, and slowly turned around to look towards the mountaintop.

"Chieftain—"

A complex expression flashed in his eyes, a mixture of anger, sadness, and a deep sense of helplessness.

He knew that although he had defeated this group of Howling Clan warriors, most of the Howling Clan soldiers had probably already escaped from the city.