Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 708 - 24 Divine Martial Mansion! (9000 characters 2 in 1)_5

Chapter 708 -24 Divine Martial Mansion! (9000 characters 2 in 1)_5

The man resembling an ancient corpse murmured twice, then suddenly burst into laughter, the sound turning sorrowful as he said:

“Such an outstanding lowborn youth!”

“Wang Anfeng, look who is fighting for you? The son of a humble family? You’re a descendant of Wang Tiance, you yourself are from a noble clan, even if you’re the only one left, the name Wang Tiance alone represents a top-tier noble family!”

“Do you know how hard it is for a true lowborn to rise?!”

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After the sorrowful laughter, he became silent all of a sudden, crashing to the ground, bleeding from every orifice, but even in death, he forcefully absorbed the malevolent energy, causing Wang Anfeng’s breath to decline at a noticeable rate.

Cao Donglin suddenly recoiled, unwilling to engage, waiting for Wang Anfeng’s energy to wane.

Gongsun Jing’s expression froze, his eyes wide open, the rising evil spirits looked like a joke, cruelly slapping his face, leaving his mind in a haze.

At this moment, every position they stood in had been calculated by Yuchi Jie, and if a single one was misplaced, the effect would greatly diminish.

They were powerless to do anything more.

Gongsun Jing clenched his teeth, looked around, saw his fallen comrades, saw Yuchi Jie coughing up blood in frustration, saw everyone giving their all, even the ordinary mountain bandits had staked everything, yet in the end, they had fallen short and he wept bitterly.

Gongsun Jing clenched his teeth.

For some reason, his ears picked up a muffled sound again, like a coal burning to the extremity tossed into ice water, as if he was seeing once more the squad leader who spread his arms wide, blocking the oncoming arrows.

“I’m your boss, so I’ve got to protect you.”

He had once said that… and died that way as well, he said people from the Divine Martial Mansion keep their word, a spit and a promise, no falsehoods.

Gongsun Jing took a deep breath.

The sky grew oppressively low, deathly silence and despair were everywhere, he could feel it, the lad who cooked for them hadn’t collapsed to the ground yet, but he was almost there, the brothers from Qing Taoqi still stood, while the martial artists from Jianghu no longer moved, were they frightened of killing, or did they realize, no matter what, it was all in vain?

Gongsun Jing closed his eyes.

At that moment, he felt as if he was not alone, in front of him, there was a frail-looking scholar and several other gentlemen arguing about what to do, General laughing loudly, a Taoist stroking his beard, familiar faces could be seen everywhere.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

A ruffian-faced man carrying a spear smiled at him, saying.

“Gongsun, Gongsun, why are you here at this time?”

“Gongsun, Gongsun, how is Great Qin doing, how is our Divine Martial Mansion doing?”

“Gongsun, Gongsun…”

Gongsun Jing exhaled gently, murmuring softly:

“The Divine Martial Mansion is fine, the Young Master is doing great.”

“…”

“Gongsun misses you all…”

His breath began to surge, like a great flood rushing into the sea, even the surging malevolent air carried a hint of blood, the insufficient evil energy rising sharply in an instant.

This was a reckless tactic, a life-risking strategy, the remaining twenty-four veterans of the Divine Martial Mansion changed in expression as Gongsun Jing calmly said:

“Divine Martial Mansion’s Commanding Generals Camp Colonel Gongsun Jing, shall die in battle today.”

“After death, Colonel’s role will be taken by Zhu Hongjun.”

The mentioned veteran of Divine Martial Mansion fell silent, his body too burning with red malevolent energy, calmly said:

“Zhu Hongjun dies here, the Colonel’s role will be taken by Guo Yunsheng.”

“Divine Martial Mansion’s Guo Yunsheng dies here, the Colonel’s role will be taken by…”

“Divine Martial…”

In that calm tone, as if narrating, flames calmly started to burn, the fire seeming to engulf a large pile of wood, and between heaven and earth a reverse wind spiraled, silent yet bearing a terrifying power and momentum.

For some reason, the martial artists of Jianghu instinctively retreated.

And Xue Qinshuang and Sikou Tingfeng, who were late due to lagging information from the Number One Manor in the World, finally arrived.

Yuchi Jie coughed up fresh blood from his mouth, calculating like a madman.

Gong Yu led the Southern Frontier Swordsman away to the distance.

There were continuous muffled thunders in the sky, and Wang Anfeng finally clenched the Divine Weapon in his right hand. Although he couldn’t strike with his full strength, it was enough to fight against Cao Donglin.

Thunder entangled his body, and his pupils shone brightly.

Gongsun Jing’s eyes, however, began to lose their luster as his thoughts slowed, like those of an aged man. At this moment, he still wondered if those people from the past would have done better.

It was a pity that he was the one who survived.

Wu Zheng should not have died, should not have died at all.

His mind gradually became chaotic, and in the deathly stillness of his confusion, he heard the clear sound of a bell and a familiar voice mixed with the wind, so familiar that it made him want to cry out loud.

Are they here to pick me up…

Gongsun Jing was left with only this thought, but in the next moment, a thunderous explosion suddenly burst in his ears. His heart leaped, and the extremely bewildered Gongsun Jing regained consciousness, turning his head to see an iron spike more than a zhang long falling from the sky, heavily smashing into the ground.

A red flag unfurled and fell.

Without wind, it stirred on its own.

Fiercely like fire!

Gongsun Jing’s eyes instantly widened, his body stiffened, and his mind was thrown into turmoil.

Another extremely familiar aura of death joined them, blocking the oncoming fatal chi. He became like a puppet. Thunder roared in the sky, mingling with the sound of swords, as he stiffly turned his head.

The people of Jianghu were pushed aside as a group of aged men walked out. Some rode on horses, others simply walked. Their faces were weathered, and their clothes were stained, but their weapons were undamaged.

It’s unknown how much time they took, coming from all corners of the land to this place, some even wearing thick cotton boots, looking quite ridiculous compared to the martial artists in their vigorous attire.

Yet they did not waver in the slightest. Their faces were dirty, but their demeanor was proud, as if they wore Great Qin’s top-grade shining heavy armor, as if they saw comrades everywhere they looked, as if they were invincible under the thunder.

Leading them was an elderly man with graying hair and one arm missing, riding an equally aged warhorse. He raised his longsword, looked around, and then with eyes wide open, as if using all his inner strength, as if exhausting the bravery from a lifetime of battles across the land, he roared:

“Under the banner of Divine Martial Mansion, the Formation Breakers!”

After a deathly calm, Gongsun Jing heard a response like a mountain cry and tsunami. It might have been an illusion, but he thought he saw familiar figures shouting behind those gray-haired veterans.

In the sky, a figure entwined with thunder held a sword.

In his daze, he couldn’t tell if it was the past’s Li Qidao or the present’s Wang Anfeng. In his confusion, someone gently patted his shoulder from behind, and real or not, he heard a familiar voice.

Ah Jing, Ah Jing, you’ve done well…

Ah Jing, Ah Jing, you’ve grown up.

He opened his mouth, but like the others around him shouting, he was already in tears.

Such roars had almost fused into the depths of his soul, unforgettable until death. He remembered what Wu Zheng once said, it was just a few simple words that even a child could shout, right? Just those words.

“Wind!”

“Wind!”

“Great Wind!”

In the sky, a figure holding a longsword stepped onto the vast expanse, as if facing the entire world, the whole of Jianghu, the past of his ancestors, covered in blood, and then, with all his might, he bellowed out.

“Divine Martial!!!”

Fifty miles away, Li Sheng, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped. His pallid eyes widened at the sight of an evil aura forming a formation, like a dragon soaring into the sky, encompassed by thunder, roaring incessantly.

His throat moved, and he almost whispered.

“Divine Martial…”

In the records of Jianghu, in the summer of the sixth month of the fourth year of the Great Yuan Era of Great Qin, the Divine Martial Mansion opened in Jiangnan Road with Wang Anfeng as Mansion Master. Using a formation, he killed the Grandmaster Cao Donglin amidst heavenly thunder, causing celestial phenomena for three hundred miles.

In a fierce battle, with three hundred against the Jianghu of Jiangnan Road, more than four thousand Jianghu people perished.

A simple valley turned into a river of blood in an instant, where no living being dared to enter, hence called Dead Valley.

From then on, no one in the world dared to call the remnants of Divine Martial Mansion by the five words ‘mere leftover scum’.

PS: Today, a two-chapter update with a total of nine thousand words is presented. No matter how I write, I’m not satisfied, but please bear with it for now, haha