Chapter 149: The Ambush Succeeds

“Cheer up! If you don’t want to die, move!”

Zhang Changshun was already nervous, but after Zhang Changxi shouted like that, he became even more panicked. This gave me a better chance to strike.

Just as my blade was about to strike Zhang Changshun, Zhang Changxi blocked the attack, preventing me from instantly killing him.

Seeing his brother was practically a sitting duck, Zhang Changxi roared in anger and lunged at me with his weapon.

His weapon was excellent for stabbing, but in a direct confrontation, long weapons still had the advantage.

My Snow Blade revealed its great superiority. Zhang Changxi used some set patterns, but he couldn’t get close to me.

His strength was undeniably formidable; since his weapon had no advantage, the fight ended up fairly even.

It was time for me to take things seriously!

Fortunately, Zhang Changshun had regained his composure and swung his large pitchfork toward me.

But his speed was insignificant in my eyes—less than half of Zhang Changxi’s.

I easily dodged his attack and kicked him aside.

Compared to the weak and useless Zhang Changshun, Zhang Changxi was my true rival.

Zhang Changxi was particularly fast. Knowing he couldn’t win in a direct fight, he cleverly dodged my attacks several times and countered, nearly landing a blow.

I was forced to unleash my proud Wing Shadow Blade technique.

This time, I used the third chapter of the technique, my current strongest move.

As I had mentioned before, the third chapter of the Wing Shadow Blade comprised twelve forms, each increasing in power.

Zhang Changxi could handle the first three forms, but by the fourth, he began to struggle.

Gradually, phantom blades appeared near the Snow Blade, distracting him and causing some dizziness.

I had practiced this third chapter privately in advance, and as my realm advanced, my understanding of the blade technique deepened.

Compared to the earlier chapters, the third chapter appeared more delicate, lacking the raw killing force of before.

Yet it was a hidden dagger beneath a smile—no less powerful than the previous chapters, but even stronger.

Zhang Changxi gradually could no longer withstand the fierce assault and began to be struck repeatedly.

However, all my attention was focused on Zhang Changxi, and I’d forgotten about Zhang Changshun on the side.

After all, he was a Linglian realm cultivator; a single kick barely affected him.

Now he had stood up again and charged at me.

Holding the large pitchfork, I found myself both wanting to laugh and yet unable to—this thing looked far too much like a manure fork.

I bent slightly and sidestepped his pitchfork attack.

Zhang Changshun’s fork clashed directly with Zhang Changxi’s weapon, and the two nearly fell together.

Zhang Changxi cursed at his brother but then they began to cooperate against me.

I wanted to finish this quickly, so I used the third chapter of the Wing Shadow Blade again.

With Zhang Changshun joining in, Zhang Changxi’s pressure lessened, giving him chances to counterattack.

I swung my weapon vigorously with one hand, while the other was ready to unleash the Five Thunder Strike.

At the fifth form, I leapt into the air and released the long-stored Five Thunder Strike.

A tremendous boom crashed down on both of them.

I knew this move wouldn’t kill them, so I charged into the smoke once more.

But this was one of my rare mistakes.

Though I could sense their aura fluctuations within the smoke, I couldn’t locate them precisely.

Suddenly, a cold sting pierced my left waist—I dodged just in time, but couldn’t prevent a sneak attack from behind.

A blade stabbed into my back—not fatal, but excruciatingly painful.

I collapsed to my knees, only to be kicked again. Already unsteady, this blow sent me flying several meters out of the smoke.

When the smoke cleared, I saw their positions.

Their clothes were torn from the explosion but neither had fatal injuries.

“Big brother, kill him now!” Zhang Changshun shouted loudly.

How could I die so easily? I focused, and the blood within me surged again.

In an instant, I felt my wounds healing rapidly.

I smiled faintly, flipped over, and summoned the Snow Blade once more.

Their eyes widened in astonishment as I regained my vigor. Since they showed no mercy, I would be merciless in return.

I charged up another Five Thunder Strike; spiritual energy surged from my fingertips, transforming into streaks of lightning in the air.

At my command, the bolts streaked toward both of them.

The lightning carved straight lines through the air, striking them heavily.

This time, I was cautious. I didn’t rush in but waited outside the smoke for them to emerge.

Sure enough, they weren’t dead and suddenly burst out.

I was ready; I sidestepped slightly and with a backhand slash severed Zhang Changxi’s right arm.

Zhang Changshun was slower. He tried to stab me with his fork, but I deftly dodged and slashed across his neck.

“Ahhh! You killed me! The Mist Demon Sect won’t forgive you...” Zhang Changxi snarled from the ground, still defiant.

But I had no intention of sparing him and drove my blade into his chest.

After collecting the rings from their fingers, the nearby battle also concluded.

Chen Chen and Li Zijian, along with others, wiped out more than a dozen of their men.

Best of all, we suffered no casualties.

“Good work, everyone. But we still need to check the other path,” I said, signaling them to follow.

After such a battle, morale soared. Along the way, they relaxed, sharing stories of the fight without tension or caution.

We soon reached the mountain path on the left side—where Second Uncle had set an ambush, and fierce fighting was still ongoing.

There were fewer enemies here—only Second Uncle and two Linglian realm experts fighting.

Unexpectedly, two Linglian realm opponents were guarding this path, also members of the Mist Demon Sect judging by their attire.

But they couldn’t withstand the fierce Second Uncle; despite being two against one, they were losing.

I hurried forward and joined the fray. With my help, the two opponents quickly lost their weapons.

Second Uncle showed no mercy to these scoundrels, piercing one’s throat with a single sword strike.

After resolving the fight here, I didn’t linger with Second Uncle but led the group toward the small mountain path at the back.

The terrain was perfect for an ambush, and the elder’s strength rivaled Second Uncle’s, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

Upon arrival, I realized this was where the most enemies gathered—two Linglian realm experts plus more than twenty underlings.

Fortunately, our disciples remained united and none were dead.

“Charge!” I shouted, and all the disciples behind me surged forward.