Chapter 150: Elite Cultists
A split second before the arrow could pierce the believer’s head,
he suddenly raised his hand and snatched the arrow right out of the air.
Then, he slowly turned and glanced in the direction it came from.
SWISH SWISH SWISH—
Suddenly, the sound of three more objects cutting through the air.
Three more arrows shot out from the darkness, aimed at three different parts of his body.
Seeing this, an unnatural glint flashed in the Blood Drop Believer’s eyes.
He then flung the Demon Hunter Team Member he was choking to the side,
actually trying to use the man’s body to block the three arrows.
PFFT PFFT PFFT—
But while the arrows were still in mid-air,
they suddenly exploded out of thin air.
Looking at the Demon Hunter Team Member now, he had already passed out from asphyxiation.
A vicious sneer crossed the believer’s face.
He glanced around.
Then, just as the hand choking the team member was about to snap his neck,
an icy chill came from behind him.
The believer’s expression changed, and he quickly tried to dodge.
But at the exact moment he began to move,
another arrow shot toward him from a different direction.
With nowhere left to dodge, the arrow pierced straight through his neck.
PFFT—
With a soft sound, fresh blood sprayed out.
His eyes, filled with indignation, stared fixedly to one side.
The light in them only began to dim as his body slowly collapsed.
Then, from the darkness ahead and behind, two figures emerged.
One, dressed in a long black coat and wearing a pure black mask, was Snow Angel.
The person approaching from the opposite direction was also a woman.
She had long, golden hair, wore black combat gear, and held a longbow.
It was Yin Xiaoyu of the Fifth Demon Hunting Squad.
They didn’t exchange a single word, walking up to the believer to check the situation.
Only after confirming he was dead did they turn to the other man.
"It’s Ah Ze from Squad Four. An intern, too."
After a long moment, Qin Zhaoxue spoke in a soft tone.
"An intern? How did he end up targeted by a Blood Drop Believer all by himself?" Yin Xiaoyu said, finding it strange.
"Xiaoyu, what should we do now?"
Qin Zhaoxue glanced at the unconscious Ah Ze lying on the ground.
For a moment, she was unsure.
Yin Xiaoyu said nothing and took out a water bottle.
She twisted off the cap and poured it directly onto Ah Ze.
"Ah..."
With a sharp gasp, Ah Ze jolted awake.
His face was filled with terror as he glanced left and right.
The next moment, he spotted the dead Blood Drop Believer lying beside him.
A look of fear flashed in his eyes.
"Ah Ze, why are you alone? Where are the others from your team?" Qin Zhaoxue asked hurriedly.
When he clearly saw that the two people before him were fellow Demon Hunting Squad members,
Ah Ze’s expression once again became panicked and desperate.
"Quick, go save the captain! Go save Ah Jiu and the others..."
"We... we were ambushed by Blood Drop Believers and got separated. I saw three of them chasing after the captain. Please, go save him..."
Ah Ze pleaded, his voice choked with sobs.
Hearing this, Qin Zhaoxue and Yin Xiaoyu exchanged a look.
Ever since they entered Wushan, they had discovered that the Blood Drop Believers had already set up an ambush there.
Every Demon Hunting Squad had been scattered by them.
This included Qin Zhaoxue and Yin Xiaoyu, who had also been forced to separate.
Fortunately, they were all equipped with tracking devices and walkie-talkies.
As long as everyone was still on the mountain and alive,
they could contact each other.
That was precisely why Yin Xiaoyu and Qin Zhaoxue had appeared here and saved Ah Ze’s life.
Yin Xiaoyu said quickly, "Where’s your walkie-talkie? Hurry and contact the others on your team!"
"Huh? Walkie-talkie? Right, right, I... how could I forget about that..."
Ah Ze immediately started patting himself down.
But after searching for a long time, he couldn’t find it.
Watching his panicked state, Yin Xiaoyu sighed and shook her head.
"This batch of interns is a real letdown. Just stick with us for now. Your captain is in the Six-Star Realm; dealing with these Blood Drop Believers shouldn’t be a problem for him!"
Hearing this, Ah Ze’s heart calmed down a little.
Looking disheveled, he scrambled up from the ground.
He followed behind Qin Zhaoxue and Yin Xiaoyu, continuing up the mountain.
...
BOOM—
A massive explosion.
A trench had been violently carved into the ground.
Three Blood Drop Believers, skewered like candied haws on a stick,
had been brutally cleaved down the middle.
The three corpses hadn’t experienced a moment of pain.
They slowly split apart...
Chu Zhengxiong shouldered his giant blade and glanced over with a look of utter disdain.
"This is getting old. Just how many of these guys are there? Weren’t they pretty much all cleared out before? Why are there still more?" Chu Zhengxiong said, looking bewildered.
As he finished speaking, Mo Yanfeng walked over from a short distance away,
wiping the blood from his hands with a handkerchief.
After wiping them clean, he carefully folded the handkerchief and tucked it back into his pocket.
He then straightened his clothes slightly.
"Didn’t the old man say it? These are just here to confuse us."
"They’re all just cannon fodder. Nothing to be afraid of."
"Blood Drop’s true elite believers are probably all lying in ambush on this mountain!"
"Every one of them is at the two-star or three-star level. I bet there are even four- and five-star ones waiting further up!"
Mo Yanfeng looked up toward the mountain peak.
The blood-red clouds in the sky had grown even more turbulent.
A dark, oppressive mass churned without end,
looking as if it were slowly pressing down, instilling a sense of heart-pounding dread.
Chu Zhengxiong pursed his lips. "Then let them all come. Today’s a good day to settle things with them for good!"
"By the way, have you contacted anyone else?"
Mo Yanfeng nodded. "Xiaoyu and Zhao Xue are already heading up the mountain. They’re not far from us."
"I’ve also contacted Captain Han and Captain Mo. Everything is normal on their end."
"It’s just Squad Four that ran into some trouble. They were hit by the Blood Drop Believers, and a few members got separated. Liu Yuan is busy looking for them right now."
"Looking for them? How could they get lost? Don’t they all have trackers? What about their walkie-talkies?"
Mo Yanfeng shrugged, shaking his head with a light laugh.
"Not sure. They’ll just have to fend for themselves."
Chu Zhengxiong glanced back at him, his brow furrowed. "This is what I hate about your personality. You’re cold, ruthless, and incredibly selfish, you know that?"
"They’re our comrades from the Demon Hunting Bureau. Can you really bear to just leave them to their fate?"
Mo Yanfeng shrugged again, dusting off his clothes.
"Don’t let your sympathy get the best of you. We’re on a mission right now. We can’t worry about so much."
"And don’t you forget, the old man said Wushan is just a ruse to lure the tiger from the mountain. They might have already entered the city by now!"
"The sooner we finish the battle here, the sooner we can go back and provide support!"
After he spoke, Mo Yanfeng’s face was devoid of any extraneous expression.
"Captain Liu won’t abandon his own team members. You just worry about yourself and our squad. That’s enough."
Hearing him put it that way, Chu Zhengxiong let out a soft sigh.
He turned and continued up the mountain.
...
「Xinghai City.」
In the office of the Martial Arts Hall.
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window at the blood-red expanse over Wushan.
After a long while, the old Daoist walked over.
"So, you’re saying your grandson is the future Martial God?"
The old man shook his head. "Nothing is certain yet. It is merely my personal speculation.
Until this matter is confirmed, you are to keep it a secret!"
"Hahaha..."
"We’ve known each other for decades. Don’t you know what kind of person I, Mu Ru, am?"
"This matter is of great importance. Until it’s truly confirmed, everything is just empty talk!"
The old Daoist laughed heartily and nodded.
And just as they were speaking, the office door was pushed right open.
The old man’s face darkened, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.
He hated it most when people barged into his office without even knocking.
The moment he turned and saw it was the Little Daoist,
the killing intent in his eyes subsided somewhat.
The old Daoist, however, said with a grim expression, "Insolent! How many times have I told you? Do you think this is Dragon Tiger Mountain? Have you forgotten all the rules?"
"G-Grandmaster..."
The Little Daoist’s expression changed slightly, and he looked a little frightened.
The old Daoist then shot a glance at Yi Nanshan from the corner of his eye.
He added fiercely, "This is the only time. If you do it again, I won’t be so lenient... Now speak. What has you in such a panic?"
Clearly, the old Daoist was protecting his own.
By speaking first, he had essentially shut Yi Nanshan up.
The Little Daoist nodded quickly. "Grandmaster, Old Chief, the demonic aura in the city is spreading. It’s even denser than before!"
"Oh?"
The old Daoist and Yi Nanshan looked at each other.
There wasn’t the slightest hint of surprise in their eyes, as if they had expected it all along.