Chapter 318: Chapter 132 Qi-Blood Furnace Confrontation! The Devious Movement of the Deer Snake!_1
“Good.”
Su Changkong nodded and left the Forging Room, returning to his room to rest.
Having helped Wei Chiao forge the Monster Wailing Blade, Su Changkong found himself with newfound leisure, and the surveillance on him had also diminished.
“This trip has actually yielded a considerable harvest. By forging the Monster Wailing Blade, my forging entered the Eight Realms, and my Blade Qi metamorphosed into Blade Gang. Otherwise, who knows how long it would have taken for Blade Qi to turn into Blade Gang!”
Su Changkong was quite satisfied with his gains.
Unexpectedly chosen by Chai Zheng, brought to the rebel camp, and forging a blade for the rebel leader, he had gained a lot!
Su Changkong felt an itch to test the power of the Blade Gang, but it was impossible to unleash it within the camp.
However, Su Changkong had no intention of becoming part of the Revolutionary Army—this so-called Revolutionary Army stood against the Great Flame Empire, seeking to overthrow the imperial rule and establish a new dynasty.
But Su Changkong knew well that even though the Great Flame Empire might seem like it was in its last days, it still had a deep-rooted foundation and wouldn’t simply collapse overnight.
The actions of the Revolutionary Army were nothing more than murder and plunder, causing destruction everywhere; in essence, not much different from bandits. Hence, Su Changkong had decided to escape at the first opportunity.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a month had gone since Su Changkong arrived at the rebel camp.
That day, the opportunity to leave finally came!
“The leader has ordered that everyone pack up. We’ll depart tonight!”
Early in the morning, a Martial Artist conveyed Wei Chiao’s command throughout the camp.
For safety reasons, these rebels wouldn’t stay in one place too long. They moved camps from time to time, shooting and then changing location. Now was the time to leave!
“I’ll find a chance to slip away on the road!”
Su Changkong knew this was his chance to leave.
Within the camp, everyone began packing their belongings and erasing traces of their presence in the valley. They only finished as the sky started to darken.
Dressed in a black robe and resembling a small giant, Wei Chiao mounted a majestic black horse with a blade at his waist. He called out loudly, “Move out!”
About three to four thousand Martial Artists, taking advantage of the night, began their relocation.
Being a Forge Master valued by Wei Chiao, Su Changkong also followed in the ranks, protected by Martial Artists. Seated on horseback, he observed the surrounding chaos with a sense of melancholy.
There were high and mighty millennia-old noble families, as well as these ‘Revolutionary Army’ members struggling for profit and power, desiring to topple the throne and replace the dynasty.
These Martial Artists were clearly seasoned in relocating. They marched with discipline, and there were specific individuals trailing behind, cleaning up any tracks left to prevent being traced.
“Rest for half an hour!”
At daybreak, when the light faintly touched the sky, in a desolate forest, the convoy halted their migration, and Wei Chiao ordered a short respite to eat and drink.
“Later, I’ll pretend I have a stomachache and need to relieve myself to get away.”
Su Changkong dismounted from his horse, taking out his food and water like the others, replenishing his strength while mentally planning his escape.
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
But before Su Changkong could take action, a Scout returned at a gallop, issuing a series of loud shouts.
“An enemy attack? Is it the Dafeng Iron Cavalry? How did they find our movements?”
Without a doubt, that shout changed the Martial Artists’ expressions in an instant, and they immediately prepared for battle!
Wei Chiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
“Wei Chiao! Thinking you could keep killing our brothers and continue to roam freely?”
Outside the desolate forest, several li away, a thunderous roar erupted, a figure as fast as lightning swiftly approached, with several shadows trailing behind, each revealing nimble movements.
“Stop them!”
At the forest’s edge, a Martial Artist shouted, as groups promptly formed formations, attempting to block these uninvited guests!
“Boom!”
However, the leader was too fearsome. Charging from afar, at the forefront like a massive golden bull, he charged and broke through—rebels with shields were sent flying, their bones shattered, tossed about like broken puppets.
It was a man in golden armor with a sword at his waist. Although his face was concealed by a helmet, his unstoppable momentum alone betrayed his prowess.
“Jin Buhuan?”
Wei Chiao’s expression darkened as he recognized the man.
“Jin Buhuan, one of the Four Great Generals of the Dafeng Iron Cavalry!”
Su Changkong’s heart chilled, having heard of Jin Buhuan’s name.
No doubt, with Jin Buhuan having arrived, the Dafeng Iron Cavalry must have somehow learned of the rebels’ movements, intent on eradicating them.
In the distance, the sound of the wind carried the thunderous gallop of the Iron Riders. Jin Buhuan was leading the charge to prevent Wei Chiao from fleeing, followed by a force of over ten thousand Dafeng Iron Cavalry!
“Ma Hong! Order the brothers to retreat in different directions!”
Wei Chiao remained calm, immediately issuing commands to Ma Hong.
And Ma Hong nodded, knowing that since the Dafeng Iron Cavalry had uncovered their whereabouts, they must have mobilized sufficient troops. A frontal battle meant annihilation; now was the time to retreat and preserve what strength they could!
“Jin Buhuan, I’ll give you a good fight!”
Wei Chiao let out a fierce yell. Jin Buhuan’s Qi had locked onto him, but rather than retreat, he advanced. With a stomp of his foot, his burly figure surged forward, his Qi and Blood violently expanding and transforming into a blazing Furnace Phantasm above his head, with flames roaring within.