"Impossible!"
The middle-aged man's mouth remained wide open as he stood there in shock.
"How-how is this possible? Where-where did they go?"
He frantically looked around, fully alert and ready to attack.
On the ground, near the carriages, there was nothing.
All corpses had disappeared; only the burning carriages and dead Ferghana horses remained.
There were no human corpses.
'But I saw them die!? What happened?'
A wild guess emerged in his mind, but he found it hard to believe.
'I blocked the qi - there was no way all of this was an illusion.'
He tightened the grip over his sword even more and shouted, "Whoever you are, come out and face me!"
Just as he had finished, he suddenly felt a sharp pain over his shoulders.
*thud*
His arm fell!
He stared in horror at his shoulders, "AHHHHH!"
*thud*
This time someone had cut off his right leg!
"AHHHHH!"
His cry echoed throughout the valley as he whimpered in pain and fell to the ground.
Taking control of his emotions, he threw his sword and took out the spatial ring from his arm, lying on the floor.
As soon as he took it out, he used his senses, and a pill appeared in his palm.
*sew*
A gale of wind went past him, and he saw the pill fall - no - his whole arm fell.
*thud*
He had lost both of his arms and one leg within a few moments.
This time he just clenched his teeth and immediately dragged himself to the pill, which was now lying on the ground.
Sticking out his tongue, he tried to lick the pill lying on the ground.
However, before his tongue could touch the pill, something else could be between.
He frowned, and raising his head; he found someone standing in front of him, staring dead in his eyes.
He lowered his gaze, and to his dismay, he found out that he had just licked this person's foot.
The man standing above him pressed his feet on the ground and crushed his pill.
"No-!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but give an agonizing shout.
"Hmph!" The man in front of him didn't show any sympathy and kicked his face.
His whole body flew and hurled back to a few feet, directly hitting a tree trunk.
"Ugh!" The middle-aged man felt his spine break.
The only thing he was feeling right now was intense pain.
And the intense pain forced him to lose his consciousness.
The last thing he saw before his eyes fully closed were more cultivators coming out of the forest and stood beside the man who had just kicked him, all of them staring at him as if mocking his whole existence.
…
*splash!*
"Ugh-!" The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
He tried to come to his senses, 'Was that a bad dream?'
Frowning, he tried to rub his forehead, but he didn't feel his hands!
Suddenly a bad premonition took over him, and he fully became aware of his surroundings.
He had no arms. He had lost a leg and wasn't able to feel the other.
The only good thing was that he wasn't feeling any pain, at least for now.
'So that was not a dream….'
The middle-aged man clenched his jaw and looked up.
Many people were sitting in front of him. Nine, to be exact.
It didn't take him long to identify them - these were the exact people he had just killed.
Even though he didn't know how long he was unconscious, he remembered everything vividly, as if it happened just a minute ago.
"You woke up, good."
It was the same man who had kicked him earlier.
Looking carefully, he seemed more like a teenager.
'A teenager… sigh.'
The middle-aged man lamented his fate - to be kicked around like a rag by someone half his age…
This was truly a pathetic way to die.
"What do you guys want?" The middle-aged man asked.
He knew this was the end.
There was no hope left for him.
'At least I will finish one task before I die.'
Even at death, he didn't wish to betray his master - he was already instructed what to do if the mission failed.
His master had told him what to say if any of his companions got captured and were interrogated.
"Who are you?" The teenager asked.
'Didn't he introduce himself as Xiao Ming? The whole report on him was wrong.'
"I am Mo Da."
"Mo Da? Well, the name does suit you."
[A/n: Mo Da means intelligent.]
"What do you mean?"
"Your way of ambushing. That isn't something we see every day. You put auto-targeting bows throughout the forest, which were controlled by two of your friends."
"This made it seem like there are thousands of enemies, and you also put up an array to block the qi flow, barring anyone from making use of their cultivation realms."
"It was a sure kill plan... without any loss. Unfortunately, you missed one thing." Xiao Ming smirked as he finished his words.
"What did I miss?" Mo Da frowned.
He at least wanted to confirm the reason behind his failure.
"Senior Brother Jun Xie. You underestimated his abilities."
"Jun Xie?" Mo Da's frown deepened, "I put the qi blocking array for him… don't tell me he was able to use illusion technique even then?"
That was impossible!
How powerful is this guy? The report about him was wrong too?
Xiao Ming responded with a shrug; he didn't care to confirm.
However, for Mo Da, this shrug was confirmation.
'Damn, the reports were definitely wrong! How could they give me wrong information about targets... ugh!'
"Mo Da," Just then, someone came forward.
It was Jun Xie himself.
"Tell us who sent you. We will give you one last chance. If you tell the truth, not only will we let you go, I will also attach your arms and legs with your body. Don't tell me you don't know I am an alchemist."
Mo Da's breathing became rapid.