He suddenly thrust out a hand and, hanging in the air, grabbed and pulled three people from afar towards him. The trio was instantly sucked over by a formidable force, but Zhao Cha, standing between the three, didn’t budge an inch.
All four were stunned by Yang Ge’s miraculous move. By the time Yang Ge swung his fists, as big as sandbags, they all cried out in unison, "Second Master, spare our lives, we won’t dare to do it again..."
"Second Shopkeeper, please plead for us!"
Zhao Cha, on his side, scooped up his hands and, baring a tiger’s tooth, was all smiles, showing his teeth but not his eyes.
...
Moments later, outside the eastern city gate.
Over ten riders furiously spurred their steeds, rushing towards the city gate, shedding blood all along the way.
"Hurry, once we get into Lu Ting, we will be safe!"
"The Five Poisons Cult won’t dare to strike in Luting County!"
"My fellow disciples, hold on..."
Behind them, about a hundred yards away, dozens of fierce men cloaked in thick black and red robes and wielding heavy broadswords shouted "woo woo woo" as they drove their robust horses, chasing the ten riders ahead even as the gates of Lu Ting were within sight, without any intention of slowing down.
The menacing flood of men and horses swept over the snow like a gust of wind, resembling a massive dark cloud passing overhead, exerting an intense suffocating pressure.
In this chase, with the city gate almost within reach, the leading riders could already make out the words "Lu Ting" above the gate.
But just as they were overwhelmed with joy, tragedy struck...
A heart-wrenching cry of "he-lu-lu" resounded as a powerful horse in the middle, exhausted, buckled at its front legs, tumbling to the ground along with its rider.
Having ridden too closely, the sudden fall of this horse caused several other riders behind to be unable to dodge in time, helplessly watching as their horses crashed down...
On the spot, six or seven people were thrown off, rolling like gourds to the ground and only having the strength to cough up blood, unable to even stand up.
Their injuries were simply too severe, and they were utterly exhausted.
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Even though the longed-for haven was just in front of them, they couldn’t move a finger...
The few riders who had already rushed through the city gate, upon seeing their fallen comrades, dismounted and stumbled back: "Brothers, hold on!"
They rushed back into the snowy ground, grabbing one brother after another, straining with all their might to drag them towards the city gate.
The bodies of six or seven men skidded across the snow, leaving behind trails of vivid red...
"Second Senior Brother, we can’t keep going!"
One man, lying on the ground, clutched his chest, coughing up blood while desperately prying open his own clenched hands. "You guys go on without us, the hope of our sect... lies with you!"
"Go!"
"Hurry..." he choked.
The men lying on the ground, their voices breaking as they struggled to shout.
The men dragging them, tears streaming down their faces, refused to let go: "Lu Ting is right here, you guys hold on!"
"Big Senior Brother, go on, we’ll stay here with the other brothers!"
"Yes, Big Senior Brother, you go ahead, today I’ll fight these damned bastards to the death..."
No, if we go, we go together; if we stay, we stay together.
Moved to tears by this scene, the dozens of chasing soldiers caught up and burst into boisterous laughter.
They dismounted, and a middle-aged man with a goatee, assuming an air of sinister smugness, leisurely approached the flopping figures scattered across the ground, brandishing a broad-backed sword and slapping his thigh. "Run, weren’t you all good at running?"
"Lu Ting is just ahead, put some more effort, once inside Lu Ting, we won’t dare to touch you!"
"Hahaha..."
Amid their cruel, triumphant laughter reaching its peak, a voice laced with a faint smile suddenly came from right above them: "I wonder if you realize where you are?"
Everyone in the snowy field looked up in unison to see a slender figure on the city wall, dressed in jailer’s embroidered attire, covered with a pure black cape, smiling down at them.
Seeing him, the goatee-bearded leader narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling and holding his sword in a salute, "So it’s a friend from the Embroidered Guards. I am Yuchi Zhen, branch chief of the Heavenly Dragon Hall of the Five Poisons Cult. Pleased to meet you!"
The man on the city walls shook his head slowly with a smile, "Don’t recklessly claim connections. I don’t have such fearsome friends... Hey, you guys from the Fine Rain Sword Sect, what are you still waiting for? Isn’t lying in the snow cold?"
Hearing his words, the figures sprawled on the ground before the gate, as if awakening from a dream, cried out in unison with joy, "Thank you, sir, for saving our lives!"
"...We from the Fine Rain Sword Sect have nothing to offer in return. Should you need us in the future, sir, we will march through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Quick, into the city, we’ve been saved..."
The group, unable to contain themselves, started crying.
The man on the wall waved his hand with a smile, "Don’t thank me, this is Lu Ting, you should thank Second Master!"
The group below, sobbing hard, quickly corrected themselves: "To Second Master, we of the Fine Rain Sword Sect owe an unforgettable debt of gratitude and also thank you, noble sir, for your righteous help!"
"The gratitude for saving lives knows no sequence, Second Master’s life-saving grace deserves thanks, and we will also eternally remember your sir’s kindness in our hearts, we dare not forget..."
The group cried out hoarsely.
The goatee-bearded man in black frowned displeasedly, then forced a smile again as he bowed with his sword: "Sir, these eminent disciples from the Fine Rain Sword Sect are individuals our Hall Master specifically wants. Your interference seems a bit out of place, doesn’t it?"