Chapter 917: The End

The Wildfire Spear Technique is a martial skill of the military, said to have been created by the War Sage Li Shenghai a thousand years ago.

This spear technique emphasizes killing, and with the Wildfire’s Nine Strikes, every blow can take a life. Once mastered, it allows one to roam the battlefield unimpeded.

After Wang Chen mastered the Wildfire Spear Technique, he devoted considerable effort to perfecting it.

Because his main focus was the Bloodshed Wheel, which has deep ties to military practices, Ling Zhiyuan’s ancestors were once great generals.

Combining the Bloodshed Wheel with the Wildfire Spear Technique would undoubtedly unleash the ultimate destructive power of this skill!

Thrust, sweep, break, wave, shake…

Wang Chen, after tapping into the Corpse Dog bloodshed wheel power, swept through the group of Yellow Lotus Cultists without resistance.

Wherever his spear reached, bandits fell with broken bones or gushing blood; none could withstand a single blow!

The Yellow Lotus Cultists tried to use their numbers to surround Wang Chen, but none could get within five steps of him.

The spear’s gleam was chilling, striking fear into the hearts of the Yellow Lotus Cultists!

“Stand back!”

A burly man charged out of the forest, wielding dual Large Axes and roaring, “I’m here to kill this little brat!”

An elite monster?

Wang Chen narrowed his eyes and held his spear steady.

The drooping spear tip dripped with a drop of crimson blood.

“Die!”

Seeing Wang Chen standing still, the burly man thought he had intimidated his opponent, and his battle intent surged.

With his two Large Axes slicing through the air, he drew two sharp arcs aimed at Wang Chen’s neck and chest!

At that moment, Wang Chen suddenly moved.

The spear, which had just been lowered, shot up like a coiled serpent, unleashing a glimmering point aimed at the burly man’s throat.

Corpse Dog, Hidden Arrow, Sparrow Shade—the three wheels shook in terror!

As the Seven-Pronged Spear lunged at him, the burly man felt overwhelming fear enveloping him.

Forgetting about striking Wang Chen, he hurriedly raised his axes to block.

Crack!

The spear tip collided with the axe blade, exploding into a dazzling flash of light.

The burly man felt an immense force crashing against him; he could only hold on for a brief moment before staggering back, his arm trembling and Qi and blood in turmoil.

Run!

Having just exchanged blows, the Yellow Lotus Cult leader realized the power gap between him and Wang Chen, and all his battle intent evaporated.

“Ah!”

He let out a loud scream, using all his strength to hurl both Large Axes at Wang Chen.

Then he turned and fled!

The reaction of the Yellow Lotus Cult leader was not entirely unjustified; after all, he was not a completely brainwashed ordinary follower who could disregard his own life.

Moreover, he had dedicated significant effort to mastering his movement techniques. Despite his robust build, his speed in fleeing was remarkably swift.

Regrettably, choosing Wang Chen as his opponent was his gravest mistake!

Crack! Crack!

Wang Chen swung his spear, deflecting the two incoming Large Axes. Seeing his opponent flee, he immediately thrust the Seven-Pronged Spear forward, slapping the spear’s tail with his left palm.

In the next instant, the spear shot forth like a dragon, instantly catching up to the burly man.

Thud!

The Yellow Lotus Cult leader was pinned to the ground!

His life force was remarkably tenacious; despite being pierced through by the spear, he did not die immediately and struggled to emit a harrowing scream.

This terrified the surrounding Yellow Lotus Cultists.

The Cult leader possessed the cultivation level of a peak martial master and was endowed with innate great strength. His two Large Axes had rendered him nearly invincible in battle.

To the Yellow Lotus Cultists, he was a divine general under Mother Wu Dang, undefeated and victorious in a hundred battles!

Yet, after only a couple of exchanges with Wang Chen, he ended up in such a tragic state, causing their faith to crumble instantly.

Although these Yellow Lotus Cultists were heavily brainwashed, when confronted with the bloody reality, their fanaticism momentarily subsided.

The ensuing calmness led to fear engulfing them, and they scattered in all directions.

Wang Chen did not pursue these small fry; he withdrew the Seven-Pronged Spear from the Cult leader’s body and headed to reinforce Old Qiu and the others from the Blood Guard.

At that moment, Old Qiu and the two others were embroiled in a heavy encirclement by the Yellow Lotus Cultists.

Although the three Blood Guard members had formed defensive formations, their individual strength was not weak, yet the overwhelming numbers of the enemies soon forced them from their horses to the ground, covered in blood.

“Kill!”

Old Qiu saw a sea of red before him, filled with ferocious faces.

He bore several wounds on his body, gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on.

This Blood Guard small flag felt immense despair, believing today would be his last.

Dong Zhihui and the other Blood Guard were faring worse, especially the latter, who had received a knife wound to his leg and could barely stand.

The three were acutely aware that they would not be able to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

There was also no possibility of breaking through the encirclement.

“Ah!”

Just as the three Blood Guards found themselves in a desperate situation, chaos erupted among the Yellow Lotus Cultists attacking them, accompanied by screams and shouts.

Thud!

A Yellow Lotus Cultist turned around just in time to be pierced through by a spear.

The spearhead protruded from his back and then struck another person.

Wang Chen was coming!

Old Qiu spotted him immediately.

This Blood Guard small flag couldn’t believe his eyes—he thought Wang Chen had met a grim fate.

But shocked as he was, Old Qiu did not hesitate to roar, “Kill, kill, kill!”

Dong Zhihui and the other Blood Guard were invigorated, and they fought even more ferociously.

With Wang Chen outside and the three inside, they worked in tandem; even though they were still outnumbered, the encirclement of the Yellow Lotus Cultists fell apart in an instant.

Wang Chen swept his spear, instantly stirring up a bloody storm as the Cultists fell like wheat cut by a scythe.

Witnessing such a gruesome scene, the remaining Yellow Lotus Cultists trembled in fear!

Woo~

In the depths of the dense forest, a low horn sounded.

Hearing this sound, the Yellow Lotus Cultists panicked and scattered into the surrounding mountains and forests.

“Don’t chase!”

Old Qiu stopped the blood-red Dong Zhihui, panting as he spoke to Wang Chen, “Ling Zhiyuan, we truly owe you our lives this time.”

This Blood Guard small flag understood very well that without Wang Chen today, they would all perish here.

There was no chance for luck!

And Dong Zhihui, who had always looked at Wang Chen unfavorably, felt very complicated. He moved his lips a few times before saying, “Thank you.”

Wang Chen saved his life; if he didn’t express any gratitude, who would want to be friends with him in the future?

“It’s nothing.”

Wang Chen waved his hand dismissively, raising the Seven-Pronged Spear as he looked toward the direction of the horn’s sound.

His intuition told him that the mastermind behind the ambush was hiding there.

Although their scheme had not succeeded, this was probably just the beginning; the real battle lay ahead.

Wang Chen’s peaceful life had come to an end!