Martial King's Retired Life

Volume 11 Chapter 91 Mutants Running Amok. Tit for Tat.

Due to the lack of a director, bigger animals stomped on snakes, and any semblance of a formation was nowhere to be seen. On the other hand, the Qilin Guards and agents of Emperor’s Entourage were in high spirits thanks to Shen Yiren. Unsurprisingly, they made brutal and quick work of the mutated beasts.

Luo Clan’s group into a pincer attack on the sides of the mutated beasts, cutting off the stream through the centre. They didn’t fight the main force as they didn’t have much experience fighting animals, not to mention they had marched a long way.

Feng Xue split his unit into three support teams after cutting off Nieyao’s reinforcements. Heisina Tribe’s warriors had as much experience as Nieyao’s military in dealing with wild beasts. Therefore, they were valuable reinforcements.

The eight hundred Qilin Guards from Beijiang had no problem ploughing through the mutated beasts since they fought a variety of beasts native to Beijiang frequently. Praise wasn’t given to just their physical skill but also their unshakeable spirits. Even the competitor in Shen Yiren would have to give their grand commander credit for his wise leadership.

Owing to the frenetic pace of the proceeding, nobody noticed a man hobbling quietly to the war zone…

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The twelve concealment formations that League of Assassins replaced with Lian Zhuiyue’s dispelled one allowed them to not only covered the location of those within, but it also empowered them to coordinate defence and attack with those inside and outside. The formation also acted as an alarm for those hiding within. Even if someone had the muscle to dismantle the formation, they wouldn’t do so recklessly when it’d give away their whereabouts to a group of trained assassins.

While Sima Huai mused over the danger of making an enemy out of the assassins, Hong Jiu was as cool as a cucumber because he always had absolute faith in Ming Feizhen. Noticing Sima Huai’s gaze on him, Hong Jiu said, “Be humble.” He took a step toward Sima Huai and quietly added, “Leader must’ve definitely dropped some serious cash to hire them. Don’t let them make us pay. Don’t speak. Don’t speak.”

Sima Huai: “…”

Only Lian Zhuiyue needed to remain inside Dragon-Slaying Formation now that the formation was functioning as it was supposed to. Once the other four came out and recovered, Hong Jiu inquired, “Grandaunt, what shall we…”

The time they needed to recover varied due to their own categorisation and progress as martial artists. Lian Zhuiyue’s internal energy may have been advanced, but he couldn’t circulate qi as fast as Sima Huai. Xia’er was more technical than Lian Zhuiyue as well as Sima Huai, but her internal energy was least potent. Ming Suwen was the only one who didn’t need to recover.

Ming Suwen opened her eyes. “We find the commander. Maintaining the formation is important, true. However, killing the commander is the faster route to end this.”

“That would have to be Gegewu, then. Leader said we could bludgeon him on sight.”

Ming Suwen’s usual playful nature was nowhere in sight. “In addition, we need to work hard to contribute. Given it is our mission to slay the beasts, we can’t let others take the credit. Resident Ku, please mobilise.”

“You need not be so formal with us, Miss.”

The twelve formations moved in correspondence with Mount Daluo’s group, resembling a cluster of fog travelling through the city. There clearly had to be a lot of people holding up the formation, or it’d be impossible to transport it. A small group stayed behind to guard Lian Zhuiyue.

Ming Suwen suddenly stopped.

“What’s the matter, Sister Suwen?”

Ming Suwen’s knees buckled out of the blue, giving her cohorts a fright. None of them had ever seen her sad, angry and terrified all at once, let alone to this extent. None of them understood the reason for her hopelessness or knew what to do.

“Change of plans. We’re slaying the dragon’s kids. Spare none,” instructed Ming Suwen, speaking with urgency.

Hong Jiu rubbed his hands and fists. “Which one first, Grandaunt?”

“Wazi.”

“Sounds good. It’s supposed to be a menacing jiao, and jiaos are the closest to dragons. I may not be good enough to see a dragon, so a jiao is acceptable compensation.”

“We need to be fast.” Ming Suwen tried to hide her trembling. “Your brother is in trouble. He must’ve encountered an opponent that not even he can beat, or he wouldn’t resort to that power again… No dragon’s sons in Nieyao are seeing another day. Let’s go!”