Chapter 128: Ling Lie's Killing Intent (Five)

  The man in black at the front did not pay attention to Cheng Dahai, but instead waved his black sleeve, and dozens of men in black behind him came surging forward like a tide, their sharp blades emitting a cold glow in the golden sunlight, stabbing towards Cheng Dahai and the others.

  Cheng Dahai's face turned cold, and with a quick tap of his toe on the horse's back, he swiftly galloped away.

  Six black-clad men surrounded Cheng Dahai, while the other two black-clad men stabbed towards the luxurious carriage in the center. The remaining black-clad men entangled with the guards of Xuanwu Country.

  The clear and shrill sound of clashing weapons startled the flying birds and beasts in the forest, and the air was filled with a strong and solemn atmosphere.

  Cheng Da Hai saw that their target was not himself, but his own son Cheng Fei. He was suddenly shocked and furious, shouting: "Stop! If you dare to hurt my son in the slightest, I will tear you into pieces!"

  You can't even get out of this forest today, and you dare to talk so big? The black-clothed man in the lead let out a cold laugh, his slightly magnetic voice carrying a thread of chill that seemed to seep into one's bones, as if the surrounding air had dropped several degrees.

  The scorching sunlight poured down, refracting on Cheng Dahai's face, and at this moment he couldn't feel a hint of warmth, only a piercing coolness.

  The man in front of him was only as strong as himself, but the aura emanating from his body was so powerful that it even intimidated him. He was Chen Dahai, a ruthless and bloodthirsty general who had killed countless people on the battlefield, and the bloody aura and murderous intent emanating from his own body were enough to make others retreat in fear. However, the man in front of him, judging by his voice, seemed to be much younger, yet his aura was even stronger!

  Cheng Dahai was truly shocked, and furthermore, from the black-clad man in front of him, he faintly felt a sense of familiarity, yet couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

  "Hmph! Whether it's a big talk or not, you'll know if you try! Cheng Dahai let out a cold snort and suddenly moved his body, wanting to rush towards the carriage, but unfortunately, the six black-clothed men who trapped him in the formation were not only powerful, but also had strange and unpredictable movements, with ruthless tactics, every move was fatal. Under this fierce attack, Cheng Dahai felt that he could barely cope, being suppressed without any room for counterattack, and could only dodge continuously, where did he have time to rescue Cheng Fei?"

  In a rage, Cheng Dahai said to the group of foolish-looking young men beside him: What are you standing there for? Why don't you hurry up and intercept them?!

  Although all the young people were first-class spiritual masters, they usually stayed in the mansion and had never gone out to practice. They had not experienced such bloody battles, and at most, they had only sparred with their mentors. At this time, seeing such an array, they were already frightened pale.

  The young men were finally awakened by Cheng Da Hai's loud roar. Since they were close to the horse carriage, when they saw the gleaming sword blade approaching, they hastily pulled out their waist swords and tried to block it with force. However, none of the young men had any real combat experience and were no match for these black-clad men, so they quickly fell into defeat.

  However, several black-clad men did not pay attention to them and had no intention of killing them. Instead, they strode quickly, with the long swords in their hands thrusting towards the carriage.

  Cheng Fei was originally severely injured and lay motionless in the carriage, having just fallen asleep. However, he was suddenly awakened by a loud commotion outside. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a gleaming sword blade burst into his line of sight, slowly enlarging in his shocked gaze...

  Hiss!

  Scorching hot blood spurted out, dyeing the pale pink curtains of the carriage red, and a bloody smell wafted through the air.