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Chen Zongbiao's cavalry was nearing the bridge at Chenqiao. From a distance, he could already see Gan Yuan and the others standing at the bridge, along with a small boat drifting on the water.
Chen Zongbiao had no intention of stopping Dong Lai. He had only one thought in mind: to rush past the bridge and throw the package to the people waiting there. He couldn't deny that they were all cultivators, and if he didn't act quickly, those behind him would rush forward to seize it.
As he calculated the distance in his mind, he realized they were about a hundred meters away. Faster, he thought, urging his horse to go even quicker. Just then, a flash of cold light caught his eye.
Someone was attacking. A sharp blade sliced through the air in front of Chen Zongbiao. With no choice, he pulled on the reins, and his chestnut horse let out a loud neigh as it came to a halt.
He found himself blocked by a figure dressed in a night cloak, their face obscured. The assailant wielded an ordinary long weapon that could be bought at any blacksmith's shop. Behind him, the sounds of battle erupted as his companions engaged with others.
Chen Zongbiao reached for the Great Hammer strapped to his saddle and shouted, "Go!"
Three disciples followed closely behind him, charging forward without regard for the cloaked figure, as if intent on trampling him underfoot.
The cloaked figure fixed their gaze on Chen Zongbiao, showing no signs of retreat. Slowly, they shifted their stance, leaning into an attack just as Chen Zongbiao's horse galloped past. In that instant, the cloaked figure leaped into the air, rising above the horse's back and swinging their weapon down toward Chen Zongbiao.
With a swift motion, Chen Zongbiao swung his Great Hammer. The left side of the hammer intercepted the cloaked figure's strike while his right arm swung down to smash toward them. Though powerful, the hammer lacked agility; the cloaked figure twisted mid-air, using their left foot to push off the horse's back and evade Chen Zongbiao's blow.
Not bothering with the cloaked figure after missing his strike, Chen Zongbiao urged his horse forward again. The cavalry was now just eighty meters from the bridge; he felt hopeful and shouted to his disciples to be careful.
The three disciples who charged alongside him managed to fend off the cloaked figure’s attacks. But when Chen Zongbiao turned back to look, what he saw made his eyes widen in shock as he shouted:
"No!"
The cloaked figure had countered their attacks and was now at the rear cart attached to his horse. The cart was secured with three thick ropes, but one had already been severed by the cloaked figure, and they were now attempting to cut through a second one.
A sharp arrow whizzed past the black-clad figure's ear, knocking off the mask that concealed their face and revealing their true identity. From behind, someone shouted, "Zhao Yourong!"
It was the deputy of the East Tang Wind and Thunder Pavilion.
What was this Thunderstorm Pavilion? He had never heard of it before.
The Thunderstorm Pavilion was a force within the Yuxiao Sect's World of Mortals. The Yuxiao Sect represented Daoist Orthodoxy in Qingdao within the World of Mortals. He had no idea what the Thunderstorm Pavilion was doing there; he should just hurry home.
Chen Zongbiao couldn't afford to think too much. He knew that although everyone involved was hiding their identities, they were all powerful forces rarely seen in action, capable of stirring up significant turmoil. Cigarette Paper wasn't going to back down either; they were all vying for that thing. Even though Gu Ping had warned him about the dangers of this mission before they set out, he had somewhat underestimated the risks involved.
The people behind him kept firing arrows at Zhao Yourong. Chen Zongbiao leaped onto his horse, then turned around and made a powerful jump toward the carriage, aiming directly at Zhao Yourong.
Zhao Yourong was inside the carriage, where he quickly severed a rope. Chen Zongbiao didn’t give Zhao Yourong another chance to cut that initial rope; his thunderous assault left Zhao Yourong with no room to maneuver.
As Zhao Yourong dodged left and right, he realized he hadn’t cut that first rope. Chen Zongbiao struck him squarely in the chest with a hammer, sending him flying out of the carriage. While Chen Zongbiao swung his hammer to fend off the cold arrows shooting toward him, he glanced back at the chaotic battle behind.
Members of Dongtang’s special operations team dressed in fine rain attire clashed with guards from Former Qin clad in Tiger Roars in the Mountains uniforms. Those holding slender willows from Spring Breeze Tower were also engaged in combat, while masked figures fought fiercely, making it hard to recognize anyone at a glance.
Without Abyssal Guards around, this was good news for Chen Zongbiao. He didn’t return to his horse but stood directly by the carriage, ready to confront those rushing forward to seize the prize.
Arrows flew through the air, whistling past Chen Zongbiao's ears as he focused intently. He could clearly see each arrow's trajectory and anticipate where they would land, knowing which ones needed to be blocked and which ones did not.
He knew that as long as the horse was there, he could reach it. A sense of relief washed over him. If no one else intervened, the cavalry would soon be within reach. Chen Zongbiao wanted to turn back and see how far they had come, but his cautious nature held him back. He remained steadfast in the carriage, preparing to face the initial challenge.
Suddenly, someone approached. Chen Zongbiao heard the sharp crack of a whip slicing through the air behind him. He turned to look and saw a woman wielding a whip, already entangled with his three disciples. Chen Zongbiao shouted, "Charge! Don't worry about her, push forward!"
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