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Chapter 340: Coming to the Rescue
🕑 Added 2024-09-26 05:24:53 +0000 UTCAt this moment, the scarred man had already poured all his soul power into his attack. His veins bulged, and he gripped his weapon with all his might, using every ounce of strength he had. However, the white-robed young man holding the blade didn't budge an inch.
The scarred man's attempt to slice through the young man's fingers was proving just as impossible.
"Put some effort into it!" The white-robed young man observed the scarred man's reddening face and calmly said, "You're a big guy, yet your strength doesn't even compare to my fiancée's. That's just sad."
As the young man's words fell, he suddenly exerted force with his right hand, shattering the scarred man's weapon with a single squeeze!
The broken weapon instantly deactivated its soul-bound state. Shattered fragments of the weapon fell to the ground, just as the scarred man's hopes crumbled within him.
The scarred man, who had been prepared to flee, was now frozen in fear. He stared at the white-robed young man in disbelief, his mind completely blank.
The young man hadn't even used any soul power. He had effortlessly gripped the scarred man's weapon with his bare hand, and despite the scarred man's best efforts, he hadn't been able to move it at all.
What terrified the scarred man even more was that this young man had crushed his fully armed weapon with his bare hand!
What kind of person could have hands like that?
"Spare me! I'll trade information for my life!" The scarred man immediately fell to his knees before the young man, begging for mercy.
He knew all too well that the young man could easily end his life with just a flick of his wrist. If he didn't find a way to save himself, he was surely doomed.
Seeing the scarred man's plea, the young man displayed an amused expression. He looked at the scarred man and said, "Alright, let's hear it."
As soon as the young man spoke, the scarred man spilled everything he knew. He revealed the location of his squad's camp, the other nearby Qin Dynasty units' positions, and even detailed the defensive arrangements within the Shùnshuǐ Province.
"You may be at the Life and Death Realm, but in the Qin Dynasty's army, you're not exactly an officer, right? How do you know so much?" The white-robed young man questioned the validity of the information, his tone skeptical.
In response, the scarred man quickly swore a heart demon oath, guaranteeing the accuracy of his information.
After making his vow, the scarred man added with a fawning smile, "My brother-in-law is the commanding officer in this part of Shùnshuǐ Province, so that's how I know these things."
Hearing this, the young man nodded in understanding and extended a hand to help the scarred man to his feet.
"Thank you. May I leave now?" The scarred man asked eagerly, his heart racing with excitement as he was lifted to his feet. He dared not show his relief, maintaining a subservient expression as he bowed and scraped.
"Betraying your own empire is disloyal. Selling out your comrades is dishonorable. And during a war, you still think of defiling others? That's despicable," the young man said as he patted the scarred man's shoulder. His expression turned icy cold. "There's no place in this world for someone as vile as you."
With that, the young man suddenly punched the scarred man in the abdomen.
"Ugh!" The scarred man doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach as he was sent flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the white-robed young man vanished from sight. As the scarred man flew through the air, the young man reappeared behind him.
"Hmph!" The young man snorted coldly and kicked the scarred man, sending him crashing face-first into the ground at the feet of the male disciple from the Triple Extremes Temple.
The male disciple recoiled in shock, stumbling back a few steps, bewildered by the young man's actions.
"His cultivation is destroyed, his tendons shattered—he's completely powerless now," the white-robed young man explained, pointing at the scarred man lying on the ground. "You can finish him off yourself, to settle the score."
The male disciple hesitated for a moment, then glared down at the scarred man, his eyes burning with fury. Summoning the last of his soul power, he formed a long spear in his hands.
"Die, you beast!" The male disciple roared, venting all his pent-up rage as he thrust the spear into the scarred man's heart, pinning him to the ground.
With the scarred man dead, the male disciple helped his junior sister to her feet. Together, they approached the young man and knelt before him.
"Thank you for saving our lives, brother. Zhao Zhili is forever in your debt!"
"Yú Wǎnyù thanks you as well, elder brother. We are eternally grateful." The female disciple's gratitude surpassed even her companion's, as she couldn't imagine what might have happened if he hadn't intervened.
The white-robed young man, who was none other than Lin Qian, looked at the two disciples and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
Of course, Lin Qian had come to the front lines himself. Staying behind in Línhǎi Province would have rendered his Imperial Presence and Emperor's Might ineffective, limiting his ability to enhance the Hua Xia Army's strength.
Curious about the situation at the border, he had decided to observe the skirmishes firsthand. By chance, he had stumbled upon this scene.
He had chosen not to intervene immediately, instead observing Zhao Zhili and Yú Wǎnyù as they faced death with unwavering resolve, refusing to abandon each other. He had also watched the scarred man's despicable behavior.
The man had risked everything to protect the woman he loved, and she had refused to leave his side. Their actions moved Lin Qian, prompting him to step in just as the scarred man was about to strike Zhao Zhili down.
"By the way, may I ask for your name, brother?" Zhao Zhili asked after standing up, bowing respectfully.
Lin Qian chuckled, "I'm only twenty-two. No need to call me 'brother.' My name is Qián Lín, but you can just call me Little Lin. I simply couldn't stand by and do nothing, so there's no need for thanks."
"Twenty-two?" Zhao Zhili's eyes widened in amazement. "That's incredible! Your talent must rival that of our sect's top genius, Senior Brother Fang Ziqián!"
"Fang Ziqián?" Lin Qian's expression shifted slightly at the mention of the name.
"Do you know Senior Brother Fang?" Yú Wǎnyù asked curiously, noticing his reaction.
Zhao Zhili quickly tugged at Yú Wǎnyù's sleeve, chiding her, "He said to call him Little Lin, and you actually did?"
"It's fine. I've heard of Fang Ziqián, but I don't know him personally," Lin Qian replied with a wave of his hand.
"Ah, I see," Zhao Zhili and Yú Wǎnyù nodded in understanding, unaware of the amused smile playing on Lin Qian's lips.
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