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Chapter 71: A Single Sword Through the Thirteen Riders!

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

Elder Chu had a significant role.

He was a White Demon, a member of the White Lotus Cult.

During this period, Elder Chu had been continuously influencing the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert, encouraging them to revolt.

With several hundred fierce bandits in the stronghold, if they sounded the call to arms, they could gather at least several thousand people.

When they launched an attack on Nanyang City, regardless of whether they could breach the city’s defenses or not, it would certainly create a significant disturbance.

For Elder Chu, as long as the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert raised their banner in rebellion, his mission would be considered accomplished.

“What an extraordinary person!”

“Having such terrifying power without achieving the Divine Power Realm, what a remarkable individual. Once they reach the Divine Power Realm, they will be formidable indeed.”

“However, encountering these thirteen oddities, they are ultimately bound to meet a tragic end. It’s a pity…”

Elder Chu shook his head.

However, these thoughts remained private. He naturally wouldn’t voice them aloud.

Several waves of martial artists, who had accepted the challenge of the “Righteous Heroes Scroll” one after another, had come to assassinate the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert.

Among them were pinnacle Internal Alchemy martial artists, yet they had all met their demise.

The outside world was rife with rumors that the White Lotus Cult had assisted the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert in killing those martial artists.

But the truth was?

Elder Chu was well aware that he was just a middleman.

Within the White Lotus Cult, he was expendable.

Coming to the Great Desert to deal with the Thirteen Riders was just a matter of doing some talking.

Besides his remarkable agility and skill in getting away, he was quite ordinary in other aspects.

Not to mention those several pinnacle Internal Alchemy martial artists. Even when they were defeated in the battle against the official army earlier, they didn’t have a significant connection with the White Lotus Cult. They were powerful in their own right.

The Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert had genuinely formidable martial skills, which were indeed at the Internal Alchemy level.

However, they possessed a terrifying battle formation, one that allowed them to charge through a sea of enemy soldiers. This formation was especially fearsome when they donned armor, making them virtually unstoppable and unparalleled, truly extraordinary!

“Armored formation!”

The Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert coldly commanded.

Immediately, many bandits came forward to help the Thirteen Riders put on armor.

By now, Lu Changsheng had successfully uprooted the towering tree. Even though he couldn’t embrace the entire tree trunk, with the assistance of the blood silk, he lifted the tree and flung it forcefully towards the distant stronghold gates.

Simultaneously, Lu Changsheng sprang into action. His legs propelled him upward, causing the ground to cave in beneath him as he soared through the air, trailing closely behind the tree trunk.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”

A multitude of arrows flew toward Lu Changsheng as he hid behind the tree trunk. No matter how numerous the arrows were, they couldn’t harm him in the slightest.

“Boom.”

Finally, the colossal tree crashed down, brutally smashing the stronghold’s fences.

In an instant, the barriers splintered into pieces, and some bandits, particularly the archers, were crushed into pulp by the enormous tree.

However, this was merely the beginning.

Lu Changsheng landed on the ground and transformed his blood into threads that quickly covered the tree. Subsequently, he vigorously swung the tree from left to right, as if sweeping a broom.

“Boom, rumble, rumble.”

The tree trunk howled as it whizzed past. Combined with Lu Changsheng’s blood’s explosive power, it resembled an overwhelming force, impossible to withstand.

The stronghold’s makeshift fences, akin to paper, were instantly destroyed and crumbled. Many archers howled in agony and fled in all directions. However, more were killed by the enormous tree.

In just a moment, the stronghold gates were no more.

Countless severed limbs and broken bodies lay on the ground, with injured bandits howling in pain. One strike, and the bandits were all terrified!

They could never have imagined that aside from Divine Power Realm martial artists, such a fierce person existed in the world.

Upon seeing that the archers had been routed, Lu Changsheng set the large tree down.

“Boom.”

The tree landed on the ground with a heavy crash, leaving behind a huge pit.

The thick blood silk that had covered the tree was now retracted into Lu Changsheng’s body.

Although Lu Changsheng’s blood regenerated rapidly, he had undoubtedly consumed a significant amount of blood when he “lifted” the tree. If he could avoid wastefulness, he would.

“Swoosh.”

Lu Changsheng jumped onto the tree trunk and headed toward the stronghold.

Seeing the current situation, Elder Chu, despite having confidence in the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert, discreetly retreated a few steps, concealing himself in an inconspicuous corner of the stronghold.

If anything went wrong, he would make a quick escape.

In battle, he might not be competent, but when it came to escaping, he was a professional!

At this moment, the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert mounted their horses.

Their horses were particularly special, all of them high-spirited and colossal, exuding great charging power.

The thirteen of them had also donned armor and prepared themselves for the impending confrontation.

Finally, when Lu Changsheng was only ten paces away from the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert, he came to a halt.

“Who goes there? Our brothers’ scimitars don’t spare the nameless!”

One of the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert inquired coldly.

“ZhuangThirteen of Nanyang!”

Lu Changsheng’s resounding voice spread throughout the stronghold.

He had thought it over. As a martial artist, he couldn’t escape the realm of jianghu, and in jianghu, one’s reputation mattered.

Although he didn’t want to reveal his identity, he couldn’t do without fame and recognition. So, he decided to use an alias, one that would spread throughout jianghu and establish his reputation!

The first step toward establishing his reputation would begin with the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert!

“Zhuang Thirteen of Nanyang?”

Elder Chu was slightly taken aback.

He had been hiding in Nanyang Prefecture and knew the area like the back of his hand. However, he had never heard of a Zhuang Thirteen.

Most likely, it was an alias!