Volume 4, Chapter 234 – I’ll Shove That Big Blade Down Your Throat

Xia Wei hacked down an opponent, and her confidence instantly skyrocketed. She brandished her greatsword, slashing left and right, cutting down the bandits who dared block her path like she was chopping melons and vegetables, reducing them to limbless torsos.

“Pathetic trash like you even dare to rob people? Your success rate is lower than me achieving ‘Shattering the Void’! Seems my goals were set too low.”

Xia Wei kicked them while they were down, coldly mocking the poor wretches. It was clear she had been bottling up a lot of resentment.

“Shattering the Void is too low a goal? What else do you want to shatter?”

Qi Huang was both amused and exasperated, thinking to herself, If it weren’t for this young master’s help, you wouldn’t be ‘shattering the void’—more like shattering your Dao Heart!

Meanwhile, Jin Biao was just as ferocious. His great blade swept in wide arcs, its edge flashing lethally, anyone grazed by it was either maimed or killed outright.

As the saying goes, “The sword favors lightness and agility, the blade favors weight and force.” Zhao Zheng was already at a disadvantage in terms of strength, and his weapon was inferior, so he didn’t dare clash head-on. Instead, he circled Jin Biao at high speed, carefully dodging the blade’s arcs while looking for openings to strike.

“If running away could solve everything, why even walk upright? Crawling on all fours like a dog would make you faster!”

Jin Biao took a moment to sneer between swings.

Zhao Zheng wasn’t provoked. His feet moved methodically, dodging while his sword slashed repeatedly at the ground. Soon, dust and debris flew everywhere. With no wind to disperse it, thick clouds of ash quickly filled the air, turning the already dark night into pitch-black obscurity.

“Go! I’ll hold him off!”

Zhao Zheng shouted before vanishing into the dust, swiftly closing in on Jin Biao.

“Let’s go! There’s no way I can take him.”

Xia Wei bit her lip, but in the end, reason prevailed. She wasn’t delusional enough to think that just because she had taken down a few lackeys, she could match the captain.

“What’s there to fear? You’ve already killed over a dozen! One more shouldn’t be a problem. I believe in you!”

Qi Huang cheered her on.

“Oh, so now you’re setting me up? If I could beat him, I’d be the captain instead of this muscle-head!”

Xia Wei didn’t let the adrenaline cloud her judgment. She still chose to flee.

“Ugh, seriously? You’re this cowardly after taking down so many? Fine, if you won’t do it, then this young master, uh, young lady, no, young master will handle it myself!”

Qi Huang sighed inwardly. She had wanted to keep a low profile, but why did circumstances never allow it?

“Quit dawdling! Run!”

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Xia Wei was frantic, dragging Qi Huang along. But the next moment, her expression turned odd—the “little pervert’s” hand was softer and more delicate than any girl’s she had ever touched, boneless as if made of jelly.

“Is this really a man’s hand?”

A sliver of doubt crept into her mind.

Meanwhile, Qi Huang had no choice but to let herself be dragged along like a puppet.

“Forget it! You go! I have to stay and help him.”

After only a few steps, Xia Wei suddenly stopped, biting her lip. She couldn’t bring herself to abandon a comrade in good conscience.

“She’s actually a good woman!”

Qi Huang was impressed. She tightened her grip on Xia Wei’s slender hand, no way was she letting such a beauty throw her life away.

“What are you doing?!”

Xia Wei struggled fiercely.

“If you go help him, what about me?”

Qi Huang pretended to be scared.

“Are you insane? First, you egg me on, now you backtrack? Are you a woman or something, flipping moods this fast?!”

Xia Wei snapped. She wanted to wrench free but hesitated, afraid of hurting her “helpless” employer.

“How did you know I’m a woman?!”

Qi Huang gasped in exaggerated shock.

“In your dreams! Try again next life, you damn pervert!”

Xia Wei spat.

“Who says I have to wait for the next life? Can’t I switch mid-journey?”

Qi Huang couldn’t resist teasing.

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“…”

Xia Wei was speechless.

“Clown.”

Meanwhile, Jin Biao snorted. He closed his eyes, listening intently. A moment later, he suddenly swung his forty-foot blade like a fan toward a certain direction.

Yes, a fan, he was using his greatsword as an oversized leaf blower.

Whoosh!

The force behind Jin Biao’s swing was terrifying. The blade tore through the air, kicking up a gale that swept forward like a storm.

“Huuu—”

The wind instantly dispersed the dust clouds. Where it passed, plants and trees, big and small, were uprooted, sent flying like autumn leaves.

In the midst of the gale, Zhao Zheng desperately stabbed his sword into the ground, struggling to stay upright. The wind was so strong it distorted his facial muscles.

“Die, you pest!”

Jin Biao roared, lunging forward. His blade descended faster than the wind itself, aiming to cleave Zhao Zheng in half.

With no room to dodge, Zhao Zheng yanked his sword free and rolled backward, letting the wind carry him away.

BOOM!

Jin Biao’s blade struck the earth like a meteor, blasting apart rocks and soil. Without pause, he swung again, hurling the shattered debris forward like shrapnel.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless stone fragments shot toward Zhao Zheng like arrows, screeching as they cut through the air.

Zhao Zheng barely steadied himself, raising his sword to block. Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks erupted with each impact, lighting up the forest brighter than daylight.

Every strike forced him back a step, his footing growing unsteady.

Jin Biao charged like a raging bull, each step cracking the ground. Without hesitation, he swung again.

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Zhao Zheng, already off-balance, could only raise his sword weakly. The relentless assault gave him no chance to recover.

Screech—!

Metal screamed as the blades met. Zhao Zheng’s sword was sent flying, leaving him wide open.

“It’s over!”

Jin Biao bellowed, twisting his wrist to deliver a crushing punch straight to Zhao Zheng’s chest.

“I’m done for!”

Zhao Zheng’s mind went blank. He knew Jin Biao’s strength, if that punch landed, at least seven or eight ribs would snap, and half his organs would be pulp.

“Zhao Zheng!”

Xia Wei screamed in horror, powerless to intervene.

“How boring.”

In stark contrast, Qi Huang yawned. A wisp of her Divine Sense slithered out like a serpent, coiling around Jin Biao’s arm before giving it a gentle tug.

Gentle—because if she wasn’t careful, she might rip his arm clean off.

Thud.

Jin Biao’s fist struck Zhao Zheng’s chest, but at the last moment, an immense resistance met his knuckles, as if he’d punched deep water. Eighty percent of his force simply vanished.

Even so, the unprepared Zhao Zheng was still sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing into the dense undergrowth.

“Was that… an illusion?”

Jin Biao frowned, examining his fist. He could’ve sworn something had blocked him, but now he wasn’t sure.

“Whatever. Priorities first.”

He glanced at where Zhao Zheng had landed, then turned toward Qi Huang and Xia Wei.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zheng lay sprawled in the bushes, dazed from the impact. Yet, strangely, his chest didn’t hurt at all.

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“Weird… Did I go numb from the pain?”

His groggy mind struggled to make sense of it.

Back at the scene, the remaining guards, seeing Zhao Zheng defeated, lost all courage. Some even dropped their weapons and fled.

“Useless trash! Can’t even handle a woman!”

Jin Biao spat in disgust as he passed his fallen men.

“Now. Tell me where the cat’s tears came from.”

He loomed over Qi Huang, raising his blade threateningly.

“You first. Answer my questions, are you acting alone, or taking orders?”

Qi Huang fired back, unflinching.

“You’ve got a death wish! You think keeping your mouth shut will save you?”

Jin Biao took two steps forward, pressing the blade against Qi Huang’s face.

“Don’t you dare!”

Xia Wei shielded her again.

“I’m warning you, stop pointing that damn blade at my face. Unless you want me to shove it down your throat!”

Qi Huang had finally had enough. Ever since becoming a girl, she’d developed a visceral hatred for men waving long, threatening objects, they made her feel unsafe.

“Oh? I’d love to see you try!”

Jin Biao threw his head back and laughed.

“Wow. Someone actually asked for that?”

Qi Huang grinned.