Seeing this, Bao Xiruo had already fainted from crying on Wan Yan Honglie's horse.
Wan Yan Kang flipped onto his horse, but kept his head down, not daring to look at where the arrows were falling; he secretly glanced at Yang Tiexin out of the corner of his eye, his hands clutching the reins trembling slightly, his face pale.
The whooshing sound of the arrows clearly reached Huang Rong's ears; at this moment, even if she wanted to use her lightness skill to escape, it was too late, so she could only close her eyes, her hands still clutching Chu Yang's clothes tightly.
Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing likewise showed despair, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Yang Tiexin gazed at Bao Xiruo with deep affection one last time.
Everyone thought Chu Yang and the others would die.
At the critical moment, Wan Yan Honglie suddenly saw Chu Yang press his palms together and lightly clap, and instantly, some thick trees and vines shot up from the ground.
These trees formed a solid defensive barrier, successfully blocking all the arrows that rained down like a curtain.
Everyone was unharmed.
After a brief moment of daze, the expressions on Yang Tiexin's and the other two's faces changed from despair to ecstasy!
At the same time, Wan Yan Honglie and nearly ten thousand elite Jin soldiers were left with nothing but the same look of extreme terror!
Wan Yan Honglie shouted, "This isn't martial arts, this is sorcery! This person... is a demon!"
Wan Yan Kang was so scared that his liver and guts nearly split, falling headfirst from his horse and crashing heavily onto the ground.
Ouyang Ke's face was bloodless, and his legs felt weak; he no longer had any thought of asking his uncle Ouyang Feng to help him get even.
Get even for what?!
He just wanted to run away now and never encounter Chu Yang again in this life!
Unknown fear is the most severe, especially when such a miraculous ability is displayed before ancient people; this is an almost devastating blow to their psychological state.
Most of the Jin soldiers instantly lost their will to fight, subconsciously retreating backward, their gazes toward Chu Yang filled with awe.
Whether the scholar in front of them was a demon or an immortal, in short, he was not a mortal.
Since he was not a mortal, how could we, mere flesh and blood, win?
This was the true thought of most Jin soldiers at this moment.
Chu Yang glanced at Huang Rong, who was holding him with all her might, and couldn't help but tease, "Wake up, open your eyes, we've arrived in the Underworld!"
Hearing the word Underworld, Huang Rong turned pale with fright, quickly opened her eyes, and looked at Chu Yang, asking, "We arrived so quickly? Why didn't I feel anything at all?"
Chu Yang asked strangely, "What kind of feeling do you want? Ten thousand arrows piercing your heart before you die?"
Hearing the four words 'ten thousand arrows piercing heart,' Huang Rong's scalp tingled.
She suddenly felt as if her body had been pierced by countless thumb-sized holes from arrows.
She pouted her small mouth, tears dripping down, "I'm only 15 years old, and there are so many fun, delicious, and beautiful things I haven't had a chance to try yet."
Chu Yang stroked her head, comforting her, "It's okay, just be careful in your next life."
Huang Rong could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
Chu Yang couldn't stop smiling.
"Huang Guniang, Chu Yang is just joking with you, we're all still alive."
Guo Jing foolishly came over to explain.
"Ah?"
Huang Rong stopped, looked around, and then realized she had been tricked by Chu Yang; she had been too nervous just now and had fallen for it inadvertently.
Huang Rong, who prided herself on being clever, never thought she would one day be fooled by such a clumsy trick.
She immediately glared at Chu Yang in annoyance.
Chu Yang didn't want to incur her wrath, so he turned around first and then slowly walked towards Wan Yan Honglie.
With every step he took, the army in front of him simultaneously retreated a step.
Wan Yan Honglie knew that retreating further was not an option, so he could only brace himself and say, "Mr. Chu, the conflict between you and me is all due to your confidante, but she was not tied up and brought into my mansion by me; there is a clear cause and effect, why must you press me so hard?"
Ouyang Ke cursed inwardly; Wan Yan Honglie's words clearly meant to exclude him and make him take the blame.
So, he leaped up without hesitation, using his lightness skill to dash along the rooftops.
"Chu Yang, catch him, I still have his poison in me!"
Huang Rong forgot about being angry and anxiously reminded Chu Yang.
If it were just ordinary poison, Huang Rong could have dispelled it herself, but Ouyang Ke used a poison meticulously concocted by Ouyang Feng, the West Poison, and only he had the antidote.
Hearing this, Chu Yang also flew up.
Ouyang Ke's lightness skill was exquisite, directly taught by Ouyang Feng, and Wan Yan Honglie had witnessed it and praised it endlessly.
But compared to Chu Yang, he was as slow as a leisurely hot air balloon.
Chu Yang whizzed past Ouyang Ke like a fighter jet with the throttle wide open.
"What was that thing that just flew by?"
Ouyang Ke looked bewildered.
Before he could react, he was kicked back down from the rooftop by Chu Yang; when he landed, everyone around heard the distinct sound of bones cracking from his body.
The severe pain from his waist almost made Ouyang Ke faint.
Gradually, his lower body became numb.
Huang Rong walked over and scolded, "Ouyang Ke, hand over the antidote!"
Ouyang Ke dared not delay, quickly pulled out a bottle of pills from his Kabuto, and handed it to Huang Rong.
Huang Rong took the pills, but who knew that the next second, she aimed a fierce kick at Ouyang Ke's waist.
"I said I'd give you a kick!"
89. Chapter 89: Invading Soul Society
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Huang Rong's kick landed precisely on Ouyang Ke's injured spot; with injury added to injury, Ouyang Ke let out a painful cry and then fell completely silent.
He had fainted.
Chu Yang estimated that even if he wasn't paralyzed, he would be bedridden for at least one or two years.
Guo Jing, seeing Ouyang Ke's plight, felt a bit of pity and couldn't help but say to Huang Rong, "Huang Guniang, your actions are perhaps too ruthless."
"Ruthless?" Huang Rong said with an ill expression, "If I didn't have a treasure protecting me, who knows what fate would have awaited me in his hands?"
"And you, what kind of thing are you, daring to lecture me?"
Guo Jing's face turned red from being rebuked, but he was slow-witted and couldn't think of anything to refute, so he could only turn away and sulk alone.
Ouyang Ke's defeat meant that all five of the top experts Wan Yan Honglie once prided himself on had been completely vanquished; without experts, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety.
Chu Yang stood on the rooftop, looking down and asking, "Wan Yan Honglie, are you still not planning to hand them over?"
Wan Yan Honglie said indignantly, "I have no past grievances or recent animosity with Your Excellency, why must you insist on breaking up my family today and forcing this prince onto a path of no return?"
Chu Yang sneered, mocking, "You have the nerve to say 'breaking up'?"
"Eighteen years ago, you were pursued by Qiu Chuji and stumbled into Ox Village, where you were saved by Bao Xiruo, allowing you to preserve your life. However, instead of repaying her kindness, you lusted after Bao Xiruo."
"To obtain Bao Xiruo, you bribed the Southern Song general Duan Tiande to lead troops to pursue and kill the Guo and Yang families, causing others to lose their homes and families, their wives and children scattered. You then seized the opportunity to stage a heroic rescue, deceiving Bao Xiruo, and now you have the audacity to say I'm breaking up your family."
"Which of the wife and child are yours?"
Facing Chu Yang's questioning, Wan Yan Honglie was flustered and at a loss; he didn't know why this secret, buried for eighteen years, was known by this person in front of him?
Could he really be an immortal?
Bao Xiruo, on the horse, suddenly struggled upon hearing this, glaring at Wan Yan Honglie and angrily asking, "Is what he said true?"
Wan Yan Honglie was speechless.
Wan Yan Kang also looked up at Wan Yan Honglie, his expression blank.
This news was even more shocking than before.
His royal father, who had raised him for eighteen years, was actually the culprit who caused his biological parents' family to be ruined and scattered; how could he accept that?
Such a truth was simply suffocating.
Even though Chu Yang had disliked him so much before, he couldn't help but feel sympathy at this moment.
Upon learning the truth, Yang Tiexin was consumed by rage, his blood boiling, triggering an old ailment, forcing him to press his chest, but he still endured the pain and cursed at Wan Yan Honglie, "You dog villain!"
Huang Rong was like a spectator, looking left and right, taking in the expressions of the parties involved, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Guo Jing, upon learning that Wan Yan Honglie was his father's killer, his eyes turned red, and he was about to fight the other party to the death, but he was pulled back by Yang Tiexin.
Chu Yang was already a bit impatient, and he lowered his head and said, "Wan Yan Honglie, third time's the charm. I've already asked you twice; if I ask a third time, I might have to take action."
Wan Yan Honglie immediately fell into a fierce internal struggle; on one side were his wife and child, and on the other side were his own life and the lives of nearly ten thousand Jin soldiers.
He no longer doubted Chu Yang's ability to kill them all.
Wan Yan Honglie was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that these Jin soldiers would be buried with him; nearly ten thousand troops were of great significance to Yanjing City, and losing them would leave Yanjing City's defenses vulnerable.
Liao and Southern Song were both eyeing Jin with covetous gazes and would not miss any opportunity; if anything went wrong with Yanjing City, the entire Jin would become precarious in an instant.
Wan Yan Honglie had no choice but to suppress his heartache and order Bao Xiruo and Wan Yan Kang to be released.
Under Chu Yang's gaze, the army slowly retreated.
Wan Yan Honglie looked back three times in the military formation, his eyes full of reluctance.
Wan Yan Kang was like a walking corpse, being dragged forward by Bao Xiruo; he could not empathize with Bao Xiruo's joy at this moment.
The Yang Tiexin family finally reunited, embracing each other and weeping bitterly.
Guo Jing, seeing this, suddenly remembered his own father and couldn't help but get teary-eyed.
"Little brother, Yang must still thank you; we were merely strangers, yet you were willing to help me. I will always remember this kindness."
Yang Tiexin looked at Guo Jing and thanked him sincerely.