Chapter 153 The Nightmare of the Northern Rong Soldiers

Chapter 153 The Nightmare of the Northern Rong Soldiers

At the entrance to the Valley of Broken Souls, the drumbeats subsided slightly.

Tuoba Xiao rode on the wolf's back, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the valley.

The roars and the sounds of sword energy striking the rock walls that came from inside seemed to gradually weaken.

"That madman is probably dying."

Tuoba Xiao's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Under the dual torment of toxic fumes and sound waves, even the strongest person would turn to water.

He waved his hand, pointing to a well-equipped, fierce-looking suicide squad beside him:

"go."

"Let's go in and take a look."

Tuoba Xiao took an empty wine pouch from his waist and tossed it to the centurion in charge.

“Cut off that piece of trash’s head, put it in this bag, and bring it back to me.”

"Yes, sir!"

Twenty elite Northern Rong warriors, wielding curved swords, grinned as they entered the valley entrance, which was already partially blocked by snow and rocks.

...

The valley was in complete disarray.

When the group of assassins stepped into the valley, the first thing they saw was not Pei Yunjing's exhausted body lying on the ground.

Instead, it was a figure of someone going mad.

Pei Yunjing stood in the middle of the snow, frantically swinging his sword at the air like a headless fly. His movements were chaotic, his steps were unsteady, and he almost tripped over himself several times.

"Hey, is this the God of War of Dasheng?"

Upon seeing this, the leading centurion couldn't help but sneer. The wariness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by greed and contempt.

"Look at him, what's the difference between him and a mad dog?"

"Brothers, we've struck gold!"

In their eyes, this was no Asura at all; it was clearly a piece of fatty meat placed on a chopping board, waiting for them to chop it up!

"Go! Chop him up!"

At the centurion's command, twenty assassins pounced on their prey like wolves, raising their scimitars and whistling as they charged toward the seemingly unsuspecting figure.

A murderous aura, a naked, blatant murderous aura directed at him.

This murderous aura was like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil.

Pei Yunjing, who was still fighting against the hallucination, suddenly stopped.

In his blood-red vision, the ethereal ghostly figures suddenly vanished. In their place appeared twenty real, tangible "red entities" radiating a nauseating malice.

That was a real enemy, a beast that wanted to tear him apart.

"roar……"

Pei Yunjing slowly turned around, and in his pure black pupils, the ferocious smiles of the assassins were reflected.

Just as the assassin at the forefront was about to strike him,

Pei Yunjing stretched out his free left hand, as fast as a black lightning bolt, ignoring the slashing curved blade, and grabbed the skull of the assassin!

"Crack!"

It's like crushing a ripe watermelon.

With a sickeningly sharp crack, the assassin didn't even have time to scream before his head exploded in Pei Yunjing's palm.

Red and white things splashed everywhere.

"What?!"

The smiles of the assassins behind them froze on their faces, before they could even stop.

Pei Yunjing had already rushed into the crowd.

At this moment, he was no longer a master swordsman, but a wild beast that killed on instinct.

"Tear—!"

He didn't even bother to swing his sword; instead, he grabbed the second man's shoulder with his hands and, with a burst of strength, tore the heavily armored man in two!

Blood sprayed out like a torrential rain, soaking his head and face.

"A ghost...he's a ghost!"

The remaining assassins finally felt fear, a tremor that came from the depths of their souls.

This isn't a human being.

This is nothing but a monster in human skin!

"Run! Run!"

Some people wanted to turn around and run away.

But how could Pei Yunjing let these "noise" makers get away with it?

"die……"

He let out a low roar, pouring all his rampaging true energy into the sword without reservation, and then slashed fiercely at the densest part of the crowd!

"BOOM—!!!"

The earth trembled, and snow avalanches flew.

A terrifying black sword aura, like a roaring black dragon, instantly devoured everything in front of it.

Those dozen or so assassins who hadn't had time to run far were as fragile as paper in the face of this earth-shattering power.

Their bodies instantly disintegrated in the sword energy, turning into countless flying pieces of flesh and blood.

In just a moment, twenty elite Northern Rong soldiers were wiped out, leaving not even a single intact body behind.

The ground was covered with bits of flesh and blood, and the ground was a bloody mess.

Pei Yunjing stood in the center of this bloody battlefield, his entire body soaked in blood, his long black hair sticking to the side of his face, dripping with blood.

He hung his head, looking at the minced meat at his feet, his handsome face still blank with emptiness.

He didn't know who he had killed, nor did he know why he had killed them.

All he knew was that... it seemed a little quieter around him.

"Is there anything else...?"

He held his sword, slowly turning his stiff neck, his dark, lifeless eyes scanning his surroundings as if searching for his next prey.

"Who else... wants to kill me?"