Chapter 14: Frenzied Massacre, Attributes Soar
“Is everyone alright?”
Li Dao glanced back at the group.
If they wanted to retreat, he wouldn’t refuse. But if he had to leave, he was determined to strike first—he wasn’t going to come all this way for nothing.
Xu Hu remained silent, exuding an unnatural wildness.
The little madman seemed to understand as well; he tore the cloth from his mouth and snarled fiercely toward the camp.
“I’m an old hand—I’ve seen it all. These are just minor issues,” said the old ghost confidently, despite his earlier mistakes.
Finally, Shen San, seeing that the others had no objections, gritted his teeth and said, “Of course, I’m fine too.”
Li Dao nodded. “If there are no problems, then let’s move out.”
He drew the dark iron blade from his waist and charged straight into the camp.
“Roar!” Xu Hu let out a primal roar and followed immediately.
The little madman shouted wildly from Xu Hu’s shoulder.
The old ghost shook his head at the three rushing forward. “Young people are always so impetuous.”
He pulled some bottles from his pocket and poured their contents into a gourd. With a strange smile, he strode toward the camp.
Shen San bit his lip, watching the four disappear into the distance before following after them.
If these few died, he wouldn’t have a good outcome either—it was better to fight to the end.
...
“Who are you?”
Li Dao’s sudden appearance was quickly noticed, and the guards of the Third Prince of the Falling Clouds Tribe immediately demanded answers.
But all they received was a flash of the blade.
In an instant, three guards fell, their throats slit by the dark iron blade.
A familiar, comforting notification sounded in Li Dao’s ears.
[Enemy killed: Attribute gained: 0.18]
[Enemy killed: Attribute gained: 0.20]
[Enemy killed: Attribute gained: 0.21]
Seeing such generous rewards, a satisfied smile appeared on Li Dao’s face.
This scene was witnessed by nearby guards as well.
“Enemy here! Kill him!”
“I’ve got an enemy too! But he’s huge!”
“Ah, there’s a madman on my side!”
“What is this? I’m in agony!”
Meanwhile, Xu Hu and his group burst into the camp from other directions.
The already chaotic camp became even more uproarious.
At the same time.
Inside the main tent of the Falling Clouds Tribe leader.
“Jin Sheng, what’s going on outside? Why is it so noisy?”
The Third Prince of the Falling Clouds Tribe rose from his bed, rubbing his eyes, frowning.
Jin Sheng stepped forward, half-kneeling. “Your Highness, there are assassins attempting to kill you. The guards are fighting them off outside.”
“Assassination? Why would anyone want to kill me?”
The prince snapped awake, alarmed.
Jin Sheng’s expression darkened, thinking, Haven’t I told you this before? Yet you still question me.
But since this was the person he was sworn to protect, he said, “Perhaps someone wants to sabotage your negotiations with the Tamu Tribe.”
“There really are people trying to harm me.”
Anger and anxiety filled the prince’s eyes as he asked Jin Sheng nervously, “The assassins haven’t broken in, have they?”
Jin Sheng rose confidently. “Don’t worry, Your Highness. I observed that there are only five assassins—they can’t possibly get past three hundred guards and reach you, especially with me here.”
The prince relaxed slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Can I go out and see how the assassins die?”
Jin Sheng wanted to refuse, but then thought that if the prince saw his guards displaying such prowess, it would earn more trust. So he unexpectedly agreed.
“With me here, Your Highness can watch safely.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Your Highness, please.”
...
Inside the camp, Li Dao wielded the dark iron blade in one hand and the Gale Blade technique in the other, cutting through the guards with unmatched fury.
Wherever his blade swept, limbs were severed, and blood rained down.
The guards’ attacks were all blocked flawlessly by Li Dao’s keen insight.
Watching his attribute points climb steadily, he grew more exhilarated with every kill.
Elsewhere, the others were also slaughtering indiscriminately.
Standing two and a half meters tall, Xu Hu was like a walking tank among the guards. Without weapons, he fought with his fists, swinging wildly—yet no one could get close.
The little madman truly unleashed his madness, darting through the guards with nimble, erratic strikes.
He would often leap onto Xu Hu’s shoulder, baring his teeth or letting out feral cries.
It was less killing and more like a manic game.
The strangest was still the old ghost.
His earlier erratic moves made people unsure of his true skill.
But now, holding a gourd, he scattered poison everywhere.
Where the toxic fumes spread, guards inhaled and immediately their eyes turned bloodshot.
One by one, they seemed to fall into madness, biting friend and foe alike indiscriminately.
It truly confirmed the old ghost’s background—he never used poison to kill.
From what was seen, his poison didn’t kill directly; instead, it drove those affected to slaughter each other.
As for Shen San, he perfectly embodied the role of the team’s useless tagalong.
He ran around hiding, seemingly doing nothing.
The main tent’s curtain was lifted by Jin Sheng, who greeted warmly, “Your Highness, please watch. Your guards are fighting desperately to protect you.”
Suddenly, a figure flew in from a distance.
“Your Highness, watch out!”
Jin Sheng reacted swiftly, kicking at the figure.
But when the figure landed, he realized he had kicked one of his own men.
“Kill!”
A roar erupted.
Jin Sheng turned again to see a towering giant, face twisted with rage, charging wildly toward them.
It was the feral Xu Hu.
Bare-chested, muscles rippling, dozens of wounds crisscrossed his body.
His muscles were so formidable that these wounds were only superficial scratches.
His fists were bloodied and dripping.
At this moment, Xu Hu was less human and more like a mad tiger.
The little madman stood on Xu Hu’s shoulder, howling wildly, occasionally lunging at guards’ faces with claws and teeth.
“Ah!”
The Third Prince of Falling Clouds had just exited the tent and saw this scene.
Spoiled and coddled, he had never witnessed such chaos; his whole body trembled, and he felt a warm sensation spreading beneath him.
“Jin Sheng, hurry... stop them!”
Pointing at Xu Hu and the little madman, he urged frantically.
As a second-grade martial artist, Jin Sheng naturally noticed the prince’s condition. Though loyal, a trace of disdain flickered in his eyes.
Glancing at Xu Hu and the madman, he frowned. “Your Highness, I suggest letting the guards hold them off. There are still three other assassins. I should stay close to protect you.”
The prince ignored this, overwhelmed by shame and discomfort. His only thought was to kill those two disgraceful creatures nearby.
“I order you, by the authority of the Third Prince, to deal with those two.”
“Your Highness, but your safety—”
“Have the other guards protect me. You go handle those two bastards.”
“But—”
“Are you trying to defy orders?”
That single question silenced Jin Sheng. He knew he had no choice—he couldn’t bear the charge of insubordination.
He ordered a dozen guards around to “Protect the Third Prince.”
Then, without hesitation, Jin Sheng charged at Xu Hu and the little madman.
He wanted to use their lives to wash away the humiliation he felt and vent his frustration.
...
“Die!”
Jin Sheng struck first, throwing a heavy punch at Xu Hu.
Xu Hu sensed his strength and roared, swinging his massive fist back.
Boom!
The two fists collided with an earth-shaking sound, a shockwave kicking up dust from the ground.
Jin Sheng’s face changed as he felt the power, but he gritted his teeth. “Fall back!”
He unleashed his internal energy, pushing fiercely against the locked fists.
Xu Hu was forced back by this sudden surge.
His wild eyes flickered with surprise—he hadn’t expected such strength—but he quickly recovered.
Elsewhere, Jin Sheng was taken aback.
He realized his opponent hadn’t used a trace of internal energy, relying purely on brute strength, yet it still cost him eighty percent of his effort.
What kind of freak was this?
Perhaps sensing a worthy opponent, Xu Hu grinned, his smile fierce.
“Kill!”
He roared and charged at Jin Sheng.
Jin Sheng snapped back to focus and drew his long blade.
He had realized his opponent was not human but a beast—a fierce tiger.
If a normal person possessed such brute force, he might be cautious. But a beast? He was unafraid.
After all, there was always a gap between man and beast.
...
Li Dao’s mastery of the Gale Blade technique grew more adept as he slaughtered countless guards, leaving a trail of corpses behind.
At last, the remaining guards dared only to encircle him, none daring to rush in, afraid of suffering the same fate.
Seizing the moment, Li Dao glanced at his status panel.
[Owner: Li Dao]
[Physique: 9.38]
[Available Attributes: 8.69]
Though he had guessed as much, seeing the actual available attribute points surprised him.
The available attributes were nearly equal to his own physique, meaning his physique could almost double after allocation.
An uncontrollable excitement stirred within him, a slight upward curl at the corners of his mouth.
The surrounding guards shuddered in fear, thinking this killing maniac was about to turn on them again.
Some even began to retreat.
They had already lost forty or fifty men in the siege—one-sixth of their total guard force.
Yet they had failed to inflict even the slightest scratch on him.
What was worse, after all this fighting and constant movement, they were exhausted, yet this man before them had not taken a single breath of fatigue.
Though human in appearance, he was like a tireless monster.
Facing such an enemy, hope was nowhere in sight—it was no wonder they were collapsing.
“Die!”
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from a distance, booming and clear.
Then came a tremendous commotion nearby.
“Who’s there?”
Li Dao instinctively turned toward the source of the noise.
Such a loud disturbance meant a formidable expert was at work.
The voice was unfamiliar, so it was likely one of the guards possessed undisclosed prowess.
In other words, someone among them was engaging this hidden expert.
With that thought, Li Dao scanned the guards around him, flicked the blood from his dark iron blade, and walked toward the noise.
Seeing this, the guards blocking his path quickly scattered, fearful of becoming this monster’s next victim.
Though Li Dao felt some pity for his comrades, he was not cruel enough to abandon them.
Although this was a temporary team of eccentric allies, as their leader, he was responsible for bringing them back alive.
Especially now, when he believed he had the strength to handle the situation.