Chapter 181 - 117: Desperate Mandarin Ducks! Slaughter Heisha Again!_3

At this moment.

An unexpected turn of events erupted.

A faint, piercing sound of an arrow cutting through the air rang out. Leng Yun’s body tensed instantly, just in time to see a heavy black arrow emerging from the forest.

"Ugh..."

A nearby gang member was immediately pierced through the throat.

The arrow was terrifyingly powerful, like a meteoric bolt slicing through clouds. After puncturing one throat, it embedded itself into the chest of another gang member.

One arrow, double kill!

Screams of misery echoed one after another. All the Black Sand Gang members shuddered in fright at the sudden twist of fate. In the blink of an eye, two comrades had fallen. The devastating power of the dark arrow and the sharpshooter’s extraordinary skill sent chills down their spines!

"Who is it?!"

Leng Yun roared, his voice trembling with anger as everyone’s eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings.

Another arrow shot out from a distant angle, moving at a blinding speed. A robust silhouette flickered and vanished before anyone could get a clear look. All they saw was the figure pulling a bow from an inconceivable position behind them—then yet another gang member collapsed, lifeless.

Hope flickered in Helian Tie Lan’s deadened eyes.

Cradling a head in her arms, she broke out of the encirclement, her gaze falling onto the quivering arrow. Her heart trembled violently.

That arrow... she recognized it. She had crafted it herself.

A shiver of recognition coursed through her mind as she pieced together the identity of the newcomer. A spark of hope ignited within her chest.

If the one who came was truly the person she suspected, then there might really be hope for survival. The name "Butcher" was already a whispered legend before her capture, his strength no weaker than Leng Yun’s.

"Attack! Kill him for me!"

Leng Yun’s eyes burned with furious light. Having three of his subordinates killed right in front of him shattered all restraints. His pent-up frustration and suppressed rage erupted in full force.

With a nimble step, he kicked off the tree’s surface, soaring like a swift swallow. His movement was light and agile, and he hurtled toward Gu Sheng with astonishing speed. If he didn’t engage and disrupt Gu Sheng’s assault, his men would be slaughtered cleanly in no time.

A glint of astonishment crossed Gu Sheng’s eyes.

They said the Wind Hall Master was a master of movement techniques. Seeing it in person today, it lived up to its reputation—his technique had certainly reached the Great Achievement Realm.

However, Gu Sheng’s Flying Thunder Leg was Perfect. His bursts of speed were overwhelming, and his cultivation had reached the Perfect stage of the Blood Refining Realm. Even with a bow in hand, Leng Yun was nowhere near his match.

Whizz!

A sharp arrow, black as a streak of lightning, shot through the air. It pierced one gang member’s throat and burrowed into the eye socket of another.

Leng Yun seethed with rage. This man treated him like he didn’t even exist.

His blood energy surged skyward like a smoke signal. The muscles in his legs clenched and sprang taut, launching him across several zhang in an instant. At some point, a curved blade had appeared in his hand, gleaming with cold, menacing light. With a flick and a push of his wrist, the blade was sent spiraling toward Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng remained unshaken, his heart as calm as a still well.

His legs blurred with thunderous speed, darting in precise intervals to evade the spinning curved blade by a hair’s breadth. The blade sliced through branches effortlessly, its edge razor-sharp. Gu Sheng’s face twisted with a feral grin, relishing the taunt as he casually readied his bow.

Buzz!

The bowstring thrummed, and two more gang members fell dead.

Leng Yun’s eyes bulged with fury, and for the first time, he got a clear look at Gu Sheng. His figure towered like a mountain, his muscles bulging as though forged from iron—he was a walking instrument of destruction.

"He’s... the Butcher! It’s the Butcher!"

Leng Yun’s heart trembled violently.

He immediately recognized Gu Sheng’s identity.

Back when Gu Sheng had massacred Han Lu’s party, the Black Sand Gang had conducted a thorough search for traces of the Butcher. Yet they turned up nothing and eventually let the matter drop. To think they’d encounter him here tonight.

"Butcher! Are you truly determined to wage a life-or-death war against my Black Sand Gang?!"

Leng Yun’s voice roared with anger.

In the distance, Helian Tie Lan’s heart thudded violently. It was confirmed—her guess had been right. The one who came was indeed the Butcher who once commissioned her to forge a mighty axe. Her gaze turned complicated. She never expected the infamous Butcher to be the one to extend a helping hand in her darkest moment.

A deep sense of gratitude surged in her chest.

Clutching the severed head of Pei Xuansi in her arms, she gritted her teeth and faced the two Black Sand gang members still surrounding her. These two, at least, she could handle.

Gu Sheng wasn’t surprised when Leng Yun identified him. He had made no effort to conceal his identity in the first place.

"Good. As long as you know it’s your grandpa Butcher. Your Black Sand Gang scum, I’ll slaughter every last one I see!"

Gu Sheng let out a brutish, maniacal laugh. Even as Leng Yun chased him furiously, Gu Sheng loosed two more arrows at lightning speed.

Leng Yun caught his flying curved blade and desperately tried to entangle Gu Sheng. Yet Gu Sheng’s deadly speed filled him with a gnawing sense that things were going terribly wrong. His blood boiled over, his eyes reddened as he kept up his relentless pursuit.

And yet.

Before he realized it.

As the surrounding noise diminished, it suddenly dawned on him—every single one of his subordinates he had brought here was dead!

Even those who had been attacking Helian Tie Lan—no exceptions.

Helian Tie Lan’s eyes widened in astonishment. She had never imagined the Butcher’s archery skills to be this terrifying. Killing martial artists at the Refining Skin Realm was as easy as slaughtering chickens.

Leng Yun, too, was shaken to his core.

The moment he locked eyes with Gu Sheng’s savage glare, Gu Sheng casually tossed aside his massive bow, grinning viciously as he said:

"Now it’s just you."

First, eliminate the small fry—leave no one alive to unsettle the mind. Having let Leng Yun chase him like a fool for so long, Gu Sheng was growing tired of the game.

Crack, crack!

Under the shocked gazes of Leng Yun and Helian Tie Lan, Gu Sheng’s body surged forward, and in an instant, he began swelling with astonishing speed. Within two breaths, his body expanded significantly, his muscles bulging and veins pulsing madly.

First-stage Strong Body!

Thud, thud, thud!

His massive frame, combined with immense power, charged forward with unmatched ferocity. Leng Yun felt as though a small mountain was hurtling toward him. The overwhelming pressure snapped his reasoning back into place.

This was a formidable enemy!

If he made a single mistake, his life might well be forfeited here and now.

With a blade in each hand, his gaze turned solemn. With a loud stomp, his foot sank a shallow pit into the ground, and his body sprang forth with a blast of wind.