Chapter 71: The Legend Of The Eagle Masked Expert (Wang Li)
Xia Bingling couldn’t bear the thought of losing Wang Li, the man who ignited a forbidden fire within her, or her dear daughter Xia Qingwu, the apple of her eye. She wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to them on this mission.
As for Liu Xue, the esteemed Core Disciple of the Jade Lotus Palace, her presence was a double-edged sword. While a valuable asset in a fight, her safety was paramount. A public injury or worse, her death, could spark unwanted tensions between the Xia Family and the Jade Lotus Palace – tensions that could easily escalate into an open rift.
Therefore, their chosen strategy was one of calculated intervention. They would act as a hidden reserve, a safety net for the Xia Family forces.
Should the Shadow Fang Clan deploy Nascent Soul Realm experts, or if the Xia Family forces encountered a particularly lethal trap, the hidden quartet would intervene with swift and decisive action.
Hidden amongst the foliage on a nearby hilltop, they watched the scene unfold.
Below them, the Xia Family forces, led by their trusted commanders – seasoned veterans with countless battles under their belts – descended upon the Shadow Fang Clan hideout with a coordinated assault.
The initial attack was met with fierce resistance. Demons of various cultivation levels poured out from the stronghold, their guttural roars echoing through the valley, their dark energies clashing with the vibrant spiritual energy of the Xia Family cultivators.
The air crackled with the sounds of battle – the clanging of steel, the roar of unleashed techniques, and the anguished screams of the fallen.
Despite the initial resistance, the Xia Family forces, well-trained and disciplined, pushed forward with unwavering determination. Their coordinated attacks and superior numbers slowly began to overwhelm the scrambling demons.
From their vantage point, Xia Bingling scrutinized the battle, her eyes narrowed in concentration.
“So far, so good,” she murmured, a hint of satisfaction tinging her voice. The success of this raid hinged on the initial push by the commanders, and so far, they were exceeding expectations.
Wang Li, perched beside her, let out a low whistle.
“They’re holding their own,” he agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Looks like your pep talk did the trick. Those Xia Family soldiers are fighting like demons themselves.”
Xia Bingling smirked.
“Motivation is key, Wang Li. A well-fed and inspired soldier is a force to be reckoned with. Especially when they know victory will earn them not only glory, but also a hefty financial reward.”
Their playful banter was interrupted by a sudden shift in the battle below. A figure, radiating a menacing aura of dark energy, emerged from the depths of the hideout. It was a tall, imposing demon with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. His cultivation level – Nascent Soul Realm, just like Xia Bingling and the others.
“Well, well,” Xia Bingling muttered, her smirk fading. “Looks like the Shadow Fang Clan has its own big fish.”
A surge of excitement flickered across Xia Qingwu’s face. Her grip tightened around the hilt of her sword, a clear indication of her eagerness to engage in battle. “Finally, a worthy opponent!” she whispered, her voice barely a murmur.
Wang Li, however, placed a restraining hand on her shoulder.
“Hold on, Qingwu,” he cautioned, his voice calm despite the escalating situation. “Let the commanders handle it first. We only intervene if they need assistance.”
As if on cue, the two Xia Family commanders leading the assault squared off against the Nascent Soul Realm demon.
A fierce duel erupted, the ground trembling beneath their feet as powerful techniques were unleashed.
Sparks flew as the blades clashed, and the air shimmered with the raw power of their attacks.
The battle was a sight to behold – a display of martial prowess tinged with the dark energy of the demon. Despite their impressive teamwork, the commanders were slowly being pushed back, their movements hampered by the sheer ferocity of their opponent.
A tense silence descended upon the hidden observers. Xia Bingling’s jaw clenched, her eyes fixed on the unfolding duel.
“They’re struggling,” she muttered, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. “Their combined attacks aren’t enough.”
“Looks like it’s time for us to step in,” Wang Li said, a faint smile playing on his lips. He extended a hand towards Xia Bingling, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.
Xia Bingling returned his gaze, a spark of determination igniting in her own eyes.
Upon hearing her lover Wang Li’s words about stepping in, a thrill of excitement shot through Xia Qingwu. This was her moment to prove herself, to showcase the fruits of her recent training. With a determined glint in her eyes, she bolted forward, ignoring Wang Li’s outstretched hand.
“Crimson Phoenix Slash!” she roared, her blade igniting with vibrant flames as she unleashed a technique she’d perfected – a swirling vortex of fire aimed directly at the Nascent Soul Realm demon.
The demon, caught off guard by Qingwu’s sudden attack, roared in defiance and raised a massive, clawed arm to block the fiery onslaught.
The Crimson Phoenix Slash struck true, but to Qingwu’s frustration, it merely singed the demon’s hide, leaving behind a faint scorch mark.
The demon retaliated with a devastating attack of his own – “Shadow Spike Barrage!”
Dark energy coalesced around his form, before erupting in a volley of razor-sharp spikes that hurtled towards Qingwu.
With a nimble pirouette, she dodged most of the spikes, but a few managed to graze her arm, drawing a hiss of pain and a bead of sweat on her forehead.
Frustration gnawed at her. She’d trained relentlessly, mastered advanced flame techniques like the Crimson Phoenix Slash, yet she still couldn’t penetrate the demon’s seemingly impenetrable hide.
Her frustration turned to determination as she launched another fiery assault, this time with a technique called “Dancing Infernos.”
Twin blades of fire materialized around her, weaving a mesmerizing dance of destruction as they hurtled towards the demon.
The demon met her attack head-on with his own formidable technique – “Ironclad Onslaught.”
His body, already incredibly tough, shimmered with a dark metallic sheen, deflecting most of the fiery blades. However, a couple managed to find their mark, exploding in a burst of flames that sent the demon staggering back momentarily.
Despite her impressive display of power, Qingwu was starting to feel the strain of the battle.
The demon’s raw physical power and resilience were formidable, pushing her to her limits.
Suddenly, a blur of movement entered the fray. A figure, cloaked in black and wearing an ornately crafted eagle mask that obscured his entire face, materialized beside the demon.
Before anyone could react, the figure unleashed a blinding flash of light followed by a searing wave of heat.
“Scorching Flame Slash!” the masked figure roared, his voice a distorted echo.
The attack, a powerful sword technique infused with tremendous Yang Essence and the raw power of a mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, sliced through the demon’s defenses with shocking ease. A deep gash appeared on the demon’s chest, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.
With a surprised roar, the demon crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Qingwu stared at the scene in stunned silence. Her lover, Wang Li, had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and delivered a single, decisive blow that ended the fight. A mixture of awe and admiration washed over her. Here was the man she loved, his cultivation base a level above her own, wielding his power with unmatched skill.
Even Xia Bingling, hidden amongst the foliage, couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and amazement. Despite being a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator herself, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to defeat the demon as efficiently as Wang Li. His use of the Scorching Flame Slash, infused with Yang Essence to counter the demon’s dark energy, was a display of strategic brilliance.
A similar sentiment echoed in Liu Xue’s heart. The esteemed Core Disciple of the Jade Lotus Palace, a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator herself, watched with wide eyes as Wang Li, with his masked identity, effortlessly took down a formidable opponent.
The remaining Shadow Fang Clan members, witnessing the death of their leader at the hands of a mysterious masked figure, lost all will to fight. Weapons clattered to the ground as they dropped to their knees in surrender. The Xia Family forces, initially wary of the masked figure’s sudden appearance, quickly understood their role and secured the prisoners.
News of the “Eagle Masked Expert” of the Xia Family, who emerged from the shadows and eliminated a Nascent Soul Realm demon with a single attack, would in the next few days spread like wildfire throughout the region. The public, hungry for a hero, would readily embrace this enigmatic figure, their awe overshadowing any questions about his identity.
Back at their hidden vantage point, Wang Li removed his mask, revealing a triumphant grin. “See, Qingwu? Sometimes, a little surprise attack can go a long way,” he winked, a playful glint in his eyes.
Qingwu, still flushed with the adrenaline of the battle, simply smiled back, her heart overflowing with happiness.
