coobybook Chapter 441 How can they face going back?
Chapter 441 How can they face going back?
Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the third team. This team was top-notch in terms of both martial arts and combat experience. Should he take a gamble?
What if the bet is right and the third team breaks a gap in the Sword Sect, then the remaining troops of his Wu family can march straight in, kill Si Yanzhuo and destroy the Sword Sect?
He was hesitating.
A woman beside him said, "Fifth Young Master, you signed a military order before you set out. The Western Wasteland Sword Sect is not weak. Half of the people we brought with us are already dead. The third team is a group of elite soldiers who have been carefully trained for a long time. If they lose them, we will have a hard time explaining it back."
We're stuck in a dilemma. Why not evacuate temporarily and make other plans?"
However, another belligerent man said, "Women are just cowards. There are always casualties in war. This little scene scared you so much. I don't believe that the underground of the entire Sword Sect is filled with hidden arrows and wounds."
Okay, I'll personally lead the third team in, and if I'm the first to take the credit, don't accuse me of taking all the credit."
The fifth young master wanted to stop him, "Wait a minute."
But he was stopped by the old man in black, "Let him go. I, an old man, don't believe that a mere two remnants of a small Sword Sect can be so strong."
The Fifth Young Master looked at the rest of the group. No one said anything, so he agreed. "Okay, let's charge again. If things go wrong, we'll retreat immediately."
Inwardly, he was incredibly happy. He didn't mind having someone else charge in his stead. Don't think he was unaware of the uncle and nephew's subtle scheming. He stood and watched as the young man, led half of the third team, suddenly charged towards the Sword Sect's gates. This time, just as he'd bet, there were far fewer sharp arrows.
Moreover, the arrows shot out did not have the speed and power of before. In the end, it was just a paper tiger to scare people. He hurriedly ordered the remaining three teams: "Quickly fight and break through the gate of the Western Wasteland Sword Sect. The fourth and fifth teams will follow."
"Yes, Fifth Young Master."
The skill of the young man should not be underestimated. He led the third team to rush to the gate of the Sword Sect and led the disciples to gather their strength and smash the gate of the Sword Sect, hoping to blast it open with one move.
The next second, the gate closest to them suddenly exploded with a loud bang, sweeping all the disciples into the air and killing them. They had no time to react. None of the top disciples from the third team who had approached survived.
A young man of the Great Martial Sect level was also swept up into the sky. When he came down, he saved his life but lost a leg.
"Ah!" He screamed, and the unbearable pain in his legs reminded him that his life was over!
His uncle, the old man in black, rushed over desperately, "Xiao Yue?"
When his eyes fell on his nephew's missing leg, the uncle who usually loved him changed his expression, and he calmly slapped the young man in the abdomen, killing him.
The young man stared at me with his eyes wide open, "Why...why? You are my uncle."
The old man in black leaned over and whispered in the young man's ear, "Because your life can bring prosperity to my family, this is the only reason I asked to come with you!"
"You? So cruel!" The young man never expected this and died with his eyes wide open.
The old man in black picked up the corpse and rushed back, screaming in pain, "Ah, Xiaoyue? Don't fall asleep, hold on, uncle will save you right away, Xiaoyue!"
The unaware Fifth Young Master rushed over, held the broken young man's pulse, and closed his eyes angrily, "He's dead."
"What? No way, Xiao Yue, wake up?" The old man in black was still pretending.
The others were momentarily stunned, staring at the Sword Sect's gate. They weren't sad; the Wu family was known for their ruthlessness. They were stunned by the Sword Sect's clever tactics. The Sword Sect's gate remained intact, unmoved.
The gate they wanted to break open just now was a fake one. The Western Wilderness Sword Sect actually built a fake gate by pulling up the wall outside the real gate. This move wiped out their entire team of elite disciples.
Even the fourth and fifth teams that were rushing in the back were affected and half of them died.
The funny thing is that their people were almost all dead, but not a single blade of grass, a single tree, or a single disciple of the Western Wilderness Sword Sect was harmed.
How can they face going back?
Someone was unwilling to give up, "Fifth Master, let me charge again, please? If I go back like this, I'll be skinned alive if I don't die."
Wu Jiu, the fifth young master, looked at the corpse of the young man and shook his head. "Why are you charging in? This Sword Sect is full of traps and is protected like an iron barrel. You will die if you charge in. A severe punishment is better than losing your life. Let's go back and report the truth. Whoever refuses to obey can come."
Wu Jiu turned around dejectedly and waved his hand for his disciples to follow him. Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him and turned around abruptly: "Come back!"
But the second young man who had just led several of his men flew towards the tall Sword Sect gate, and concentrated his killing moves on the gate. However, before the killing moves were fully concentrated, several special hidden weapons were shot at them.
The second young man snorted coldly, "Still wanting to launch a sneak attack? Let me show you how powerful I am... ah!"
As they fell from the sky, they hadn't figured out how they could be shot through the heart even though they had clearly knocked the hidden weapon away. Their arrogance cost them their lives.
"No!" One of the women cried heart-wrenchingly. That was her fiancé, and they were going to get married next month.
She went crazy and rushed to the door alone, "I will fight you."
"Let's go!" Wu Jiu knocked the woman unconscious, carried her and evacuated as quickly as possible, leaving behind corpses on the ground and shrill cheers behind him.
He rode at full speed and returned to the Sword Sect ten days later, only to be met with a barrage of scolding and endless ridicule.
"This is a piece of trash, and he still has the nerve to come back? He said that the Western Wasteland Sword Sect was so powerful, why didn't he die in the Western Wasteland Sword Sect?"
"So, he usually just acts like a clown in front of us. It's hilarious, but he doesn't even dare to make a move. He's always scared back in a panic. Someone is so weak!"
After hearing this, Wu Jiu suddenly raised his head from the place where he had been scolded, and said with a smile to the person who mocked him, "You are right, yes, I came back without taking any action, but at least I came back alive.
Do you dare to try? You will die at the gate of the Western Wasteland Sword Sect!"
He was obviously fanning the flames and provoking that man to go and die. He looked at that man with contempt. If he could get rid of these tribesmen who usually opposed him, he would thank Si Yanzhuo.
Wu Jiu thought so, and didn't dare to look any further, so he quickly retracted his gaze.
The man was no fool. "You don't need to resort to such low-level provocation. I was going to go before you, but you were so ignorant that you insisted on competing with me. Facts have proven that you don't have the ability, let alone the ability to lead a team."
"Clan leader, elders, please let me go. I promise to kill every blade of grass and tree in the Western Wilderness Sword Sect, leaving no blade of grass or tree behind. If I fail, I will voluntarily leave the Wu family and never return."
"What do you think, elders?"
Sitting high up on the main seat was a dignified middle-aged man. He was over fifty years old and had a short beard. His old face was intimidating without even being angry, and he had a strong aura.
He did not change his expression because of the argument between Wu Jiu and the other party, but asked the two rows of people below in an indifferent tone.