598 You Too Have Today
As his voice faded, a burly figure clad in breastplate and wielding a long spear rushed out from the side, urgently calling out, "Third Master, Third Master, Huo San is here!"
This was none other than Huo San, the capable henchman and enforcer summoned by Master Huo San.
Huo San was about forty years old, with a fierce and vicious face that gave people a chilling feeling.
The long spear in his hand gleamed coldly, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood emanating from it, making one's heart tremble.
His blood and qi surged, and his large hands were powerful. However, as a relative of the emperor, his pills were expensive, and he was now a fifth-level expert, though he was still a bit lower than Huo San.
His eyes were slightly lowered, as if he were listening attentively.
Seeing how quickly Huo San had arrived, Master Huo's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he felt slightly relieved. He waved his fine sword, signaling Huo San to get ready.
However, he remained slightly wary.
He thought to himself, "Huo San's talent is the same as mine, but the resources he receives are far less than mine."
If someone is over forty and hasn't broken through to the sixth level, they'll probably never have a chance!
Although things are declining now, we may get some opportunity at any time and break through the current bottleneck.
If one day I become a sixth-tier expert like him, his status will definitely rise significantly. He'll certainly be promoted to an elder or something similar, and then he won't be my subordinate anymore.
Thoughts may churn a thousand times, but it's all over in a fleeting moment.
Third Master knew very well that his enjoyment was not something he had obtained for free; strength and status complemented each other.
Although Fire 3 is currently on a downward trend, which is something I'm happy to see, and even an invisible form of suppression, we absolutely cannot let our guard down.
Once Huo San achieves a breakthrough, the gap in strength between them will be greatly reduced, and they may even surpass him. At that time, he will have to be extremely respectful.
In the midst of a mental explosion, a strange, inexplicable thought suddenly occurred to me.
Huo San quickly reported, "Third Master, the enemy has just attacked. The guards are already defending the front. Please rest assured, Third Master, Huo San will definitely take them down quickly."
Suddenly, a figure flew in with the force of an explosion, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
The air seemed to be torn apart by the figure, and the aftershocks of the explosion, accompanied by a deafening roar, swept over, causing the air to tremble slightly.
Third Master and Volcano immediately gripped their weapons more tightly, their eyes revealing vigilance and seriousness.
Third Master held his fine sword, the tip pointing at the approaching figure, while Huo San gripped his spear tightly, ready to strike at any moment.
The figure tumbled through the air several times before crashing heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust!
As the smoke cleared, a figure lay disheveled on the ground. He was short, his leather armor was tattered, and he was covered in blood. A deep knife wound was embedded in his chest, revealing the bone. He was clearly the short, dark-skinned man who loved to torture and kill.
The sounds of fighting continued, and after a short while, Shang Tie, dressed in fine armor, suddenly rushed in, followed closely by two others.
Upon seeing his unforgettable enemy, Shang Tie's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared, "Huo Zhangde, today is your death day!"
He leaped suddenly, gathering his energy in his hand, and slashed at Third Master with his sword.
Seeing this, the other two attacked with their swords, aiming directly for Huo San's life. In an instant, the flashing of swords and the clanging of metal filled the air.
Shang Tiexue's aura surged like smoke from a wolf's gallop, his swordsmanship becoming increasingly fierce with each strike, each carrying a powerful gust of wind, aimed directly at Huo Sanye's vital points.
Every blade seemed intent on killing Third Master.
Master Huo was puzzled. He didn't know what grudge this was, but he had killed many people. How could he know who this person was looking for?
He growled, "You scoundrel, how dare you attack my Huo family! Today is the day you die!"
With composure, they used their fine swords to defend against Shang Tie's attacks. In the fierce exchange, the swords clashed and sparks flew as they searched for each other's weaknesses.
Huo San was engaged in combat with the man behind Shang Tie, wielding a long spear, every move revealing ruthlessness and viciousness. The spear was like a venomous snake, sometimes thrusting swiftly, sometimes sweeping across a wide area, making the battle intense and stalemate.
Half a cup of tea's time passed in the blink of an eye, and the battle continued, with both sides locked in a fierce and evenly matched struggle.
Another loud "clang!" rang out, sparks flying everywhere. Shang Tie felt an urge to wait. His enemy was right in front of him; why couldn't he kill him now? Today was the best chance to take revenge himself.
Shang Tie's anxiety burned like a raging fire. His gaze was fixed on Huo Sanye, and images of his family and fellow villagers flashed through his mind.
Those who were taken to the mine by Master Huo disappeared without a trace, their fate unknown.
He himself had narrowly escaped death because he was looking for a small catch in the deep mountains, and a deep sense of hatred welled up in his heart.
He couldn't help but growl, like a wild beast's howl, 'Kill! Damn it! Today I will surely kill you, kill you with my own hands!'
Master Huo was also getting anxious, thinking to himself, 'Why hasn't anyone come to our rescue after all this time, and why are the shouts of battle getting louder and louder?'
Where is the clan chief? Where are the elders? Where is the patriarch?
Hearing the Demon Slayer's grief and indignation, his heart hardened even more. His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he thought, 'It's all my fault for being so merciful; some escaped. After this, in the future, I will make sure no one is spared.'
Shang Tie took a deep breath, transforming his anxiety and hatred into power. The broadsword in his hand seemed to sense his determination, its blade radiating a sharp light.
As the Qi flowed into the blade, a sudden burst of three-foot-long sword energy erupted, causing the surrounding air to roar. Shang Tie left no room for maneuver, his sword technique shifting rapidly, aiming to kill even if it meant mutual destruction.
He went all out with every strike, holding nothing back.
Huo Sanye, who did not want to die, suddenly found the situation turning around and gradually felt powerless. He fought his way back to the backyard while preparing to escape.
Shang Tie panicked, channeling his inner energy into the blade, and roared, "I'm coming! Die!"
He charged towards Master Huo like an arrow, his broadsword gleaming coldly as he slashed fiercely at Master Huo's head.
Although Master Huo reacted quickly, it was too late.
With a fierce glint in his eyes, seeing that Shang Tie dared not truly risk his life, he thrust his sword straight at Shang Tie's defenseless chest, expecting Shang Tie to sheathe his blade in defense.
His eyes were bloodshot, and in a sudden moment, a look of determination and a death wish flashed in his eyes!
The blade moved fiercely and relentlessly forward, suddenly accelerating slightly, its strike hitting his head without missing a beat.
With a muffled "thud," the head split open, brains splattered, and blood splattered everywhere.
At the same time, Master Huo's longsword, like a venomous snake, pointed straight at Shang Tie's chest!
With a muffled thud, Shang Tie felt a sharp pain in his chest, and blood spurted out. He didn't know whose blood it was, or whose face it stained red.
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