Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior-Chapter 215 - 155: Blade Severing Iron Crossbow—Who Can Kill Me!

For a moment, everyone present understood that the soldiers controlling the Iron Arm Crossbow had long been infiltrated by the Rebel Army. The shot from the Iron Arm Crossbow was not a miss, but rather an intentional act by a spy.

But at this moment, everyone also realized that pursuing the spy was no longer important. The remaining two Iron Crossbow Carriages had been destroyed, and even if they were not, from Yuan Wuming's ability to cut through an Iron Arm Crossbow arrow,

cutting through one meant he could cut through two.

Moreover, now that the Iron Arm Crossbow had been destroyed, who else could threaten Yuan Wuming, who had reached the Sixth Grade!

"What, this villain is a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist?"

Liu Qing, surrounded by two Changfeng Army Commanders, heard the words of the commander beside him, his face changing drastically, his pupils contracting, and he secretly thought that this was not good.

"Sir, it's not wise to stay here any longer."

One commander immediately spoke with a trembling voice. Just a moment ago, the Changfeng Army thought they had the victory in hand. How could this villain survive against an Iron Arm Crossbow comparable to the strike of a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist?

But who could have expected that the Iron Arm Crossbow comparable to the Sixth Grade would encounter a true Sixth-Grade Martial Artist.

"This, this..."

Liu Qing, the Changfeng County Captain, had a face like water, with thoughts of retreat already in his heart. Staying on the field, even with the protection of the Flame Qi of Great Yan, could not guarantee that this madman would not harbor murderous intentions against him.

Now, the Destiny of Great Yan is not what it was in the time of the Grand Ancestor. Below the Third Grade, Great Yan's Destiny can protect court officials from harm not exceeding a Second-Grade Martial Artist.

Liu Qing, as the Changfeng County Captain and a Junior Eighth Grade official, faced a hardship: if a Martial Artist below the Sixth Grade attempted to kill him, the backlash of his Destiny before his death would be sufficient to suppress the rebels. It could not protect him entirely, but it could save his life.

But if it were the Sixth Grade and above, it would be different. Martial Artists at and above the Sixth Grade would naturally suffer a backlash from Destiny but could also pay a certain price to severely injure and kill him on the spot.

Now that Yuan Wuming was of the Sixth Grade, he had the qualification to kill him.

"It seems I was mistaken. This Changfeng County Captain had no means to execute Yuan Wuming, and most likely, from the beginning, he was not aware that Yuan Wuming had reached the Sixth Grade."

Su Mu observed all of this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if the Changfeng County Captain lacked the capability or found it extremely difficult to execute a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist, then naturally, he had few ways to deal with himself.

"It seems that being in the Sixth Grade is enough to provide self-preservation in the land of the Three Counties."

In addition, Su Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, a deep and sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he noticed the trembling glow of Destiny behind Liu Qing.

"Back then, Wei Ming was reluctant to act against Qingyun County Captain Li Qiu, and Li Qiu remained unafraid... Now this Liu Qing is frightened. Could it be that the Flame Qi of Great Yan's protection for officials has some limitations?"

With Yuan Wuming's knife cleaving the Iron Arm Crossbow arrow, the morale of the Rebel Army surged, while the Changfeng Army's morale plummeted. They all shrank back to Liu Qing's side as the villain took the opportunity to rush into the execution platform to rescue Yuan Dong, helping him to shed his shackles and chains.

"Hahaha, heaven has not forsaken me. I, the young master, am free! How can you, this dog official, kill me?" Yuan Dong broke free from his shackles, his blood-stained prison garment fluttering in the wind.

"Father, kill them all for me. I want to see who can kill me, Yuan Dong, today!"

Splat!

The words came to an abrupt end as a cold light pierced through the air. Yuan Dong incredulously looked down to see a sharp blade protruding from his chest, blood gushing forth.

A Black-armored Strongman beneath the execution platform unhurriedly walked over the pool of blood.

"I, on the orders of the Cyan Cloud Demon Slayer Bureau, have come to execute the criminal Yuan Dong!"