Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily-Chapter 125 - 123: The Killing Trap

"General Gao, visiting so late at night, why bother with all the secrecy, it’s amusing."

Song Changming glanced at the alley, seeing twenty or thirty people blocking his way from both ends, and finally his gaze settled on the leader, speaking up.

Gao Qiu, once recognized, straightforwardly removed the veil from his face, full of murderous intent, he said,

"Since you recognize me, then you should also know why I’m here today. Surrender obediently, or else I’ll slaughter your family tonight as well!"

Upon hearing this, Song Changming’s gaze turned cold.

With these words, it was destined that neither side would back down today!

’Bloodthorn Spear’ Gao Qiu, this was the name he was known by in Jianghu. After the Fifth Prince arrived in Donglai Prefecture, he was among the first group of righteous martial artists to join the prince.

He had achieved some merits on the battlefield, thus earning the title of a miscellaneous general.

Even though he became a general, his past Jianghu style remained unchanged.

Earlier, he had stormed into the Public Security Bureau in anger, and tonight, he led a group for vengeance just the same.

This is not something a proper general would do, but for these Jianghu righteous men, it didn’t seem out of place at all.

This man relied on his limited martial prowess and arrogance, turned a blind eye to the vile deeds of his own younger brother, focusing solely on pursuing vengeance in Jianghu.

Therefore, Song Changming didn’t bother wasting more words, his figure moved, advancing towards the group of black-clad men in front of him.

"Kill!" Gao Qiu knew that Song Changming’s strength was extraordinary, so the group he brought were all top-notch fighters in the army, each with a background in Jianghu, and their Martial Arts Cultivation was either in the Fourth Realm or the Fifth Realm!

Such a large group of strong martial artists working together to kill one person, even for a Sixth Realm Martial Artist like him, being caught in this killing trap would be perilous.

After all, no matter how strong a martial artist is, he is still flesh and blood. Normally, being attacked would cause bloodshed, and with only one saber in hand, facing two or three dozen blades and swords swinging in unison, a slight mistake would mean death!

However, facing this group of formidable enemies, facing this meticulously laid killing trap, Song Changming was not afraid in the slightest.

He had immense confidence in his current strength!

Tonight, one man and one saber, that would suffice!

Song Changming displayed his Light Body Skill, akin to stepping on a gentle breeze, and in an instant, he arrived before two people.

The two were startled, seemingly not expecting Song Changming to approach them so swiftly, they instinctively swung their blades to chop.

At this moment, Song Changming’s Dragon Pattern Saber was also drawn.

With a flash of silver, he moved faster than them, slicing through the two men’s throats in an instant, rendering them unable to bring down their long blades.

Blood sprayed, and the two could faintly hear the crisp sound of wind chimes and birdsong.

The saber techniques, angles, force, and accuracy were executed with perfect precision.

Bringing down two with one saber at the outset!

This was the power demonstrated by the Peak of Perfection in his Perfect Blade Skill!

Sensing the blade wind approaching from behind, Song Changming followed through by ducking, as if having eyes on the back of his head, he deftly avoided the attack from behind.

Then, he slashed downward with his long saber, disemboweling one person behind him.

His movements and saber strikes were as if they were in a world of their own, switching rapidly between motion and stillness!

He then kicked sideways against the wall of the alley, and in an instant, flew to the other side of the alley.

Facing three people, he swung his saber again.

One was beheaded on the spot, his head flying several meters high.

The remaining two barely managed to parry, but they too ended with broken blades and were sent flying; they simply couldn’t withstand Song Changming’s strength and the sharpness of the Dragon Pattern Saber!

The alley might not have been spacious, but for Song Changming, it was more than sufficient for him to carry out a massacre.

"Damn it!" Gao Qiu realized he had underestimated Song Changming’s true capability.

Although they were both Sixth Realm Martial Artists, the skills Song Changming displayed were such that even a Seventh Realm Martial Artist would be amazed.

Song Changming’s Sword Skill was so apparent that anyone could see it was far superior to all the martial artists present.

Never mind exchanging blows, it was nearly impossible to find someone who could block even a single strike from him.

Despite having the advantage in numbers, in the end, it was they who were being chased down by Song Changming alone.

Very soon, the alley was littered with bodies, and in the end, no one escaped from Song Changming’s pursuit.

Song Changming flicked off the bloodstains from his Dragon Pattern Saber, looked at Gao Qiu who was still standing at the entrance of the alley without fleeing, and said indifferently, "Don’t just stand there, show whatever tricks you have left."

The opponent hesitated to attack, nor did he flee, clearly indicating he had more strategies prepared for him.

"Bunch of useless fools!" Gao Qiu cursed a few times, but to face Song Changming personally, he didn’t dare either.

Just as Song Changming had just killed effortlessly like slaughtering a chicken, it was a sure death for him as well.

Cursing all the while, he took out a small iron box from his bosom, and the moment he opened it, wisps of dark red mist drifted out, causing the temperature around the alley to suddenly rise.

When Song Changming saw this peculiar mist, it looked familiar to him.

Wasn’t this the unique scorching mist produced by mist gold!

As expected, Gao Qiu took out an irregular metal piece from the iron box, glittering gold, it was indeed mist gold!

"I really didn’t want to use this. After all, if I’m found out hoarding mist gold, it’d be troublesome. You forced my hand!"

Saying this, the scorching mist from the mist gold in Gao Qiu’s hand floated uniformly to one side.

Song Changming heard the sound of restless hooves striking the ground and heavy, beast-like growls, making him more cautious.

"Go! Tear him apart!" commanded Gao Qiu.

The next moment, a black horse rushed into the alley.

It was called a black horse, but this mutated form resembled at most five or six parts horse.

The head, fierce like a horse, had morphed into something resembling a giant lizard’s head, with a gaping, protruding mouth full of sharp teeth.

The entire body was covered with lumps and strange keratin, with sharp spikes sticking out from its head, spine, neck, and abdomen.

Besides that, its size had also increased tremendously, giving the sensation of filling up the alley.

As it charged, it was like a high-speed train crashing forward.

The oncoming wind pressure intensified Song Changming’s seriousness; facing such a mutated fog beast, he no longer held back.

With both hands holding the Dragon Pattern Saber, he stepped forward, suddenly slashing forward.

The powerful sword momentum swept in, the blade sliced through the layers of air currents, directly striking the face of this fog beast.

The next moment, Song Changming only felt a strong shock force through the blade, impacting his entire body, causing his chest to tighten and his arms to go numb.

It was only because he cultivated multiple sets of body refining skills, strengthening his physique inside and out multiple times, that he could withstand this terrifying force.

Otherwise, if it were someone else hit by this fog beast, they would have been smashed into pieces, pulverized into several chunks.

Song Changming was knocked back over ten meters but stabilized himself; his arms were resilient in bones and muscles, only feeling pain and numbness without breaking.

Meanwhile, the fog beast was knocked down by Song Changming, crashing into a nearby alley wall like an out-of-control truck at high speed, causing quite a commotion.

He confirmed it was a high-level fog beast, enduring his powerful slash with only a shallow blood mark on its head.

It was only because the Dragon Pattern Saber in his hand was tough enough, or else this like a collision of meteors would have broken ten swords.

This also shows the value of treasure sabers and sharp tools.

"If this goes on, the neighbors will probably complain."

Song Changming muttered to himself, without stopping his feet, he rushed towards the struggling high-level fog beast.

"Damn it, why aren’t you absorbing the essence blood on the ground! I prepared so much specifically for you, not for your watching!" At the alley entrance, Gao Qiu angrily scolded even his own fog beast.

Just now, the collision did not shatter Song Changming directly, but his fog beast was knocked down, a result hard for him to accept.

Fortunately, he understood that fog beasts could continue to strengthen and grow by absorbing essence blood.

The dozen or so military experts he brought were to deal with Song Changming and also potential resources for his fog beast’s evolution, the last resort!

The fog beast, struggling to get up, indeed followed Gao Qiu’s order, beginning to draw in the corpses on the ground, and a blood mist started to spread in the area, continuously absorbed by the fog beast.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Song Changming also understood this characteristic of the fog beast, decisively changing his target, using light body skill to leap over the fog beast, and then vaulted over an alley wall, disappearing from Gao Qiu’s sight.

Gao Qiu was stunned for a moment, immediately growing tense, drawing out a big iron spear carried on his back.

At the same time, he ordered the fog beast to swiftly retreat to his side.

Just as the order was given, the courtyard wall beside him suddenly shattered, stones flying, and a piercing blade of light slashed straight towards him.

It all happened in a flash.

In a panic, Gao Qiu only managed to lift the spear horizontally in front of him.

The descending blade light suddenly shifted, circling around the iron spear like a returning swallow.

The next moment, Gao Qiu only felt his hands holding the spear go numb.

As the long spear fell to the ground, he came to realize, horrified, that there was only a bloody stump left at his wrists.

Both hands were cut off, along with the big iron spear falling to the ground!