Beginning with the Ubume Bird

Chapter 760: Chapter 49 Sect Leader of Five Dragon Sect Chapter 760: Chapter 49 Sect Leader of Five Dragon Sect Hong Liangyu did not carry a torch and fumbled his way to the mouth of Living Fish Valley, thinking he should hurry back to his brother and sister-in-law’s home, and treat everything that happened tonight as just a dream. Suddenly, he sensed vague figures ahead, torches flickering like dragons, colorful banners shooting up, horses neighing, and Living Fish Valley was surrounded by a watertight siege, in stark contrast to the distant guards of the Xiang Army, who were shouting loudly at each other.

Hong Liangyu had just heard the newcomers shouting phrases like, “The Tianbao Dragon Head himself is here, how can there be any doubt?” Curiosity piqued, he peered through the darkness and saw a grand canopy carriage surrounded by the five-colored banners. Behind the canopy, there was a skinny figure sitting down, too indistinct to make out clearly.

“Hmm?”

The figure seemed to have noticed something and looked up in Hong Liangyu’s direction.

Hong Liangyu felt a stabbing pain in his eyes and his body shivered uncontrollably, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. He couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

“Who’s there!”

Noticing something amiss, a yellow-faced man standing next to the carriage bellowed and snatched a black short halberd from his waist, hurling it toward the shadows. Hong Liangyu, still feeling dizzy and his vision blurring, was unable to dodge in time. Struck in the shoulder, he immediately lost all sensation in half of his body, and was sent flying about ten meters by the force of the blow. It wasn’t until he slammed into the rock wall that he finally managed to stop, horrified. The power behind the halberd was potentially greater than that of the official army’s solid iron cannons. In his life, Hong Liangyu had seen only a few among the Quanlang Type next to Treasure Ship King Lin Ajin, possessing such strength.

The yellow-faced man stood tall, peering into the shadows again and again. His eyesight was ordinary; he couldn’t make out whether the person in the shadow was injured or dead. Suddenly, a gust of wind arose in the darkness, and the bloodstained halberd flew back, its whistling sound piercing the air. The yellow-faced man uttered a cry and hastily bent backward into an iron bridge move to dodge. The flying halberd grazed his nose and, like a cannonball, landed back inside the canopy.