Astral Apostle

Chapter 417: Tyrant Barring The Path (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Second Master is mighty!”

“He’s simply a Heavenly General!”

Hong Dingxian’s heart trembled as well, not in happiness but in disbelief.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to explain that he did not know about this sneak arrow beforehand and was about to stop for the time being.

However, at this moment, before he could speak, Zhou Jing’s speed suddenly increased. Before he could react, Zhou Jing had already grabbed his collar and flung him back.

Swoosh!

Hong Dingxian’s eyes blurred. He felt as if his entire body was riding the clouds as he flew upwards towards the direction of Red Cloud Mountain’s stronghold. He fell unconscious the moment he landed. Only now did he understand how much strength Zhou Jing had held back when they fought just now. Throwing him away was like an adult throwing a child!

(TL Note: Not sure if the author made a typo here, he wrote Red Cloud Mountain but given the distance, if ZJ could have thrown the guy over, he wouldn’t need to escape from the city gates since he could jump over them LOL. I took the liberty of changing it a little so it at least seems more plausible.)

Zhou Jing turned to look at the shocked troops of Tiger Head Mountain and shouted,

“I originally wanted to compete through martial arts and stop when the time was right, but you guys tried to harm me! Then don’t blame me for hurting you!”

With that, Zhou Jing strode forward without hesitation.

He actually charged into the formation of more than a thousand people of Tiger Head Mountain alone!

Peng Jin’s expression changed drastically. Ignoring the fact that the two village leaders had fallen into the enemy’s hands, he shouted,

“This person is invincible. Everyone, listen up. Attack together!”

The 1,500 bandits of Tiger Head Mountain listened to his orders and could only suppress the fear in their hearts. They shouted loudly to boost their courage and charged forward.

“Oh no, quickly protect second brother!”

Guo Haishen panicked when he saw Zhou Jing charge into the enemy army alone. He hurriedly ordered the two hundred people to support, while he rushed to the front.

At this moment, Zhou Jing’s legs spun as he rushed into the group of bandits.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The Coiling Dragon Spear swept out diagonally, sending everyone in its way flying.

He did not dally with these small fries however, and continued to charge forward, heading straight for Peng Jin and Li Pei.

The layers of bandit troops were actually unable to stop him at all. They were all pushed to the sides by him, and the scene was akin to splitting the waves with a chop.

Figures were constantly sent flying into the air like water splashing to the side!

Zhou Jing was unstoppable. It was as if more than a thousand people would be killed in the next moment!

Peng Jin was so frightened that he abandoned the thousands of people who were fighting. He turned around and ran into the stronghold.

“Close the door! Don’t let him in!”

Li Pei also peed his pants and ran back. Many of the bandits also ran in panic, following close behind them.

The lackeys behind the door hurriedly pulled the winch.

Creak—

The thick wooden gates slowly closed, isolating the scene of battle outside.

Not only did they block the enemy, but they also prevented most of their allied bandits who had yet to escape into the village.

Only the shouts, cries, and cries of pain could be heard through the door.

Seeing this, Peng Jin and Li Pei heaved a sigh of relief. Their backs were covered in cold sweat, and their knees almost gave way.

“Phew… Phew, fortunately, we retreated in time…”

Li Pei’s mouth was dry as he spoke in fear.

Peng Jin was still in shock. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered to himself, “This is the strength of the Yama King? It’s even more terrifying than the rumors! It’s simply inhuman!”

Li Pei spoke out while he was still in his befuddled state,

“Brother Shi and Brother Hong have both been captured by him. Thousands of brothers are locked outside, and I’m afraid they’ve all died. I’ve also offended Chen Feng. What should I do now?”

Peng Jin’s expression changed. He regretted coming out to see Chen Feng just because he had more people. He did not expect this person to be so fierce… Could it be that the other party had deliberately brought only this few people to show off and lure him out?!

He gritted his teeth and said, “We can only close the mountain pass and guard it. We’ll talk about it after Chen Feng leaves!”

The dignified stronghold of 10,000 people was actually so frightened by a single person. They would definitely be laughed at by their fellow Daoists, but Peng Jin could not care less. He was really scared out of his wits.

Li Pei said in a trembling voice, “In my opinion, why don’t we surrender to Chen Feng?!”

“Impossible!”

Peng Jin flatly refused.

He was absolutely unwilling to give up the Tiger Head Mountain that he had run for so many years!

However, at this moment, the stronghold gates suddenly shook.

Bam!

Wood shavings fell from the sturdy gate.

Peng Jin and Li Pei instantly shut their mouths and looked at the door in surprise.

Bang! Bang!

Two more collisions sounded. The duo felt as though the knocks had landed on their hearts.

The sturdy wood of the village gate began to bend and crack, as if it had been chiseled by a battering ram.

“That’s impossible…”

Peng Jin’s eyes were filled with shock, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

In the next moment, a thunderous explosion sounded!

BOOM!!

Wood fragments shot in all directions as the gate exploded, opening with a loud bang!

Amidst the dust, Zhou Jing walked in slowly.

Behind him were the bandits who had thrown down their helmets and armor to beg for mercy. No one dared to stand up and resist.

With an iron spear in hand, he directly smashed through the entrance of the Tiger Head Village that weighed more than 500 kilograms!

Seeing this scene, almost all the lackeys hiding behind the village gate had the same thought…

This was a tyrannical overlord!

Plonk! Plonk!

Peng Jin and Li Pei were scared out of their wits. They sat on the ground, trembling all over. They did not even have the strength to stand up.

The two of them looked up at Zhou Jing in fear. They were clearly two burly men with bulging muscles, but at this moment, they wished they could hug each other and scream. They looked like two lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing stopped in front of the two of them.

Swoosh!

The bloody tip of the spear was suddenly pointed at Peng Jin’s nose.

The bloody wind caused Peng Jin’s eyelids to sting, but he was so afraid that he did not dare to close his eyes.

At this moment, Peng Jin heard Zhou Jing speak coldly, but in his ears, it was like the sound of nature.

“Will you surrender?”

When Peng Jin heard this, he felt as if he had been electrocuted. He suddenly changed to a kneeling posture, cupped his fists above his head, and bowed.

“Spare me, hero! I’m willing to submit! The position of the Tiger Head Stronghold Master belongs to Brother. I’m willing to offer it with both hands!”