Chapter 158: Two Biscuits

"Look, I've forced him out! He's the madman from the Sitting Forgetfulness Dao! Danyangzi! He's responsible for your kin and brethren who were skinned with mercury and buried in the earth!"

Erbing, standing gallantly at the front of the crowd, pointed his finger and shouted loudly at Li Huowang, who was on the carriage roof.

"You liar!!"

The opponent's preemptive strike almost made Li Huowang spit blood in anger. This liar deceived without batting an eye, and in a flash, he was accused of being from the Sitting Forgetfulness Dao.

"This woman is the one from the Sitting Forgetfulness Dao! She can transform into anyone's face! You've all been deceived by her!"

Li Huowang loudly told the others the truth, but no one outside the carriage would listen to him.

One person wearing a Nuo opera mask glared at Li Huowang with extreme hatred.

"You killed our people! You even sent that old man to test us, and then you rushed into someone's home alone, threatening us with your crazy talk!"

"Now that death is upon you, you want to incite us to betray! Keep dreaming! Do you really think we, the Lai family, are easy to mess with?! Danyangzi!"

As soon as he spoke, a tattooed bandit beside him, holding a horsewhip, became agitated.

"Hmph! You scoundrel! How dare you kill my brother!! Just you wait; when you fall into our hands, we'll show you what we're made of!"

Li Huowang tried to explain, but they refused to listen. Incited by Erbing, they all grabbed their weapons, led their horses, and charged towards the carriage formation.

"Boom!" The carriage was struck, shifting several inches sideways, and its body cracked.

The Lu family troupe, huddled together in fear behind the carriage, wailed.

Amidst the chaos, a familiar shriek made Li Huowang instantly turn his head.

He saw a barbed crossbow bolt graze Bai Lingmiao's right shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and skin.

Seeing the wound on the girl's body, Li Huowang's eyes burned with rage, as if the injury were his own.

Immediately after, without a word, he leaped directly into the stampeding horses before him.

"How many times do I have to say it! You've been damned tricked!"

A cold glint flashed, accompanied by the neighing of horses and the screams of people, as a man and his horse in front were instantly cut in half.

Li Huowang's swordsmanship rapidly became proficient at that moment; nothing was better for practicing swordplay than live targets.

"Give me back my grandson's life!" Li Huowang's longsword quickly swung back, felling an old man to the ground.

"Ahhh!! He was only six, what wrong did he do! He was the only sprout left in our family! How dare you kill him!"

Even with blood gushing from his chest and his life fading, he still lunged, clutching Li Huowang's leg and gnawing fiercely with the dozens of sharp fangs that erupted from his mouth.

"How many times do I have to tell you! I didn't kill him!!"

"Thump, thump, thump!" A frenzied Li Huowang kicked repeatedly, crushing the old man's head.

Another sweeping strike cut a half-grown youth in two. The more people Li Huowang killed, the more fluid his sword became, and the stronger his killing intent grew.

Li Huowang's senses were extremely keen now. Ordinarily, finding Erbing in the crowd should have been quick.

But at this moment, his ability was completely useless; the opponent had hidden their aura using some unknown method.

Li Huowang, clenching his jaw, continually scanned the crowd before him with his murderous gaze. "Erbing!!"

A woman wearing a bronze mask emerged from the crowd. After taking off her mask and smiling seductively, she quickly ducked back behind a tall bandit.

"Madman of the Sitting Forgetfulness Dao, you who have committed all these evil deeds, your death is certain today!"

The *Great Thousand Records* quickly unfolded with a rustle. Li Huowang took out a pair of cast-iron pliers and, trembling, forced them into his mouth.

Three white molars flew out, bursting open in the air. The sharp tooth fragments pierced through dirty leather armor and wooden masks, embedding themselves deeply into human flesh.

This instantly caused the organized horse formation to collapse into disarray, overturning both riders and horses, and brought Erbing, who was behind the crowd, back into his view.

Just as Li Huowang was about to charge, the others nearby clearly wouldn't allow it. They surged forward again to block him.

Seeing the person about to escape, Li Huowang, with blood at the corner of his mouth, hardened his resolve. He raised his sword again, this time aiming it at his own forearm.

Just as he was about to strike, a tall figure stepped between the others and Li Huowang.

It was Gao Zhijian, wielding a large studded club. He roared, lifting the spiked club and smashing it down fiercely, sending red and white matter flying into the air.

"Summon the gods!"

Accompanied by drumbeats, a woman with a red veil rushed forward, and the grotesque beast-mouth hidden by the veil easily bit through the man's neck.

Immediately after, Chun Xiaoman, holding a blood-stained sword in one hand, arrived. She rushed to Li Huowang's side, panting, and said, "Senior Brother Li! We've come to help you!"

Looking at his gradually maturing junior brothers and sisters before him, Li Huowang lowered his sword. "Good! Charge with me! That woman is the key! She's responsible for all of this!"

Amidst the chaos of war, screams, bone-cracking sounds, and metal clangs were incessant. Their distance from Erbing steadily closed.

After dodging back and forth, seeing that there was nowhere left to hide, Erbing chuckled and suddenly turned around and charged.

No one expected this sight: a cold gleam shot from her sleeve, and Li Huowang swiftly raised his sword to block.

An iron die, glowing with fire, flew high, faintly etched with talismanic patterns.

Erbing formed a hand seal with two fingers, quickly flicking it upward. The iron die spun rapidly and slammed directly into Gao Zhijian's temple.

"Idiot!"

"Gao Zhijian!!"

His large body crashed heavily to the ground, and the pupils in his eyes slowly dilated.

"How interesting, hehehe. This is it. How can it be fun without a few deaths?"

Erbing chuckled, pulling out two sets of black Pai Gow tiles from her sleeve.

Holding the Pai Gow tiles in one hand, she began forming hand seals and chanting, "Seven-eight, don't want nine; if you want nine, use the poisoned hand. Gold four, silver five, small stool. Heaven and Earth combine, meet water four, five, six."

The two sets of Pai Gow tiles began to soften and stretch, dripping like mud from her fingertips to the ground, then burrowing into the earth.

However, just as the Pai Gow tiles had burrowed halfway, a scene Erbing never could have imagined occurred.

An arm with only three fingers suddenly burst from the earth, carrying two soft Pai Gow tiles, and with a "plunge," directly pierced Erbing's abdomen.

Erbing, spitting blood, looked up in shock. In the distance, Li Huowang, who had been kneeling on one knee, slowly stood up. His left arm was gone.

The severed arm tightened like steel, eventually snapping Erbing's waist in two.