Chapter 1941: You Really Want to Die Like This?

"How can this be? How can he do this?""This person is too bold, charging into the enemy formation alone. What if something goes wrong?""He's risking his life for the Asura Seal!"In that unknown place, before the mirror reflecting Lu Ye's image, the few individuals who had been secretly observing him all changed their expressions, becoming anxious and restless. Even the old patriarch stood nearby, watching with an uneasy expression.

Things were developing... somewhat beyond their control. Originally, Lu Ye had easily dealt with mountain bandits while escorting Yao Nuan and others. But this time was different; a large army was attacking. How much confidence did Lu Ye have to dare face them alone? They had finally waited for this generation's successor, who had already passed the trial. They only needed to guide him here during his next cultivation experience. What if something went wrong now? They had waited almost ten thousand years for this opportunity. If they missed it, who knew when the next one would come.

"Perhaps we made a mistake," the old patriarch said with a bitter smile. If they hadn't interfered with the Asura Field's operation, allowing Lu Ye to gain numerous Asura Seals even by killing ordinary bandits, and explicitly showing him the seals those bandits represented, he would never have acted this way. He was taking this risk precisely because of the immense benefits. But if they hadn't done that, they wouldn't have been able to truly test Lu Ye's character, and naturally, they couldn't entrust the future of their clan to him.

"Patriarch, what do we do now?" asked the woman supporting the old patriarch, her face full of worry. The patriarch remained silent. In this situation, even he was helpless and could only wait and see how things unfolded.

At this moment, in the scene reflected in the mirror, after killing Zhao Yuwen, Lu Ye cut down another enemy general who foolishly tried to stop him. His objective was clear: he charged directly towards Fang Kuang. His biggest problem wasn't a lack of strength, but insufficient spiritual power. With only an eight-orifice cultivation, how much spiritual power could he possibly have? So, Lu Ye conserved it whenever possible, absolutely refusing to use it unless absolutely forced to. In such a situation, the only way to deal with this army formation was to first kill its commander. Fang Kuang undoubtedly perceived his intention, so he retreated before Lu Ye could reach him. With a command, the Black Turban Army surged towards Lu Ye in waves, like a tide. Left with no choice, Lu Ye charged on horseback. Wherever his thick long spear swept or thrust, the Black Turban soldiers fell like straw in a gale.

In the unknown place, as Lu Ye continuously charged through the army formation, encountering danger repeatedly, the observers, including the old patriarch, found themselves on tenterhooks, occasionally gasping in alarm. Several times, the situation became extremely perilous, but repeatedly at crucial moments, a shield formed by converging spiritual power would block the incoming danger, allowing Lu Ye to escape harm.

The black horse whinnied and collapsed. In such a charge, Lu Ye was unable to protect his mount. After only three charges back and forth, the black horse from the Sixth Master of Dafeng Mountain could no longer hold on. He simply abandoned the horse, and with one man and one spear, swept through all directions. Screams rose one after another, bodies flew high into the air, blood stained the ground red, and a thick scent of gore lingered in the air.

One thousand men—not too many, not too few. Even with Lu Ye's incredibly high kill efficiency, it was no easy task to wipe out so many enemies alone. Points of light continuously flew from all directions and entered the Asura Token at his waist, keeping him full of vigor and motivation. After charging for a while, having killed two or three hundred Black Turbans, the remaining enemies were clearly terrified. If not for Fang Kuang commanding them, the entire vanguard would likely have dispersed after such heavy casualties. But because Fang Kuang continued to issue orders, the surviving Black Turbans could only grit their teeth and hold on. Lu Ye suddenly realized the benefit of not having killed Fang Kuang yet. Though there was more pressure, he would also gain more Asura Seals. If he had killed Fang Kuang immediately, the Black Turban vanguard would probably have scattered and fled by now. Over half of his spiritual power was already depleted. At his current efficiency, he could probably kill another two or three hundred Black Turbans before becoming exhausted. He secretly made up his mind to take Fang Kuang's life only at the very last moment!

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Lu Ye suddenly heard the rapid approach of continuous hoofbeats, followed by Zhou Ping's voice: "Mr. Lu, we're here to help you!" Zhou Ping had seen Lu Ye's unmatched bravery from afar on the city wall, which filled him with courage. He immediately led a group of soldiers to assist, accompanied by many self-motivated cultivators.

Fang Kuang was overwhelmed. Before today, he had never imagined that someone could single-handedly disrupt an entire army formation—yet now it was happening to him. Where did this person come from? Fang Kuang sensed that the opponent's spiritual power fluctuations weren't particularly strong, yet the man was incredibly agile. Every movement was purposeful; every spear thrust meant a Black Turban's death. He himself had killed many people, had been called an ogre, and had even consumed many, but such ferocious slaughter still sent chills down his spine. If it were just Lu Ye alone, he was confident he could slowly wear him down and kill him. But at this critical moment, Zhou Ping actually led an army here.

Many thoughts raced through his mind. With a command from Fang Kuang, the Black Turbans immediately split into two groups: one continued to encircle Lu Ye, and the other faced Zhou Ping's forces. He, meanwhile, dismounted, shed his armor, and hid among the crowd, like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity. No matter what, he had to kill this person today, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain himself upon his return.

A moment later, he finally found a good opportunity. As Lu Ye was engaged with several soldiers and unable to be distracted, Fang Kuang fiercely thrust his spear forward. The spear struck Lu Ye squarely in the back. Fang Kuang's heart swelled with joy, but then his expression froze. The spear had failed to penetrate Lu Ye's body. Where the spearhead touched, spiritual power swirled, forming a visible shield. That move again! He had seen Lu Ye use this ability several times before; it always blocked dangerous attacks at crucial moments. Yet, he had believed his attack was traceless and came from behind. He hadn't expected it to be blocked again. Does this guy... have eyes on his back? In such a chaotic situation, how could he detect my attack?

"You... want to die this badly?" Lu Ye suddenly turned to face him. Originally, he hadn't planned to kill Fang Kuang so quickly, but since the man was actively seeking death, there was no need to hold back. Lu Ye raised a hand, grabbed Fang Kuang's spear, and violently yanked it towards himself. Fang Kuang's expression changed drastically, and he let go of the spear, but it was already too late. The spear in Lu Ye's hand was already stabbing towards Fang Kuang's chest. In this moment of life-or-death crisis, Fang Kuang, though panicked, did not lose composure. He retreated as much as possible while channeling all his spiritual power to his chest, forming a protective barrier. This was a self-preservation ability every cultivator could master, and someone like Fang Kuang, experienced in countless battles, was particularly adept at it. As long as the opponent's cultivation wasn't too much higher than his own, he would surely be able to block it! As he thought this, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Fang Kuang froze. Looking down, he saw that his chest had been pierced. The protective spiritual power he relied on had offered no defense whatsoever; it had been pierced like a sheet of paper. In his final moments, he couldn't help but recall Zhou Ping's shout from the city wall, warning him not to lead himself astray. He had dismissed it with disdain then, but now... Lu Ye withdrew his spear, didn't even glance at him, and continued to kill the enemy.

"Fang Kuang is dead!" Zhou Ping, seeing this scene from afar, was instantly overjoyed. He activated his spiritual power and shouted. Lu Ye wished he could sew Zhou Ping's mouth shut! "Fang Kuang is dead!" "Fang Kuang is dead!" From all directions, shouts rang out. Those shouting hadn't actually seen Fang Kuang's death, nor did they know if he was truly dead, but they simply joined the chorus. The Black Turban Army was already suffering heavy casualties, terrified and demoralized. Now that their commander was dead, their morale plummeted, and with no one to restrain them, they immediately began to flee in all directions. "Kill!" Zhou Ping shouted, leading the pursuit, with others following close behind. Lu Ye wiped the blood from his face, swung onto a riderless horse, identified the direction with the most remaining enemies, and galloped off.

Before the mirror, a group of people let out long breaths. In that short period of less than half an hour, their emotions had fluctuated wildly with Lu Ye's charge, experiencing several great ups and downs. Finally, it was over. The Black Turban vanguard had been routed, and Lu Ye was temporarily safe. To be honest, they had never experienced anything so thrilling and perilous. "Patriarch, Patriarch, what's wrong?" a female voice asked. Startled, everyone quickly turned to look. They saw the old patriarch clutching his chest, gasping for air, his face extremely pale, looking as if he were on the verge of death. Everyone was greatly alarmed, immediately realizing that the old patriarch was old and could not withstand such drastic emotional fluctuations. "Quick, quick, give the patriarch a spirit pill!" someone shouted, taking out a life-saving spirit pill and putting it into the old patriarch's mouth, then activating their spiritual power to help him refine it. It took quite some time for the old patriarch to recover, but his hands still trembled uncontrollably.

"Patriarch, perhaps you should rest now?" the woman asked with concern. The patriarch shook his head. "I will stay here and watch until he returns alive to the Celestial Asura Realm." Then he asked, "What is his cultivation task this time?" "Let me see," the woman said, closing her eyes, her mind seemingly immersed elsewhere. After a moment of checking, she spoke with an uneasy expression: "Defeat the Black Turban Army and ensure the safety of Ding'an." The old patriarch's lips trembled, and he finally let out a sigh: "What a mess!" Engaging just a single Black Turban vanguard was already so perilous. What would it be like when the main Black Turban army arrived? The crucial thing was that the young man had no sense of proportion, causing the old patriarch to feel like he was constantly teetering on the brink of death. But upon closer inspection, the old patriarch realized he had brought it all upon himself.