Mercenary Harem in Murim Novel

"He's really strong."

Ning Feng heard his people's mutter and gritted his teeth. Unable to use martial arts? Couldn't use Qi? Which news or information did the Murim Alliance get?

The first attack earlier took out more than a hundred people in the army. More than that were injured and couldn't continue fighting.

If they let Leo continue like that, their army would be reduced to nothing.

And, Ning Feng knew that they were not Leo's match. Because...

"What is this Qi?!"

Everyone could feel the power and energy emitted from Leo. It was terrifying and overwhelming, making them feel like insects in front of a tiger. Just by feeling the oppressive and destructive energy, they were forced to retreat and take a step back.

'Damn it. What is this?'

Ning Feng couldn't believe it.

Leo's Qi was not normal. It was way more than what he could handle. The man in front of him was not someone who couldn't use Qi.

"His Qi is... stronger than mine." He couldn't help but feel scared. "I need to escape. There's no way I can win."

He was a 7 Stars martial artist. But, he was just a mortal being in front of the man standing in the sky now. He felt like an ant, and the fear and anxiety was overwhelming.

'What's going on? Why does the Thunder God use Qi?! I never heard of this before.'

"Damn it. I will have to run. But, what about the others?"

He turned his gaze to his people, and his heart clenched. Their fighting spirits had been crushed by Leo's overwhelming power, and they couldn't move at all. They looked like a bunch of lambs waiting for their slaughter.

'I have to run. It's my only choice.'

With that, Ning Feng jumped down and ran away. The leader of the army, running away from fear with a stain on his pants.

Usually, such a sight would be a disgrace. But, no one could blame him. They couldn't even look at Leo anymore.

They were terrified and afraid, and their morale was at an all-time low.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

No one even thought of going against it. They scattered and ran away, their hearts trembling with fear.

As they turned around and ran, their feet suddenly got planted on the ground. Another source of overwhelming Qi filled the air, and the people turned their heads, their expressions frozen with fear.

Behind them, a man with large build and long gray hair and beard stood with a large sword in his hand. His Qi, forming a dense image of a white dragon, rose into the sky, splitting the clouds and creating a whirlwind.

Standing beside him was a handsome man with dark hair. Behind him, a large lizard with wings, a black dragon, stood, its eyes looking down on them. The black sword in his hand was filled with Qi, and his gaze was deadly and unforgiving.

"Welcome, everyone. Let's have a great battle."

The man smiled and took a step forward, his Qi rising into the sky.

These two swung their swords, and the dragons flew toward them. One was an eastern and the other was a western. Both of them had their own style and image, and the army could feel the power coming from the energy.

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"It's over."

"We can't fight this."

"We're doomed."

As the dragons reached them, strong and sharp winds cut everything in their path. The rocks, the ground, and the trees. Everything was destroyed and broken, and the screams of pain and fear filled the air.

"This is a massacre."

Ning Feng could feel the blood flowing out of his mouth, his body cut and slashed. His injuries were deep and severe, and he knew that he couldn't last for long.

"Is this the end?"

From the front, the Thunder God that somehow reached 9 Stars slowly descended. And on the back, two swordsmen, known as Black Sword Saint and Wandering Sword Saint, known as a 8 Stars powerhouses, blocked their retreat.

There were only two choices.

Fight or die.

Ning Feng made an instant decision. Qi exploded from his body, and he raised his sword. Earth rose at his command and created a huge barrier.

"Attack them! We have numbers. No matter how strong they are, there are only 3 of them! Attack!"

He shouted, his voice breaking.

At that moment, the entire army charged, their Qi rising and their attacks coming.

But, it was not enough.

As Leo landed on the ground, lightning surged and the earth broke. His fist was like a hammer and his leg was like a steel rod. Every punch and kick were filled with deadly force and power.

With a crackle, it traveled toward the enemy from underground. There was no escaping.

On the other side, Shui raised his sword, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

"I won't hold back."

He said and rushed toward the army, his sword shining bright and the wind around him blowing. He slashed his sword and the image of a black dragon appeared, sweeping through the enemy's line.

"Ahhh!"

"Ouch!"

"What's happening?"

"How did he do that?"

Ning Feng was shocked. The attack was not something he could see or anticipate. It was like a phantom, a ghost. His mind worked quickly, thinking about a way to survive. Going against Thunder God or someone whose Qi he couldn't feel.

In less than a second, he made a decision.

'I will fight this Black Sword Saint. My power is equal to his, and I might have a chance.'

He was not a coward, but he knew that this was his only chance. If he went against Leo, he would die without a doubt.

As he prepared a large-scale attack to hit Black Sword Saint, a man appeared in front of him. His gray hair and beard was tied into a ponytail, and his eyes were sharp and full of power.

"You're the strongest here." The old man, Wandering Sword Saint, grinned, "Let's fight."

He drew his sword, and Ning Feng's heart dropped.

'This is bad.'

He felt it.

The energy, the power, and the aura behind Wandering Sword Saint was overwhelming. He had met the worst kind of enemy.

Another martial artist's technique could be blocked with Earth Defense Art he mastered. But Wandering Sword Saint? This man was known as someone who could cut anything, even the strongest steel and rocks.

Wandering Sword Saint grinned and slashed his sword. The energy around him formed an image of a white tiger, and the air exploded.

"Tiger Fang Strike."

A wave of energy exploded from his blade and shot toward Ning Feng.

He could feel it.

The deadly energy and the power behind it.

"Raising Earth!" Ning Feng shouted and pushed his palm toward the ground.

With a loud explosion, the earth rose and blocked the attack. The ground was covered with cracks and the rocks were crushed.

But, it was not enough.

Another sword strike came, and the image of a tiger was right in front of him.

"Tiger Fang Strike. Second Style, Tiger Claw!"

The white tiger roared and clawed, tearing apart his Earth Defense Art. The attack reached him, but thankfully it didn't pierce him fully because the force was diverted.

"Ugh!"

He flew backward, his body slamming against the rock.

"Hahaha, you didn't get cut. What a sturdy body." Wandering Sword Saint grinned, his sword raised, "Let's continue."

"Stop it, Xiao Ah Tian. Why did you help that man?! You are a part of the Murim Alliance!" Ning Feng couldn't understand. "I am your ally!"

"Hah! That's a big misunderstanding." The old man laughed and shook his head, "I have no alliance with anyone. I am never a part of your Alliance. And, I never will."

"What?!"

Ning Feng couldn't believe what he was hearing. Wandering Sword Saint, also known as Xiao Ah Tian, was a legendary martial artist who traveled the world, seeking for knowledge and training.

Naturally, Murim Alliance was happy and proud having 'him' as a part of them. All martial artists were amazed by his skill and power.

And, now, this man was saying that he was not a part of the Murim Alliance.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I only care about fighting strong opponents and having a good time. Don't misunderstand."

Xiao Ah Tian shrugged and pointed his sword at him, his eyes gleaming.

"Now, let's fight."