Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 280

Chapter 280: Blood and Fire First Stain the Garrison Wall at Night

That was a sword cultivator responsible for protecting the formation cultivator. He wore a tattered gray robe, his face young yet weathered.

He didn't hesitate in the slightest. His entire body lunged forward, the longsword in his hand carrying an utterly resolute determination as it met the diving Iron-Feathered Eagle.

"Thud—"

The sound of sharp claws piercing flesh was so dull it made one's heart palpitate.

One of the Iron-Feathered Eagle's claws directly pierced through the sword cultivator's left shoulder, pinning his entire body in mid-air.

But the sword cultivator let out a fierce grin amidst the excruciating pain. His right hand swept the longsword upward in a reverse slash, accurately stabbing into the Iron-Feathered Eagle's softest abdomen, before his spiritual energy erupted wildly.

"Get the hell away from me!"

Sword energy exploded inside the eagle's belly.

The Iron-Feathered Eagle let out a shrill, mournful cry, its massive body plummeting out of control and crashing heavily onto the ground less than three feet away from Su Ming.

The rank, hot eagle blood mixed with the blood from the sword cultivator's shoulder poured down like rain.

"Plop."

A few drops of scalding hot blood splashed onto the formation plate before Su Ming, slowly flowing along the dark blue formation lines before instantly being vaporized by the high temperature into a wisp of red blood mist.

A few drops of blood also landed on Su Ming's cheek.

He didn't wipe them away. He didn't even blink.

His hands remained firmly pressed against the formation plate, maintaining the flow of spiritual energy.

Because he knew, the time that sword cultivator had bought him with his life wasn't for him to stand there in a daze.

"Formation plate stabilized, spiritual pressure receding."

Ten breaths later, Su Ming rasped out a shout.

Only then did he feel his legs go a little weak, that post-crisis feeling of exhaustion washing over him like a tide.

Support disciples immediately rushed over from the side, carrying away the severely wounded and unconscious sword cultivator.

Su Ming looked at the sword cultivator's pale face and the half of his body soaked in blood. That spot was only half an inch away from his heart.

"Stop looking."

Zhao Tiji had walked over at some point, holding that giant pincer in his hand, his own body bearing wounds as well. Dark red blood dripped down his armor.

He glanced at Su Ming's hands, which were still trembling slightly, and at the few drops of dried blood on the formation plate.

"This is Iron Wall Pass."

Zhao Tiji's voice was very soft, drowned out by the chaotic shouts and killing sounds around them, yet it clearly pierced Su Ming's ears.

Ming nodded silently

in the formation plate, his movements mechanical yet precise, as if that life-and-death moment from just moments ago had never

...

Half an hour later.

a sliver of fish-belly white appeared on the eastern horizon, the tide-like demon beasts finally

roaring sounds outside the light curtain gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional sporadic beast roar, tinged with unwillingness

retreated! The demon bastards have

onto the ground, gasping for breath, lacking even the strength to

cold stone wall, looking at the

had become a

mountains, some still burning, others

rivers, reflecting a

one could still see fragments

group of support disciples wearing gray

their movements

for harvesting valuable materials from the demon beasts, but

were no

Only suffocating silence.

feeling as if a large stone was lodged in his

out in the Consciousness Sea, carrying a hint of a

Ming shook

skin from his robes, took a gulp

name of that sword cultivator who

by his clothes, he was probably a wandering cultivator from Bing Battalion. There are the

lips together and

to

swollen. Those were burns left from forcibly channeling overloaded formation plates

of injury wasn't severe, but with his spiritual energy

"Let's head back."

and patted Su Ming's shoulder. This time, he didn't use much force,

You get

to Su Ming. "Burn ointment. Not as good as the sect's Jade Muscle Powder, but it works

the vial. It felt slightly warm to

"Thanks, Brother Zhao."

...

he returned to Stone House Number Seven, Bing District, the sky was already

the stone door and re-established the protective

this moment did that tightly

onto the meditation cushion, lacking even

"Master."

the inferior ointment smeared on it. "I always used to think that the so-called 'formation lines stained with blood' was just

you know?" Lin Yu's figure materialized, looking at Su

"Now I know."

Su Ming nodded.

eyes, the scene replaying constantly in his mind: the sword cultivator's resolute

unprecedented emotion stirred

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