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At that moment, accompanied by the roar from the Gorge and the rumbling sound of hooves, the voices of the hundreds of people fighting on the scene were completely drowned out.
In an instant, one by one, the Red-Clad Disciples riding tall horses appeared in the Gorge, joining the battlefield with lightning speed.
The Cavalry emerged one after another, totaling four or five dozen. They charged into the crowd on their warhorses, their power unstoppable.
With their lances, they could pierce through the throats of Martial Arts Association disciples from several steps away, their strength astonishing.
"Cavalry?"
Mr. Seiji blinked in surprise; he had not expected Zuo Zixiong to have such a trump card, and it was the Cavalry at that. The Cavalry was highly mobile, coming and going like the wind, and wielding lances as weapons made them akin to super long weapons.
From a distance, they could jab, poke, and stab with their lances; up close, they could simply discard them and draw steel blades from their saddles for close combat, easily claiming heads. The Cavalry was a myth, a nightmare for enemies.
Mr. Seiji's face turned pale as he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "I didn't detect any signs of Cavalry within twenty miles just now, yet here they are joining so quickly. The person orchestrating this from behind is too cunning."
At this point, Mr. Seiji began to suspect that Zuo Zixiong might not be the mastermind; there must be someone else behind him, someone unfathomable who had meticulously planned everything and was truly deceitful.
In a short time on the battlefield, with the addition of the Cavalry to the Red Robe Sect, the tide of battle had turned overwhelmingly in their favor. What had been gradually leaning towards victory for the Martial Arts Association now shifted back towards the Red Robe Sect, which infuriated Mr. Seiji.
"Zuo Zixiong, Red Robe Sect, very well. You have angered me; you will pay a price today."
Muttering to himself, Mr. Seiji reached into his bosom and pulled out a wind-polished copper rod about three inches long.
Then, with a shake of his hand, the copper rod extended in length to over three feet, and at its top sprouted a flag adorned with a flame design.
"Protect my Flesh," Mr. Seiji said as a phantom rose from his spirit cover and soared into the void above.
After Mr. Seiji's disembodiment, the dozen or so Martial Artists beside him immediately rushed over, forming a wall around him, leaving not a single inch of skin exposed.
Mr. Seiji was originally the leader of a sect called the Holy Fire Sect. Although it had deep roots, it had dwindled in numbers, and by the time it reached Mr. Seiji, it had ceased to exist.
The wind-worn copper flag in Mr. Seiji's hand was called the Holy Fire Token, a treasured artifact of the Holy Fire Sect that could communicate with deities and connect with the sect's ancestral master.
Mr. Seiji flew above the battlefield, holding the Holy Fire Token in one hand while forming a seal with the other, chanting: "Saint Fire Ancestor, urgent as the law commands, grant me flames."
This move by Mr. Seiji was similar to the divine strike technique of the Mao Shan Sect, allowing him to summon the ancestral spirit and invoke the sacred fire.
Suddenly, where Mr. Seiji pointed with his flag, flames erupted from thin air, roaring fiercely and capable of igniting even armor.
As soon as Mr. Seiji made his move, he instantly burned two Cavalry soldiers alive, with flames raging across the mountains.
Burning, burning, burning.
Mr. Seiji was filled with rage as he waved the flag wildly, incinerating countless disciples of the Red Robe Sect.
On the mountaintop, Zuo Zixiong witnessed this scene and was immediately shaken. This Xu Shengzhi had indeed revealed his prized artifact; if he continued to burn like this, the disciples of the Holy Sect would be completely consumed in no time. He had to organize a counterattack.
Seeing the situation was dire, Zuo Zixiong quickly took down his bow and arrows from his back, aimed at Mr. Seiji in mid-air, pulled back the bowstring fully, and shot an arrow with great force.
With a whoosh, the arrow flew through the air and struck Mr. Seiji.
Upon closer inspection, however, it was seen that Mr. Seiji caught the incoming arrow in his hand as if it posed no threat to him at all.
Mr. Seiji shot Zuo Zixiong a disdainful glance, appearing unconcerned. He discarded the arrow and continued to unleash flames, determined to burn all disciples of the Red Robe Sect to ashes.
Zuo Zixiong was taken aback; arrows couldn't kill Mr. Seiji, which made him extremely anxious.
Lu Chen had not explained how to deal with Mr. Seiji. If that arrow just now could have been smeared with some black dog blood or equipped with some Fire Thunder, it might have been able to harm Mr. Seiji.
But unfortunately, that arrow was ordinary and had not been tampered with. Lu Chen did not provide instructions, and Zuo Zixiong couldn't think of this layer; moreover, he lacked the skills to modify the arrow.
Zuo Zixiong was in a state of desperation. Lu Chen had scheduled everything for today, even the location was prearranged, but he had not detailed the specifics and only told Zuo Zixiong to wait.
A practitioner of Yin Spirit like Mr. Seiji could only be dealt with by Lu Chen. Would Lu Chen make it back in time?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zuo Zixiong's mind, but none felt certain. Below, disciples were being burned alive, engulfed in flames, rolling on the ground, their screams rising in agony.
Zuo Zixiong was sweating profusely; watching the scene on the battlefield felt like a knife cutting into his heart. Just as he was feeling extremely anxious, a cool breeze began to blow, causing him to shiver.
Suddenly, Zuo Zixiong's eyes lit up as he carefully sensed the movements in the air and muttered to himself, "The wind is rising."
Indeed, as soon as Zuo Zixiong noticed it, the wind on the mountaintop grew stronger and swept down towards the Gorge.
This was an east wind coming from the east and heading west—what a coincidence.
In the blink of an eye, Zuo Zixiong understood and shouted loudly, "The leader is brilliant! All calculations are perfect; truly a divine person!"
As the east wind rose and swept towards the Gorge, the flames that had originally ignited began to spread westward. With the wind growing stronger, it rushed towards Mr. Seiji's caravan.
Mr. Seiji, who had just set several fires, suddenly froze in shock as he saw all the flames he had unleashed burning back through the grass towards his caravan group.
Today happened to be the winter solstice; most of the grass by the roadside had turned yellow and became dry kindling. As the fire swept through, it immediately ignited with crackling sounds, resembling a fire dragon.
In just a few breaths, the fire had already affected Mr. Seiji's convoy on the official road. The horses, seeing the flames, immediately panicked and began to flee in all directions.
Even the dozen or so Martial Artists guarding Flesh could no longer withstand the smoke from the fire. If Mr. Seiji did not return soon, they would be roasted alive.
Mr. Seiji turned around and saw that his convoy was in complete disarray. With hundreds of carts on the official road, it was extremely difficult to turn around. Some horses dragged burning sacks and ran wildly, causing flames to spread across the mountains.
"An east wind has suddenly arisen; all forces retreat!"
Mr. Seiji shouted in despair, ordering his men to fall back. There was no other choice; with the fire spreading behind them, if they waited any longer, his convoy would be completely burned, and he wouldn't even be able to save Flesh.
He had set fire to the east to burn his enemies, but at this critical moment, an unexpected wind blew back the flames he had unleashed, setting him ablaze as well.
Mr. Seiji issued a strong retreat order and immediately stopped setting fires himself. He flew back to Flesh's side and instructed the Martial Artists to carry Flesh away first.
From his pocket, he took out a string of Fire-Repelling Pearls and performed a technique to shatter them before scattering them in places where the fire had just begun to spread.
The Fire-Repelling Pearl was also a treasure of the Holy Fire Sect. Since the Holy Fire Sect dealt with fire and based their practices on it, it was only natural for them to possess many treasures that could counteract fire.
As Mr. Seiji scattered the Fire-Repelling Pearls, they immediately formed a firebreak extending fifty zhang long, intercepting the flames and preventing them from spreading further westward; no matter how fierce they were, they could only reach the edge of the firebreak.
He had miscalculated; Mr. Seiji felt anxious as he realized he had forgotten about the law of east winds today. Looking around, he saw that this place was surrounded by mountains on three sides. When an east wind arose, it was precisely in this area that the wind would blow most fiercely.
Moreover, the dry grass on the ground served as excellent kindling; his opponent had cunningly accounted for this as well.
The enemy had anticipated that there would be dry grass available for igniting fires. With mountains surrounding this area on three sides, when the wind picked up, it swirled through the mountains and ultimately converged here.
With such timing and location calculated into their plans, Mr. Seiji's single misstep led to a series of mistakes that continued until now—setting fire to himself was like falling into a trap of his own making, harming others without benefiting himself.
Not long after, the Martial Arts Association led by Mr. Seiji withdrew, leaving behind fewer than half of the more than one hundred and fifty Martial Artists. Those who did not return were naturally lost, having made the ultimate sacrifice.
The few who managed to come back looked disheveled, covered in dirt and blood, and in a state of utter disarray.
Seeing such a scene, Mr. Seiji became even more furious, nearly losing his composure. He quickly ordered the nearby Martial Artists to bring out the cannon.
He had originally thought that with just his Holy Fire Token, it would be enough to deal with the disciples of the Red Robe Sect. However, he did not expect that a timely change in circumstances would ruin his plans and waste a set of Fire-Repelling Pearls.
The Fire-Repelling Pearls could only be used once, and due to the loss of the refining method, Mr. Seiji only had this last set left. Unfortunately, it was wasted on a minor issue instead of being used for something significant.
Moreover, the fact that his Holy Fire Token was countered by the change in circumstances made Mr. Seiji feel ashamed. He muttered to himself, "If only I could summon the Infernal Fire of the Five Hells, I wouldn't have to fear such changes anymore. What a pity."
The Infernal Fire of the Five Hells is the highest grade of fire seed from the Holy Fire Sect, but historically only a few ancestors have been able to refine it. By Mr. Seiji's generation, it had completely declined; this was the reason for the Holy Fire Sect's downfall.
Mr. Seiji could only summon ordinary fire seeds, which could easily be extinguished by a gust of wind. For instance, right now, it had even burned him, making him lose face in front of his ancestors.
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