TNIBFT -Chapter 237 Finally Someone Who Can Take a Beating!

Ye Tian squinted slightly, gazing down at the chaotic valley floor. In the midst of it all, the soldiers of Daliang wore uniform silver armor, their numbers so vast they nearly filled the entire battlefield.

Fang Shenghu and Meng Yuquan’s men were cutting a bloody path through the middle, risking their lives with every step.

The battlefield was utter chaos.

Horses neighed loudly.

Piercing screams mixed with the clashing of weapons, creating a continuous cacophony.

Most of the Daliang soldiers clustered around a luxurious carriage. Three jet-black warhorses ran side by side, pulling the lavish, spacious carriage. Startled, the coachman lost control for a moment, causing the carriage to spin in place, while the pale yellow tassel lanterns on it swung wildly up and down.

Fang Shenghu and Meng Yuquan’s men couldn’t even get close to the carriage.

“Zhao Boping is inside that carriage!”

Fang Shenghu pressed a hand to his chest, his eyes full of hatred as he stared at the carriage. “That dog of a traitor is the mastermind behind the general’s death. If he escapes, you and the children are doomed! Once he regroups, we won’t have another chance!”

With that, Fang Shenghu shoved Duan Qingshan aside, staggering forward with his blade, ready to charge.

Seeing Fang Shenghu’s blood-stained back, Ye Tian spoke: “Duan Qingshan!”

“Yes!”

Without hesitation, Duan Qingshan drew the sword at his waist. His aura surged with killing intent as he charged toward the carriage.

His speed was astonishing.

One man and a sword moved like a fish in water, flowing effortlessly. Wherever he passed, Daliang soldiers fell before him.

The Daliang soldiers panicked, shouting: “Protect the Prince’s Uncle!”

“The Prince’s Uncle commands: kill the rebels and receive a thousand taels of gold!”

Before Duan Qingshan could even reach the carriage, masters appeared to block him. He fought them, restricted on all sides, unable to approach the carriage even a step further.

Zhao Boping’s carriage had already reached the valley entrance. On the cliffs at the mouth of the valley, huge boulders rumbled.

“Boom!”

“Boom… boom…”

The ground trembled beneath their feet, ice and snow flying in all directions.

The horses, panicked, screamed in terror.

Liao Fanjun said, “Young Master, the valley entrance is blocked. That dog Zhao Boping won’t escape now. Heaven really favors us today.”

“Today, either he dies or I do!”

Finishing his words, Liao Fanjun raised his long blade and charged into the battlefield with excitement.

Ye Tian glanced at the distant cliffs, shrouded in smoky haze, barely visible. The Daliang soldiers in the valley were either dead or wounded, and many fled in panic.

Meanwhile…

Zhao Boping’s carriage barreled straight toward Ye Tian, and the number of people by his side was steadily dwindling.

“Ye Tian?”

A mocking, low male voice came from inside the carriage.

It sounded calm, as if everything was under control. The carriage curtains were left closed, yet the voice continued: “You really think a bunch of mangy dogs like you can ambush me?”

“Hehe… Xiao Haoyang, that fool, can’t even handle an idiot like you. Looks like this city lord title isn’t even worth holding onto!”

Sun Wuji followed behind Ye Tian.

He frowned at the carriage ahead, a thoughtful expression on his ruddy face.

The old man’s eyes flickered with sharp insight. He quietly stepped forward half a pace, close to Ye Tian’s shoulder, and whispered, “Hey… he knows you?”

“Why doesn’t he talk to me, old man?”

“How about you negotiate with him, see if I can borrow that carriage for a couple of days?”

Sun Wuji rubbed his hands in excitement, full of envy.

Ye Tian was speechless.

This old man didn’t even realize the person was trying to kill him—borrow the carriage?

Ye Tian said, “Don’t talk!”

Sun Wuji felt insulted, thinking Ye Tian was looking down on him. He rolled his eyes and stomped his feet: “Cheapskate!”

Then he crossed his arms and turned his back to Ye Tian in a huff.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Boping had thought he could intimidate Ye Tian a little. But after all that, Ye Tian didn’t react at all—he was even chatting nonchalantly with those around him.

Zhao Boping said coldly, “Master Geng, it’s your turn!”

“Kill Ye Tian!”

No sooner had the words fallen than a huge man in brownish-yellow fur appeared from behind the carriage. His long hair flowed freely, and he held a broad sword with hands wide as ten fingers. His aura was as deep and still as dead water, giving people a shiver down their spines.

The moment he appeared, Sun Wujiu’s expression instantly turned serious. He recognized him.

This man was here to kill Ye Tian—the idiot in front of him. And this hairy giant… could he be the “number one in the world” that Ye Tian had mentioned?

Sun Wujiu slowly lowered his crossed arms, eyes narrowing, and muttered, “Not bad… finally, someone who can take a beating!”

He was practically bouncing with anticipation.

He glanced at Ye Tian, then craned his neck and whispered, “Little brat, if I kill the people in the carriage, does that mean the carriage will be mine?”

“Of course!”

Ye Tian replied.

Sun Wujiu’s face lit up with joy. He imagined himself driving this carriage around Sifang City with his little apprentice, feeling utterly majestic.

“You said so yourself!”

“No backing out!”

Sun Wujiu’s expression grew serious as he double-checked.

Before he could make a move, a graceful figure in black armor, wielding a silver spear, leapt directly toward Master Nie.

Meng Yuquan?

Ye Tian’s pupils contracted as he watched Meng Yuquan intently.

Their weapons clashed, sparks flying. The duel between masters was too fast—Ye Tian watched anxiously, unable to tell if Meng Yuquan would win.

Sun Wujiu was beside himself with frustration.

He gnawed his teeth in rage. “This little girl, meddling in my business! It’s driving me crazy!”

“Driving me crazy!”

“This carriage is clearly mine—I spotted it first, and she’s stealing it from me!”

He stomped his feet, flailing his messy hair like a maniac, yelling, “I don’t care! I’m killing the people in the carriage first, then the carriage is mine!”

In the next instant, a pale blur shot past. Before anyone could react, Sun Wujiu charged alone into the Dalang army, grabbing Zhao Boping by the neck and lifting him straight out of the carriage.

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

The Dalang soldiers were terrified, not knowing what to do.

Qin Fengyi’s men froze in place—such terrifying strength, who could this person be?

Liao Fanjun and the others were stunned. When had someone so powerful appeared beside the heir?

Even the guards around the carriage hadn’t reacted yet. Each scrambled to draw their weapons, eyes wide in horror as they watched Sun Wujiu.

Sun Wujiu, his white hair flying, dressed in ragged clothes, held Zhao Boping’s neck as if he were picking up a chick.

His expression was indifferent. Looking at Zhao Boping, his eyes seemed to be inspecting some disgusting creature.

“I’m going to crush you. Got anything to say?” Sun Wujiu said, frowning.

He was always ruthless and spoke little. Were it not for the carriage, he wouldn’t even give this dog a chance to speak.

Zhao Boping’s face turned purple, veins bulging on his forehead. The suffocating pressure made him dizzy, and the smell of iron rust filled his nostrils—a scent of death.

He was terrified out of his mind, clutching Sun Wujiu’s sleeve, pleading continuously, “Senior… I… I… Dalang State…”

“Let me go!”

“Let me go!”

His voice trembled. Zhao Boping had never imagined that despite a lifetime of greed and fear of death, and countless bodyguards at his command, one day he would be caught alone in an army and his life taken like this.