I landed on my toes, and the yin winds rose up on both sides of the Liantian Bridge. The sound of water, like the voices of ghosts passing by, suddenly rose from beneath the bridge, as if countless people were passing beneath it.

Naihe Bridge! (Bridge of Helplessness)

When I came, the carriage crushed the roadside gravel, and I heard the sound of water under the Liantian Bridge. I didn't see the two Yellow Turban Warriors.

The house I had just broken into must have been the key point of some kind of feng shui formation. I took the bride away, and the feng shui formation was activated.

There should be a landslide dam or something similar above the side of the Liantian Bridge. The resentful corpses left the mountain peak, and the water passed over the Liantian Bridge.

The lake water above flowed down, and yin energy filled the area around the Liantian Bridge, turning it into the Naihe Bridge.

All the two Yellow Turban Warriors had to do was knock us off the bridge.

As my right hand reached for the handle of the Zhanming Blade, the rustling yin wind swept past me, and the whistling sound was like a ghostly hand pulling at the spirit talisman on the horse's head. If the talisman fell, the horse would surely be startled.

As my eyes narrowed slightly, the two Yellow Turban Warriors slowly raised their axes and hammers, and a bone-chilling killing intent rushed towards me.

A pressure I had never felt before advanced like a tidal wave, and the two spirit talismans on the horse's head fluttered down under the pull of the yin wind.

I drew both blades at the same time, extending my arms outwards, and brought both blades down, directly cutting off the carriage shafts. Before the shafts could fall, I suddenly turned the blades around, and the tips plunged directly into the horse’s backside.

In its agony, the horse dragged the two shafts and charged madly towards the Yellow Turban Warriors.

I grabbed the Zhanming Blade, dragging it behind me, and continuously stepped on the broken cloth, chasing closely behind the horse, rushing towards my opponents.

Seeing the horse charging, the Yellow Turban Warrior turned the head of his golden mace towards the ground, using it as a support, and took a half-step forward.

As the horse charged, the Yellow Turban Warrior swung the mace upwards, and the football-sized golden head, carrying a whistling wind, struck the horse's jaw from below.

The horse's head shattered on the spot, and the headless corpse reared back under the impact of the mace. The other Yellow Turban Warrior's giant axe also slashed down, and the bright blade split the horse's corpse in two.

As the horse's corpse, sent flying by the force, fell to either side of the Liantian Bridge, I stepped into the rain of blood and approached the Yellow Turban Warrior who was retreating after retracting his axe.

I had already calculated the Yellow Turban Warrior's weaknesses before making my move.

The Yellow Turban Warriors were burly and possessed astonishing brute strength, and they guarded the Liantian Bridge.

If I clashed head-on with them, I would never be able to withstand their charge. The only way was to exploit their weaknesses.

The golden mace and the cartwheel axe were both long-handled weapons. The Liantian Bridge was narrow, so they would have to retract their weapons after one move, and that would be my chance to strike.

The Yellow Turban Warrior with the giant axe saw me approaching and knew that it was too late to retract the cartwheel axe that had already been embedded in the ground. As he dragged the axe handle backwards, the Nine-Ring Zhanming Blade in my hand slashed down towards his head.

The Yellow Turban Warrior abandoned his axe and crossed his arms to meet the blade, revealing a pair of iron bracers in his sleeves.

The Yellow Turban Warriors were fully armed. These bracers alone were enough to block the weapons of most martial artists.

The moment the bracers appeared before my eyes, the true energy in my hand surged, and the nine rings on the blade vibrated violently. The piercing sound pierced the opponent's ears, and the Yellow Turban Warrior's movements were noticeably slower by half a beat. Before his arms could cross into position, the Zhanming Blade had already slashed down fiercely.

The blade passed, and both of his hands flew off. The Zhanming Blade continued forward, piercing through the top of his head until it stopped at his neck.

Although my blade was extremely fierce, I was still two steps away from him. Only half of the blade had cut into the top of his head. As soon as I landed a blow, I immediately withdrew the blade and retreated.

Without even looking at the golden mace warrior, I jumped sideways off the Liantian Bridge. The moment my body was suspended in the air, a gust of wind carrying the stench of blood swept across the top of my head.

If I had been half a beat slower, I would have ended up like the horse, with a golden mace smashing my head and leaving me with no body to bury.

After jumping off the Liantian Bridge, I stabbed the blade horizontally into the mountain wall, and hung in the air holding onto the blade.

The sound of the Yellow Turban Warrior's footsteps on the edge of the Liantian Bridge suddenly came from above my head.

I grabbed the mountain wall with one hand, retracted the blade with the other, and pressed my feet against the cracks in the mountain wall, clinging to it like a gecko.

I had just stabilized my body when I heard the sound of the golden mace whistling through the air, suddenly crashing down beside me.

I merely tilted my head to see the football-sized golden mace slam into the mountain wall a meter away from me. The clods of earth sent flying by the mace struck my body continuously, and dull thuds followed.

Did the Yellow Turban Warrior have vision problems?

Was he listening?

As these two thoughts flashed through my mind, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

The golden mace smashed open the mountain wall, and stones would fly in all directions. The sound of the stones hitting my body would be different. The Yellow Turban Warrior could determine my location by sound. His next strike would definitely be aimed at the top of my head.