"Da da da"

Five days later, on the winding and smooth official road, a chestnut horse galloped, kicking up a cloud of dust.

On the horse's back, a fair-skinned and beautiful woman with spring in her eyes, tightened the reins and squeezed the horse's belly, whipping the horse while rising and falling with its movements.

"Whoa!"

She stopped at the side of the official road, staring at the empty space in front of her, her pupils unfocused.

In Yi Chuanmei's vision, there was a 3D projection map. It depicted mountains, dense forests, villages, and official roads, among which was a group of red words: Divine Sword Manor.

The location of Divine Sword Manor was the permission granted by The Way of the Extraordinary after completing the side quest. The route was on the left, through that forest. A half-hour ride ahead.

Yi Chuanmei sat on horseback, looking to the left.

At the end of her sight was a forest. But the road leading to the forest was potholed and overgrown with weeds. There was no solid road for horses to run on.

There used to be a road here, but Divine Sword Manor was destroyed, and no one had visited it for three years. The original road had long been abandoned. Yi Chuanmei pondered for a moment, then dismounted. With a gentle tap on the horse's forehead, the yellowish-brown horse neighed in fright, "Da da da," and left the official road.

It ran towards the forest. Yi Chuanmei ran nimbly through the weedy wasteland, closely chasing after it. Near the forest, the galloping yellowish-brown horse suddenly collapsed. Foaming at the mouth, its limbs twitched. Yi Chuanmei cautiously approached and saw colorful poisonous snakes wandering under the grass. The scales reflected the sunlight, and a slender, colorful ring snake was biting the yellowish-brown horse's neck.

Obviously, an Extraordinary had arrived at Divine Sword Manor in advance and set a trap on the way. Yi Chuanmei tsked softly and frowned. He hated traps the most, because Illusionists had neither strong defense nor agile skills, let alone terrifying healing abilities. One wrong move, and he could easily be caught off guard and die in a trap set by a companion or enemy.

He took a few steps back, sprinted, leaped, and jumped over the area where poisonous snakes were coiled. Continuing forward for a few more minutes, he saw a scorched giant pit ahead. Several fragmented corpses were scattered around the edge. Knowing how to bury landmines, it seemed to be a Fire Master with a brain. No... a Fire Fiend...

Yi Chuanmei muttered to himself, the Orderly profession had also arrived at Divine Sword Manor. The Yellow Banner Escort Agency had been delayed for two days in the inn. And because of the heavy rain, they stopped to rest and spent a night in the Yi Manor. Plus, after he escaped from the Yi Manor, he hid to recuperate for a night. If the other few Escort teams traveled at full speed, they should have arrived two days earlier than him.

The Orderly and Free factions might have already been fighting at Divine Sword Manor for two days. He wondered how the battle was going. Thinking of this, Yi Chuanmei felt a little anxious, so he grabbed a feather-woven coat and draped it over his back. This item was called Eagle Feather, a Beast King quality item. Its function was to transform into an eagle for five minutes! Eagle form had weak attack power, so the quality was average. But five minutes of flying ability was a dream auxiliary skill for a Saint. In an instant.

The feather cloak merged into his skin, sprouting feathers. His clothes were torn, his two beautiful legs twisted, narrowed, and turned into eagle claws, his arms spread out into three-meter-long wings. His charming face changed drastically, growing fluff and feathers, his pupils turned into golden vertical pupils. His delicate lips hardened into a sharp beak... He transformed into a huge eagle, spreading his wings and soaring. He flew over the forest, over the mountains, towards Divine Sword Manor. Soon, a large complex of buildings appeared in Yi Chuanmei's vision. This was a very magnificent ancient manor, occupying a vast area, but it had been abandoned for some years. Wildly growing plants covered the pavilions and towers.

Weeds grew in the cracks of the bluestone bricks, the water in the source pool had dried up, and the eaves of the pavilions were covered with fallen leaves, a scene of desolation. Yi Chuanmei circled in the distance, the eagle form giving him excellent vision, observing the scene inside the manor. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. He saw more than a dozen corpses lying scattered on the main road of the manor. As he expected, the other teams had arrived at the manor earlier and started the conflict. The Sword Pavilion in the west courtyard looked like a three-story pagoda from the outside, built with a mixture of blue bricks and wood.

With pointed roofs and flying eaves, it was grand and magnificent. Inside the Sword Pavilion, there were no tables or chairs. In the center of the 50-meter-diameter circular space, countless swords were inserted densely. From the material, they could be divided into bronze swords, brass swords, stone swords, iron swords, and adamantine swords. From the form, they could be divided into Han swords, octagonal Tang swords, greatswords, short swords, and mandarin duck swords. A red-haired youth stood proudly at the entrance of the pavilion, vigilantly examining the movements outside. He was wearing the striking attire of the Dart Agency, with fiery red half-finger gloves on his hands. His features were handsome, but his eyebrows were filled with irritability, as if he would jump up and hit someone at the slightest disagreement. Behind him, a few meters away, sat a youth wearing black tight-fitting clothes with white waves embroidered on his chest. His eyebrows were gloomy, his face pale. At first glance, he was the kind of person who was moody and difficult to get along with. Nearby were six or seven heavily injured individuals, sitting in meditation to recuperate. They were all wearing black attire, members of the Distant Sea Dart Agency. The gloomy-eyed youth looked up at the red-haired boy at the door and said angrily, "You're all trash. Jiang Ju, you're also trash. How could I be matched with such scum?" The cold voice was filled with anger and impatience. The situation for the Orderly faction was very critical. Among the five teams, only the Distant Sea Dart Agency and the Crimson Flame Dart Agency had successfully arrived at Divine Sword Manor. Among the remaining three teams, the Nimble Ape Dart Agency and the Three Swords Dart Agency were destroyed on the way. The Orderly Extraordinary returned to The Way of the Extraordinary. The evil profession lurking in the team successfully completed the side quest and arrived at Divine Sword Manor with a coffin.

And the Fire Duke Jiang Jun of the Crimson Flame Dart Agency. Although he arrived at Divine Sword Manor, he was driven out of the dart agency. He was calculated by the Free profession in the team during the escort. He was turned into a werewolf by a werewolf. He was besieged by the members of the dart agency and had no choice but to break through the encirclement and arrive at Divine Sword Manor in advance. Currently, the only one who has completed the side quest is the Distant Sea Dart Agency, but the Distant Sea

Dart Agency and the Fire Duke were besieged by four evil professions and the Dart Masters of the Crimson Flame Dart Agency at Divine Sword Manor.

Du Mulan's escorted coffin was snatched, so she retreated into the Sword Pavilion while fighting, relying on the sword formation here to resist the enemy. Barely surviving. "Shut up!" Jiang Ju frowned, suppressing his irritable temper. "Emotionally, I hate messy multiple-player dungeons for no reason. The Fire Masters of the Crimson Flame Dart Agency are simply brainless. They believe whatever people say. But fortunately, the Yellow Banner Dart Agency hasn't arrived yet. We may not lose." Now it was two against four, they had no chance of winning. They could only rely on the Sword Pavilion to hold on. The Yellow Banner Agency becoming Orderly proved to be the key to their resurrection. ... The youth with gloomy temperament said, "Never, ever put your hopes on others. If the Yellow Banner Dart Agency also loses..." He didn't finish his sentence and looked at Jiang Ju. "If the Yellow Banner Dart Agency manages to arrive at Divine Sword Manor, Jiang Ju, you are responsible for going out to meet them. You should know that the Yellow Banner Dart Agency is our last hope." "Cai Longshen, you want to use me as cannon fodder."

Jiang Ju raised his eyebrows. Not to mention when the Yellow Banner Dart Agency would arrive, he was going out to meet them alone. Facing four evil professions, it was highly unlikely that he would return alive. Cai Longshen's eyes flashed fiercely. "I don't support useless people here. If you're not willing, I won't manipulate the sword formation to help you next time they attack."

Jiang Ju's forehead bulged slightly. He looked at him for a few seconds, then laughed and said, "I'm going to beat you to death when we get out of the dungeon." Cai Longshen sneered, "Anytime." At this moment, the two heard a high-pitched voice. Outside the Sword Pavilion, an old man with white hair was sitting cross-legged in front of a black coffin, with a four-foot-long crimson blade inserted into his upper body. He was burly and sturdy, with white hair styled into a ponytail.

His eyebrows were thick and his eyes were sharp. A bewitching rune on his forehead resembled a tattoo. Although he was an old man, it was clear that he could uproot willows. Lord Liu Da. The old man raised his head and recited loudly, "Those who land behind me are friends. Those who land on the roof of the pavilion are enemies." The sound reverberated like thunder, echoing in the sky.

The giant eagle circling in the sky cried out and swooped down, landing behind the old man. The roof of the pavilion then shimmered with light, and the giant eagle transformed into a beautiful woman wearing a feather cloak. She looked at the burly old man with a smile and said, "Long time no see, Greedy God General. Oh, why are you showing your true face?" The old man with the white ponytail focused his gaze on the feather cloak, revealing a greedy and eager expression, and then turned his gaze towards Yi Chuanmei's tall and graceful figure with greed.