Spare Me, Great Lord!

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

In the night, at the border between China and India. The Yarlung Tsangpo River officially entered the flood season, fed by water dissolved from the mountain snow as temperature rose.

However, a group of seven men could still be seen standing at the spot despite the oppressive heat, wrapped in their thick jackets. They were all wearing goggles and were utterly unidentifiable. They seem more to be decked out for stealth missions than outdoor sports.

One of them looked at his watch, “The time has come, prepare to infiltrate.”

“Haha, the Heavenly Network would never expect us to take a plane specially to infiltrate here. Chen Baili is probably looking for the Matrix Eye in a remains right now!” One of them guffawed.

“They thought India’s combat effectiveness was greatly diminished, but probably don’t expect us to infiltrate from here. The line of defence in China’s South Tibet is the weakest now, it’s the perfect time for us to seize the chance and enter!”

“We still must be cautious upon entering. After accomplishing our mission, we will meet up and break through their encirclement northwest. There will be people at Zhangye coordinating with us and bring us out from the northern border,” the leader said coldly. “Synchronize our watch, equipment check!”

“There should not be any worthy opponents outside the remains. According to intelligence reports, there is only one Class C master standing guard at the fringes. It would be a piece of cake for us seven Class Cs to kill him. Only thing is, what should we do if we run into Chen Baili in the remains?”

The leader furrowed his brows, “Escape if we run into him when alone. If we run into him when we are together, who knows if he may meet his end. Move out!”

The seven jumped onto a bamboo raft one by one. Were they planning to infiltrate across the Yarlung Tsangpo River on the raft?

However, as soon as the seven got their footing, the last man sat down squarely on the raft. The calm waters beneath started churning wildly and the massive currents carried the little bamboo craft rapidly upstream without anyone helming it.

The Yarlung Tsangpo River, located in the autonomous region of Southern Tibet, is the longest river in the plateau of China. It is also one of the highest major rivers in the world.

Its source is the Chemayungdung, from a series of glaciers on the northern face of the Himalayas. The river flows eastward through four cities – Shigatse of South Tibet, Lhasa, Shannan and Linzhi, and twenty-three counties. Major tributaries along the way, in chronological order, include the Parlung Tsangpo, Nyangchu, Lhasa and Nyang River. It then traverses the Luoyu region of the eastern side of the Himalayas, then flows south into Sadiya, India, to be known as the Brahmaputra. It is also known as the Jamuna River after flowing into Bangladesh. The river joins the Ganges near the Bangladeshi town of Goalundo before finally flowing into the Indian Ocean at the Bay of Bengal. The Yarlung Tsangpo’s riverbed is mostly higher than 3000 meters above sea level, making it the highest river in the world.

The bamboo raft continued its course upstream. Six men in jackets looked through their own goggles at the terrain rushing past them. Nobody would be expecting a bamboo raft speeding upstream in the dead of the night.

“We are about to cross through the territorial boundary of China, everyone be careful,” the leader said calmly.

The rest felt a jolt of fear. The words territorial boundary of Chinaseemed to project a immensely terrifying effect upon them.

When the Beimang remains were opened, six Heavenly Kings stood guard at the gateway into China. Class B foreign forces were better to be simply chased out, but any Class below that would face far harsher actions.

When Nie Ting left, it was as if the plain was washed in blood.

However, one of them gave a light-hearted laugh, “Team leader, Chen Baili is in the remains now. Even if the place is guarded by the Heavenly Network, what can they do to us? We shall fight our way through all the way in.”

“Stop crapping and get ashore!” The team leader said quietly.

The bamboo raft drifted towards the bank. The seven men leapt deftly ashore. The leader ordered, “Check your gears again. If we are under heavy fire, cover our retreat according to our number sequence…”

However, a sigh broke the quietness of the night. The seven men were all spooked. They peered into the darkness at the direction of the sound. The team leader immediately switched on his high-power torchlight.

From the darkness, a man slowly walked out, his hands clasped together inside a black cloak. He sighed, “All of you still don’t understand my point.”

“Death shall befall any who dare to trespass into the country!” As he spoke, the man’s cloak flew up and, in the darkness, a white flash of light slashed out from his hands towards the seven.

The team leader roared in anger, “Nie Ting! Hide! Why is Nie Ting here!”

“Isn’t Nie Ting in the capital? Our information is wrong, this is a trap!”

The team leader leapt aside to avoid the danger. However, the rest behind him were not as fortunate. The slash came down with heavenly wrath, swiftly slicing two men in half, sending blood spewing into the Yarlung Tsangpo River behind them, to be promptly washed away by the turgid waves.

The remaining members fled in all direction in mortal fear. Had it been anyone else, they would have stayed and fight, but any devious plots would seem like childish jokes before the Xin Ting Marquis, the number one master of the East.

Yesterday, a bowl of newly brewed wine; today a drink with Xin Ting. The wine is indeed good, but Xin Ting, a lethal blade!

The remaining five men resorted to all means. The Class C master who was controlling the currents beneath the bamboo raft quickly drew water vapor from the air and condensed them into countless water needles. He sent the needles flying towards Nie Ting, but they were instantly dissipated by a defensive shield of air surrounding the latter.

The supercilious Class C master who had been talking arrogantly when the team was travelling smashed his palm onto the ground. From the darkness, a myriad of tentacles extended towards Nie Ting, but was reduced to nothingness with a wave of his blade.

In the past, it was not as if they had not taken on a Class B master before. It was exactly because they had successfully defeated a Class B together, hence their confidence this time!

However, the five suddenly understood a point. The Xin Ting Marquis, the number one master of the East, was completely unlike any Class B masters!

“Great success of Class B pinnacle!”

The team leader retreated frantically in fear. No longer was he concerned for the wellbeing of his teammates, only hoping that they could buy him more time. As long as he could jump into the Yarlung Tsangpo River, that would be his chance to live!

Behind him, screams of agony could be heard, once, twice … four times. Added to the two killed previously, the team leader was, by now, the only one left!

Who would expect their meticulously planned plot to be thwarted by the Marquis upon entering China’s territory!

The team leader took a leap into the river, but heard a howling swoosh of blades when midair.

Turning around, he seemed to be able to make out the Xin Ting Marquis Nie Ting’s handsome face reflected under the moonlight…and the blinding flash of a blade!

To him, all the sounds of the world seemed to cease at that very instant.

A clean and complete break!

Leaping up, he was one complete man, but what fell into the river were two entities.

Thus, the end of a team of the awakened. One has to say, not only did this team overestimated themselves, but they had also underestimated the Heavenly Network.

Keeping in his billowing cloak, Nie Ting walked back once again into the darkness, “Such a simple point, why can’t they understand?”