King of Hundred Victories Saber

His gaze was resolute, emanating an undeniable authority, declaring to the Wokou: Today, you shall not harm Lan Xiaodie in the slightest!

Sato Taro, seeing someone blocking the way, was furious, like an enraged lion.

Pointing his saber at Lan Xiaodie, he angrily questioned Liao Pei: ”Old man, haven’t you always despised this monster to the core? Why do you stop us now? Could it be you’ve been bewitched by her mind?”

His tone was full of provocation and disdain, mocking Liao Pei and the others’ foolishness.

Liao Pei’s face was stern as frost, and a firm sense of justice emanated from his eyes.

He said coldly, ”Hmph, even if we hate her, she is still a person of Central Earth. But you Wokou scoundrels, crossing oceans to come to our Central Earth, burning, killing, looting, committing every evil, your crimes are monstrous, a hundred times more detestable than her! Today, we will eliminate you Wokou first, to rid the people of Central Earth of harm, then deal with Lan Xiaodie.”

With that, he stamped his foot hard on the ground, stirring up dust.

The fiercely indignant Liao Pei immediately unleashed the ”Long Arm Fist”.

His arms moved like two agile serpents in the air, carrying tremendous power, swiftly assaulting Sato Taro.

The fist wind roared, tearing the air wherever it passed, making a ”sizzle” sound.

Sato Taro saw Liao Pei’s aggressive onslaught, a trace of apprehension flashed in his eyes, but as a Wokou leader, how could he easily show weakness?

He snorted coldly, tightly gripping the Japanese Saber, unleashing ”Windward Slash”. His body turned like a whirlwind, the saber glinting with a cold light, like lightning, cut toward Liao Pei’s neck. The saber wind was fierce, and the air was filled with a strong killing intent.

Seeing this, Liao Pei was calm and unhurried. His body flashed, like a phantom, skillfully evading Sato Taro’s attack.

Simultaneously, his right fist, like a cannonball, carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, struck towards Sato Taro’s chest.

This punch contained Liao Pei’s profound Inner Strength, causing the surrounding air to vibrate wherever the fist wind reached.

Sato Taro saw Liao Pei’s fist coming with immense power, was startled, but showed no fear.

He fiercely blocked with the saber, the blade glinting coldly in the sunlight, resembling a silver lightning bolt.

”Clang,” a loud noise like a booming bell reverberated, shaking the air around, sparks flew like fireworks in the night sky where fist and saber clashed. The impact forced both to step back a few paces, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Sato Taro and Liao Pei locked eyes, filled with caution, like two beasts facing off, ready to pounce.

Immediately, they swiftly leaped towards each other again.

”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan saw that Liao Pei and Sato Taro were already locked in an intense struggle, he tightened his grip on the Dual Blades, which gleamed coldly, like two agile silver butterflies dancing in the wind. Letting out a shout, his body moved like lightning toward Takahashi Senbin. Takahashi Senbin, not to be outdone, wielded the Japanese Saber, muttering incantations, unleashing the fierce blade technique ”Windward Slash”.

In an instant, the exchange of blades and swords created an overwhelming spectacle, dazzling to the eyes. Each clash emitted a crisp yet deadly sound, echoing across the vast grassland, startling the nearby birds into a frantic escape.

Lie Quan’s Dual Blades techniques were unpredictable, sometimes attacking with the force of a storm, sometimes maneuvering as gently as a spring breeze; Takahashi Senbin’s Japanese Saber was like a venomous snake, each move deadly, where the saber wind passed, the grass blades snapped.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong took a deep breath, utilizing the Inner Power of the ”Six Harmonies True Scripture”.

Instantly, the aura around him transformed, like a volcano about to erupt, brimming with immense power.

His palms gradually turned a faint red, exuding a scorching aura as if igniting the surrounding air.

He unleashed the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm”, his movements creating waves of heat, like a surging tide, attacking Suzuki Sanroku.

Suzuki Sanroku saw Wu Zhong’s fierce approach as if Mount Tai was crushing down. Although startled, as a top Wokou fighter, how could he easily retreat?

He performed the ”Windward Slash”, attempting to use this fierce saber technique to block Wu Zhong’s attack.

Wu Zhong’s Palm Force was fierce and unmatched, each palm strike carried the force of mountains and seas, seemingly shattering the earth; Suzuki Sanroku’s saber technique was sharp and vicious, the Japanese Saber slicing through the air with cold glints, like flashes of lightning.

The collision of palm and saber wind emitted a ”whoosh” sound, like a roaring gale, stirring up the dust on the ground into a sky-covering cloud, blinding everyone’s eyes.

Seeing this, the other Wokou swung their Japanese Sabers wildly, like a marauding herd of beasts, baring their fangs and claws, pouncing at everyone.

Their eyes were filled with greed and ferocity, letting out waves of roaring.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong reacted quickly, swiftly drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, the arrowhead flashing with a cold glint, like a frigid star in the night sky.

He channeled his Inner Strength, focused his mind, and released the arrow. It shot out like a meteor chasing the moon, with a sharp sound cutting through the air, toward a Wokou.

The Wokou couldn’t evade in time, only to hear a ”thud” as the arrow pierced his throat. He let out a cry, clutching his throat with both hands, blood gushing between his fingers. After staggering a few steps, he crashed to the ground, dead.