King of Hundred Victories Saber

With a command given, Liao Pei’s blood surged with excitement, as he rubbed his fists and palms together, the aura emanating from him pulsated endlessly like tumultuous ocean waves.

He unleashed his signature skill ”Long Arm Fist”, as his arms seemed to be mystically lengthened in an instant, carrying a sharp whistling wind like a black lightning bolt, rapidly attacking a nearby Daoist.

The Daoist was evidently battle-hardened, reacting swiftly by raising his sword to block. However, Liao Pei’s punch was exceedingly powerful, full of force, so much so that the Daoist’s arm went numb, the tiger’s mouth cracked open, and his sword nearly fell out of his grasp.

In that moment, Liao Pei seized the opportunity to pursue his advantage, deploying a mighty move from ”Long Arm Fist” called ”Ferocious Tiger Descends the Mountain”.

Only to see his right fist raised high, the fist seemed to gather enormous strength there, carrying a force like an overwhelming mountain, howling directly towards the Daoist’s chest. The Daoist’s complexion instantly turned pale, stunned with fright, wanting to evade but already too late.

With a heavy ”bang”, Liao Pei’s punch struck the Daoist’s chest, sending him flying backward like a kite with its string cut, tracing a mournful arc through the air, blood gushing from his mouth, heavily crashing to the ground, dead at the scene.

But in this lightning-fast moment, the surrounding ”Ghost Shadow Sect” Daoists swiftly moved their steps, and the eerie Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array instantaneously activated, enclosing Liao Pei tightly within.

With several urgent ”swish swish swish” sword cries, resembling the hoot of night owls, Liao Pei failed to dodge in time, and his left arm, right chest, and back were slashed with several wounds by the sharp long swords, blood pouring, instantly dyeing his clothes red.

Liao Pei cried out in agony, struggling mightily within the sword array, left and right.

Lie Quan saw the situation, rage swelling in his heart, waving the ”Heaven and Earth Saber” in his hands, the blades moving, the knife-light flickering, resembling two nimble and deadly silver snakes, reflecting captivating light in the sunlight.

His figure was agile and flexible, darting through the enemy crowd like a phantom, each blade he swung brought forth a scene of blood and gore.

His gaze was sharp like a hawk, spotting a flaw in one Daoist, and his dual blades rushed towards the Daoist like a violent storm.

The Daoist tried his utmost to defend, the sword and the blades clashed producing sparks, but ultimately couldn’t withstand Lie Quan’s fierce blade technique, finally being slashed on the thigh by Lie Quan. The Daoist screamed and fell to the ground, clutching the wound with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers, rolling on the ground in pain.

However, another Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array quickly encircled Lie Quan within. Luckily, Lie Quan wielded dual blades, with superb blade skills and unyielding fighting spirit, avoiding suffering injuries from relying merely on fists like Liao Pei.

But in this Nine Palaces Sword Array, nine swords against two blades, each time their weapons intersected, it made the tiger’s mouths of Lie Quan’s hands ache, his arms numb.

He gritted his teeth, sweat beads as big as beans rolled down his forehead, yet he continued to swing the dual blades fiercely, engaging in a life-or-death battle with the enemies.

Wu Zhong witnessed his comrades in peril, flames of fury igniting in his heart, wielding the illustrious ”Six Harmonies True Scripture” Divine Skill at full power.

His palms emanated a faint red glow, as if scorched by roaring flames, emitting a blistering aura.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, striking a Daoist with one palm, the palm wind howling, like a sudden gale rising from the ground. The Daoist failed to evade, struck by the powerful palm force, flew backward like a cannonball, heavily crashing to the ground, spewing blood, dead at the scene.

Wu Zhong followed up with the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm”, drawing circles with his left palm in the air, pushing out his right palm accordingly, the palm force transforming unpredictably, combining hardness and softness.

Another Daoist was struck by him, feeling as though his internal organs were fiercely hit by a hammer, intolerable pain, dying instantly, his death grim.

In a blink, yet another Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array encircled Wu Zhong within.

Wu Zhong trapped within the array, his expression heavy, knowing the power of this sword array, yet showing no fear, harnessing his power entirely, his palms constantly striking out, attempting to find a flaw in the sword array.

Xiao Lingling wielded the ”Mandarin Duck Saber”, her dual blades matched seamlessly, each move showing incredible skill.

She shouted charmingly, akin to a pink lightning bolt charging towards a Daoist, her short blade like a spiritual snake extending its tongue, stabbing directly at the opponent’s throat, while the long blade sliced horizontally at the opponent’s waist like a rainbow piercing the sun.