King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lie Quan sheathed his saber and looked at Jin Buhuan’s corpse, letting out a long breath.

The heavy rain washed away the bloodstains from the saber’s blade, while the Eight Trigrams Diagram continued to flow with golden light.

He raised his head, eyes filled with determination as he gazed at the formation’s core, whispering, ”Yang Yinglong, you’re next.”

At this moment, shouts and cries echoed throughout the formation, blood mixed with rainwater flowing through the grooves of the Profound Iron, as this battle between good and evil spread towards a more tragic direction. The torrential rain poured down, with miasma swirling within the Profound Iron Bagua Array. The Red-bearded Lord shook his Poison Dragon Whip, whose five bifurcated serpent mouths spewed thick green mist, its putrid stench causing many to almost retch.

He shrieked as he swung the long whip, and the poisonous mist of the ”Poison Dragon Piercing the Heavens” rolled and surged like a living creature. Wherever it passed, the surface of the Profound Iron Pillar sizzled, showing erosive marks: ”Central Plains Martial Artist, taste the heart-eating poison of Miaojiang!”

Wu Zhong’s iron palm exuded a bronze glow, with ancient talismanic runes flowing between the lines of his palm. As an Elder of the Heroic Sakura Association, he lowered his stance, his robes fluttering with an unseen force, resembling a descending Vajra.

His eyes widened, and his angry shout caused the rain curtain to pause momentarily: ”The evil arts of Miaojiang dare to run rampant in Central Plains? Witness my Demon Subduing Divine Palm!” As his voice fell, the technique ”Demon Suppression and Demon Slaying” thunderously struck out, and the palm wind exploded, splitting the encroaching poisonous mist into a three-foot chasm.

Seeing this, the Red-bearded Lord’s pupils contracted, and he shrieked while his Poison Dragon Whip spun furiously.

The five serpent mouths simultaneously spewed venomous mist, intertwining into a fierce shadow of a poison dragon, whose foul breath, mixed with corrosive poison, pressed forwards like an overwhelming tide.

Wu Zhong snorted coldly, crossing his palms to launch ”Demon Suppressing Heart,” unfolding a dazzling golden shield in front of him. The poisonous mist collided with the shield, emitting a piercing ”sizzle” sound, turning into white smoke.

”Petty tricks!” Wu Zhong roared, his figure darting forward like an arrow leaving the string.

His iron palm flipped like lightning, and ”Clouds Surging Heavenward” carried an overwhelming force aiming directly at the Red-bearded Lord’s face. Venerable Poison Dragon shrieked as he sidestepped, his Poison Dragon Whip coiling like a Spiritual Snake towards Wu Zhong’s lower body.

However, Wu Zhong neither dodged nor avoided; his right palm suddenly turned into a claw, gripping the whip’s serpent mouth, while his left palm struck forth with ”Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains.” The palm wind hit the Red-bearded Lord’s chest, producing a ”crack” sound as several ribs shattered with a crisp sound.

The Red-bearded Lord screamed as he flew backward, yet in the moment of landing, he threw out the Hundred Poison Pouch from his waist.

A swarm of insects erupted like black clouds, accompanied by a bone-chilling screech, enveloping Wu Zhong within the black mist of ”Ten Thousand Insect Devour the Heavens.”

Wu Zhong’s expression remained unchanged, his palms waved continuously, and the shadow of ”Move Mountains Fill Seas” spun like a wheel, each strike causing the insects to explode into bits.

He suddenly took a deep breath, using his full power, and his palms launched ”Overturning Rivers and Seas.”

The mighty palm wind surged like a tidal wave, shattering the insects to pieces, and blasted a large hole through the black mist.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Red-bearded Lord turned to flee.

How could Wu Zhong let him succeed? He tapped the ground with his toes, his figure chasing like a specter, and his iron palm clasped the opponent’s neck like steel pincers: ”Trying to escape? Too late!” The ”Evil Spirit Piercing Bone” Inner Strength flowed through his fingertips into the Red-bearded Lord’s body, causing him to emit a piercing scream. Black blood slowly oozed from his seven apertures, and his veins felt like they were being devoured by ten thousand ants. Though his Poison Dragon Whip still twitched and struggled, the serpent mouths could no longer spew even a trace of poison mist.

”Today, you shall know that Central Plains martial arts will not tolerate your evil running rampant!” Wu Zhong intoned heavily, delivering a final ”Demon Subduing Break Mountain” on the Red-bearded Lord’s back.

With a ”boom,” the Red-bearded Lord flew like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the Profound Iron Pillar.

The talisman on the surface of the Profound Iron Pillar was stained with fresh blood, emitting a mournful sound, as the Red-bearded Lord convulsed a few times before his breath ceased, and the Poison Dragon Whip he wielded stopped moving entirely.

The torrential rain washed over the battlefield, with blood mixed with poisonous mist flowing on the ground, forming strange dark green patterns.

Wu Zhong stood firmly in place, his iron palm still glowing with an ancient light. He looked at the Red-bearded Lord’s corpse, snorting coldly: ”The wretched ones of Miaojiang, just so!” Turning around, he headed towards the more intense fighting within the formation, with the Heroic Sakura Association’s battle flag flapping in the rain, resembling an immovable mountain.

Heavy rain shot like silver arrows, while within the Profound Iron Array, cold fog surged, merging with the scarlet blood water into a bewitching purple haze.

Wu Zhongzhi’s beloved wife Xiao Lingling, clad in a moon-white robe over a vermilion soft armor, with a jade mandarin duck pendant swaying on a golden silk sash at her waist, and jasmine hairpin stained with blood in her hair, looked even more delicate.

Her brows slightly furrowed, almond eyes wide open with stubborn defiance, sweat beads glistened on the tip of her petite nose, and her cheeks, flushed from the fierce battle, bore a few droplets of blood, reminiscent of red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

”Madam Bingpo” Leng Wuxin flicked her broad sleeves, and the ice crystal bracelet on her wrist jingled. Twelve ice shards suddenly burst from her palm, condensing mid-air into ghastly white skulls, with hollow eye sockets flickering with ghostly blue flames: ”Do Central Plains youngsters dare to show off in front of Madam Bingpo?” Before the words fell, the pressure of ”Profound Ice Shattering the Heavens” was like Mount Tai pressing down, freezing the ground into spider-web ice patterns, even forming menacing ice thorns on the surface of the Profound Iron Pillars it passed.

Xiao Lingling lightly tapped her toes in the pooled water, and the splashed water droplets condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air. The saber wind stirred by the swirling Mandarin Duck Saber twisted the nearby rain curtain into fine snowflakes.

She had practiced the ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique” diligently since childhood; her movements were as light as a swallow, dual blades in her hands like extensions of her arms, with blade light swirling as her attire flailed. At times, she spun her body to cleave, her vermilion skirt billowing like blossoming peonies; at times, she sidestepped to thrust, her silhouette beneath the moon-white lining as agile as a butterfly fluttering among flowers.