King of Hundred Victories Saber

At the same time, the three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association formed the ”Miao Blade Armor-Breaking Seventeen Forms” battle array.

This battle array was created by the heroic woman Qi Meizhen, specialized in breaking through heavy armor. At this moment, three thousand Miao Blades unsheathed simultaneously, their brilliance reflecting off the snow, chilling to the bone. ”Kill!” With a command, the battle array rotated like a meat grinder, the Miao Blades whirling, bringing with them violent winds of blood and gore.

The Brocade Spring Blade Array of the Jinyi Guard was not to be underestimated either, their synchronized cries of battle creating a dense forest of saber light, impenetrable.

Yet, the Heroic Sakura Association disciples’ Miao Blades were cunning and vicious, targeting the lower parts, often able to cut off the enemy’s legs before their blades could even reach the body.

Someone was sliced off half their head by the Miao Blade, spraying blood onto a comrade’s face; another was pierced through the abdomen by the blade tip, intestines spilling everywhere, yet still charged forward clutching the Brocade Spring Saber.

”Ah!” A Jinyi Guard screamed as he fell into a pool of blood, his legs severed completely by the Miao Blade, his hands frantically crawling over the snow, leaving long blood trails behind. Another Heroic Sakura Association disciple was about to strike him down when an arrow suddenly pierced his throat, eyes wide open as he fell in the snow, still clutching the Miao Blade tightly.

Wu Zhong fought more bravely as the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm” grew increasingly potent, shaking Wubo’s Sword Array to a humming sound.

But Wubo was no ordinary person either; the seven swords suddenly converged into one, transforming into a streak of sword light like a white silk ribbon, piercing directly at Wu Zhong’s face.

Wu Zhong couldn’t dodge, forced to meet the sword head-on with both palms.

”Pah!” Wu Zhong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, a deep, bone-revealing wound carved across his chest.

Yet he laughed heartily: ”Excellent! Again!” Ignoring his injury, he summoned tenfold of his Inner Strength, unleashing the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm” deadly move ”Ten Thousand Rivers Chasing the Sea.” As the palm wind swept through, it brought forth an ear-piercing screech, shattering Wubo’s Sword Array in one mighty strike.

Wubo’s expression changed drastically as the seven swords flew backward, one of which happened to embed itself into a Jinyi Guard’s chest.

The Jinyi Guard stared, wide-eyed and unbelieving, at the sword hilt protruding from his chest, and slowly succumbed to the snow.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wubo retreated using Lightweight Technique, yet Wu Zhong caught up, delivering a palm to his back.

”Ouch!” Wubo spat out a mouthful of blood, landing heavily on the ground. Struggling to get up, he saw Wu Zhong standing before him.

”Any last words?” Wu Zhong asked coldly.

Wubo chuckled miserably: ”The Jinyi Guard... will never let you go...” Before he could finish his sentence, he was dead.

Kang Fusheng witnessed this scene and abandoned his pursuit of Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Xiao Lingling, deploying the ”Fossil Divine Technique” against Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong engaged with ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm,” feeling unexpectedly strained, as even one move put him at a disadvantage, finding it extremely difficult to cope.

The north wind swept with shards of ice, swirling atop the crumbled remains of Feima Pass.

Wu Zhong’s palms surged with the crimson gold Inner Strength of the Six Harmonies True Scripture; when the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm” struck, it brought forth bursts of fierce gale, yet upon touching Kang Fusheng’s blue-gray palm shadow, it vanished like a bull in the ocean.

Kang Fusheng rotated his gilded thumb ring, its fingers emitting an eerie metallic sheen; wherever the ”Fossil Divine Technique” passed, bricks and stone crumbled into dust, even the falling snowflakes condensed into sharp ice crystals mid-air.

”Such petty tricks dare to flaunt before the master!” Kang Fusheng sneered, and when his palms launched, they carried a dragon’s roar. Wu Zhong suddenly felt a mountainous force pressing down, a metallic taste surfacing in his throat, staggering back three steps, leaving half-foot-deep footprints in the snow.

His chest garment had been shattered by Inner Strength, revealing a chest covered in blue and purple bruises, each scar looking like it had been branded by molten iron. At this critical moment, Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber transformed into two blood-colored rainbows, streaking through the air.

Blood from the wound on her left shoulder soaked half her garment, yet she gritted her teeth to deploy the ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique.”

The short saber spat like a venomous snake, the long saber soared like a startled swan skimming the water, seven saber shadows interwoven into a net, striking directly at Kang Fusheng’s throat.

”Villain, don’t be arrogant!” Her scream carried heavy panting, the sharp slicing of the air from the saber edge clashing with Kang Fusheng’s sneer, sparking a deafening metallic clash.

Kang Fusheng backhanded a palm strike, at the moment the palm wind collided with the Mandarin Duck Saber, Xiao Lingling felt a stinging pain in her tiger’s mouth, the long saber nearly slipping from her grasp.

She quickly channeled Inner Strength, her dual blades suddenly changed moves, executing the ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique” deadly move ”Blood Shadow Chain.”

Seven saber lights spun like wheels, weaving a scarlet curtain of blades around Kang Fusheng.

However, Kang Fusheng neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the saber light to slash at his body, emitting sounds akin to metal striking stone.

”Is this all you have?” Kang Fusheng smiled grimly, suddenly flicking out five cyan glows from his fingertips.

Wu Zhong shouted, unleashing the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm” with full force, seeing the palm force clash with the cyan glows, erupting into a thunderous roar.

The shockwave lifted surrounding snow, revealing web-like cracks on the ground.

Xiao Lingling seized the opportunity, pressing forward stealthily, stabbing the Mandarin Duck Saber at Kang Fusheng’s ribs, only to see the opponent’s skin suddenly harden like steel, leaving merely a shallow white mark upon the saber’s slash.

Kang Fusheng caught Xiao Lingling’s short saber with a backhand grab. ”Break for me!” With a ferocious shout, the short saber shattered piece by piece in his grip. Xiao Lingling’s face changed dramatically, retreating hastily, yet the ”Fossil Divine Technique” of Kang Fusheng was already in relentless pursuit.

Wu Zhong saw this, recklessly charging forward, launching ”Demon-Suppressing Triple Waves” with his double palms.

Three surges of robust palm force overlapped, yet merely causing Kang Fusheng to retreat half a step.

”Courting death!” Murderous intent flickered in Kang Fusheng’s eyes, his palms flashing like lightning, instantly striking seven vital points on Wu Zhong’s body.

Wu Zhong groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, collapsing into the snow.

Xiao Lingling cried out sorrowfully, raising her sole remaining long saber, deploying ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique” ultimate kill move ”Blood Cleansing Heaven and Earth.”