King of Hundred Victories Saber

This move appeared soft and gentle, yet secretly contained seventy‑two variations; the tip of the Duster pointed straight at Zhong Renwang’s eyes, throat, and other vital points.

Zhong Renwang did not dodge or evade; the corner of his mouth curled into a vicious grin as a phantom green lotus suddenly bloomed in his palm, and an incomparably mighty wave of Qi Force surged forth.

The moment Daoist Master Xuanqing’s Duster touched the Qi wave, he felt a tremendous force rush in; his wrist went numb at once and the Duster flew out of his hand.

His whole body was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, flipping three times in midair as blood gushed wildly from his mouth, and when he landed he dragged out a long bloody trail on the snow.

Emei Sect’s Nun Jingxu’s Liu Mei shot upright; with a light wave of her jade-like hand, the Heaven-Breaking Sword turned into a streak of cold light as she unleashed ”Golden Summit Buddha Radiance,” a move from Emei Swordsmanship. This was the Emei Sect’s signature ultimate technique: Sword Qi like a rainbow, brilliance dazzling, thrusting straight for Zhong Renwang’s crown.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, crossed his palms, and the green lotus phantom spun rapidly, forming in midair a Qi shield gleaming with cyan light. The Heaven-Breaking Sword hacked down onto the shield; sparks flew in all directions, ringing out with crisp clanging sounds.

Nun Jingxu felt her tiger’s mouth go numb, and the Heaven-Breaking Sword almost slipped from her grasp. Before she could withdraw her move, Zhong Renwang had already pounced forward like a vicious wolf, his twin palms striking out, the palm shadows turning into blossoming green lotuses that came down to cover the sky and earth.

Nun Jingxu hastily employed ”Snow-Drifting Cloud-Piercing Step” to evade, her figure drifting through the air as light as willow catkins.

Yet Zhong Renwang’s palm wind was far too fierce; though she barely avoided a frontal hit, she was still swept on the shoulder by the palm wind. With a crisp ”crack,” her shoulder blade shattered on the spot.

Nun Jingxu let out a tragic cry, the Heaven-Breaking Sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and her entire body collapsed, cold sweat soaking through her clothes in an instant.

Beggar Gang Elder Hong Tang witnessed that Gang Leader Zhong Renwang was actually a world-shocking traitorous villain, bringing shame upon the Beggar Gang; rage boiled in his chest as the Dog-Beating Stick in his hand whipped up a fierce gale. He unleashed ”No Dog Under Heaven” from the Beggar Gang’s supreme art, the Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

Layer upon layer of stick shadows, like a sky-full of dark clouds, enveloped Zhong Renwang within.

Yet Zhong Renwang showed not a trace of fear; with a thunderous shout he drove the Celestial Heart Lotus Ring to its fullest, green lotus phantoms shimmering brilliantly all around him.

He swung his palms in rapid succession, palm wind surging forth like collapsing mountains and overturning seas, crashing violently against the stick shadows of the Dog-Beating Stick.

With a deafening boom, Qi waves exploded outward; Hong Tang’s Dog-Beating Stick was actually shaken in two, and he himself was blasted by the terrifying Qi Force until his five viscera shifted out of place. Blood spurted from his mouth as he fell prone in a pool of blood. Daoist Songhe of the Wudang Sect swept his Duster toward Zhong Renwang.

The Duster turned into a silver rainbow, carrying a biting gust straight for Zhong Renwang’s face.

Zhong Renwang snorted with contempt, tilted his body slightly, and easily slipped past the strike. He flipped his hand and grabbed, seizing the Duster’s tassels in a tight grip; with a hard yank, Daoist Songhe felt a tremendous force draw him forward, his body stumbling involuntarily several steps.

Zhong Renwang followed up in a rush, swinging out a fist; the fist wind howled, pouring down upon Daoist Songhe like a storm of driving rain.

Daoist Songhe hastily waved the Duster to block, but most of the tassels had already been torn off by Zhong Renwang, its power greatly reduced.

Forced to the limit, he wrapped the remaining tassels around his fist and met Zhong Renwang’s punch head‑on.

With a resounding crash, the two of them each staggered back several steps. Daoist Songhe felt his Qi and blood churning, his chest as though struck by a heavy hammer, his face turning deathly pale in an instant. Zhong Renwang, although his breathing was somewhat disordered, had a vicious glint flash through his eyes—clearly he was not seriously wounded.

The Seven of Wudang set their steps to the Beidou positions, Daoist robes snapping in the wind—Master Yuxu raised his sword to point at the heavens, Master Yuyang and Master Yujing guarded the two wings, Master Yuheng, Master Yushu, Yu Fangzi, and Master Yuchen formed a Sword Array. Seven Long Swords left their scabbards at once, cold gleams pouring down like the Milky Way overturned.

”True Martial Seven Severances, slay the wicked!” Master Yuxu’s voice thundered, and the seven men’s sword momentum suddenly shifted.

”Wudang Soul-Seeking Swordsmanship” moves ”Seven Stars Chase the Moon” and ”Tiangang Demon-Breaker” were unleashed in succession; as Sword Qi raged in all directions, the poisonous corpses’ severed limbs flew through the sky.

Emei Female Hero Su Qinghan lightly raised her plain hand, the Cyan Nether Sword tracing out ”Golden Summit Buddha Radiance.”

Zhong Renwang sneered, ”A rabble of motley trash!” and struck upward with his palm.

His palm wind was like a blade, slicing the air, carrying a chilling menace straight toward Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan’s figure was light and nimble, fluttering like willow catkins in the wind as she easily slipped past Zhong Renwang’s attack.

She tapped the tip of her foot, her body darting backward, while the Cyan Nether Sword carved a dazzling arc of sword light through the air, aimed straight at Zhong Renwang’s vital points.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, and instead of retreating advanced, taking Su Qinghan’s sword head‑on.

Sword and palm met; the metallic clang was deafening, and both of their figures trembled slightly.

The Sword Array of the Seven of Wudang had arrived by now, seven Long Swords like seven flood dragons emerging from the sea, carrying howling sword wind as they lunged at Zhong Renwang.

Zhong Renwang’s figure shot backward, seeking to escape this ferocious Sword Array.

Yet the Wudang Seven’s Swordsmanship was exquisitely profound; once the Sword Array took shape, it was like walls of bronze and iron, utterly impenetrable.

Zhong Renwang dodged left and right, barely and perilously avoiding wave after wave of attacks, but his body was already marked with many wounds.

He bellowed in fury, True Qi surging in his body like tides, his figure suddenly swelling as he forcibly burst through the fetters of the Sword Array.

But just as he broke out of the Sword Array, a jade-like hand silently pressed against the center of his back.

It was Emei Female Hero Su Qinghan, who had seized on Zhong Renwang’s distraction to quietly launch a lethal strike.

Zhong Renwang’s eyes bulged wide, the Qi surging around him like raging waves. Clearly he had invoked ”Celestial Lotus Returning Heart,” the strongest martial art of the Celestial Lotus Sect. A vast tide of True Qi burst from within him, condensing in an instant into a brilliant lotus, suspended above his head.