Star Martial Soaring Cloud

When the heavens harbor murderous intent, the stars shift and the seasons change; when man harbors murderous intent, the world is turned upside down. Tonight in Lishan, Wang Xiao's murderous intent has reached its peak.

He gripped the sharp longsword tightly, letting the cold rain pelt his body, his steps firm and silent as he rapidly approached the Hua family's encampment.

The rain poured down, and the Hua family members, fast asleep in the camp, were completely unaware that death was quietly approaching.

They never expected Wang Xiao to be so crazy, nor did they expect him to arrive so quickly.

With increasingly skillful Seven Star Rain Steps, Wang Xiao moved silently like a ghost, quietly approaching the Hua family camp.

Six tents were set up in a circle, closely connected to each other. At the very center of the circle stood a slightly smaller tent, with candlelight flickering inside, clearly reflecting the figure of a middle-aged man on the tent wall—undoubtedly, that was Hua Zhijun.

This layout is clearly designed to facilitate taking care of everyone from the center.

Wang Xiao glanced at the wild rabbit he had caught earlier, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly lowered his longsword, picked up a pebble with his fingers, and flicked it out.

The pebble flew straight toward a large tree to the right of the tent, bounced off the trunk, and landed precisely on top of Hua Zhijun's tent with a soft thud.

At the same time, he waved his left hand and threw the rabbit toward the woods to the right front of the tent.

The two movements were seamlessly connected, perfectly creating the illusion of "abnormal movement on the right side".

This action indeed alerted the camp. Hua Zhijun quickly lifted the tent flap and stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning to the right.

The slight commotion caused by the rabbit landing sent a sudden, ominous feeling through him. After all, Wang Xiao's series of unexpected counterattacks over the past few days had already given them a lot of trouble.

Hua Zhijun was still worried and decided to personally investigate the right side. Even after making the decision, he remained vigilant and carefully examined the area around the camp.

However, Wang Xiao was prepared, and he reduced his aura and physical functions to a minimum, like a rock blending into the rainy night, without revealing the slightest trace.

Finally, Hua Zhijun woke up two Hua family disciples, gave them brief instructions to guard the camp, and then chased after them to the right.

The heavy rain continued to pour down, and lightning flashed intermittently in the sky, illuminating the dark mountain forest.

Just as Hua Zhijun's figure disappeared into the rain, a shadowy figure silently appeared in the Hua family camp—the aura of death suddenly permeated the entire mountain forest.

Acupressure point strikes, a sharp sword slices through, and blood splatters.

Wang Xiao acted ruthlessly and decisively, taking two lives without making a sound.

The gleaming longsword, like the scythe of death, silently sliced ​​open tent after tent, blood gushing out, and the sleeping Hua family disciples were decapitated without even realizing it.

Each time he succeeded, Wang Xiao would disappear like a ghost, moving on to the next tent.

With a light flick of the longsword, the tent flap was torn open, blood gushed out, and the breath of life quickly dissipated.

For the Hua family, this was undoubtedly a desperate and terrifying night, with a ghostly figure relentlessly devouring their lives.

In the end, twelve heads rolled off the cliff. Except for Hua Zhijun, all the members of the Hua family in the camp had been killed by Wang Xiao.

All six tents were ripped open with gruesome gashes, and blood gushed out from the seams, mingling with the rainwater on the ground and staining the ground around the campsite a glaring scarlet.

Faced with such a tragic situation, Wang Xiao felt no pity or guilt whatsoever.

It wasn't that he was heartless, but that he had no other choice.

Those who kill will be killed—that's all.

The vast expanse of heaven and earth was shrouded in a curtain of water, and the torrential rain washed away the traces of death in the forest, but Wang Xiao did not leave.

He stood there, sword in hand, letting the rain pour down on him, his piercing eyes fixed on the front, quietly waiting for the return of the last enemy.

Every martial artist possesses their own unique pride, and their ultimate pursuit is to defeat others with martial arts.

It was this pride that drove Wang Xiaosheng to have a fair fight with Hua Zhijun—even though the other party was an irreconcilable enemy.

Now, besides the two of them, there is no one else in Lishan. There is no need for any more strategies; a single battle will decide the fate of the world.

This is also why he despised Ye Changtian from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Xiao's protective essence suddenly surged out, shaking off all the rainwater that fell on him, which condensed into a thin layer of mist around him.

His originally soaked clothes were quickly dried by the flowing essence, and the invisible protective energy completely blocked the rainwater from his body, forming a water curtain around him.

He gripped the Seven Star Sword tightly in his right hand, the tip pointing directly at the rapidly approaching figure ahead. His fighting spirit was high, and he couldn't wait to fight!

Without needing to say more, when Hua Zhijun saw Wang Xiaojing standing still and waiting, he instantly guessed the outcome in the camp.

The thought of all his disciples perishing ignited a volcanic rage within him, and he roared, "You little bastard! Prepare to die! I will make you pay for your crimes in blood! Eating your flesh and drinking your blood will not quench my hatred! I will tear you to pieces!"

Amidst the roar, a sword aura carrying boundless fury suddenly erupted, rushing towards Wang Xiao like a dazzling bolt of lightning, emanating a chilling aura.

"People always have to pay the price for their mistakes. From the moment you deliberately framed me, today's ending was already destined!" Wang Xiao responded coldly, his words sharp and confrontational.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Star Sword in his hand moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, its swordplay as fluid and unpredictable as splashed ink on a landscape painting. The distance of several dozen meters was but a blink of an eye for the two of them.

As raindrops splashed, the two figures collided with a deafening roar, their surging energy sweeping across the land, and a dazzling sword light piercing the darkness of the night sky.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the unparalleled power burst forth with booming sounds, instantly destroying all the tents in the camp, and the waterproof tarpaulins were shattered into fragments all over the sky.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating two figures in the torrential rain. Both men moved and attacked with lightning speed, the clanging of metal against metal ringing out incessantly, sparks flying continuously in the rain.

The colliding sword energies produced a series of deafening roars, as if countless thunderclaps were resounding in the forest.

"Ah—the blood feud of the Hua family can only be avenged by your splattered blood!" Hua Zhijun's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman, his moves becoming increasingly ruthless.

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability! You will surely die today! If you have any last words, you can tell me quickly, and I will pass them on to your master—but I think it won't be long before he comes down to join you!" Wang Xiao's tone was icy, and he swung his long sword even faster.

He pushed his power to its limit, and brilliant golden light emanated from his body, as if raging flames surrounded him.

The rain could no longer get close to his body, as it was all blocked by the golden light. He was like a golden-armored war god, awe-inspiring and majestic.

The Seven Star Sword in his hand is both offensive and defensive, and every swing carries unparalleled sharpness.

Two completely different sword energies surged wildly through the forest, and dazzling beams of light illuminated every inch of the dark land, making it impossible to tell whether they were sword beams or lightning.

Light intertwined and tore through the woods, and the unparalleled sword energy seemed to connect with the lightning in the sky. Two figures moved swiftly and clashed fiercely in the light.

A solidified sword aura several meters long burst forth from the Seven Star Sword, instantly illuminating the entire forest.

Hua Zhijun dared not be negligent and raised his sword to meet the attack with all his might. The two dazzling sharp edges collided with a loud crash.

After a wave of attacks, Wang Xiao showed no sign of stopping, striding forward and raising the Seven Star Sword in his hand once more, unleashing another dazzling burst of light.

Hua Zhijun's strength was on par with Wang Xiao's, making this duel a true clash of equals.

The fiercer the battle, the more vigorous Wang Xiao's spirit became, and the more courageous he fought. He suddenly took three large steps forward, each step causing the entire forest to shake violently.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed ten sword strikes in succession, ten golden sword beams converging together with immense power.

Hua Zhijun, who was originally evenly matched with him, was forced back five steps by the relentless offensive, and the fierce impact caused him to spit out three mouthfuls of blood.

Hua Zhijun lost not because of his strength, but because of his momentum—from the very beginning, he was already flustered when facing this young man who had brought countless nightmares to the Hua family.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

But Wang Xiao knew that the most terrifying thing was when a wounded beast launched a desperate counterattack.

Having witnessed the Hua family's madness before their deaths from the several attacks over the past few days, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

"Haha! That was great! Let's go again!" Wang Xiao didn't see this life-or-death battle as a burden. Instead, he fought harder and harder, completely immersed in his high morale.

Unbeknownst to him, he had fallen into a wondrous state: his heart was free of desires and wants, and his sword moved with his will.

No longer passively reacting to the enemy's moves, but instead achieving complete harmony between mind and sword, intention and action. Facing Hua Zhijun's final, frantic counterattack, Wang Xiao completely ignored it, remaining immersed in his own world of martial arts.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely merged with nature, and the Seven Star Rain Steps and the essence of his body, along with the sea of ​​primordial energy, resonated and roared together.

He wielded the Seven Star Sword with single-minded focus, each move and stance exquisite, effortlessly unleashing a sharp edge that swept across the land.

At this point, Hua Zhijun could no longer pose any threat to him. Instead, he became a "live target" for Hua Zhijun to practice swordsmanship with, constantly making and retracting moves, but being easily countered by Hua Zhijun.

The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning of the outside world seemed unable to affect Wang Xiao; everything was under his control, and he had completely dominated the battle.

With a pure heart, he simply followed the faint martial arts essence within him, wielding the Seven Star Sword with unrestrained abandon, releasing all the martial intent within him.

Sword light pierced the night sky time and time again, until only Wang Xiao remained, wielding his sword.

Brilliant sword lights flashed continuously, sword energy crisscrossed, the light became increasingly dense, and the power became increasingly formidable.

As for Hua Zhijun, he had already been forced aside by Wang Xiao's overwhelming swordplay. At this moment, he was like a disoriented spectator, staring blankly at Wang Xiao's sword dance, his eyes empty and lifeless, muttering to himself repeatedly, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

The unprecedented sense of defeat completely shattered his spirit.