Star Martial Soaring Cloud

Panic, like a plague, spreads rampantly in people's hearts. If one cannot find the confidence to overcome the source, it cannot be stopped or halted.

Just then, a chilling voice came from behind the ruins.

"You've chosen the path to hell when there's a way to heaven. Fairy Su, we meet again."

Three figures slowly approached. The one in the lead was dressed in a black outfit, with a handsome face but exuding a sinister aura. He was none other than Qin Wuming, the young master of the Tianyi Sect.

Behind him were two people: one was Yang Xuan, and the other was Yan, who even Niu Ben found unsettling.

Wang Xiao's eyes turned cold. He stepped forward, his voice icy: "Did you destroy the teleportation array? Did you kill these people too?"

Qin Wuming chuckled, crossed his arms, and uttered four words with a disdainful expression: "No comment."

"Then we'll beat you until you have something to report!"

A loud shout echoed through the ruins, and Yuan Kong's figure shot out like a meteor!

His body shone with golden light, his Buddhist golden body was pushed to its limit, and the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand swept towards the three of them with earth-shattering power!

One man's power overwhelmed three others.

The nightmare has begun.

His speed was astonishing; he left only a blur before heading straight into the void.

A pair of jet-black short blades slid out from the sleeve and collided fiercely with the butcher's knife, bursting out dazzling sparks!

"boom--!"

A violent shockwave swept in all directions, scattering rubble and debris across the ruins.

The two instantly clashed, their blades flashing and clashing, creating a deadly web.

Qin Wuming looked at Yang Xuan and calmly instructed, "Yang Xuan, you deal with Fairy Su. Remember, capture her alive, and do not harm your future sister-in-law."

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Xuan smiled sinisterly, and with a flash, he pounced on Su Qinhe.

Qin Wuming himself strode towards Wang Xiao, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"Boy, I told you I'd make you pay a hundredfold. Today, prepare to die!"

With a flick of his wrist, a jet-black broadsword appeared in his hand, and amidst surging demonic energy, he slashed down at Wang Xiao's head!

Wang Xiao's eyes sharpened, and the Seven Star Sword was drawn in response, its golden light soaring into the sky as it steadily met the attack!

"clang--!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal caused the ground beneath their feet to crack instantly, sending rubble tumbling down.

Six figures, three great battles, simultaneously erupted on the ruins of broken walls, creating earth-shattering collisions, with layers of shockwaves sweeping up clouds of dust.

With his first strike blocked, Yuan Kong spun the butcher knife in his hand, steadily breaking free from the entanglement of the Nightmare Twin Blades. He then unleashed another powerful and heavy slash, as swift as thunder.

This strike, imbued with the immense power of the Buddhist golden body, caused a faint golden halo to appear on the butcher's knife—a sign that Buddhist techniques had been pushed to their limit.

Ordinary people might find him crude and vulgar when they see him holding a butcher's knife, but only those who truly face that knife can understand the terrifying pressure it contains.

Nightmare did not take the hit head-on.

His figure was like a wisp of black smoke, retreating gracefully just as the blade was about to strike him, his movements so fast that it was impossible to see the continuous motion.

The two short blades whirled rapidly in his hands, drawing two dark arcs, silently attacking Yuan Kong's neck from the side with extreme ruthlessness.

Yuan Kong neither dodged nor avoided, remaining firmly in place.

"clang--!"

The short blade slashed fiercely at his neck, producing a crisp metallic clang.

With the full power of his Buddhist golden body activated, a faint golden luster appeared on the surface of his skin, as hard as refined iron.

Nightmare's short blade only left a shallow white mark on it before it could not penetrate any further.

"Amitabha!" Yuan Kong grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, and swung his sword horizontally with unstoppable force.

Nightmare drifted away again, its figure moving through the ruins like a ghost, its feet lightly touching the pebbles, rising and falling without making a sound.

Every move he made was swift, accurate, and ruthless, targeting Yuan Kong's vital points—eyes, throat, chest, and groin—each strike deadly and leaving no room for error.

However, the golden body of the round hole was too powerful. The short blade struck it again and again, but could only leave shallow white marks and could not break through its defense.

"Benefactor, your blade isn't fast enough!" Yuan Kong said mockingly as he swung his blade to parry the attack. "Would you like me to teach you a few moves? I guarantee you'll be a fraction faster."

Nightmare remained silent, but the short blade in his hand became even sharper, and the killing intent in his moves intensified.

He suddenly changed his fighting style, no longer blindly attacking Yuan Kong's golden body, but instead moving around Yuan Kong at an extremely fast speed, his short blades thrusting out densely like a rainstorm, each strike landing precisely in the same spot—Yuan Kong's left rib.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes... In just a few breaths, he stabbed dozens of times in the same spot, so fast that only a blurry black shadow remained.

Yuan Kong's expression finally changed.

Although the golden body of a Buddhist monk is strong, it is not invincible. When subjected to such dense and continuous attacks in the same spot, fine cracks gradually appeared on the golden luster.

"Excellent technique!" Yuan Kong shouted, his body suddenly radiating golden light. He swung the butcher knife in a wide arc, unleashing a thick, arc-shaped blade of energy that sent ripples of energy flying and scattered rocks wherever it passed.

The Nightmare finally retreated—not gracefully, but forced to retreat by the violent blade energy.

He flashed away, instantly retreating several feet away. His eyes beneath the ghost mask remained as cold as ever, without the slightest ripple, as he stared intently at the empty space.

Yuan Kong looked down at his left side, where the fabric of his clothes had been torn and a trickle of blood was slowly seeping out.

He reached up and touched his wound, grimacing and crying out, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You went too far, sir! Couldn't you have shown some mercy?"

Despite complaining of pain, he still wore a grin, as if the injury was nothing to worry about. Instead, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and his fighting spirit intensified.

Nightmare remained silent, slowly crossing the two short blades in front of his chest. His aura grew increasingly gloomy, as if the air around him was frozen, exuding a bone-chilling cold.

On the other side, the battle between Su Qinhe and Yang Xuan intensified.

Yang Xuan's martial arts techniques are unpredictable and sinister; his attacks are always deadly and swift.

His weapon was a pair of short hooks, their bodies as black as ink, gleaming with a cold, eerie light. Each swing of the hooks produced a piercing, whistling sound, as if they were tearing the air apart.

Su Qinhe dared not be careless in the slightest. Her long sleeves slowly unfolded, fluttering and dancing in front of her like flowing clouds, blocking every attack from Yang Xuan.

Her figure was like a celestial maiden dancing, drifting around aimlessly, light as a breeze, leaping into the air one moment and then skimming close to the ground the next, swirling and dancing, leaving everyone who watched mesmerized.

The jade flute in her hand sometimes pierced out like a sharp sword, and sometimes swept across like a long whip. Her moves were agile and graceful, and she moved with measured steps. This contrasted sharply with Yang Xuan's cold and ruthless nature. The two were soft and strong, complementing each other in a charming way.

"Fairy Su, why struggle like this?" Yang Xuan smiled sinisterly, his twin hooks suddenly accelerating, their tips carrying a chilling aura, aiming straight for Su Qinhe's throat. "It's your good fortune that my young master has taken a liking to you. Surrender obediently, and you'll suffer less!"

Su Qinhe snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. With a sudden flick of her long sleeves, she coiled around Yang Xuan's short hook like a serpent. Her jade flute lashed out with lightning speed, aiming straight for Yang Xuan's face.

Yang Xuan dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack, but his left hand, holding a short hook, quietly emerged from below and slashed fiercely at Su Qinhe's lower abdomen, employing a series of underhanded tactics.

Su Qinhe stumbled and retreated rapidly, barely avoiding the fatal blow. However, the hook tip tore a hole in the hem of her clothes, revealing the thin fabric underneath, which startled her and made her break out in a cold sweat.

"That was close." She felt a chill run down her spine and dared not relax for a moment longer.

Clearly, the cultivation levels of these three members of the Tianyi Sect far exceeded expectations and should not be underestimated.

Yang Xuan pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a furious barrage of attacks with his double hooks. Each move was ruthless, and he pressed forward relentlessly, intending to gradually deplete Su Qinhe's energy and capture her when she was exhausted.

Su Qinhe was skilled in dancing and playing the jade flute with agility and versatility. Although she was temporarily on the defensive, she remained flawless and did not reveal the slightest weakness.

Her martial arts were known for their defensive capabilities; when her long sleeves were spread out, they were as solid as a copper wall or an iron wall, and Yang Xuan could not break through her defenses in a short time.

"Interesting. I underestimated you." Yang Xuan smiled coldly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but his attacks became increasingly fierce and his moves increasingly unpredictable.

The two were locked in combat, exchanging blows with equal skill, neither able to gain the upper hand for a time.

In the short term, the battles between Yuan Kong and Yan, and between Su Qinhe and Yang Xuan, are still undecided.

Ultimately, the deciding factor in this chaotic battle lay in the duel between Wang Xiao and Qin Wuming.