The Blade-Wielding Legend

"Bewitched creature, meet your end!"

Zhao Ming’s eyes reddened with fury as the Peach Wood Sword transformed into a crimson arc, thrusting towards a charging red-skinned Ghost Soldier.

The sword tip pierced the Ghost Soldier’s shoulder, emitting a sizzling sound, black smoke rising as the Ghost Soldier screamed in pain, its movements slowed.

But another One-Horned Ghost Soldier was already closing in from the side, its sharp claws carrying a rancid wind targeting Zhao Ming’s back!

"Decree! Five Thunders Body Protection!"

Another older cultivator hurriedly tossed several Yellow Talismans, the talisman papers bursting into clusters of weak electric light in the air, barely forcing back two nearby Ghost Soldiers, though he himself was shaken, blood surging, his face deathly pale.

The cultivator holding the Compass was exerting all efforts to activate it, attempting to form a barrier to interfere with Sha Qi, yet he was heavily surrounded by multiple Ghost Soldiers, peril looming.

The formation was instantly scattered.

The soldiers shouted angrily, slashing and shooting, the roar of new-style firearms boomingly reverberating amidst the wind and snow, lead bullets tearing through the Ghost Soldiers’ bodies.

However, unless hitting the skull or completely shattering the spine, these creatures even with mutilated limbs, continued their frenzied assaults.

Close combat was even more brutal, the power and speed of ordinary soldiers appeared inadequate compared to the mutated Ghost Soldiers, with men constantly falling and blood staining the pristine snow red.

Despair like the pervasive snowfall, griped everyone’s throat.

Just when the entire squad was about to be overwhelmed by the swarming Ghost Soldiers, in the nick of time—

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of crisp, rapid, and penetrating explosions rang out!

The sound came from the high ground to the rear side.

Several frontmost Ghost Soldiers, whether blue-faced or red-skinned, with large, horned heads suddenly burst open like overripe watermelons!

Red, white, and black filth mixed with shattered bones, splattered across the snow continuously.

Headless bodies stiffly wavered, heavily falling onto the snowy ground, silent.

This precise headshot sniping instantly disrupted the Ghost Soldiers’ rhythm!

Immediately afterward, several figures ghost-like, swiftly darted from the wind and snow, their speed so fast, only faint remnants lingered on the snow.

"Old Sha! Great shooting!"

A clear and bright voice sounded.

It was Li Yan!

The group arrived from the far north, as the ritual to destroy the Yin Yang Chaos Array required mobilizing the Divine State’s Dragon Vein Mountain and River Gang Qi, a task that couldn’t be accomplished instantly, thus when they arrived, the army had not yet set out.

Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon this assault.

"Kuai Dayou!" Sha Lifei called out in a low tone.

"Got it prepared!" On the flank of the team, Kuai Dayou carrying a large rattan box, responded with a grin.

His ten fingers swiftly plucked like flowers, and a dozen Mechanism Birds with wooden bones and covered in skin "buzzed" out from the box, wings entwined with oil-paper-wrapped Thunder Fire Bombs, diving straight into the densest area of Ghost Soldiers.

Boom——!

A violent explosion mixed with iron sand and shredded wood tore open a blood mist within the snow screen, severed limbs and bodies scattered all around.

Before the shockwave settled, Wu Ba’s massive figure had already cannonball-like charged into the smoke. His fists wearing Tiger Head Boxing Gloves crafted from Meteorite Iron Star Pattern Steel, Gang Qi vibrated at the fist edges, the fierce power of the Eight Extremes Fist exuded from the bone.

He lowered his waist into stance, his shoulder and back crashing like an iron mountain!

A red-skinned Ghost Soldier’s chest bone collapsed with a sound.

Sky-reaching Cannon!

Twisting body and swinging arm, an Upper Hook Punch like a heavy artillery blasted upwards, another One-Horned Ghost Soldier’s head smashed violently, neck bone shattered with a crisp cracking sound clearly audible.

The punch wind accompanied by vibrating Gang Qi caused the surrounding Ghost Soldiers’ actions to simultaneously freeze.

In terms of close combat prowess, even Li Yan could not compare to Wu Ba.

At the battlefield’s edge, Long Yan’er without a word pinched a mantra, several barely perceivable sesame gu stealthily burrowed into the depths of the wind and snow.

A hundred steps away, hidden behind a snow hill, the Japanese Yin Yang Master’s figure abruptly stiffened, eyes fearfully darting, but unable to move an inch.

Several Gu Worms subtly sank into his skin.

"Caught him!" Long Yan’er murmured.

But before the words finished, a decisive fierceness unexpectedly flashed in the Yin Yang Master’s eyes.

He suddenly bit his tongue, black blood spurted out, instantly freezing into ice crystals on the snow, his entire body swiftly turning ashen and withered as if drained, life force cut off!

He severed his meridians, even his soul instantly dispersed, leaving no trace to follow.

Long Yan’er was somewhat surprised.

She had merely intended to capture a prisoner, unaware the opponent would be so resolute; likely something secretive was feared to be revealed...

The battle concluded quickly.

When Wu Ba finally smashed the skull of the last Ghost Soldier with a punch, the wind and snow seemed to lessen somewhat.

On the snowy ground, among the twenty-plus grotesque Ghost Soldier corpses, lay the bodies of over a dozen Great Xuan patrolling soldiers as well...

The few remaining soldiers and the three cultivators, all injured and still in shock, looked at Li Yan and the others with deep gratitude.

"Thank you, Immortals and righteous warriors, for saving our lives!" The Centurion struggled to stand, disregarded his wounds, clasped his fists in a deep bow, his voice choked.

Li Yan stepped forward to support him, speaking solemnly: "It’s our duty. We are dispatched by the Xuan Sacrificial Officer, the Twelve Yuan Chen coming to assist in battle. This place is not secure for a prolonged stay; gather the wounded and our brothers’... remains, and swiftly return to the camp."

Protected by the Twelve Yuan Chen Squad, the remnants of the patrol gathered their fallen comrades’ bodies, supporting the injured, and painstakingly retreated towards the rear.

...

It took about an hour, crossing a snow-covered ridge, and the view suddenly opened.

In the relatively sheltered expansive valley plain, sprawling camp tents resembling a forest made of steel and canvas stretched as far as the eye could see.

Numerous black tents neatly arranged, like scales protruding from the earth. Surrounding the encampment was a deep-dug trench, the bottom lined with sharpened stakes, camouflaged by snow cover.

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