CHAPTER 482: CHAPTER 469: WHO IS THE GRANDMASTER?

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Several longswords stabbed toward Zhao Changhe, who was splitting the air as he descended.

Every sword move seemed meticulously measured, each angle perfectly coordinated, forming an extremely troublesome sword array combination, more standardized than any well-practiced array.

The main attacker was Lan Wujiang.

His wounds had healed, and his swordplay seemed to have improved dramatically. As his sword thrust forward, it gave Zhao Changhe the sensation of a piercingly cold, bone-chilling snow peak.

It was not just Lan Wujiang’s swordsmanship that was at work here... it was largely Wuding’s sword now.

But Zhao Changhe acted as if he didn’t notice.

That’s it?

With a resounding "clang," the Frog Jump had already cleaved into the center of the sword net.

The violent bloodthirsty blade light surged out, forcing several sword slaves surrounding him to retreat in muffled voices. Lan Wujiang, who bore the brunt of the attack, had even broken his sword and staggered back in alarm.

Such wild power Zhao Changhe possessed!

Zhao Changhe burst into the formation and grabbed Han Wubing, "Let’s go!"

Han Wubing, in a daze, mumbled as Zhao Changhe supported him, "Honestly, I suggest you stay away from me because I suspect that when the time comes, it will be me stabbing you."

Zhao Changhe knew this was true but still said, "Less nonsense."

Lan Wujiang had already switched to a new sword and thrust it toward him again, with sword shadows densely surrounding him, trapping him right there.

"Human List number 37, Blood Shura Zhao Changhe..." Lan Wujiang had not recognized this was the same thinker he had encountered days before and said indifferently, "We knew you were in the Miao Region. Did you really think we would be completely unprepared? Bringing so many people out, not for Han Wubing, but for you."

"Flattered," Zhao Changhe didn’t hesitate; with his left hand supporting Han Wubing, he flipped his right hand, and the blade light flashed.

Bursts of blood surged around him, snowflakes fluttered, turning into blade light. The sword slaves felt their inner energy surge violently, nearly exploding from their bodies.

Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers!

This moment’s Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers differed slightly from before.

When one becomes proficient with the sword, integrating various techniques and intentions, the bloodthirsty energy was as sharp as a blade; compared to the sword light that flowed like water filling the Central Court before, the similarities were numerous... one was fierce, the other was skillful. These could corroborate each other, taking different strengths and pushing each other’s advantages to new peaks.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The snowflakes seemed alive, dancing nimbly, and followed the sword slaves as they dodged.

Screams rang out simultaneously, and blood sprayed in all directions; with just one strike, all the sword slaves were down.

"Excellent saber technique!" In front of him, the sword light flickered, and Lan Wujiang thrust his sword toward his throat, blocking Zhao Changhe’s attempt to break out.

Zhao Changhe diagonally raised his broadsword, and the sky dripped with blood, but suddenly it all paused, the snowflakes gently fell.

Space seemed to slow down, leaving only the cold light in the night skimming the opponent’s throat.

A pavilion listens to the spring rain overnight.

"Clang!" The once-invulnerable strike was blocked by Lan Wujiang.

After all, this was not just Lan Wujiang.

Zhao Changhe had anticipated this, and while Lan Wujiang blocked the strike, Zhao Changhe took a slanted step, dragging Han Wubing forcefully past Lan Wujiang’s side and simultaneously striking back with a reverse slash at Lan Wujiang’s neck.

Lan Wujiang reluctantly blocked another strike and Zhao Changhe already burst forth with Han Wubing, escaping into the darkness.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" A strong wind rose from behind; the sword slaves who had all been struck in the throat moments ago were pursuing again.

Zhao Changhe didn’t even look back; everything was expected.

Why did the follow-up to the Maitreya incident point here? Was there a common thread... were the controls over Corpse Puppets and sword slaves really different?

Different types, the same essence, they were all already dead. To kill them again, the vital points might not be the throat; one would have to look anew.

Zhao Changhe only hoped that someone like Han Wubing, cultivated in earlier years, was still somewhat alive.

He dragged Han Wubing to the nearby woods, sprinting as if fleeing. He found a bushy area to hide Han Wubing and then took a garment from his ring and draped it over his left arm as if supporting someone, before leaping onto a tree.

Lan Wujiang and others who followed couldn’t see clearly in the night and also leapt up after him, "Where do you think you’re running!"

Zhao Changhe stood on a branch and watched as Lan Wujiang, the first one to rush up, had arms that had unknowingly grown twice as thick.

"Roar!" Dragon Sparrow, from high above, unleashed an earth-shattering slash!

He had a foothold, Lan Wujiang did not, and with the boost of heavenly and earthly absorption, Blood Shura Body erupted unrestrainedly, the advantage of power multiplied who knows how many times!

Lan Wujiang only felt a crushing weight like Mount Taishan bearing down on him, completely unable to discern whether it was a blade or a mace crashing onto his head – either would have the same result of turning his head into a watermelon even without an edge.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this, and his movements were exquisite; spinning in mid-air, he attempted to kick a tree branch and circle back for another stab.

As long as he ensnared Zhao Changhe for an instant, countless Sword Slaves with their myriad swords would converge, and his position amidst the tree branches would make him no different from a live target.

However, just as he began to maneuver evasively, a booming voice from above him shouted, "Get back here!"

Lan Wujiang suddenly felt the words oddly familiar... Before he could react, his body felt as if it had encountered a powerful suction force. Although it didn’t pull him back entirely, it froze his half-turning body in mid-air, unable to complete the turn!

Control Crane Skill!

His left hand was empty? And how had he predicted my movements, had he fought with me before?

Without time to react, the broadsword had already cleaved towards his head.

Lan Wujiang felt his soul scatter in terror, rapidly positioning his sword above his head to block.

Once the lightness and agility of the sword were lost in clashing with the broadsword, the outcome wouldn’t be a shaking of the broadsword.

But rather, a broken sword and a dead man.

With a crisp snap, the longsword broke, and to Lan Wujiang’s horror, his crown was split into two by that one stroke.

A streak of bloody Sword Qi burst forth from his mind, Lan Wujiang’s corpse fell heavily to the ground, thoroughly dead.

"So much for that, the path of life and death is actually far inferior to that of a Corpse Demon... but there might be further troubles," Zhao Changhe hastily glanced at the dissipating Sword Qi, too busy to care, as numerous Sword Slaves closed in with their swords, and a strand of Sword Qi even managed to graze his right arm while he furiously struck Lan Wujiang.

With a push off the tree branch, he drifted backward. Mid-flight, an arrow appeared in his hand, which he then flung like a Dark Weapon.

With a "thud," it plunged precisely into the eye of the nearest pursuing Sword Slave.

The Sword Slave screamed miserably, collapsing to the ground, and astonishingly still rolling around clutching his eye, evidently still in pain...

With a "step," Zhao Changhe’s foot tapped another tree, and he fled once more into the sky.

He couldn’t linger, for if he did, Wuding would soon arrive...

He hoped the pursuit by these Sword Slaves would prevent Wuding from noticing Han Wubing hidden in the bushes and would lead them away instead.

Zhao Changhe was somewhat worried. It seemed unreliable; Wuding might be able to sense where Han Wubing was...

But at this moment, there was no alternative; he couldn’t expect to fight while carrying Han Wubing on his back. He just hoped that Han Wubing, having left the "Domain" of the snow mountain, would come back to his senses during this time...

As he fled, a Sword Light suddenly sprang up from the sky.

Looking up, within the full moon, snow swirled as if converging into a single, most sharp-edged sword, a Sword Light that punctured through the full moon.

Turning Snow into Gang!

A Sword Master of the Earth List was no longer simply sparring with Wang Daozhong but finally showed the true prowess that belonged to the sixth rank of the mighty Earth List!

An almost unmatched threat emanated from behind, followed by Wuding’s cold transmission, "Quite a commendable sense of loyalty, but it ends here..."

"Is that so?" Zhao Changhe violently stepped on the tree trunk in front, breaking the thick trunk.

Using the rebounding force, Zhao Changhe, with both hands on his sword, fearlessly faced the incoming snowy Sword Light.

Sword Slaves who were slightly contemplative looked up and saw him charge at the fire like a moth to a flame, it wasn’t even a battle on equal terms, yet he didn’t even blink.

In this moment, he even forgot that he had asked Thief Saint for help.

It was just himself and the Dragon Sparrow.

"The sixth of the Earth List, the Sword Sect of the world... A heart that places hope in others but lacks courage, a sword that draws forth specters but lacks righteousness, a mind filled with hesitations but lacks determination, a petty and despicable existence, who is to call oneself a Grandmaster! Break for me..."

A massive Half Moon Blade Light slashed diagonally, meeting the horrendously powerful Sword Gang in the air.

"Clang!" A thunderous noise shook the heavens, and dark clouds obscured the long sky, casting the stars and moon into darkness.

The Sword Gang dispersed, revealing Wuding’s shocked expression.

Facing him were Zhao Changhe’s resolute eyes, though blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and his hands trembling as they held the Dragon Sparrow, he had withstood the attack.

A strike from the sixth rank of the Earth List, even with the aid of a Divine Weapon, should not have been withstandable.

Yet he had truly withstood it.

Wuding was about to speak when his expression dramatically changed, "Who is ambushing the Sword Array!"

Zhao Changhe gave a wry smile.

Everyone knew Zhao Changhe might be here, yet had you really not considered Yue Hongling?

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