Chapter 1036: Chapter 164: Blade Madman, the Blade Madman of Great Qin!

“It’s, it’s you…”

“Yin Yang Great Wheel, it’s, it’s them?!”

“No… impossible, how could it be you?!”

“No, you should have been dead!”

Fear was evident in his eyes, unable to be suppressed.

The Beimang Swordsman trembled slightly, pupils contracted, finally recalling the blurred memories from the words ‘Yin Yang Great Wheel’—back then, he was just a novice disciple in the sect, holding a sword, and those five words brought back a long-buried great battle, and the fall of a Grandmaster.

Xiahou Jie’s expression changed slightly, she too thought of this, looked at Huangfu Qiuyang, and said with a slight tremor in her voice:

“How far are the Huangfu Family Head and the others from here now…”

Huangfu Qiuyang’s face turned slightly pale, shook his head, and said:

“Father said he wanted to spar with some friends, with their martial arts, they’re probably at least a hundred miles away from here, so as not to affect the nearby common people…”

Xiahou Jie opened her mouth.

This meant that the true top experts were still far away and likely engaged in a duel, with the Heavenly Secrets in chaos, making it hard to detect changes hundreds of miles away.

Even if there was a way to contact them, it wouldn’t be an immediate return.

Li Yinxiang was now ahead, leaning on a railing, eyes showing a hint of curiosity. Next to her, an elderly man with a haggard appearance said silently:

“Young Master, it’s better to step back a bit.”

Li Yinxiang, dressed in white with a white fur cloak on her shoulders, looked at the elder, and said crisply:

“Are the two of them famous for this move?”

The elder glanced, a ripple appeared in his eyes, and he said:

“Yes, this Yin Yang Great Wheel has very strict cultivation restrictions. The martial arts the two practice must have the same origin, yet they must counter each other. The martial artist must have exceptional talent, and there can’t be the slightest difference, such people are rare among millions.”

“At first, this extraordinary skill was just an ordinary martial art, but when cultivated to the Fourth Rank Realm, the combined Qi Mechanism of the two can forcibly break through Longmen.”

“At that point, the two working together are not inferior to a Grandmaster. Moreover, the Yin Yang Great Wheel itself is a supreme martial arts skill, even the most fierce and domineering vigorous Qi will be ground to dust by the yin-yang rotation, and a single rotation can counterattack the opponent…”

“Years ago, Spring and Autumn Swordspoint perished under this move. To break it, unless one’s martial arts realm far surpasses theirs, one must have profound and ingenious techniques, able to glimpse a fleeting flaw and strike instantly to forcibly break the move.”

“But with the death of Spring and Autumn Swordspoint, twenty years have passed. In these twenty years, they have lived and traveled together, becoming more and more in tune, so the flaws have naturally diminished, and the technique is almost considered unbreakable…”

The elder’s voice grew more sullen.

Xiahou Jie opened her mouth, never thinking that today’s events would ultimately lead to such an outcome.

The pressure brought by the word “Grandmaster” nearly suffocated her.

Being born into a great martial arts noble clan, she sensed more deeply than ordinary people. She had once witnessed sparring between the family’s patriarchs and other Fifth Rank experts, almost like child’s play, and the word “Grandmaster” was the pinnacle above countless martial artists in the world.

One person breaking the army.

Unstoppable.

Everyone present were representatives from the renowned clans and major sects of the Northwest’s seventeen provinces. The fall of a Grandmaster was a major event in the Jianghu, let alone something from only twenty years ago? Even sixteen or seventeen-year-olds know a thing or two about it.

Facing a Grandmaster’s power right after stepping into the martial world, the younger generation felt icy cold in their limbs. Even the older generation, seasoned in the Jianghu, felt dizzy, though they held swords, they struggled to swing them, feeling dry-mouthed and with a fluttering heartbeat.

The celestial phenomena changed, layers of clouds formed a vortex, pressing lower and lower, a suffocating oppression like that before a rainstorm, as if in the next moment, a torrential rain would engulf everything.

In the oppressive silence, there was a sudden clanging of blade resonance, exploding once more.

A youth in a black cloak raised the Mo Blade in his hand, and without hesitation, swung it down fiercely with a magnificent Qi Force, as if tearing through the darkness, drawing the gazes towards it.

The young disciples from various clans and sects realized what was happening, lips slightly parted, watching the man they once disdainfully mocked, some even had reddened eyes due to the glimmer of hope in this dire situation and their stirred emotions.

Li Yinxiang watched quietly, her eyes sparkling, and said with a low laugh, I knew it.

Blade Madman.

In the presence of a thousand people facing the world’s pinnacle.

The only martial artist still daring to draw the blade with courage.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the Mo Blade had already struck continuously, the blade light splendid, slashing through the long sky repeatedly, the residual power alone made the observing martial artists struggle to breathe, giving the illusion that they would be cleaved down by one strike at any moment.

However, as the blade light fell upon the yin-yang rotation, it was instantly dissolved, and some of the blade light was even drawn in, counter-attacking towards the Blade Madman’s direction. The latter, having fought continuously, bore many wounds on his body, now even more severe.

On the right shoulder, left chest, and abdomen, there were already several knife marks.

In that tragic and heroic form, Ma Yihong’s face turned crimson with excitement, his right hand instinctively tightened around his weapon, not just him, the martial artists behind him gradually dispelled their fear, a fiery martial spirit belonging to martial artists rising.

The stout elder suddenly let out a loud laugh, amidst the yin-yang rotation, clapped hands with a low dragon roar. The previously seen palm strike reappeared, heavily smashing on the Blade Madman’s right shoulder, accompanied by a stifled groan, the Blade Madman’s body flew backward, crashing heavily into a pavilion.