Formless Divine Spear!

While Leyu and Mu Qingmei were attacking from a distance, the other guards and soldiers were not just watching the show. They were rapidly reloading their bullets, ready to shoot this lone swordsman who dared to charge into their ranks and turn him into a beehive!

As long as it is a human being, if killed, they will die!

Don't be afraid, he's alone!

However, Mr. Tie, who was blocked in his surprise attack, not only showed no worry or concern on his face, but his eyes lit up, staring intently at Leyu, his hair and beard standing on end, shadows flickering across his body!

With a twist of his wrist, he spun a flower with his sword, drawing a dreamy, shimmering curtain of light that directly nullified the gleaming spirit guns outside of his sword blade!

Sword Combat Technique: Sword Light Curtain!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of firearms was like thunder, quickly riddling the corpse blocking Mr. Tie's front with blood holes, even passing through the body and grazing Mr. Tie himself. Even for a martial artist at the Peak of Perfection level, facing bullets was no different than a mortal — brilliance could enhance a martial artist's killing power and provide resistance against other brilliance (magical damage), but it could not at all enhance physical defense.

In most situations, when facing collective firing from troops, martial artists have no choice but to avoid the sharp edges, as physical bodies cannot withstand bullets.

Moreover, the nearby streets and buildings provide an excellent scene for alley warfare for martial artists to retreat temporarily, not only to recover a bit, but also to keep the yet-unsheathed sword as a threat to the enemy!

However, Mr. Tie made a choice that no one expected!

He swiftly moved the grass rope and iron sword, instantly shredding the corpses in front of and behind him into pieces!

Is, is this the cautious expert who must finish off anyone they kill and even whip the corpse?

Just as Leyu thought Mr. Tie was demonstrating his professional skills with a clean and neat method of corpse-whipping, he saw Mr. Tie's long sword stir countless blood droplets like blooming flowers!

Every drop of blood contained a large amount of brilliance, flashing at a high speed and densely packed like the noise of a TV screen, instantly causing dizziness to anyone observing Mr. Tie!

This is not a Sword Combat Technique!

This is Mr. Tie's Battle Technique!

Every martial artist at the Peak of Perfection level has battled through countless skirmishes and war zones. The cumulative battle experience, extraordinary talent, and unique understanding of combat techniques allow them to develop a set of fighting approaches perfectly suited for themselves.

Moreover, most of them would have a few personal-style exclusive skills. These skills might not be practical or suitable for inheritance, but they are the crystallization of decades of fighting insights.

When they find the right moment, the right place, the right fight to use their treasured ultimate technique, it can completely shift the balance of a battle.

Years ago, Mr. Tie roamed within the Ta Bai Army of Youyun District, sent as cannon fodder by his superior due to bad breath. Yet, due to his outstanding talent, even when breaking into enemy formations, he could slay countless foes. After reaching the Peak of Perfection, he killed that superior and fled to retire with the Heyang Army.

But deep down, he remained that martial artist walking with the wind, embracing death as life!

He never had the idea of running away since learning to fight.

If I must run when outnumbered, then what am I practicing the sword for!

This shining blood rain is Mr. Tie's unparalleled battlefield artistry.

By injecting vast amounts of brilliance into the blood of corpses, causing the blood to temporarily become countless small flash bombs, though not dazzling, as long as the quantity is sufficient and concentrated within a person's sight, it can induce dizziness, nausea, and discomfort all the same!

This technique demands exceedingly high Spiritual Power from the practitioner and requires exceptionally precise spiritual guidance ability. Other than Mr. Tie, who created it, nearly no one globally could learn it – at Yanjing's Royal Academy, this technique may at most serve as a public chapter for students' amusement, far from being chargeable for training.

Yet when Mr. Tie used this move, the power of this shining blood rain could only be described as terrifying.

In an instant, a dozen people around Leyu were plunged into dizziness, and those slightly farther away were also suffering. In their eyes, the entire world seemed to be obscured with a filter, unable to attack at all!

This one sword was Mr. Tie's thirty years of effort.

It's known as.

Blooming Blood Flash!

"Jing Zhengwei..."

Mr. Tie employed techniques from the Harmonized Battle Technique, making his voice seem like it was coming from all directions, leaving others unable to pinpoint his actual location, only knowing his voice was getting closer!

"Hand over your life!"

Oh no!

A sense of powerlessness arose in everyone's hearts—they all knew Mr. Tie was taking the chance to close in to assassinate Leyu, but they were unable to do anything due to the dizziness. Even Qing Lan, Mu Qingmei, and Yin Minghong tried to move forward subconsciously to block the blade, but the sky was spinning in their minds, leaving them unable to do anything!

Which is to say, mass control is really practical in group fights.

But not almighty either.

Clang! —

Another dull, long-ringing sound of clashing metal awakened everyone's fighting spirit, quickly snapping them out of dizziness!

They focused closely and saw an incredibly absurd scene—

Mr. Tie's sword was broken.

Though that sword was bound with a grass rope and its blade dim, no one thought it was a poor sword. For Mr. Tie to keep it by his side for years, it was at least a fine steel-grade sword.

Yet it broke, snapped very neatly, its surface quite smooth, its demise very peaceful.

They witnessed Mr. Tie keeping a sword-swinging posture, holding the other half of the broken short sword, standing in front of Leyu, while Leyu held in front of him a long sword with a flamboyant and impractical design, mysterious as to where he got it.

At the same time, witnessing the entire incident from afar, the Tributor of the Chamber of Commerce couldn't contain himself from loudly proclaiming—

"Jing Zhengwei cut through Mr. Tie's sword!"

Almost visibly, the guards of the Jing Family and the Linhai Army had a morale boost effect, while the chasing Tributors of the Chamber of Commerce in the back saw their morale drop dramatically, their pursuit intentions significantly reduced, even got somewhat frightened!

What kind of concept is it to cut through Mr. Tie's sword?

To say that he is on par with the Iron Master, is not over the top, is it?

How could Jin Zhengwei, who is so young, possibly possess such mastery?

He was born with a silver spoon, enjoyed all the splendors of life upon reaching adulthood, and then encountered the fortune of ascending in rank and wealth due to a deceased father. Finally, he even secured the position of the Silver Blood Association president by selling himself to Lan Yan.

Looking across the entire glory, the only ones who could firmly overshadow Jin Zhengwei are perhaps those golden-legend-level youths of the Imperial Family.

Despite all this, does he still possess such a rare martial arts talent?

Why not just make him emperor?

Heaven, this is not just blind, it's downright ridiculous!

But even with such envy, rationality remains above the minds of the association's tributors.

Now that even the Iron Master can't handle Jin Zhengwei, why would they continue to engage in such unrewarding efforts?

If not for the Iron Master's heavy punches, they wouldn't have even pursued Jin Zhengwei. At most, they would submissively report to the patron.

Everyone is out here just to earn a living, why bother risking their lives?

As for the thoughts of the Jing Family's forces, it's simple — is the Patriarch really this sharp? Is this the legendary playing dumb to trick the predator?

However, contrary to everyone's imagination, Leyu is nearly becoming a pig now.

Just now, relying on his Ice Blood Physique, he was almost completely immune to Iron Master's Blooming Blood Flash Bomb, then raised the Saint's Relic to block Iron Master's slash, but the price was the complete numbness of his sword-wielding hands.

Even though he had the Soul Purification Demon Sword blessed by the Saint's Relic, momentum doesn't just vanish into thin air. Iron Master even shattered his sword, and it's clear how much weight Leyu's hands bore that cannot be held at this age.

Yet Leyu's expression remains calm, just swiftly stepping away from Iron Master: "Quick, shoot him!"

No need for his orders, the others had long assaulted forward. Mi Die pulled out a three-section staff hidden in her sleeve to create a long stick; Lisan swung his fists, and Mu Qingmei charged forward with a compelling presence!

Simultaneously, more than ten strong firearms fired at Iron Master!

Yet Iron Master remained unperturbed; suddenly, his legs spread into a split on the spot, his figure rapidly descending to evade all shots. Facing the close-range assault of three martial artists, he directly swept a curtain of sword light to resist the glare explosion, then lazily rolled over, charging through the ground!

"Don't… escape!"

Mu Qingmei was right in the direction of Iron Master's breakout. As she was filled with fighting spirit, wanting to battle this Peak of Perfection master, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, instinctively leaned back, and fell!

When she saw a sword light sweep past her eyes, she also felt a heavy blow to her abdomen, and her whole body was sent flying!

"Your intuition is not bad."

Iron Master's voice rang in her ears, aiming to crash into the crowd with her!

Seeing him charge over, a Linhai Army member who was reloading loudly said: "His sword is broken, everyone go—"

"Just because the sword is broken doesn't mean it can't be used?"

"Is the sword such an inconvenient thing?"

Iron Master swung the broken sword, sliced out several sword lights in the blink of an eye, cutting them into pieces that could still howl for a while!

Bang! Bang!

After Iron Master attacked the rear unit, Leyu's front army naturally didn't let such an opportunity slip by, exhausting all their power to rain a barrage on Iron Master, even if Iron Master consciously dodged, he was still hit in multiple critical areas!

"Stop the rear unit for me! If I can't kill Jin Zhengwei, I will come back and kill you all!"

Iron Master roared a sound that echoed through the night sky, even though he didn't specify, all the tributors knew he was commanding them.

Though Iron Master's command seemed timid, they soon reconciled their displeasure — after all, compared to Iron Master's vow to kill Jin Zhengwei, their grievances were trivial.

Thus, the tributors hesitated no longer, using all their skills to slow the rear unit's pace. While they didn't dare storm inside for a massacre, throwing stones and barricading roads from outside was no problem.

And after avoiding a few shots from the rear unit, Iron Master immediately pursued the fleeing front, Jin Zhengwei!

Naturally, Leyu also heard Iron Master's furious roar, couldn't help but mock: "Does he have a grudge against Jing Family? To chase me to the ends of the earth?"

Mu Qingmei excitedly exclaimed: "It's almost to Sea Cape Gate!"

Leyu looked up and saw the Sea Cape Gate, now ruins but still burning, at the end. Many people holding torches ran into the inner city from the gap, while many cried running out of the inner city.

Precisely because White Night couldn't control this riot, Leyu and their escape wasn't actually difficult — the entrance was unblocked, and in the inner city were many servants and laborers. Even if the mob was furious, they wouldn't want to burn these unfortunate people inside; thus, when servants and laborers wanted to escape, they had to make way.

"Jin Zhengwei, today, you will die!"

Despite being hit multiple times, Iron Master remained swift as a dragon, rapidly closing in on Leyu's front army!

Iron Master must have mastered the Lingxu Battle Technique footwork, while Leyu and his troop's speed depended on the average speed of the Linhai Army and Jing Family guards. But they were holding firearms and hadn't learned Lingxu Battle Technique, at best they had good physicality, how could they outrun Iron Master?

Although the soldiers shot at Iron Master, they were still ten meters apart, leaving Iron Master sufficient room to dodge; even amidst a hail of bullets, he remained calm.

"Trouble." Yin Minghong gritted his teeth: "He plans to wait until we reach Sea Cape Gate to kill us! There're too many civilians there, even if we dare to shoot recklessly, he has enough human shields! We might even be blocked there, slaughtered by him!"

Leyu also realized that after Iron Master caught up, he didn't rush to attack, instead kept a safe distance.

From the earlier move where Iron Master did a split to dodge bullets and lazily rolled to breakthrough, it's known he is a swordsman who would stop at nothing to achieve victory, without any martial virtue. If he could exploit the environment, he would surely do so.

The Sea Cape Gate is now swarming with people and even burning, practically a perfect coffin, he's just waiting for Leyu to enter, then slaughter away, directly sealing Leyu's fate to be carried out in a coffin!

At that moment Leyu felt he was nearly driven to the brink by Iron Master, he wasn't angry, just amused: "Is it necessary for you to do this? Is Wang Hai Gong your father? Is it necessary to fight so hard?"

Yet Iron Master's reply remained that single sentence: "Jin Zhengwei, you must die!"

Leyu couldn't understand how he had offended Iron Master.

But actually, when Leyu took out that sword, Iron Master had already sentenced Leyu to death in his mind.