In mere minutes, Chen Jiuyang had killed over a dozen men, sustaining two injuries.
Ruan Xiucheng narrowed his eyes, calmly observing the ongoing slaughter.
The Divine Invincible Path had not appeared for hundreds of years, too long ago. Although ancient texts mentioned this path, they did not describe its moves or methods.
Those sent to intercept Chen Jiuyang earlier did not know his techniques, leading to them suffering greatly.
Among those who suffered were Ruan Xiucheng and Jiang Haoran. Within their few days of deliberation, another reason for these martial artists to employ these soldierly killing moves was:
To probe all the methods of Chen Jiuyang's Divine Invincible Path and update Chen Jiuyang's data. This way, even if they encountered Chen Jiuyang again, they would not be ignorant of his methods and be instantly killed!
Moreover, with the Divine Invincible Path being so powerful, taking Chen Jiuyang as an example, they could also cultivate descendants who walked this path.
Currently, Chen Jiuyang had created his own Yuan Dao, walked the Divine Invincible Path, and created three terrifying moves, one of which was a nascent divine ability.
That breathtaking, yet extremely draining Yuan Dao—Shaking the Sea!
Would Chen Jiuyang use it again, or did this move have limitations?
These details were all on their observation list.
Chen Jiuyang had killed eight people with one move, but hundreds more martial artists were still swarming towards him.
Soldierly killing and human wave tactics, this was to thoroughly understand my limits and find my weaknesses. These aristocratic families had existed for countless years. If my martial arts weaknesses were found, then...
Chen Jiuyang's heart sank slightly, his killing intent intensified, and he drew the Yan Sheng Saber stuck in the ground.
"Rumble!"
The Yan Sheng Saber's form instantly expanded, and Chen Jiuyang swept it out horizontally.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sounds of metal striking metal echoed, collectively resisting Chen Jiuyang's move. With this strike, Chen Jiuyang only heavily injured three people, killing none.
"They are prepared!"
"These martial artists specializing in soldierly killing moves are not foolish; on the contrary, they are smarter. I honed myself through battlefield combat, but weren't they doing the same?"
After one strike, Chen Jiuyang had fully grasped the intentions of those behind them, and then he unleashed another saber strike, his figure surging forward.
Chen Jiuyang was strong, but not foolish. These people walked the soldierly killing path and could cooperate. If they were allowed to fully understand Chen Jiuyang's style and form a formation to encircle and kill him, then Chen Jiuyang's survival would truly be a slim chance.
His figure surged forward, the cold wind whistling past his ears, the scenery constantly receding.
Soldierly path... somewhat troublesome!
Must break them down one by one!
Chen Jiuyang's Yuan Dao and moves were powerful, but he was ultimately only at the third level of the Earth Realm!
If he advanced to the sixth level of the Earth Realm, he alone could contend with an army of thousands.
But for now, his strength was insufficient!
"Rumble!"
The whistling sound of arrows and the piercing momentum of spears erupted behind Chen Jiuyang!
Sabers, swords, spears, bows!
These were the most common and powerful cold weapons on the battlefield, with an incredibly long history!
Chen Jiuyang might not have the same profound understanding of the saber path as these people. Currently, only his Yuan Dao—Shaking the Sea could induce the saber's hum from the Yan Sheng Saber, signifying he had touched the threshold of the saber path.
However, this move consumed a great deal of energy, and he could not use it casually. Moreover, this move also instilled a certain caution, preventing those with strong abilities from rashly leaving the group to engage him individually.
Chen Jiuyang raised his saber and slashed backward, severing the arrows and the spear.
Chen Jiuyang charged forward, his figure suddenly stopping. It was unavoidable.
Before him stood two aged old men, one holding a saber, the other a sword.
The opponents had likely anticipated Chen Jiuyang's retreat to pick them off one by one, but Chen Jiuyang's reaction was also within their calculations.
Therefore, with pursuers behind him and ambushes ahead, they were waiting for Chen Jiuyang!
Putting Chen Jiuyang in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.
These two old men, with their decaying aura, brought a sense of danger to Chen Jiuyang, making them highly likely to be soldierly path masters at the peak of Divine Intent.
Chen Jiuyang's gaze focused slightly further ahead. There was a great river.
Crossing this river would mean entering the north completely, a little over two hundred kilometers from Longjing.
As Chen Jiuyang appeared, the old man with the saber raised his weapon and moved.
"Buzz!"
The saber's hum suddenly sounded, and an incredibly sharp saber momentum struck.
"This saber strike! Excellent!"
As this saber strike came, Chen Jiuyang's expression could not help but change.
Since wielding the Yan Sheng Saber, this was the first time he had encountered a top master in the art of the saber. His face tightened, his heart filled with awe, and then a strong fighting spirit surged.
"Clang!"
Chen Jiuyang's powerful arm suddenly lifted and he slashed forcefully.
"Rumble!"
Saber Qi exploded everywhere, and the phantom image of Chen Jiuyang's Yan Sheng Saber was actually chipped by a hard cut.
One must know that even Jiang Haoran, a half-step Heavenly Realm expert, had not managed to damage Chen Jiuyang's martial arts.
This relentless saber-slashing momentum was truly capable of threatening Chen Jiuyang's life!
"Hmm?"
After unleashing the saber strike, the old man's eyelids twitched:
"This little bastard..."
He was a master of the saber in the South Sea martial arts world, his saber techniques fierce and having killed countless people. Even Suo Fangzun had once sought his advice on his saber path insights, proving how deeply he had delved into the art of the saber.
This time, dispatched by Suo Fangzun to kill a martial artist in his early twenties, he had not expected that this young man, barely over twenty, could withstand his drawing-saber strike without a scratch!
He did not believe this little bastard could withstand another of his strikes!
"Bang!"
A low explosion flashed and passed, a chilling and domineering cold light burst from the old man's great saber, slashing towards Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang's eyes flashed with sharp light: "Such saber path mastery, truly not ordinary..."
Then, Chen Jiuyang ignited his fiery golden blood energy, and the phantom image of the Yan Sheng Saber in his hand changed, unleashing an equally domineering saber strike.
When two martial artists with fierce saber techniques clashed, only one could survive!
Under the cold wind of the heavy snow, a saber strike was unleashed, and the cold air itself became scorching.
Chen Jiuyang struck with his saber, but this saber Qi was no match for the old man's saber light. In a moment, Chen Jiuyang's saber Qi was shattered, and the old man's saber light surged towards Chen Jiuyang.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
This domineering cold light stopped three feet from Chen Jiuyang's brow. Blood energy and saber light clashed, and this saber light could not move an inch further!
Chen Jiuyang's momentum was condensed before him. To break through his essence and spirit and wound him directly, one would have to be like a half-step Heavenly Realm expert who had mastered divine might.
Otherwise, within the Earth Realm, no one could directly wound him with saber Qi or sword Qi!
"Such blood energy and momentum, remarkable..."
Seeing that his sharp saber Qi could not harm Chen Jiuyang's physical body, the old man with the saber's eyes narrowed, then he sighed:
"Such a genius, why is he not my disciple..."
"And why must he oppose the Third King? If that is the case, then this old man will get serious and send you on your way!"