Chapter 1 Ancient Times

Since ancient times, what martial arts masters feared the most were armies.

In a one-on-one fight, soldiers are no match for martial artists. But they can use military formations to compress the space available to their opponents. Without enough room for a martial artist to maneuver, even the strongest expert cannot withstand the simultaneous attack of thousands of soldiers wielding blades. Even if they kill hundreds or thousands of enemies, they will be worn down and killed by the endless army.

Martial artists with slightly lower cultivation might not even be able to withstand two charges from the army.

As the military formation surged forward, Ye Yang and I also retreated repeatedly, unable to withstand the impact.

"Retreat! Fight them on the platform!" As soon as I shouted, I heard the sound of palm winds striking and cleaving through armor behind me.

Ye Yang was surrounded!

"Kuang Ying Jiu Zhuan (Mad Eagle Nine Turns)!" Without thinking, I mustered all my strength and soared into the air. My body hung upside down, my hands forming claws as I turned back to grab Ye Yang, who was desperately defending himself.

It was only then that I saw Ye Yang's position clearly. His feet were firmly planted behind me.

If Ye Yang had retreated half a step just now, I would have been exposed to the enemy's blades.

I grabbed Ye Yang's shoulders with both hands, gathered my qi, and leaped into the air again. I carried Ye Yang two meters into the air before turning around and throwing him into the distance.

Back then, when my master taught me Kuang Ying Jiu Zhuan, he told me not to use it lightly, especially when my strength was not sufficient.

This move looks incredibly violent, but in reality, it relies on a single breath of true qi to make a person spin nine times in the air. If your true qi is insufficient, you might be interrupted after only one turn and have to stop to gather your strength. That would be enough time for your opponent to kill you several times over.

My hasty attack didn't allow me to fully gather my strength, and I was surrounded by the army. Being able to throw Ye Yang out was already my limit.

After I made my move, I fell towards the military formation.

"Idiot! Step on the sword!" Ye Yang's shout and sword light arrived simultaneously. A long sword shattered the heads of several people in a row, then crashed down and exploded the head of the armored soldier beneath me. The long sword lay across the neck of the headless corpse.

I stepped on the sword, used the force to spring outwards, grabbed Ye Yang's hand as he charged towards me with the sword, and was pulled towards the altar.

We only managed to rush out five steps before the military formation surrounded us again.

"Up!" When I felt Ye Yang's strength fading, I suddenly shook my arm and threw Ye Yang into the air. I stepped on the face of an armored soldier and stopped in mid-air.

At the same time, a sword light stabbed fiercely towards my calf.

I could have dodged the sword with a slight movement, but if I moved, Ye Yang would fall into the encirclement.

In a split second, my right leg suddenly sank downwards, pressing the armored soldier under my feet into the ground by a few inches, also clearing the position of my leg bone.

The next moment, the long sword pierced through my calf, exiting from the other side. I used my body to support Ye Yang, pushing him towards the altar. I waved my hand and slashed at the armored soldier's face. The moment the cold blade split the armored soldier's head in two, Ye Yang pulled me onto the second level of the altar with his Youhun Si (Wandering Soul Silk).

Ye Yang threw me on the ground and took the Zhan Ming Dao (Life Severing Blade) from my back: "You sit here for a while and watch me kill the enemy!"

The blade in Ye Yang's hand swirled like a violent wind, sending armored soldiers who approached the altar flying into the air. I also heard the sound of blades on the top of the altar.

I didn't have to worry about Ye Yang for the time being. Armored soldiers had to climb the altar, and with Ye Yang having the high ground, defending the altar shouldn't be a problem. The battle situation on the top altar was the key.

At that time, I didn't know that while Ye Yang and I were desperately resisting the military formation, the white-haired demoness had already broken out of her confinement.

After the bronze coffin that sealed the demoness was shattered, the white-haired demoness reappeared in the world, carrying the coffin on her back.

The demoness was stunningly beautiful. Her silver hair was all facing backwards, stuck into the coffin that imprisoned the divine general, so she had been coldly staring at the two grandmasters of the Tu Men (Slaughter Sect) while carrying the coffin.

"Ti Gu (Bone Filleting)!" Bai Hanfei was the first to rush towards the demoness, roaring. The tip of the dagger in his hand flashed with white light as it stabbed towards her front, but it retreated after only a touch. In a short time, several blood spots appeared on the demoness's body. Several bloody grooves were also opened on Bai Hanfei's body by her sharp claws.

Feng Ruoxing wanted to help, but was stopped by Wang Tu Fu (Butcher Wang): "Don't move! It's only when the demoness possesses Grandmaster Bai that it will be my turn to act."

When Feng Ruoxing looked at Butcher Wang in horror, tears were already flashing in his eyes: "Entering my Tu Men, there is no resentment for life or death! Grandmaster Bai is worthy of the name of a sorcerer!"

Butcher Wang couldn't bear to watch the Bai family's grandmaster desperately trying to anger the demoness, and closed her eyes slightly. A moment later, she heard the sound of the coffin falling amidst a burst of狂啸声.

When Butcher Wang opened her eyes again, the demoness's white hair had been pulled out of the coffin and shot into Bai Hanfei's body like steel needles.

Bai Hanfei, whose body was riddled with holes except for his face, shouted desperately: "Ti Gu! Ti Gu! Pao Ding Jiu Dao (Butcher Ding's Nine Cuts)..."

Butcher Wang gritted her teeth and rushed towards Bai Hanfei like a fiery cloud. The blade in her hand flew up and down around Bai Hanfei's arms. When Butcher Wang retracted her blade, the flesh and blood of Grandmaster Bai's arms burst into the air under the vibration of true qi, leaving only a pair of bloody,铮铮 iron bones.

Bai Hanfei desperately stepped towards the demoness: "Grandmaster Wang, I'm counting on you! Tell Benefactor, Bai Hanfei has not failed the name of a sorcerer!"