Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 992 - 992 11 Little Snake Achieves Merits Combined

Chapter 992: Chapter 11 Little Snake Achieves Merits [Combined Two in One] Chapter 992: Chapter 11 Little Snake Achieves Merits [Combined Two in One] “Dong Tiesong… you guys… what kind of thing is that guy?!”

The leader of the men in black robes and masked faces shouted angrily.

Dong Tiesong unleashed three successive sword strikes, neutralizing the opponent’s wave of attacks, before he managed to say, “He’s not a thing!”

As the lead black-robed, masked man’s offensive was not yet finished, his long sword, swift like the wind and sprinkling cold starlight, pressured Dong Tiesong to keep retreating. He said, “Elder Dong, that person is the son of your palace’s master, right?”

Dong Tiesong said, “Of course, that’s true. However, our young master is kind-hearted and does not wish to kill rashly…”

He was interrupted by a sneer before he could finish, “Dong Tiesong, I can’t believe an old man like you would have the nerve to spout such nonsense!”

Dong Tiesong replied angrily, “Believe it or not, that’s up to you. Is the identity of our palace master’s son even in doubt?”

“Who is talking about that? Who doesn’t know he’s the young master of Cloud Palace? I’m talking about your young master being kind-hearted—that I’ve never seen in my life such kind-heartedness…”

As the black-robed, masked man was speaking, his gaze suddenly intensified. He let out a thunderous shout and with a forceful sword strike, he swept Dong Tiesong’s blade aside and, moving as swiftly as lightning, thrust forward, landing a palm strike on Dong Tiesong’s chest.

Unprepared for this turn of events, Dong Tiesong, whose martial arts cultivation was already slightly inferior to that of the masked leader, and having been seriously injured by the Cloud Piercing Arrow, even if Feng Yin’s miraculous medicine had brought him back from the brink of death, could not have possibly recovered entirely in such a short time. His combat abilities were inevitably compromised.

Furthermore, being distracted by the conversation and not expecting that the masked leader, who seemed to be talking amiably, would suddenly go all out in a desperate attack, Dong Tiesong took a solid hit.

With a loud cry, Dong Tiesong staggered backward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, already injured internally. Yet after sending Dong Tiesong flying with that palm strike, the leader of the masked men did not pursue his advantage. Instead, he turned and charged toward Feng Yin, his speed even faster than before.

“Stop him!”

Dong Tiesong shouted.

He also saw that the man in black was in such a hurry to save someone.

But everyone had their own opponent, with none to spare the effort to help; they could only watch helplessly as the masked leader rushed at Feng Yin!

On the other side, Feng Yin, undistracted, drew his knife, and a bright light of the blade shone forth, like a dragon dancing amidst the dust and mist, as if the cosmos had burst open. With one brilliant stroke, the strike was mighty and irresistible.

Facing this miraculous blade, the opposing masked man instinctively felt that he couldn’t dodge, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think of trying to evade. No direction—forward, back, left, or right—would work. It was useless, meaningless!

The only way he could possibly withstand this strike was to meet it head on.

If he were to fall short in strength, he faced being split in two, meeting his demise on the spot!

The masked man confronting Feng Yin was also a battle-hardened veteran from Cloud Top, fully aware that he had been intimidated by the threat of the blade. He quickly gathered his wits to suppress the trepidation caused by the blade’s approach and let out a roar. Channeling all his cultivation into his own blade, the blade wasn’t even swung yet, but the blade’s force already flew out with a swish.

The blade’s qi flickered like a tangible thing, and at first glance, it seemed like both blades were being thrust, one after the other.

He had witnessed Young Master Dong fighting his enemies and had determined that the young man’s cultivation was mediocre, but that the weapon in his hand was a divine armament, exceptionally sharp and peerless in combat.

Even a few of those wielding massive weapons or similarly divine armaments among his allies had their weapons shattered effortlessly upon clashing—such was the testament to its sharpness.

Facing such a breathtaking and brilliantly magnificent strike, he was naturally fully prepared.

Facing a blade that could only be met head on, with no room for evasion, he concentrated all his cultivation for a counterattack, the only way to possibly withstand the strike, the only chance for survival, even a chance for a counter kill.

Now there was no time or leeway to consider whether to spare the life of the young master of Cloud Palace in front of him—it was about saving his own life first!

If one has no life left, what’s the point of worrying about what comes after?!

It must be said that his judgement, response, and plans were all flawless.

Feng Yin’s sword technique was indeed sharp and overwhelming, but precisely because of that, its flaw was also clear: if the unstoppable momentum was disrupted, problems would ensue—fatal problems.

Because at such a time, it was also when the most obvious openings were exposed.

Utterly vulnerable!

But there was still something he had miscalculated…what he got wrong was…the sharpness of Feng Yin’s weapon!

A fatally wrong miscalculation!

But the fault couldn’t be placed on the man in the mask; his knowledge and judgement were based on his limited experiences, and the degree of sharpness of Feng Yin’s weapon surpassed what the world of Anping Continent could comprehend.

The unstoppable blade descended, directly meeting the oncoming blade qi.

The invisible blade qi was effortlessly split in two, and then with a dull thud, the blade landed on the opponent’s sword. With just a click, the opponent’s thick-backed long sword broke in half, both pieces falling away without resistance.

The man felt a sudden lightness in his hands and knew at once that something was terribly wrong. He instinctively retreated as fast as he could go, including the force of the recoil from the impact of their clash.

But the outcome corroborated his initial assumption: this strike was inescapable, with no place to hide. Any attempt at evasion would spell utter defeat, certain death without doubt!

Navigated by the interchange of their vital forces and the pull of the blade, his retreat directly caused the chaos of the blade’s edge to surge, pursuing him with an even faster, more rapid velocity.