Blade shadows like the wind, swift as lightning.

Only the sound of ’clang clang clang clang’ of iron echoed, as eight steel knives and two iron hooks clashed madly, intertwining in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yuesheng’s strength was immense; within a few breaths, the two opponents felt their hands go numb, forcibly shaken by the force of Qin Yuesheng’s blade.

"Good fellow!" These two bald men, even when fighting two against one, still felt they couldn’t suppress Qin Yuesheng. Instantly, they twirled the iron hooks in their hands, entwining them with the blade edges, making their originally hard weapons seem soft and flexible.

In front of Qin Yuesheng, the two iron hooks interwove through his blade light like wavy lines.

In an instant, he thought of the two skilled yet not world-ranking masters recorded in Duan Huahe’s book he had read before.

The Yao Clan’s twin hooks from He family Village in the Central Plains.

These two were adept at wielding iron hooks, capable of hardness and softness. Their hook techniques were mysterious and ever-changing. From the current situation, it was very likely these two opponents were them.

"I didn’t expect Liu Xian to recruit such masters to assist." Qin Yuesheng thought to himself.

Even though Qin Yuesheng swung his eight blades swiftly, forming a web of blades in front, the Yao brothers relied on their amazing hook techniques, slipping through the blade net like mud eels.

One of the bald men suddenly shouted, and behind him appeared a silver-backed black crab, with one tail stabbing towards Qin Yuesheng’s chest.

Qin Yuesheng remained unflustered as he simultaneously swung his eight steel knives, blocking the black crab’s tail. It became apparent that the so-called tail was actually the Yao brothers’ iron hook.

In the clash of inner strength, the steel blades, being merely ordinary materials, couldn’t withstand the force, and six out of the eight broke instantly, allowing the opponent’s hook to escape and fly rapidly towards Qin Yuesheng’s chest.

"Interesting." Qin Yuesheng discarded the broken blades and, barehanded, caught the attacking iron hook. With a forceful twist, the entire hook bent drastically. Before the opponent could react, Qin Yuesheng grabbed it, pulled the opponent by the collar, and slammed him to the ground in an embarrassing fall.

Qin Yuesheng stepped on the person’s back, and the sound of cracking bones echoed. Instantly, one of the Yao brothers’ twin hooks lost the ability to move.

In just a short exchange, Liu Xian’s men, after a bout of chaos, were quickly reorganized by the arriving generals into neat military formations, adopting a stance of surrounding Qin Yuesheng, not attacking, aiming to trap him on the spot.

"Avenge my brother!" The remaining Yao brother, seeing his sibling unresponsive after Qin Yuesheng’s kick, feared he was either dead or crippled, became filled with anger and immediately launched a fierce assault on Qin Yuesheng without any defense, channeling his entire inner strength.

A massive silver-backed black scorpion manifestation appeared behind him, an expression of his martial arts skill.

Martial arts that could manifest such a form were generally second class or above. Qin Yuesheng, with a grasp of his hand, found that the soldiers around him could no longer hold their weapons in the face of his Star-Picking Hand. Instantly, a large number of knives, spears, and arrows surged towards him, gathering around Qin Yuesheng. As he twirled his fingers, these weapons rotated rapidly around his body as if controlled by an unseen force.

As the remaining Yao brother pointed his hook at him, Qin Yuesheng waved his fingers, and all the weapons flew toward the man, clanging and crashing into his body like a steel torrent.

This technique of weapon manipulation was acquired by Qin Yuesheng after dissolving the old ghost Holy Envoy from the White Lotus Saint Sect, and he found it quite handy.

"This person’s skill is extraordinary, their actions are truly of immortal measure," Xiaoxing stood on a chariot, praising in admiration.

He was Liu Xian’s trusted family general, known for his expertise in military strategy and notable personal strength, thus held in high regard by Liu Xian.

When Liu Xian secretly recruited a private army in preparation for rebellion, Xiaoxing was aware from the beginning. This time, when attacking Cyan Yang City, Liu Xian specifically tasked Xiaoxing with leading the operation, intending for him to gain more military merits.

Cyan Yang City, in Jiangnan, was an average military town, and nobody expected to encounter a tough opponent here. Therefore, Xiaoxing had been rather complacent on his way, never imagining someone would dare to raid their camp at night, during Liu Xian’s peak strength.

"Master Long, what do you think of this person’s strength? Could they be your opponent?" Xiaoxing asked, gripping his sword hilt and turning to the imposing man beside him.

The man was tall and muscular, with a bear-like build, resembling a towering iron pagoda. His muscles were as firm as stones, and the temples on his head bulged noticeably, a clear sign of a person with high inner strength.

His body was covered in colorful dragon tattoos, and his ears hung with two pure gold earrings larger than date pits, giving him a somewhat unconventional appearance.

"Heh, how would one know without a fight," the man replied casually.

Xiaoxing stroked his sword hilt, remaining silent.

This man was named Zhou Ding, the gang leader of the Central Plains Earth Dragon Gang, and in the martial world known as ’The Great Dragon Head.’ Hence, everyone called him Master Long instead of Master Zhou.

His skills were exceptional, and he was recruited early by Liu Xian through various means. In this attack on Cyan Yang City, the Great Dragon Head was tasked with guarding Xiaoxing, highlighting how much Liu Xian valued Xiaoxing.

"The venom has entered the heart." The bald man blocked all the weapons thrown by Qin Yuesheng with his iron hook, then immediately counterattacked by leaping up with a Lightweight Skill, aiming to slash Qin Yuesheng’s throat and continue the motion down to his chest.

Seeing that the people around him had almost all arrived, and the commander of this army had already fearlessly revealed himself, Qin Yuesheng naturally no longer needed to pretend to be evenly matched with this Yao Clan double hooks. He slightly opened his mouth and uttered the word that would cause even masters of Inner Strength to be pulverized and die miserably on the spot.

"Danger!"

Buzz!

Suddenly, a black sound wave like a tide rolled out from Qin Yuesheng’s mouth, spreading at a speed so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

In less than half a breath, one of the Yao Clan double hooks closest to Qin Yuesheng had already shattered before him.

A line of soldiers’ heads exploded, their bodies tearing apart, their skulls like firecrackers with fuses burnt to the end, transforming into bloody fireworks within the sound wave.

The sound wave rapidly expanded and spread, and Liu Xian’s soldiers disappeared entirely from the world before they even saw how their opponent had struck.

All this happened so suddenly that the soldiers standing closer to Qin Yuesheng failed to react. The Great Dragon Head, worthy of being a master from the Central Plains, immediately grabbed Xiaoxing’s shoulder and fled into the distance at the moment he sensed something was wrong.

Luckily, the Great Dragon Head reacted quickly. Just a few steps after they escaped, the sound wave had already spread to the position of the war chariot. The two horses pulling the chariot instantly died in a bloody explosion, not even having time to cry out in agony.

Three breaths later, the vast area around Qin Yuesheng had turned into a desolate, elliptical death zone, devoid of human presence.

"Hmm, this power is indeed astonishing," Qin Yuesheng couldn’t help but think to himself.

The Great Dragon Head fled with Xiaoxing, and Qin Yuesheng, possessing the Biluo Eye, clearly saw this. The Great Dragon Head’s strength was not ordinary; the person he was taking with him could not be a minor figure. This person could not be allowed to escape.

Qin Yuesheng’s Yellow Springs Eye brightened, and the bodies, whether partially intact or somewhat preserved, immediately crawled up from the ground, attacking their former comrades madly.

Qin Yuesheng paid no heed to this and immediately pursued in the direction of the Great Dragon Head’s escape using the Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill.

In the dark night, the Great Dragon Head ran forward driven by sheer force, occasionally glancing back to see if the eight-armed fiend was chasing.

Fortunately, to his relief, no shadow was pursuing from behind, causing him to involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief.

As a thirty-something Inner Strength Martial Artist, the Great Dragon Head had experienced no less than hundreds of battles in the martial world, but he had never seen a martial art with such terrifying power. Just a single sound instantaneously turned hundreds to ash.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the sky, and the Great Dragon Head instinctively struck out with a palm, clashing with the incoming shadow.

His Inner Strength was deep, immediately colliding head-on with the approaching silhouette.

Bam!

In an instant, the Great Dragon Head’s entire arm twisted like a pretzel, causing him to lose control and crash onto the ground, with Xiaoxing sliding straight into flight.

"Who on earth are you!" The Great Dragon Head shouted in shock at Qin Yuesheng, clutching his broken arm.

"You don’t need to know so much." Qin Yuesheng unleashed eight palms, the Great Dragon Head attempted to resist, yet with one arm already broken by Qin Yuesheng’s initial strike, he was no match for Qin Yuesheng. In an instant, under the simultaneous assault of eight palms, he was pulverized, uncontrollably vomiting blood, his body drastically deformed, barely clinging to life.

Qin Yuesheng wasted no time, directly smashing his head, disintegrating him.

Seeing Liu Xian’s sent bodyguard and protector quickly met his death at the hands of Qin Yuesheng, Xiaoxing’s heart sank. He immediately scrambled to his feet and ran toward the nearby dense forest.

Qin Yuesheng reached out with an absorbing gesture, and Xiaoxing barely ran a few steps before he felt himself enveloped by an invisible mighty force, dragging him back until his back was firmly pressed against Qin Yuesheng’s palm.

Observing the man’s unusual attire, his armor lavish and ornate but uselessly aesthetic, Qin Yuesheng realized this person must be the general of this grand army.

"Young hero, we can discuss terms. My lord is the prefect of Yangzhou Prefecture and the future King of Jiangnan. If you spare my life, I’m willing to introduce you..." Xiaoxing, sweating profusely, tried to negotiate with Qin Yuesheng.

"No need. You should peacefully be on your way." Qin Yuesheng suddenly thrust his palm into Xiaoxing’s back, instantly piercing his chest with his entire forearm, and extracting a fist-sized bloody hole.

"Urgh..." Xiaoxing gurgled as blood flowed from his mouth, painfully gazing at the bloody hand protruding from his chest, and immediately choked out a cry, losing his breath entirely.

Qin Yuesheng withdrew his arm, causing the person to collapse weakly onto the ground.