Chapter 423: Chapter 276: Armor Stacking School—Invincible with Shields (Bonus Chapter 4/8)

"Oh?" Seeing that Wuyang Zhenren was actually able to dodge his surprise attack, Qin Yuesheng was instantly intrigued.

Looks like the little thief who broke into Fengchu City tonight isn’t so simple.

He promptly pulled out two more throwing knives, flinging them in a double-swallow formation, once again striking at Wuyang Zhenren’s position.

The two blades circled the night sky like phantoms, moving without a trace under Qin Yuesheng’s control, fast as lightning, yet utterly silent—this was the pinnacle of throwing knife technique.

This is the Flying Knife Divine Skill—killing unseen.

Wuyang Zhenren stared sharply around him. With his experience, if an enemy’s sneak attack fails once, they’re likely to try again. And so, he immediately cast his secret skill.

Wuyang Zhenren formed hand seals with both hands, directing True Qi from his body into his fingers. With a swift gesture, a faint aura of light appeared before him, turning into a small shield that hovered above his head.

Bam!

Just as Wuyang Zhenren was about to act again, two whistling shadows flew at him, striking him squarely in the chest.

But at that moment, the small shield abruptly expanded, blocking both flying knives, then instantly shattered, dissolving into light and vanishing on the spot.

"Tch!" Wuyang Zhenren hurriedly darted to the side, ducking into a nearby house and stacking armor again.

His Armor Stacking Skill focused far more on defense than offense. With each stacking, another small shield would appear above his head, blocking the next attack for the caster.

And since the shield persisted for a good while after each use, disciples of the Armor Stacking School could quickly layer shields for formidable defense.

Of course, unlimited armor stacking was only an ideal; casting magic consumed the True Qi within one’s body. Once your True Qi ran dry, you couldn’t stack any more, so the number of shields depended on your True Qi reserves.

Seeing Wuyang Zhenren duck beneath the house and instantly vanish from sight, Qin Yuesheng stopped throwing knives.

The Biluo Eye only magnified his vision, not piercing through solid objects. So once Wuyang Zhenren started hiding, Qin Yuesheng, observing from afar, couldn’t do much to him.

But Wuyang Zhenren seemed to forget that he wasn’t acting alone tonight; his three disciples had come with him.

As those three slipped into Fengchu City, just like their master, they were immediately spotted by Qin Yuesheng.

He tossed out three throwing knives, each aimed at one of the infiltrators.

Meanwhile, Wuyang Zhenren had just stacked two shields. Seeing his disciples jump from the city wall and land, his face instantly changed: "Not good!"

Without hesitation, he rushed out of hiding at top speed toward them.

His disciples, seeing their master running over with two small shields above his head, clearly hadn’t realized just how dangerous their situation was.

As soon as Wuyang Zhenren reached them, he pulled the three behind him. At that moment, two throwing knives whistled in—the sound rang out, and the blades arrived before him.

The two small shields floated overhead, blocked the knives, then vanished into thin air.

But in that instant, a cold, silent gleam flashed by, piercing Wuyang Zhenren’s chest.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Now the three finally reacted, crowding around their master’s body, anxiously calling out.

"Quick, get me over there. There’s a master of hidden weapons lurking here. We can’t stay exposed, hurry and hide!"

Wuyang Zhenren explained the situation concisely. His three disciples weren’t cowards—they didn’t panic or mess up in such moments.

The three instantly grabbed Wuyang Zhenren and bolted for a nearby building to take cover.

Seeing the four vanish from sight, Qin Yuesheng grasped the Celestial Fire Divine Blade at his feet and stood. "I’ve waited so long; finally someone came to assassinate Sanhuang."

The reason Qin Yuesheng let Sanhuang compete in Jiangnan was to use him as bait, drawing in the experts who wanted to eliminate Qin Yuesheng.

Qin Yuesheng hid in the shadows protecting Sanhuang, waiting to slay those experts one by one and collect Inner Strength Pills.

At last, after days of waiting, the first batch of killers had arrived.

Qin Yuesheng took a great leap like a fired cannonball, roaring toward the direction where Wuyang Zhenren and company had disappeared.

In just a few breaths, Qin Yuesheng reached the spot, but saw no sign of Wuyang Zhenren and his crew—they must’ve hidden well.

Qin Yuesheng spoke coldly, "Since you’re here, why not come out and face me? With me here, your purpose tonight can’t possibly succeed. You might as well join forces and try to kill me—it’s your only chance."

No response.

Qin Yuesheng listened intently; he could vaguely hear the breaths of nearby people, proving the group was still close, hadn’t left.

Click!

A suspicious sound of something opening rang out, snapping Qin Yuesheng to alert. Suddenly, from three corners—southeast, west, and north—three beams of blue light burst a yard high as Wuyang Zhenren’s disciples emerged from the dark, each wielding an iron umbrella.

Their umbrella surfaces were bony like strips of bamboo, easy to fold and unfold.

Each umbrella emitted a beam that linked with the others, forming a triangle array encasing Qin Yuesheng within.

Qin Yuesheng stripped the Profound Nether Golden-Eyed Beast hide from the Celestial Fire Divine Blade and tossed it aside. Instantly, the blade ignited in blazing flames, waving in his hand like a sword of fire.

No need for words—Qin Yuesheng attacked at once, charging at one of them with a mighty swing, aiming to cleave the man.

The opponent spun his umbrella quickly, launching a rainstorm of rhomboid white darts from its surface, pelting Qin Yuesheng from head to toe.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Qin Yuesheng swung the Celestial Fire Divine Blade in a massive arc, smashing every dart instantly—barely even slowing him down.

Qin Yuesheng closed in, slashing down fiercely. Unless something changed, this man was doomed—no way he could block the blow alone.

But just then, a figure stepped in front of Qin Yuesheng—it was Wuyang Zhenren!

The wound from the flying knife now smeared with red mud—apparently a healing salve.

Wuyang Zhenren didn’t need to act—his small shield atop his head blocked Qin Yuesheng’s slash.

The shield shattered instantly, but Wuyang Zhenren was barely bothered.

Qin Yuesheng frowned, seeing five more small shields hovering above Wuyang Zhenren’s head.

This guy’s really cocky!

Taking Qin Yuesheng’s blow, Wuyang Zhenren fell back. As Qin Yuesheng prepared to chase, twin silver chains suddenly wrapped his wrists, locking him in place.

He looked back—it was the other two disciples wielding iron umbrellas.

The formation they’d set up was obviously a trapping array: one attacking, two restraining, Wuyang Zhenren popping in now and then with Armor Stacking Skill to block Qin Yuesheng’s blows for the disciples.

This trick had worked countless times, and for the moment, Qin Yuesheng was truly restrained—it was a pretty shameless move.

While Qin Yuesheng struggled, Wuyang Zhenren kept stacking more shields. At this rate, most people would get bogged down, powerless to turn the tables.

But Qin Yuesheng was no ordinary man. He swung a mysterious blade—instantly, thunder boomed above, merging with his strike: a bolt of thunder slashing toward the ground.

This was Seven Great Limits of Heaven and Earth—Thunder!

The lightning, entwined with flames, erupted in the shape of a ’rice’ character, blade energy scattering violently, smashing into the three of the array. None could withstand the power of the Seven Limits Saber Skill, and all three were sent flying.

With the formation’s core shifted, the array was broken.

Qin Yuesheng broke free, striding straight up to Wuyang Zhenren.

Thousand-Handed Buddha Transformation!

If you have shields for defense, I’ll play speed with speed—each palm shatters one of your shields. Let’s see how many you can stack.

Countless palm shadows roared forth, each bearing physical force. Wuyang Zhenren, no novice, instantly sensed how fearsome Qin Yuesheng’s technique was, inwardly lamenting.

Who would’ve thought this new power was backed by such a formidable master? This was really picking a fight with an iron wall.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The small shields above Wuyang Zhenren’s head vanished one by one, but his armor stacking speed was hopelessly outmatched by Qin Yuesheng’s thunderous strikes.

When the last shield disappeared, Qin Yuesheng landed several palms on Wuyang Zhenren himself.

Wuyang Zhenren went flying like a battered rag doll, crashing into the city wall before tumbling down.

"Puh!" Upon landing, Wuyang Zhenren coughed up a mouthful of blood—the Palm Force from Qin Yuesheng had hurt him inside.

Qin Yuesheng knew well the power of Thousand-Handed Buddha Transformation—under normal conditions, after taking so many palms, Wuyang Zhenren’s organs should’ve been utterly pulverized, dying on the spot. Yet here he only spat blood, not even critically wounded.

Plainly, he must be wearing some treasure to cushion the impact, dissipating much of the Palm Force from Thousand-Handed Buddha Transformation.

Qin Yuesheng strode over to Wuyang Zhenren at once.

"Daoist, why aren’t you cultivating peacefully in your temple? What are you doing here, sneaking around in the dead of night?" Qin Yuesheng demanded.

"I had urgent business in the city, that’s all. But you—without reason—slaughtered us the moment we arrived, isn’t that a little tyrannical?" Wuyang Zhenren retorted.

He had come to assassinate Sanhuang, yet before even lifting a finger, Qin Yuesheng had pounded him to the ground. It was deeply frustrating.

Wuyang Zhenren reflected: after years of cultivation, he’d never been ground down so miserably by anyone else.