Chapter 458: Another Beauty Coming to Her Death!

Yu Xian sent Ning Zhongze and Huang Rong back to the rear with another gust of gentle wind, letting them adjust their breathing while his own gaze locked onto the expert among the Japanese forces.

Li Hanyi was the first to react. Seeing Ning Zhongze and Huang Rong blown away, she immediately turned her sword tip and headed toward the direction they had just been.

The Iron Horse Ice River in her hand hummed, and a layer of chilling cold light surfaced on the blade; she had clearly pushed her Sword Intent to the limit.

Immediately, the Sword Qi of the Iron Horse Ice River swept out like a violent storm, pressing directly toward the expert hidden among the Japanese crowd.

However, the opponent seemed to have anticipated it. With a flash of his body, he disappeared from the spot. Li Hanyi’s Sword Qi hit nothing but air, leaving only a faint sword mark in the atmosphere.

Following that, a cold and sinister laugh came from behind the Japanese crowd: “Women of the Central Plains do have some brute strength, but unfortunately, they remain vulnerable.”

As the voice fell, a man walked out. He wore a metal mask covering his face above the nose, had dark skin, and wore a green hooded robe that covered his head.

He held no weapon in his hands, merely keeping them behind his back, yet his entire body radiated a heart-palpitating Aura. It was not at all weaker than the previous Old Emperor of Japan, and even vaguely surpassed him.

Li Hanyi’s eyes narrowed, and the knuckles of her hand gripping the Iron Horse Ice River turned slightly white. She could clearly feel the unfathomable Aura on the opponent, like a giant beast lurking in an abyss, ready to erupt with destructive power at any moment.

But she did not shrink back. Instead, she raised the Sword Intent of the Iron Horse Ice River to its peak. Her icy Killing Intent locked onto the Masked Man as she shouted coldly, “Coward hiding your face, come out and meet your death!”

The Masked Man let out a sneer. Without moving his feet, his figure left an afterimage on the spot like a ghost, and in the next moment, he appeared several yards in front of Li Hanyi.

His eyes, the only part exposed, were as cold as a venomous snake. He swept his gaze over Li Hanyi and said with a hint of disdain, “Spirit Travel Realm? You dare to be so insolent before this seat?”

Before his voice finished, he joined his right fingers like a sword and slashed through the Void Realm toward Li Hanyi. A condensed, ink-like finger force tore through the air, causing the atmosphere to let out a piercing shriek wherever it passed, carrying a suffocating sense of pressure.

Li Hanyi was about to make a move when she suddenly felt an arm around her waist. She was immediately pulled in a different direction, and then Yu Xian’s voice sounded in her ear: “He is not someone you can handle. Leave this to me; go eliminate the remaining people. There are still many skilled fighters over there.”

As soon as he spoke, Yu Xian charged like an arrow toward that ink-colored finger force.

He did not use a weapon, simply reaching out with a palm and pushing forward seemingly slowly. The two forces collided violently in mid-air. The ink-colored finger force was instantly dissipated by more than half by the palm strength, and the remaining energy was skillfully diverted aside by him, exploding a huge crater in the distant mountains.

The Masked Man’s pupils constricted slightly. He clearly hadn’t expected Yu Xian to neutralize his attack so easily. His raspy voice carried a hint of surprise: “So you are the master of this Xue Luo Manor?”

Yu Xian sneered, his Aura suddenly surging. His black robes moved without wind, and the purple-gold patterns shimmered in the sunlight. “Indeed. As for you, a rat hiding your head and tail, not even daring to show your true face, you think you’re worthy of calling yourself ‘this seat’?”

With that, his figure blurred, and he appeared instantly in front of the Masked Man. Palm shadows blasted out like a violent storm, each palm carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth.

The Masked Man did not dare to be careless. His hands rapidly formed seals in front of his chest, and black Qi swirled around him, turning into countless ghostly shadows to meet the fist shadows.

For a time, black Qi and golden light intertwined above Xue Luo Manor. The surging energy scattered in all directions, shaking the surrounding clouds apart.

The people below held their breath at the sight. They could feel the terrifying pressure generated by the clash between these two, making even breathing difficult.

The Old Emperor of Japan hadn’t expected an expert to be hidden in his ranks. His gaze sharpened, but he also knew now was not the time to investigate. If not for this expert, the people he brought would have already been slaughtered by those women!

He wanted to charge toward The Women, but the space around him was sealed off by Zhang Sanfeng’s Dusting Brush.

Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes were as calm as water. The silver threads of the Dusting Brush tightly bound his movements like living things. His tone carried a hint of indifference yet unquestionable majesty: “Your opponent is this old Taoist.”

The Old Emperor of Japan roared, his other hand forming a claw, clawing toward Zhang Sanfeng’s face with a sharp wind, trying to force him back.

Zhang Sanfeng did not dodge. His left hand formed a Taiji Seal and slowly pushed against the opponent’s claw wind. The seemingly slow movement contained infinite variations, skillfully deflecting the opponent’s strength. At the same time, the Dusting Brush followed the momentum to entwine, actually rendering both of the Old Emperor of Japan’s arms immobile.

Their figures crossed, palm winds and claw shadows clashing intensely in the narrow space, making muffled sounds as the surrounding air seemed to be stirred into distortion.

Although Ning Zhongze and Huang Rong had been sent to the rear by Yu Xian, how could they possibly rest and recover in peace?

They watched the figures fighting fiercely ahead, listening to the clanging of weapons and the shouts of their companions, the anxiety in their hearts burning like fire.

Ning Zhongze and Huang Rong looked at each other, immediately took out a Medicinal Pill, swallowed it, and then circulated their power to adjust their breathing. In a short while, they had recovered and then charged back with their swords, rejoining the battle.

However, this time they were more careful to avoid any other hidden experts among the Japanese.

Seeing that Ning Zhongze and Huang Rong were fine, the hearts of The Women finally settled, and their movements became even more fierce.

As the one with the highest cultivation among The Women, Li Hanyi kept an eye on the others’ movements while fighting, fearing a repeat of what happened to Ning Zhongze and Huang Rong.

And she soon discovered another expert using a saber among the Japanese.

Dao Baifeng, Lin Shiyin, Dai Qisi, and Min Rou teamed up but couldn’t do anything to the opponent; instead, they were gradually falling into a disadvantage.

After Li Hanyi quickly dealt with the Japanese samurai in front of her, she immediately flew over to provide support.

That saber user’s cultivation was not below hers!

The long saber in the saber user’s hand was narrow and long, glowing with a ghostly blue light. The saber style was broad and powerful yet moved at bizarre angles. Every slash seemed capable of rending space, and the Saber Qi was bone-chillingly cold, forcing the four women—Dao Baifeng and the others—to retreat repeatedly, their situation becoming precarious.

Li Hanyi’s eyes narrowed, and her Iron Horse Ice River Sword Intent was instantly pushed to the limit. Her figure turned into a streak of light, piercing toward the saber user’s back with the sound of breaking air.

The saber user seemed to sense it. Without turning his head, he swung his saber backward. The saber light and sword light collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening metallic clash. A powerful shockwave spread out, blowing the snow on the ground several feet into the air.

The saber user used the force to spin around, a cruel smile appearing on his face as he said in broken Central Plains dialect: “Another beauty coming to her death!”