Chapter 166: Blade Splits Heavy Armor!

Young man, what a big mouth!

On Yellow Mud Plaza.

The Heavy Armor Commander holding a great sword pointed his sword tip at the youth riding over, and spoke coldly:

"Just with you alone and one blade, you want to break my three hundred heavy armors?"

"How? You don't believe me?"

About ten zhang from the military formation, Qin Shuo reined in his horse, slowly drew the long sword at his waist, stood alone against the three-hundred-strong formation, and spoke indifferently:

"Hah!"

The Heavy Armor Commander gave a cold snort, said nothing, and merely stared at Qin Shuo with a face full of mockery and ridicule.

One blade shatters three hundred armors!

"Unless the Chief of the Demon Suppression Office himself comes personally, it's absolutely impossible!"

"This lad must be the one who killed the Howling Moon Demon King, causing our Wind Thunder Valley to be investigated today, right?"

Above Wind Thunder Valley, in the clouds.

An old man sat cross-legged on the back of a giant eagle, looking down at the vast Yellow Mud Plaza below.

"Reporting to Elder Yuwen, this is the person!"

Beside the old man, a youth similarly riding a thunder eagle respectfully replied.

"Do you think he can break the formation?" Yuwen Tai continued to ask.

"Probably not."

Yu Xuan Ying shook their head and said:

"These three hundred heavy armors may be individually weak, but once their qi and blood are linked, they can withstand an attack of Organ Refinement Great Achievement."

"Only the Flying Star General, relying on his profound fist technique, could push the military formation back a single step."

"Even if this youth is somewhat stronger than Pang Tong, he's still limited; there's no way he can break the formation."

"You see through things clearly." Yuwen Tai praised without reservation.

His view matched Yu Xuan Ying's; although the youth possessed divine abilities, his cultivation was low, and breaking the formation would be as hard as climbing to heaven.

Boom!

However, just as his words fell, an extremely overbearing blade light rose like a great golden sun from Yellow Mud Plaza, piercing the clouds.

"Not good!"

An extremely bad premonition suddenly rose in Yuwen Tai's heart.

He strained his gaze, urging the thunder eagle to lower its altitude, wanting to see the scene clearly.

However, the blade light was too fierce; even though he protected his eyes with true qi, the piercing blade light still made tears stream down his face.

A blade light a hundred zhang long, like the Milky Way falling from heaven, stretched across the sky.

On Yellow Mud Plaza,

At the moment the blade light appeared, it seemed as if ten thousand hectares of dust were cleared away; wherever the blade light pointed, heaven and earth split, and the dust and air were pushed to both sides, the blade's radiance reaching extremes, as if it would cleave heaven and earth.

Overbearing, sharp, unstoppable!

The airflow between heaven and earth surged like huge waves after the sea is split, sweeping outward across the plaza.

Taken by surprise, many martial artists were blown into a stagger, looking in shock, they saw only a pillar of blade light shooting straight into the clouds.

"This is..."

Under the blade light, the Heavy Armor Commander's pupils contracted violently...

Behind him, the three hundred heavy armors all held their breath, their eyes fixed on the heaven-piercing blade light, filled with shock.

"Blade Nurturing Technique, Heaven-Severing Blade?"

Baili Jingtao's eyes widened, his mouth open wide enough to fit an egg.

Even Lu Dingzhou beside him wore a look of astonishment, his eyes fixed on the dazzling blade light, full of disbelief.

He just joined the Demon Suppression Office, didn't he?

How could he execute such a terrifying Blade Nurturing Technique?

This hundred-zhang blade light is almost on par with the prince's finest Divine Blade Guard, right?

"Kill!"

The Heavy Armor Commander roared, unleashing his qi and blood without reserve, his eyes turning blood-red from overexertion.

Behind him, the three hundred heavy armors also simultaneously erupted with qi and blood.

In an instant, on Yellow Mud Plaza, a crimson torrent of qi and blood shot up like war smoke, trembling in the rolling gale, like a banner snapping in the wind.

Such mighty qi and blood left the onlookers shouting in alarm.

"Kill!"

The three hundred heavy armors shouted in unison, driving the qi-and-blood dragon to crash into the heaven-piercing blade light.

Boom!

The blade light fell like thunder, wrapped in extremely intense explosive killing intent, and a surging blade qi as terrifying as a river bursting its banks.

Bang!

It was as if a water bladder unable to bear the load suddenly burst.

The three hundred heavy armors' elite, struck like by a mountain, scattered flying; the links of their qi and blood were severed by that piercing blade qi, turning from a unified mighty mountain into loose sand, each fighting on their own.

Clang clang clang!

The heavy armors flew sideways, falling like giant stones, smashing pits into Yellow Mud Plaza.

A huge trench several meters deep began before Qin Shuo and stretched all the way to the mountain gate of Wind Thunder Valley.

On both sides of the trench lay severed limbs and limbs, scattered broken iron armor, soaked in blood and entrails.

Whoosh—

The airflow displaced by the blade light turned into a gale that rolled up sky‑filled dust and blew back, filling the inside and outside of the square with a murky, choking haze.

A thick smell of blood filled everyone's nose and mouth.

Silence!

Just a moment ago the square was filled with earth‑shaking shouts of battle, but in an instant it seemed to lose all sound, and everyone's gaze fixed on the knife‑wielding youth on horseback turned stiff and terrified.

"This power…"

Ba Li Jingtao's eyes widened in shock, a chill ran down his back, and the hairs on his whole body almost stood on end.

The combined qi‑and‑blood strike of the three‑hundred‑man formation is enough to make even a warrior who has mastered viscera‑refining temporarily avoid its edge.

However…

Yet this very strike, which even he dared not meet head‑on, was cleaved apart by a single blade!

"How can his blade‑nurturing art be so terrifying?"

Gazing at the ferocious trench several meters wide and a hundred zhang long before him, He Mingjing felt his head buzzing.

As a blade‑nurturer, no one understands what a hundred‑zhang blade light signifies better than he does.

The longer the blade light, the deeper one's comprehension of the Absolute Heaven Blade Intent.

And a hundred zhang is the limit of blade qi that a blade‑nurturer can reach before breaking through to the master level.

It is said that even among the Old Lord's Divine Blade Guard, those who can cleave a hundred‑zhang blade light are rare, each one a blade‑dao expert bearing the bearing of a master.

Yet the fellow before us, who has only just learned blade‑nurturing a few days ago, has completed the path that countless blade‑nurturers need ten or twenty years to walk.

What the hell kind of freak is this?

"Blade‑nurturing art!"

Pang Tong's breathing grew a little uneven, his hand gripping the reins trembling slightly.

If he had not already investigated Qin Shuo's origins and background thoroughly,

he would even suspect that the youth before him, wielding a single blade that split the three‑hundred‑man formation, might be the illegitimate child of the world's number one blade master.

Such blade technique, such comprehension!

Pang Tong simply could not imagine that half a year ago, the other party was merely a hunter's son who could not even fill his stomach and was daily oppressed by local ruffians.

This transformation is truly unimaginable!

"Did he really learn his blade‑nurturing art only after arriving in Yunzhou City?"

Although he already had the answer in his heart, he still could not help asking He Mingjing, who stood there dumbstruck, for confirmation.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Pang Tong's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

The growth speed of this youth before him is truly astonishing, even making him feel unable to keep up.

He turned his head and saw behind him a group of Demon‑Suppressing Commandants, all with vacant stares, looking at the black‑clad youth as if gazing upon a deity.

In him, Pang Tong dimly recalled seeing that graceful figure who wielded the Phoenix‑Winged Gold‑Inlaid Halberd, pressing down the great clans and sects of Yunzhou so they could not lift their heads.

"Is the Demon‑Suppressing Office going to produce another Fu Lingyun?"

Song Changfeng blended into the crowd of onlookers, his eyes fixed on the ferocious, terrifying trench in the square and the scattered armor and limbs strewn about, his expression somewhat dazed.

Recalling the past, that girl who rode a blue bird was likewise a lone spear‑wielder who overturned all the major sects of Yunzhou.

Even these fellow court officials of theirs could not escape defeat, all falling beneath that Phoenix‑Winged Gold‑Inlaid Halberd.

And now, another Qin Shuo has appeared.

His sharpness even surpasses that of the girl from back then, and his strikes are even more ruthless and merciless.

"Who else wishes to block the way?"

His plain voice echoed across the Yellow‑Earth Plaza.

Though his tone was not loud, it sent chills through many martial‑world folk.

This youth…

He's not someone to provoke!

This is someone else's mountain gate, yet he shows no restraint—under a single blade strike at least ten disciples of the Wind‑Thunder Valley have been slain.

Such ferocious demeanor and slaughter truly inspire dread to the utmost degree!

"Bold madman, dare you kill my sect's disciples?"

At that moment, a furious roar erupted from above the mountain gate.

Boom!

The sound wave surged like thunder, and terrifying lightning illuminated half the sky.

The crowd looked up in shock to see a gray‑clad, gray‑haired old man descending from the heavens, his robes and long hair flying wildly, as he raised his arms and swung them, his surrounding aura crackling like electricity.

He seemed like a thunder god descended to earth, holding in his palm a blazing lightning pool that shone like the rising sun, which he brought down upon Qin Shuo's head.

"Thunder‑Rushing Hand, Yuwen Tai?"

Ba Li Jingtao's pupils contracted.

Then came the angry shout of the Flying Star General Pang Tong from ahead: "Yuwen, you old coot, dare you launch a sneak attack?"

Before his words even finished, the man had already launched himself upward like a great peng spreading its wings, and struck sideways at the blazing lightning pool.