149: Chaos 3

"Good!"

The two merged with the remnants, totaling only a dozen or so people, yet all were valiant and fierce. They formed an Arrowhead Formation and fought hard to charge toward the northeast corner.

Chen Linsheng saw this and had already made a decision in his heart.

"Master, I will go lend them a hand! The northeast light pillar is the weak point of the Formation. If it can be broken, the Formation will surely fall into chaos!"

Martial Arts Hall Master sent two Blood Puppets flying with a palm strike and said in a heavy voice, "Watch out for sneak attacks from underground! These rats specialize in attacking the lower body!"

"This Disciple understands!"

Chen Linsheng took a deep breath, the Jiaojin Realm blood and qi within his body surged violently, and the large tendons throughout his body emitted low dragon roars. He no longer suppressed his injuries, turning the sharp pain into clarity. He held the Heart-Clearing Pill given by Su Wan under his tongue, its cool medicinal power protecting his mind and resisting the erosion of the yin baleful energy.

The next moment, his figure shot out like an arrow from a bowstring!

Pushing "Crane Ape Illusory Wind Steps" and the "White Crane Wind and Cloud Song" Mind-Cultivation Technique to their limits, his figure traced elegant and eerie arcs across the chaotic battlefield, avoiding the pouncing Blood Puppets and bypassing the frenzied crowd to catch up with Mu Qingxue and Han Tie's small squad.

Along the way, he saw Yan Chen being supported by two martial arts hall Disciples, staggering backward, yet still occasionally flicking out a wisp of faint Fire Energy to burn the approaching Blood Puppets. He was cursing incessantly with foul language, but he had indeed burned away the mobility of three Blood Puppets.

He saw Yu Linfeng waving his folding fan, the white jade luster of the fan surface flowing as it completely deflected and counter-shook the attacks of three Blood Puppets. His posture remained elegant, but fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

He saw Xu Wangshu protected in the middle by two Academy classmates. His hands pressed down on imaginary zither strings (the zither was lost, only the zither intent remained), and silent sonic waves vibrated, actually causing the surrounding Blood Puppets to slow down for an instant, creating an opportunity for his companions to kill them.

He saw Nangong Lie covered in blood, his Blazing Dragon Palm violently matchless as it blasted a charred hole into a Blood Puppet's chest, though his own left shoulder had also been clawed, leaving it a bloody mess.

He saw Liu Suifeng's figure like a ghost, weaving between the Blood Puppets. His Water-Parting Thorns specialized in stabbing joints, eye sockets, and behind the ears, retreating immediately after a single strike. Five Blood Puppets already lay on the ground twitching.

Everyone was fighting a desperate battle, everyone was struggling to survive.

Chen Linsheng's heart grew colder, yet clearer.

The White Lotus Sect... such an evil sect truly deserves to be exterminated!

He increased his speed by another thirty percent and finally caught up with Mu Qingxue and Han Tie's squad.

"Brother Chen?" Han Tie caught sight of him, feeling slightly surprised.

"The northeast light pillar is the weak point; I've come to assist."} Chen Linsheng was brief and to the point.

Mu Qingxue pierced through a Blood Puppet's throat with her sword, withdrew the blade, turned back to glance at him, and nodded slightly without saying much.

With the three of them working together, the power of the Arrowhead Formation increased greatly. Chen Linsheng's Hunyuan Palm force was vigorous, responsible for repelling enemies and opening a path from the front; Mu Qingxue's Sword Qi was precise and icy, responsible for picking off the most threatening targets; Han Tie's war saber was ruthless, responsible for clearing the flanks and finishing off enemies.

The squad of over ten people was like a sharp knife, forcefully tearing a gap in the tide of Blood Puppets and approaching to within thirty yards of the northeast light pillar!

Upon arriving here, the pressure suddenly increased!

Around the light pillar, a full thirty-plus Blood Puppets gathered, among which three were exceptionally tall with dark-purple skin and solid red light in their eyes. Their auras were comparable to Late-stage Flesh Tempering Realm Martial Artists!

Even more troublesome, four figures dressed in gray robes with white lotus masks covering their faces stood quietly before the light pillar. Their auras were obscure and cold, and the weapons in their hands varied—Scimitar, Chain Dart, Short Thorn, and Iron Fan. They were clearly elite Martial Artists of the White Lotus Sect, and their strength was likely not below the Flesh Refining Realm Perfection!

"Finally, a few decent bugs have arrived." The gray-robed man in the center holding the Scimitar had a raspy voice. His eyes behind the mask swept over Chen Linsheng and the others, finally landing on Mu Qingxue. "The Ice Beauty of the Qiushui Sword Sect... the Lord has ordered that she be taken alive. As for the rest, kill them without exception."

"Kill!"

Without any nonsense, the four gray-robed men moved simultaneously!

The Scimitar was like the moon, the Chain Dart like a snake, the Short Thorn like a poisonous fang, and the Iron Fan like a flying wheel, each taking on Chen Linsheng, Mu Qingxue, Han Tie, and another military expert!

Meanwhile, those three dark-purple Blood Puppets led the rest of the Blood Puppets, roaring as they pounced toward the rest of the squad!

The great battle erupted instantly!

Chen Linsheng faced off against the gray-robed leader using the Scimitar.

The saber light was as cold and desolate as moonlight, its trajectory eerie and unpredictable, and it even carried a bone-chilling Saber Intent. He was clearly practicing a heterodox saber technique. Chen Linsheng's right palm was inconvenient, so he met the enemy with his left palm. His Hunyuan Palm defended flawlessly, but it was difficult to counterattack for a moment.

"Showing off so much at the Hidden Dragon Banquet, yet now you can only desperately defend?" The gray-robed leader sneered, his saber momentum becoming even more rapid and treacherous, specifically targeting Chen Linsheng's lower body and ribs.

Chen Linsheng remained silent, his Tracking Perfection perception locking onto every twitch of the opponent's muscles and every flow of true jin.

He was observing, looking for a flaw.

After ten moves, he keenly noticed that every time the opponent's saber momentum transitioned from an "oblique upward slash" to a "downward chop," there would be an extremely subtle lag in the right shoulder—was that an old injury? Or a flaw in the Cultivation Technique?

Now!

Chen Linsheng suddenly stopped retreating and met a saber edge with his left palm. Borrowing the force to spin his body, although his right hand could not form a fist, he pointed like a sword, pale gold qi condensing at his fingertip. Using the Layered Waves force delivery method, he pointed a finger at the opponent's Jianjing Acupoint!

This finger strike wasn't too fast, but it contained three layers of overlapping penetrating force, and its trajectory had predicted the opponent's physical position after the change in saber momentum!

The gray-robed leader's expression changed slightly. His saber momentum was already spent and he couldn't pull back to defend in time, so he could only strike out with his left palm to block.

"Pfft!"

Finger and palm collided!

The first layer of force was neutralized by the opponent's palm force, but the second layer had already penetrated through, and the third layer followed closely behind, slamming hard into the opponent's Jianjing Acupoint!

"Crack!"

The sound of a faint bone fracture rang out!

The gray-robed leader groaned, his right arm instantly becoming numb and weak, and the Scimitar nearly slipped from his hand! He retreated in horror, the look in his eyes as he watched Chen Linsheng filled with shock and rage: "You... were hiding your strength?!"

Chen Linsheng did not answer, taking advantage of the situation to attack fiercely! He struck out with successive Suppressing the Mountain strikes with his left palm. The palm wind was vigorous, forcing the opponent to retreat repeatedly and parry in a disheveled manner.

On the other side, Mu Qingxue faced the gray-robed man using the Chain Dart.

The Chain Dart was like a poisonous snake leaping into the air, attacking from a distance and entangling up close, being strangely difficult to defend against.

But Mu Qingxue had a Clear Sword Heart, and her Sword Qi was icy and precise, always able to strike the weak points of the Chain Dart, causing its attacks to repeatedly fail.

After ten moves, she severed the iron chain of the Chain Dart with a single sword strike. The remaining momentum of the Sword Qi did not fade, carving a deep, bone-deep bloody wound across the gray-robed man's chest!

Han Tie, meanwhile, was locked in a fierce battle with the gray-robed man using the Short Thorn. The military saber technique was valiant, while the opponent's Short Thorn was insidious. The two met attack with attack, blood splattering, both being fearless of death.

The last gray-robed man using the Iron Fan was entangled by three military experts. Although the Iron Fan was sharp, he was unable to break free for the time being.

The three dark-purple Blood Puppets were exceptionally difficult to deal with, being thick-skinned and possessing immense strength; ordinary attacks could not harm them in the slightest. The rest of the squad fought a bitter battle in Formation, and two people had already fallen heavily injured.

Chen Linsheng caught a glimpse of the situation and knew in his heart that they had to settle the battle quickly.

Dragging it out would only be disadvantageous for them. These Blood Puppets had a purpose; once they succeeded and fled, the squad would instead suffer a great loss. This crisis had to be ended!