115: Resist the shadows

The clash between Dark Blade and Shadow One erupted instantly, their black-and-white dual swords colliding with the black longsword, sending dazzling sparks flying.

Shadow One's swordsmanship was strange and unpredictable, every strike aimed at tricky angles in an attempt to break through Dark Blade's defense.

Meanwhile, Dark Blade's black-and-white dual swords were like two agile dragons, attacking or defending, neutralizing Shadow One's strikes one by one.

"That Beyond Heaven could produce an expert like you is quite unexpected," Shadow One sneered while attacking. "However, this will not change your inevitable destruction."

Dark Blade snorted coldly without responding, his sword moves becoming increasingly fierce.

He unleashed a killing move from the "Eight Swords of King Yue," black-and-white Sword Qi crisscrossing as he thrust rapidly toward Shadow One.

Shadow One's expression shifted slightly; he retreated rapidly while waving his longsword, forming a black curtain of light in front of him, barely blocking Dark Blade's attack.

At this moment, West Gate Blows Snow and Shadow Four were also locked in a fierce battle.

The profound ice sword of West Gate Blows Snow radiated a bone-chilling cold; with every swing, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Shadow Four held a pair of black short blades, his movements agile, darting around West Gate Blows Snow like a ghost, trying to find a flaw to launch a fatal strike.

"Your sword is fast, but it is not enough to look at before me," West Gate Blows Snow said coldly. His profound ice sword traced an arc, and a frigid Sword Qi shot toward Shadow Four like lightning.

Shadow Four dodged to the side hastily; the Sword Qi grazed his sleeve, freezing a thick layer of ice on the ground.

"Humph, boastful words!" Shadow Four shouted angrily, thrusting his dual short blades out, transforming them into two black streams of light that shot straight for the throat of West Gate Blows Snow.

West Gate Blows Snow remained calm, turning his profound ice sword slightly to block Shadow Four's attack, while simultaneously striking forward with the hilt, hitting Shadow Four squarely in the chest.

Shadow Four let out a muffled groan and retreated a few steps.

On the other side, the battle between No Fate and Shadow Five was equally intense.

No Fate's iron sword was fast as lightning, every strike precisely targeting Shadow Five's vital points.

Shadow Five held a black long whip, which danced like a spirit snake, continuously lashing at No Fate, attempting to disrupt the rhythm of his attacks.

"No matter how fast your sword is, can it be faster than my whip?" Shadow Five mocked while waving the long whip.

No Fate did not speak, his eyes cold, his iron sword still thrusting with extreme speed.

Suddenly, spotting a gap in the whip's movement, he flashed forward like a ghost, his iron sword thrusting straight for Shadow Five's throat.

Shadow Five's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly retracted the whip to block. With a "clang," the iron sword struck the whip, sending sparks flying.

Outside the main altar, the battle between the Marshal of the Unruly and Shadow Two had entered a white-hot stage.

The silver spear in the hands of the Marshal of the Unruly was like a Dragon, every swing carrying a golden spear glow, while Shadow Two relied on ghostly movement techniques to dodge continuously, seeking opportunities to counterattack.

"Your Shadow Alliance has invaded without cause; what is your true intention?" The Marshal of the Unruly shouted angrily while attacking.

Shadow Two sneered: "Beyond Heaven is rising too quickly; the Shadow Master cannot tolerate you."

With that, he fired a dagger from his hand, transforming it into a black meteor that went straight for the throat of the Marshal of the Unruly.

The Marshal of the Unruly tilted his head slightly, and the dagger flew past his cheek. He seized the opportunity to step forward, his silver spear striking like electricity toward Shadow Two's chest.

Shadow Two could not dodge in time and was slashed on the arm by the silver spear, fresh blood immediately pouring out.

At this moment, the minions of Qingfeng Stockade saw the sounds of killing shaking the sky inside the main altar and, thinking they had an opportunity, charged toward the altar under the leadership of Wang Biao, shouting.

However, they had only charged halfway when they were mowed down by the trap crossbows previously set up by Beyond Heaven.

"Not good, there's an ambush!" Wang Biao shouted, secretly regretting being so impulsive.

But it was too late to retreat; The Unruly of Beyond Heaven charged out from both sides, surrounding the minions of Qingfeng Stockade.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!" A minor leader of The Unruly shouted, waving his long saber to hack at the Qingfeng Stockade minions.

The minions of Qingfeng Stockade were nothing but a rabble; being surrounded, they panicked and knelt to beg for mercy.

Seeing this, Wang Biao tried to flee in the chaos, but a member of The Unruly was quick-eyed and sharp-handed, hacking at his leg and causing him to fall to the ground.

Inside the main altar, the battle between Dark Blade and Shadow One grew increasingly intense.

Dark Blade spotted a flaw in Shadow One and thrust his black-and-white dual swords forward violently. Shadow One could not dodge in time and was slashed on the arm by the white sword.

He was shocked, knowing that if this continued, he would certainly be defeated, so he feinted with his sword and turned to flee.

"Want to leave? Not that easy!" Dark Blade shouted, his figure moving like lightning as he gave chase. Shadow One had no choice but to turn and fight again.

Just then, West Gate Blows Snow, having finished off Shadow Four, arrived to support Dark Blade. The two joined forces to launch the final attack on Shadow One.

"You..." Shadow One looked at Dark Blade and West Gate Blows Snow, a trace of fear appearing in his eyes.

He struggled to defend, but under their pincer attack, he gradually became unable to cope.

Finally, Dark Blade's black sword pierced Shadow One's chest; Shadow One widened his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

On No Fate's side, he also successfully finished off Shadow Five. Shadow Five was struck in the throat by No Fate's sword, and the long whip fell powerlessly to the ground.

At this time, the Marshal of the Unruly had also defeated Shadow Two. Seeing that the situation was lost, Shadow Two wanted to commit suicide but was struck on his acupoints by the Marshal of the Unruly and captured alive.

After dealing with Shadow One and the others, Dark Blade, West Gate Blows Snow, and No Fate rendezvoused with the Marshal of the Unruly.

"I did not expect the Shadow Alliance to dare to invade; this organization must be investigated as soon as possible," the Marshal of the Unruly said with a gloomy face, looking at the corpses of Shadow One and the others on the ground.

Dark Blade nodded: "That's right, although they failed this time, they will certainly not give up."

Just as everyone was discussing this, Zhao Gao arrived in a hurry.

"Marshal of the Unruly, the people of Qingfeng Stockade have all been dealt with, and Wang Biao has also been captured alive," Zhao Gao reported.

"Good, bring Wang Biao up; I want to ask him what kind of conspiracy the Shadow Alliance has," the Marshal of the Unruly said.

Before long, Wang Biao was brought up. His leg was injured, he walked with a limp, and his face was full of terror.

"Speak, why did the Shadow Alliance attack our Beyond Heaven, and what other plans do they have?" The Marshal of the Unruly stared at Wang Biao and asked coldly.

Wang Biao was trembling with fear and hurriedly said: "Hero, spare me! I was also coerced and lured by the people of the Shadow Alliance. They said that as long as I cooperated to attack Beyond Heaven, they would give me heavy gold and a Cultivation Technique Secret Manual. I... I really don't know what other plans they have!"

The Marshal of the Unruly frowned, feeling that Wang Biao did not seem to be lying.

"Then how did the Shadow Alliance contact you, and where is their stronghold?" Zhao Gao asked from the side.

Wang Biao hurriedly said: "An envoy from the Shadow Alliance found me. They have a temporary stronghold in Black Wind Valley, a hundred miles from here."

The Marshal of the Unruly exchanged glances with Dark Blade and the others.

"It seems we must go to Black Wind Valley to find out the bottom line of the Shadow Alliance," the Marshal of the Unruly said.

"I will go with you," Dark Blade said.

"I will go too," West Gate Blows Snow and No Fate said simultaneously.

"Good, there is no time to lose, let us depart immediately. Leave some men to clean up the battlefield and strengthen the defense of the main altar," the Marshal of the Unruly ordered.

Thus, the Marshal of the Unruly, Dark Blade, West Gate Blows Snow, and No Fate took a team of The Unruly and rushed in the direction of Black Wind Valley.

At this moment, inside the Shadow Alliance stronghold in Black Wind Valley, the other members of the Shadow Alliance did not know that Shadow One and the others had failed and were planning their next move.

The contest between Beyond Heaven and the Shadow Alliance had just begun, and the direction in which this Jianghu storm would develop was full of unknowns.

But Jun Xiaoyao and his people in Beyond Heaven were already prepared to meet the challenge; they would use their strength to defend the dignity and status of Beyond Heaven.