Remembering when he was at Qin Yuesheng’s age, he was still struggling with basic exercises.

Knowing that the opponent’s blade skill was extraordinary and he held weapon advantage, if he stubbornly engaged in close combat, he would end up like a frog boiling in warm water, ignorant of his fate.

Swish, swish, swish!

Zeng Jinchao spun several lotus petal-like sword flowers, instantly stepped back with a strange stride to distance himself from Qin Yuesheng. Then, he bit his left finger and smeared blood on the sword. When the Twin Lotus Sword drank blood, it immediately glowed with a cyan light.

"Cyan Lotus Sword Song. Hundred Flower Walk!" Zeng Jinchao pointed his sword, and the surrounding Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspects bloomed, releasing countless small cyan swords that shot towards Qin Yuesheng.

A hundred lotus swords, a hundred flowers, and in an instant, numerous small swords surged forth like a torrent of steel crashing towards Qin Yuesheng.

"This guy can actually use magic," Qin Yuesheng frowned, Zeng Jinchao’s move was unprecedented, not even found in the secret vault of swords, proving it transcends the usual sword technique.

Liu Xian’s rebellion was flourishing, and with such a skilled helper, it was like a tiger gaining wings. Instantly, Qin Yuesheng decided to ensure this person never left, and wouldn’t let the tiger return to the mountain.

Seven Great Limits of Heaven and Earth. Thunder!

Accompanied by a thunderous slash, Qin Yuesheng directly wielded the Celestial Demon Blade forward to confront Zeng Jinchao’s small sword torrent.

Lightning flickered, arcs sparked, and the brightness in the area was more dazzling than the blazing sun, forcing people to close their eyes or look away, risking momentary blindness.

Cold sweat dripped from Zeng Jinchao’s forehead, he swung his left hand, four gigantic cyan lotuses appeared behind him, releasing four two-zhang long giant swords, ascending to the sky like meteors falling towards Qin Yuesheng’s position.

Four giant swords intertwined, transforming into two, then four, and in just a few breaths, those who looked to the sky saw the four giant swords descending like a storm, carrying thousands of long swords.

The spectacle was astonishing, even the Sword Qi overshadowed the Twelve Linked Rings above.

"Cyan Lotus Sword Song. Sword as the Song!"

As thousands of swords descended, the ground cracked and shattered under the pressure, while Qin Yuesheng’s hair fluttered without wind, his expression exceptionally calm.

When everyone thought Qin Yuesheng would be engulfed by the falling thousand swords, a three-zhang tall Giant Buddha Dharma Aspect appeared behind him, smiling faintly, eyes closed, with a thousand hands, each posture different.

"Is the Buddha manifesting?!" The distant watching soldiers couldn’t help being astonished.

Swish!

The Thousand-Handed Buddha Dharma Aspect swept one palm, then a second, a third, a fourth...

When the thousand hands moved together, the sky was flooded with endless palm shadows, intertwining with the curtain of thousand swords.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Swords of various sizes shattered under the Buddha’s palms, and for the four giant swords, the Buddha aspect slammed eight palms, stopping their descent halfway barehanded.

With countless palm shadows whistling from all directions, within a few breaths the thousands of sword shadows shattered in the air, unable to affect Qin Yuesheng below.

"Ha ha!" Watching the pale-faced Zeng Jinchao, Qin Yuesheng punched the Soul-Catching Arm onto the back of the Celestial Demon Blade, pushing it forward with immense force. Zeng Jinchao, who had been at his limit, couldn’t hold anymore.

Pop!

The small sword torrent instantly collapsed, scattering everywhere, and Zeng Jinchao was knocked away by a powerful force, unable to stop bleeding.

The small swords, not real objects, vanished into the air when control was lost.

Qin Yuesheng strode towards Zeng Jinchao intending to deliver a death blow.

But unexpectedly, Zeng Jinchao still had the strength to move, drawing the bleeding wound on his finger across his forehead, creating a strange talisman, his body glowing vibrant red like lightning shooting away.

"What!" Qin Yuesheng was shocked, the escape method felt eerily familiar.

In a moment, Qin Yuesheng recalled where he had seen it.

Back in Cyan Yang City, during his first trial of Lightweight Skill, he saw the child he chased away use this escape method. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The techniques, from the same origin.

"Damn!" Zeng Jinchao looked panicked, crossing the city wall, he headed for Liu Ming’s large ship.

"Set sail! Turn around fast!" Zeng Jinchao yelled urgently.

Scattered clothes and wild hair made him look like a beggar, unbelievable as the second ranked ’Cyan Lotus Swordsman’ of Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List.

"What’s going on?" Liu Ming was stunned seeing Zeng Jinchao’s sorry state, never had he seen him so defeated since he joined Liu Mansion.

The Twelve Linked Rings housed unfathomable adversaries capable of forcing Zeng Jinchao to this position.

Being the inspector’s son, Liu Ming wasn’t foolish. Seeing Zeng Jinchao’s clear warning, he swiftly ordered, without waiting for details: "Retreat! Everyone retreat immediately!"

Soon, the numerous ships near the shore began backing into the sea, sailors adjusting sails, moving away from the Twelve Linked Rings.

Bam!

Zeng Jinchao fell heavily on Liu Ming’s ship deck, lacking vigor, vision blurred, unable to get up.

"Brother Zeng," Liu Ming rushed to help him up, "Are you alright?"

Zeng Jinchao meant to speak, but suddenly his expression turned extremely shocked: "It’s over, it’s all over."

Liu Ming’s gaze followed Zeng Jinchao’s, his expression turning equally speechless.

Above the Twelve Linked Rings, a youth wielding a blood-red long knife was walking the path of heaven, each step conjuring a red cloud beneath his feet, treading the air.

"I..." Liu Ming wanted to curse but lacked words.

Is this even a person? Walking in the sky?

Born to an official family, Liu Ming had self-control and insight, unlike uneducated commoners who might prostrate themselves upon seeing Qin Yuesheng’s entrance.

"It’s over, it’s all over," as Qin Yuesheng pursued, Zeng Jinchao felt despair.

He couldn’t overpower this person despite full effort, what use were Liu Ming’s troops?

In the face of overwhelming might, sheer numbers were meaningless, merely grass to be cut.

"Someone blast him down!" Liu Ming panicked, ordering fiercely.

Under Liu Ming’s command, the cannons raised high, firing towards Qin Yuesheng.

Dozens of cannonballs launched, soon covering Qin Yuesheng’s area.

"Ha." Qin Yuesheng extended a hand, using Star-Picking Hand to summon the copper cannonballs towards himself.