Chapter 1107 - 296: Jade Soul Cold Pool Reflects the Moon Blade, Flower-Picking Master Breaks Demonic Fiends

Amidst the grinding sound of gears, twelve Thunderfire Bombs streaked through the air with fiery tails, warping and distorting the air around them.

Jinyiwei Thousand Households Wang Jie raised his blade to block, but the scorching heat wave instantly blew him away, causing blood beads to seep from the crevices in his armor, evaporating into blue smoke in mid-air, leaving only charred remnants upon landing.

Lv Yuan’s palms glowed with a ghostly ice blue, and the cold air from the "Cold Ice Palm" collided with the rain of arrows, exploding into countless ice crystals.

Cai Kun spun his Nine-Section Copper Rod, executing the "Coiling Dragon Staff Technique," and swept away the poisoned arrows like a reverse milky way.

However, Xiang Laixiang let out a muffled groan as a Bone-Piercing Nail pierced his shoulder, and the poisoned black blood trickled down through the links of his chainmail.

Poisonous smoke billowed from the iron feet of the Centipede Vehicle, sizzled upon contact with the rock wall.

Those Jinyiwei who inhaled the poison smoke stared wide-eyed, black blood oozing from their seven orifices as they scratched at their throats; some fell into hallucinations, swinging their blades at comrades, splattering blood onto the rock wall to form eerie totems.

Yang Rusong laughed maniacally, "What of Wudang’s Nine Yang Technique? What of Emei’s Golden Top Qi? Under my Thunderfire, they are but moths to a flame!"

Lv Yuan wiped bloodstains from his face, pointed his long blade at the Centipede Vehicle, and roared, "Form the ’Dragon Formation’!" Thirty-six Jinyiwei’s blade lights interwove, like a silver dragon soaring.

However, the Centipede Vehicle suddenly accelerated, its iron feet sweeping like the scythe of Death, instantly cutting three Jinyiwei in half, spilling their viscera. Cai Kun roared furious as he unleashed a "King Yama’s Reaping," aiming his copper rod at Yang Rusong’s throat, yet a mechanism clicked, sending a volley of crossbow arrows through the air.

Xiang Laixiang gritted his teeth, grabbing two corpses to shield Cai Kun, the steel needles piercing flesh with a thud, and several more people fell, their faces bristled with needles like porcupines.

From atop the Centipede Vehicle, an iron net suddenly dropped, trapping everyone at the center. Thunderfire Bombs poured like torrential rain, blasting deep pits into the ground, and the remains of Jinyiwei’s limbs were flung into the air, some snagging on cliffside thorns, some disappearing in the poisonous smoke. Lv Yuan cried out in despair, "Shi Feiyang! Save me! Hero Shi, save me!..."

A crisp sound of silver bells broke through the air, as Guo Xiangyu, surrounded in radiant glow, descended like a celestial being, propelled by Shi Feiyang’s supreme lightness technique, "Thousands of Miles Without a Trace." Her bamboo blade slashed out the move "Twin Lotus Blooms," with blade light appearing gentle yet concealing tremendous force, shattering the poisoned arrows into powder.

At the same time, Xie Wen executed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique" while Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi swiftly followed. Miao Menlong’s bowstring quivered, the Star-Chasing Arrow summoning thunder from the heavens; Shan Zhi’s hands flew, his plum blossom shurikens carrying a toxic cold gleam.

When Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade unsheathed, the temperature within ten-zhang dropped sharply, as the profound ice true qi of his Bright Jade Technique, "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison," descended like a galactic river. The howling Thunderfire Bombs suddenly froze mid-air, with crimson flames wrapped in layers of ice crystals, exploding upon impact like daggers, carving the ground with spider web cracks.

Guo Xiangyu lightly waved, her bamboo blade becoming a myriad of shadows. The "Hundred Victories Qimen Sancai Saber’s" dense and intricate blade technique was like Jiangnan’s dewy rain, with seemingly gentle blade lights containing lethal strikes, targeting Yang Rusong’s throat.

Yang Rusong’s expression changed drastically, screaming as he maneuvered the Steel Centipede Vehicle to retreat.

The thirty-six copper mechanisms on the carriage board simultaneously hummed, unleashing the ultimate killing strike of "Thunderfire Thousand Mechanisms," with countless Thunderfire Bombs streaking across like fiery tails, illuminating the valley in a hellish crimson.

Shi Feiyang pushed forth with both palms, the Bright Jade Technique operating at its peak, his ice blue true qi clashing with the flames in a deafening explosion. The shockwaves hurled rocks, blowing a massive indent into the cliff wall.

Xie Wengang’s steel claws glittered coldly as he performed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," his body technique tearing through the rebel formation like an eagle after rabbits; Miao Menlong’s bowstring was drawn fully like a full moon, and the Star-Chasing Arrow summoned thunder, splitting the night sky, precisely shattering the iron foot of the Centipede Vehicle, sparks flying amidst Yang Rusong’s curses; Shan Zhi’s hands flew like butterflies, his plum blossom shurikens targeting the mechanical joints, the ghostly blue poison-tipped shurikens lodging into the gears, making the Centipede Vehicle emit ear-piercing metal screeches.

As the fierce battle raged, waves of majestic Buddhist chants echoed in the twilight, as if a thousand armies marched upon clouds.

Master Yuan Chi, wielding the Profound Iron Zen Staff, walked with a stride. The staff, weighing one hundred and eight jin, felt light as a feather in his hands.

This one hundred and eight-year-old monk furrowed his kind brows and gave a low shout, "Amitabha Buddha! Well done! Well done!"

The Zen Staff struck the ground, rebounding a Thunderfire Bomb back into the air, where it exploded.

The Eighteen Shaolin Stick Monks formed the "Vajra Exorcism Array," chanting sutras in unison. As their Zen Staffs danced, winds howled, deflecting incoming arrows and Thunderfire Bombs, with splinters and sparks scattering everywhere.

Seeing his master, Master Yuan Chi, Shi Feiyang was overjoyed. The Celestial Frost Blade slashed out a cold gleam, repelling the enemy, as he shouted, "Master! How is it that you are here?"

Master Yuan Chi stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his voice like a bell, "You rascal caused such a commotion, even on Mount Song, I couldn’t stay put!"

He glimpsed Guo Xiangyu, her figure graceful as startled swans amid the blades and swords. Her bamboo blade executing "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" already showed signs of great expertise, and couldn’t help but praise, "What a remarkable heroine! My disciple’s discerning eye sure makes this old monk envious!"

Guo Xiangyu took the chance to bow slightly, the jasmine in her hair trembling lightly with her movement, "I’ve long admired your reputation, Master! I hope you won’t hesitate to instruct this humble girl in the practice of Tathagata Divine Palm and Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique!"