Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 810 - 809: Slaughter to the Last

This is a small space of less than thirty miles in radius, which seemed cramped for the original two to three hundred people inside. Now, with a hundred more added, it feels even more crowded.

Their appearance took both fighting sides by surprise because they didn’t see any people, just swords!

A sword group, a wedge-shaped sword group.

As the lead sword, Hou Niao let out a sword hum and charged towards the tightly arranged formation of Wu Sect cultivators. Behind him, the swords whistled loudly, their fierce might intimidating.

The distance of more than ten miles was a matter of seconds for the flying swords; for the Wu Sect’s magic cultivator array, they only had time to release one combined technique before there was no second chance.

The sharp group of flying swords instantly penetrated the thin array of Wu Sect Daoists, taking away two or three dozen lives; then, they made a perfect arc in the space, charging in once more...

No one could remain calm under such an impact, and the Wu Sect Daoists scattered like a flock of startled sparrows.

The Lian Sect cultivators, originally confronting the Wu Sect Daoists, naturally assumed this was reinforcement coming to help them, not bothering to wonder why sword cultivators were here. Was it the Golden Sword Vein or the Quanzhen Sword Lineage? It didn’t matter; what mattered was taking advantage of the situation and kicking someone when they were down.

Inside the space, chaos broke loose. The Wu Sect cultivators suddenly found themselves becoming the target of a joint attack from both sides. The formation they relied on to run amok crumbled under the impact of the sword group, and the remaining Wu Sect Daoists didn’t even dare to gather, fearing that if they gathered too much, the sword group would focus on them, and then they would be hopelessly trapped.

Seeing that the Wu Sect Daoists no longer dared to group up, Hou Niao let out another sword hum, forming almost a hundred prairie sword cultivators into groups of three, creating small sword wedges. Thirty-some sword wedges chased the Wu Sect Daoists’ figures in the space, accompanied by various opportunistic strikes from the Lian Sect cultivators.

The appearance of the prairie sword cultivators completely disrupted the balance. The Wu Sect Daoists, who had initially held the upper hand, were now in a state of defeat, with the small Rectangular Skill space leaving them no escape, unable to climb or dig their way out.

Hou Niao didn’t fully demonstrate his strength; he preferred to observe the operations of the entire sword group in such a situation, remaining indifferent even if some prairie sword cultivators were in danger.

To forge a robust sword cultivator team, death is inevitable.

Seeing that both the hundred-man sword formation and the three-man sword formation had achieved the expected effect, he prepared to try a third kind of sword formation. Such a combat environment was rare, and he needed to try out as many sword formations from the ancient sheepskin scroll as possible. Sometimes, he felt like the creator of this swordsmanship should have been a general—there’s no other explanation, as the military imprint was too heavy.

With another sword hum, the sword cultivators returned to their positions to perform formations again. This time, everyone formed three sword formations, each with about thirty people, resembling three giant, rotating scythes that plowed through the entire space, slicing through anyone in their path without hesitation.

It was at this point that the Lian Sect cultivators finally reacted, but unfortunately, their ally was already crippled.

Gu Daozi, covered in blood, laughed heartily, "Lian Sect fools, you deserve it! This is the price of negotiating with tigers!"

He was among the few who could see the situation clearly and knew these sword cultivators came from the prairie. To save the lives of two prairie brothers, they dared to sneak thousands of miles, risking everything to kill hundreds of people in the small Rectangular Skill space in a fit of rage!

Compared to these prairie people, the Shan Sect Quanzhen were like saints. Unfortunately, in the Rectangular Skill space, he couldn’t send out a message!

But no matter how fierce these prairie people were, with such strength, they wouldn’t settle for being subordinate. Once they ventured into the continent’s cultivation wave, it would be only a matter of time before they were wiped out.

"Prairie Sword Vein, Daoist is waiting for you below!"

As he spoke, several flying swords pierced through.

The Wu Sect elite were swept away, and the already battered Lian Sect disciples couldn’t hold out. Hou Niao let out one final sword hum, and all the prairie sword cultivators began to scatter in an assault.

He finally began to demonstrate his terrifying personal ability, targeting and killing those strong among the remaining enemies, quickly bringing the battle to its conclusion.

"Clean the battlefield!"

The one good thing about battling in a small space is that not a single opponent can escape, and not even the bodies can be lost; these traces must be cleared, or the sword wounds on the corpses would give them away.

The sword cultivators worked quickly, tidying the Rectangular Skill space until it was spotless, without leaving a trace behind.

Shi Le, somewhat anxious, came to Hou Niao’s side, "Senior brother, I just tried, but I still can’t get out, even with Body Sword Integration. This is the power of the rules, we might have to just wait..." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He appeared both satisfied and fearful. The killing was thrilling, but if they couldn’t get out, once the Rectangular Skill space naturally dissolved, they would be fully exposed to the sights of Wu Sect and Lian Sect, and at that time, neither could they stand against.

Hou Niao once again surveyed the small space, confirming it was empty, and calmly said, "Shall I give it a try?"

A sword burst from within his body, neither fast nor heavy, just casually slashing at the barrier, and only then did they feel a certain power collapse loudly, causing the entire Rectangular Skill space to dissipate.

Nearly a hundred people dashed out, carefully observing, thanking the heavens that the other seven Rectangular Skill spaces were still in battle, though two were near the end, Hou Niao called out,

"Let’s go."

They swiftly disappeared from Nifu Swamp, as if they had never been there.

When it comes to things governed by rules, they cannot be solved with force. Fortunately, he had the trump card of an Ancient Thunder Talisman, which destroyed the already part-exhausted Rectangular Skill in one strike.

This appeared quite mysterious to the prairie sword cultivators, but he wouldn’t explain it, nor would he teach them everything; maybe in the future, but not now. In this chaotic cultivation world, a trump card is his way of survival.

Strong, sharp, decisive, with leadership ability, a guide in Sword Dao, the Constellation True Inheritor, now adding a touch of mystery, from today, he truly became the senior brother of the prairie people, not just in name.

Still extremely cautious, an individual and a cloak flew close to the ground over the prairie; but the strong north wind blowing in their faces could not extinguish the grandeur in their hearts, even though it was in the most advantageous narrow space, even though it was abrupt, even though the opponents couldn’t form a joint effort, these reasons couldn’t hide the fact that with less than a hundred people, they completely slaughtered over two hundred opponents.

In the history of the prairie, such a record is still unique and unprecedented; it solidified their confidence, believing that in the future, their senior brother would lead them towards even greater glory.

Just moments after the prairie sword cultivator group left, a Rectangular Skill space in Nifu Swamp burst open, and nearly a hundred Wu Sect Daoists exuberantly emerged. Although their opponents had fewer people, they were the first to complete the kill in the small space, an honor that could not be taken from them.

The leading Daoist proudly looked around to see which space still needed support, and upon counting, was stunned,

"Huh? Why are there only six spaces left? Where’s the other one? Are we the second?"