Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8396: Saber technique (1)

Finally, after an extended struggle, the cultivator from the Blood Slaughter Sect landed a cut across the chest of the Heaven Crippling Sect's disciple. Even though the opponent tried to evade ahead of time, the strike still connected. The gash wasn't too deep, yet it damaged his internal organs severely. Right when he prepared to concede, the sword from the Blood Slaughter Sect's warrior slipped free and stabbed straight into his throat, silencing any chance to utter surrender.

With that, the warrior pulled back his weapon and slipped into the Blood Massacre Sect's ranks once more. The Suicide Sect had claimed victory in three fights straight, dealing a massive hit to the Allied forces' spirits. Before Zhao Hai could dispatch another fighter, someone leaped from the Allied side. He wasn't particularly imposing in height or features, clad in plain black robes that set him apart from the Dark Ghost Sect's attire. Once inside the arena, he turned toward the Blood Massacre Sect and declared in a low tone, "I am Qian Wushuang of the Corpse Demon Sect. I'd like to request some guidance from Zhao Hai of the Bloody Massacre Sect. Does he dare to face me?"

His statement came off as boldly provocative, pushing Zhao Hai to respond. Upon hearing it, Zhao Hai paused in surprise before a faint smile crossed his face. In a flash, he shifted and vaulted out from his group's formation. Facing Qian Wushuang, he grinned and replied, "With such an invitation from Fellow Daoist, how could I refuse? After you."

Folks from the Blood Slaughter Sect hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai jumping into the fray. After all, he served as their key leader. Having the top commander engage so soon rarely spelled good fortune. Yet, this challenger had named Zhao Hai directly. Refusing would bring shame upon them. Thus, Zhao Hai had no choice but to step forward and clash.

Qian Wushuang eyed Zhao Hai with a smirk and stated, "My senior brother is Pan Qianlong, and my junior brother is Yi Xuanming. Both fell to you, so today I seek pointers from you. Please, sir." As he spoke, his hand twitched, summoning a curved saber into his grasp. Gripping it, Qian Wushuang's presence sharpened instantly, turning fierce and cutting.

Observing Qian Wushuang's demeanor, Zhao Hai blinked in astonishment. Then, he chuckled and remarked, "I never imagined they were your senior and junior. Does that mean you're unaware Pan Qianlong practiced the Ten Thousand Ghost Bones? If you knew and permitted it, wouldn't that count as a grave offense?"

Though Zhao Hai spoke softly, it twisted Qian Wushuang's features in anger. The scandal of Pan Qianlong refining the Ghost Bone of Ten Thousand Infants had rocked the Blood Sea Realm. The Corpse Demon Sect found itself on the defensive back then. Ultimately, they launched a full probe to clear their name. While it spared their standing and confirmed no one else dabbled in such forbidden arts, it left the sect drained and wary. As Pan Qianlong's junior brother, Qian Wushuang endured endless scrutiny. That humiliation alone burned deep. Zhao Hai bringing it up now soured his mood completely.

Qian Wushuang glared at Zhao Hai and huffed, "No need for your concern. If guilt clings to me, the Corpse Demon Sect will handle it. That's not your affair. Show me your skills. I've heard you wield the Blood Slaughter Sect's Elder Ha Jing's Incantation Handprint. Let me test it out."

Zhao Hai grinned. With a casual flick, a Buddhist Commandment Blade materialized in his palm. He swung it lightly and intoned gravely, "My master bestowed this blade upon me. As this marks my debut fight for the Bloody Massacre Sect, I'll honor it with our sect's famed blade art. Today, I'll wield the weapon from my teacher to gauge your prowess."

Hearing Zhao Hai's declaration, Qian Wushuang's face darkened. He stared and demanded, "Zhao Hai, what's your intent? Are you underestimating me?" Zhao Hai's renown stemmed from his Zhen Fang Grand Handprint, with scarce sightings of him wielding a blade. So, his sudden choice to use one made Qian Wushuang assume disdain.

Zhao Hai met Qian Wushuang's gaze with a smile and clarified, "That's not my aim, but should you best me, I'll step aside without issue. So, pay no mind to my chosen technique." With those words, Zhao Hai lifted his Buddhist Commandment Blade. This stance heralded the start of the Eight Bloody Fighting Styles.

Seeing Zhao Hai's stance, Qian Wushuang couldn't suppress a scoff. "Fine, let's see your little games." He lifted his curved saber with ease. Yet his ready pose struck an odd note. It didn't settle; the blade's angle shifted repeatedly, reminiscent of a butcher eyeing a carcass for the prime incision.

Zhao Hai glanced at Qian Wushuang's form, and his gaze sparked with interest. "I truly hadn't foreseen your command of the Corpse Dissecting Saber exceeding that of Pan Qianlong and Yi Xuanming. Haha, then I'll crave your teachings." As he ended, his long blade whipped forward, birthing a crimson river that surged at Qian Wushuang.

The Eight Forms of Bloody Battle stood as the Blood Slaughter Sect's hallmark saber method. Every disciple in the sect learned it. Still, few core members deployed it in combat. Easy to pick up yet tough to refine, and foes knew it well. Without deep mastery, it lagged behind basic slashes. Hence, warriors shunned it.

But Zhao Hai's Eight Bloody Fighting Styles had ascended to flawless heights. The instant he unleashed it, a scarlet torrent erupted from emptiness, crashing toward Qian Wushuang. Witnessing the assault, Qian Wushuang narrowed his eyes to slits. He never dreamed Zhao Hai, celebrated for his Truth Fang Grand Handprint, possessed such blade prowess. Utterly astonishing.

Still, he refused to yield inferiority to Zhao Hai. His own saber skill had climbed lofty peaks. He believed it rivaled Zhao Hai's Eight Bloody Fighting Strikes. Brandishing his curved blade, it morphed into a glowing orb before vanishing. Both he and his weapon blinked from sight.

The following instant, myriad saber gleams erupted within Zhao Hai's Blood River. Their emergence made the river falter, as if crumbling. Such was the saber art's dread might—it cleaved not just flesh but also Qi, intent, and all else in its path.

Zhao Hai showed no shock. From the moment Qian Wushuang drew his blade, he'd sensed its formidable edge. The curved weapon in hand evoked a aura of unshakable poise. That told Zhao Hai his foe trusted deeply in his saber craft. Thus, it promised no weakness.

Zhao Hai altered his blade's flow. Abruptly, bolts of thunder crackled over the blood sea, hammering the gleams in the river. Liu Qing's face paled at the sight. He knew those flashes all too well—they signaled the pinnacle of the Eight Bloody Lightning Strikes. True mastery let the saber streak like lightning, twisting paths freely. Swift as storm, yet forms endlessly mutable.

The saber lights in the blood river winked out, and the thunder above dissolved into shimmering droplets. They plunged into the river, swelling its depths. Then, cadavers surfaced amid the flow. All who beheld them froze in awe. This revealed the Corpse Dissecting Saber's alternate guise, signaling Qian Wushuang's defiance endured.

Suddenly, wooden spikes burst from the blood sea, charging wildly through it. Corpses brushing them shattered on contact. Then, a colossal peak rose beneath the river, plummeting from above.

A thunderous crash echoed as the mountain slammed the Blood River, yet the waters flowed undisturbed, weaving past its base. It might have painted a scenic vista of peak and stream, but horror tainted it—the slopes bristled with bodies. Rivers of blood cascaded down, dyeing the stream an even deeper scarlet.

Yet in that instant, both blood sea and corpse peak faded. Zhao Hai hovered in the void. Moments later, Qian Wushuang materialized before the Alliance Army's lines. His robes hung in shreds, blood trickled from his lips. He clung weakly to his curved blade, wounds grave.

Zhao Hai regarded Qian Wushuang with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Qian's saber skill impresses. You slipped my strike once. But that's your sole reprieve. Clash again, and death claims you for sure." This round, Zhao Hai restrained his power, allowing the escape. He aimed to avoid deep enmity with the Corpse Demon Sect. As the Blood Sea Realm's premier power, provoking them ill-served the Blood Kill Sect. They already faced plenty of foes. They'd stayed neutral with the Corpse Demon Sect before. Pushing too hard now risked forging a deadly rival, harming the Bloody Massacre Sect greatly.

Qian Wushuang shot Zhao Hai a glare and grunted, "Next time, victory's mine." Scooping up his saber, he retreated to his ranks. As Zhao Hai turned to rejoin his side, another figure vaulted from the Alliance Army. Pointing at Zhao Hai, he bellowed, "Zhao Hai, hold! Today, feel the Heaven Crippling Sect's might." Ignoring any retort, he lunged straight at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai sized up the Heaven Crippling Sect man. Unlike his peers, who often missed limbs, this one kept both arms and legs intact. Instead, his hands boasted extra digits. Zhao Hai reckoned at least seven fingers per hand, bulking them unnaturally. Now, he unleashed finger strikes in a flurry, shadows swarming toward Zhao Hai.