Chapter 1149 - 304: Silk Skirt Sweeping the Waves with Endless Affection, Brocade Sleeves Facing the Wind with Infinite Meaning

The Huqiu Sword Pool steamed with damp and cold mist during Awakening of Insects.

The thousand-year-old cliff carving "Wind Ravines and Cloud Springs" glowed dark red in the twilight, as though soaked with blood. Qi Meizhen wore her Golden Armor and the sharkskin sheath of the Miao Saber at her waist emitted a ghostly light. The "Miao Blade Armor-Breaking Seventeen Forms" formation, arranged by three thousand elite members of the Jiangnan Cao Bang, stood like a wall of bronze and iron.

In the twilight, the cold gleam of the Miao Saber flickered like a venomous snake lurking in the grass, ready to strike upon command.

At this moment, the clattering of iron chains echoed from the mountain path, accompanied by heavy footsteps, as if an army was advancing.

The Xuanming Elders treaded through melting snow, Elder Zuo’s long white hair reached the ground, and his Profound Iron Judge’s Brush entwined with three yards of Ice Silkworm Silk; Elder You wore a bronze ghost mask, and the strands of his iron Duster were all laced with lethal poison.

Behind them, the Venerable Poison Dragon stood bare-chested, a giant serpent coiled on his back, flicking its purple-black tongue, while three hundred disciples from the Western Regions wielded Triangular Bone-Piercing Awls, leaving wilting grass and trees in their poisonous wake.

"Western Regions fiends, you’ve come at the right time! Brothers, just kill! Show the might of our Jiangnan Cao Bang! Show the might of my disciple Qi Meizhen and glorify the Miao Blade Sect!" Qi Meizhen lightly tapped the flying eaves with her foot, the red plume on her golden helmet rustling in the wind.

At her command, the clash erupted into soldier against soldier, general against general.

"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu shouted fiercely, employing the "Golden Swan Technique," lightly tapping the ground with his feet, his body soaring into the air. The Eight Trigrams Golden Saber drew a silver arc aiming straight for Elder Zuo’s throat. This strike concealed seventy-two variations, the ultimate martial art of the Jiangnan Cao Bang.

Unexpectedly, the Ice Silkworm Silk suddenly extended like a Spiritual Snake, entangling the blade. Elder Zuo let out a sinister laugh: "Jiangnan vermin, dare to challenge the Kunlun Sect?" With that, he shook his wrist, and the Ice Silkworm Silk suddenly tightened.

Jin Liufu felt his tiger’s mouth numb and nearly lost grip of his weapon, hurriedly withdrawing exertion, yet noticed a chilling Inner Strength surging through the Ice Silkworm Silk, freezing the calluses on his palm.

Elder Zuo lightly flicked his skinny fingers on the Judge’s Brush, causing the Ice Silkworm Silk to abruptly tighten. With a "crack," it etched a half-inch deep groove into the steel-forged blade. "Trifling skill!" Elder Zuo’s throat emitted a night owl-like eerie laugh, and the Ice Silkworm Silk suddenly expanded like a web towards Jin Liufu.

Jin Liufu tapped the ground and retreated swiftly, only to find the ground already covered in ice crystals.

He executed the "Golden Swan Technique," leaping over a yard high, with the Ice Silkworm Silk skimming past his boot sole, slicing off half of the cloud-patterned leather boot.

Elder You’s bronze ghost mask glinted ominously, his iron Duster suddenly swept out, releasing a sky full of poison needles.

Jin Liufu spun around, waving his saber to block, with a clang, sparks flew everywhere.

Though the poison needles were shaken off, three pierced his arm, causing the skin to rapidly turn a bluish purple.

He summoned True Qi to suppress the poison, the Eight Trigrams Golden Saber whirling into a light shield, ready to break through, but the Xuanming Elders had already launched the "Profound Nether Divine Palm."

The chilling air transformed into two profound snakes rushing forth, Jin Liufu felt like plunging into an ice cave, his blade movement slowed. He gnashed his teeth and unleashed the Cao Bang’s acme skill "Turning River Palm," the palm wind clashing with the snakes, the resulting airflow shattered the stone lantern by the Sword Pool.

Yet the cold energy of the Profound Nether Divine Palm coursed through his meridians to his heart, Jin Liufu’s throat felt sweet, and the blood he spat froze into ice beads mid-air.

"Water Dragon is no more, behold! Into the water you go, haha!" Elder Zuo’s Ice Silkworm Silk coiled around Jin Liufu’s neck, while his Judge’s Brush aimed at his chest acupoint. Jin Liufu desperately swung his saber but got his wrist entwined by Elder You’s Duster. As two massive forces pulled, Jin Liufu felt his right arm bones cracking, the Eight Trigrams Golden Saber slipped away, crashing onto the stone slab with sparks flying.

The Venerable Poison Dragon seized the opportunity to command the giant serpent to strike, its tail sweeping like a steel whip.

Jin Liufu dodged hastily, but his shoulder was grazed by the serpent’s fangs, skin ripping open instantly, purple-black poison blood gushing profusely.

He fell on one knee, his Golden Armor soaked with cold sweat, everything slowly turned blurry before his eyes.

Elder Zuo grinned maliciously, raising the Judge’s Brush, its tip aimed at Jin Liufu’s throat: "Remember in your next life, never to mess with Kunlun Sect people...!"

The Judge’s Brush flashed downward, Jin Liufu used his last strength to lean aside, the brush edge grazed his earlobe, plunged into the ground, scattering stone fragments.

Supporting himself to stand, he was tripped by the Ice Silkworm Silk, smacking his back heavily on the ancient stone carvings by the Sword Pool.

The four large characters "Wind Ravines and Cloud Springs" were stained crimson with blood, Jin Liufu watched the encroaching enemy crowd gradually close in, a trapped beast-like growl escaped his throat, until everything went black and he collapsed in the scarlet snowy water.

Lu Dechu’s rotund body stood by the Sword Pool like an iron tower, the bronze wine flask in his hand danced with vigor, its cold iron mouth gleaming faint light.

He tilted his head and guzzled a mouthful of strong liquor, as the adam’s apple bobbed he shouted fiercely: "Bastard sons, taste grandpa’s ’Drunk on a Thousand Cups’!"

Before the words settled, he fiercely swung the wine flask, the forceful wind stirred the snow into mist.

The Western Region fiends surrounded with Triangular Bone-Piercing Awls, but saw Lu Dechu’s mouth curve into a sinister grin, suddenly opening his mouth to spray.

The amber liquid cascaded like a torrential rain, every droplet accompanied by powerful Inner Strength, whistling through the air like steel beads. Three fiends in the front rows were caught unprepared, the wine liquid penetrating their throats straightaway, instantly their necks exploded, blood mingled with wine sprayed out, blossoming crimson plum flowers on the snow.

Lu Dechu executed "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique – Creation!" right palm struck like a Mountain-Cracking Giant Axe, as the palm wind passed, air emitted an ear-piercing shriek. A Western Regions expert wielding a scimitar tried to block, yet like a mantis against a cart, his entire body was knocked flying by the Palm Force, crashing into the rock wall with a thunderous boom, stone fragments shattered, brain matter splashing onto the ancient cliff carvings.