Orchid Finger Reappears, the Swift Swordsman

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Chen Clan Duke Residence, Moon Shadow Residence.

In the silent Moon Shadow Residence, there was only Xiao Yi's long, faint breathing.

Dim daylight spilled gently over the bed, illuminating the sleeping young girl's almost translucent face.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi's body gave the faintest tremble on the bed. Immediately after, the fingers of her right hand, which rested outside the brocade quilt, began to move.

Tao Ruyin, who had been keeping watch by the bedside all this time, instantly caught that tiny change. Her eyes widened at once, and she held her breath.

Those slender, white-jade fingers first curled their knuckles almost imperceptibly, as if gathering strength, and then—

"Emissary Su, look!" Tao Ruyin could not suppress the excitement in her voice, nor the slight tremor in it. She turned almost immediately to Su Ningxia. "Miss moved again!"

Su Ningxia rushed to the bedside in a single stride, her blazing gaze locking onto Xiao Yi's hand.

Just then, the fingers of that hand moved clearly once more: the thumb and middle finger slowly, yet unmistakably, bent inward and tucked in, while the other three fingers stretched perfectly straight—the very same deeply memorable yet still incomprehensible Orchid Finger!

"Orchid Finger!" Su Ningxia blurted out. "Quick! Go report to Mistress! I'll stay here and watch Miss!"

"Yes!" Tao Ruyin immediately turned, lifted her skirt, and rushed out the door at top speed. Her footsteps rapidly faded down the deep corridor.

Su Ningxia, meanwhile, refocused all her attention on the hand maintaining the Orchid Finger, not daring to let herself be distracted in the slightest.

This time, the motion was clearly far more distinct and much more stable than the one she and Gao Cuilan had glimpsed by chance last time, as if it were conveying some silent persistence.

Time passed second by second amid tension and expectation.

In only a few minutes, footsteps sounded outside the door, drawing closer from afar.

Ye Xiuxin rushed in almost as swiftly as the wind, and her gaze shot toward the bed at once—the unique and distinct Orchid Finger gesture was still being maintained, not yet loosened!

This square ancient fortress of the Bone Excavation Group was enormous in scale.

Its vast bulk, more than two kilometers wide and nearly eight or nine kilometers long, crouched upon High Platform Plain. Its heavy stone walls were like the back of a crawling beast, exuding an air of savagery and ill omen.

Only such a massive structure could house the Bone Excavation Group's more than three thousand fierce members, along with the families, women, and children who depended on them, servants and laborers, and even those captives they had seized—people meant for sale or enslavement.

The interior of the fortress was like a chaotic, sinful miniature city, complete with streets, houses, squares, and dungeons.

At this moment, the fierce fighting was mainly concentrated in the central area extending forward from the fortress gate, along a wide battlefront nearly a thousand meters long—unfolding on the central avenue and its surroundings.

That broad avenue and square had now become an Asura Field, with three pairs of Soul Douluo, Qin Luguang, and the Soul Saint squad all packed into this place.

Soul Power overflowed everywhere, and everyone avoided this area.

Standing on a high platform and looking down over the battle, as Chen Zhang was, all one could see was devastation.

The two sides of the central avenue had originally connected to two slightly narrower streets each, four in total, branching from the main road like limbs into the depths of the fortress.

However, under the frenzied bombardment of soul skills and the trampling charges of desperadoes, the shops, residences, and Bone Excavation Group defenses along the way had basically been reduced to ruins.

Broken walls and shattered remains piled up, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The battlefield where Chen Xiaojun and his companions were located was precisely the first street on the right side—a vast battlefield that included the main passage and the collapsed ruins of houses on both sides, nearly a hundred meters wide.

This hundred-meter-wide belt of ruins was now the life-and-death line over which they fought for every inch.

Yet as Chen Xiaojun's bizarre steps continued to press forward, the pressure borne by the boys and girls guarding him was rapidly multiplying.

They were like a slowly advancing wedge, sinking deeper and deeper into the enemy's entrenched core area.

From every direction, the desperadoes of the Bone Excavation Group roared and howled, throwing themselves forward at all costs to tear apart this small defensive circle and devour Chen Xiaojun at its center, who radiated a fatal attraction.

That hundred-meter width now seemed so cramped and riddled with danger before the surging enemy tide.

As for the Battle Soul Masters of the Chen Clan and Yang Family, though they wanted to support them, they were being firmly stopped by Bone Excavation Group members led by four Soul Saints.

At the same time, on the right wing, the Ximen Family's blade-wielding soul masters had already begun rotating left, but two Bone Excavation Group Soul Saints, leading over a dozen Soul Emperors, kept detonating the combustibles on the second street, forming a vast sea of fire to hinder their advance.

Although the Ximen Family's people did not fear fire much, with flames of such scale, they still could not break through for the moment.

Therefore, in the defensive circle that had no rescue for the time being, the one under the greatest pressure was undoubtedly Chen Mu, who was weaving through the entire area. As the fastest of the new generation, he had pushed his movement technique to the limit at this moment.

A Bone Excavation Group Soul Ancestor suddenly leapt out from the visual blind spot at the edge of the mire, his poisoned dagger stabbing straight toward Chen Xiaojun's back!

"You're courting death!" Chen Mu's cold voice had only just sounded beside his ear.

"Second Soul Skill: Swordfall Lonely Goose!"

Sword light flashed like a startled goose, its speed pushed to the extreme. That Soul Ancestor only felt a chill at his throat before every movement froze, and his head had already shot into the sky. His headless corpse charged on for several steps before collapsing.

Three Bone Excavation Group Soul Elders coordinated perfectly. One vaulted down from a rooftop, one sprinted over, and one launched a sneak attack from behind, all pouncing in from three directions at once. The flashes of blades and swords sealed off every angle from which Chen Mu might be able to rescue.

"Third Soul Skill: Ninefold Plum Blossom!"

Chen Mu's longsword trembled lightly. In an instant, nine fierce Sword Flowers like cold plum blossoms bloomed out of thin air, meeting the vital points of the three attackers' strikes with perfect precision.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The dense sound of sharp blades sinking into flesh rang out. Several sprays of blood burst from the three men in an instant, their assault fell apart, and they collapsed dead with screams.

"Sword Wings Like Flight," "Starfall Thunder Strike," and "Flash of Thunder" made him as fast as a phantom. Behind him, it was as if wings formed from sword light trailed in his wake, his figure flickering unpredictably along the edge of the mire, among the embers of flame, and through the gaps in the barrier of light and shadow.

At times, he skimmed over the top of Yuan Run's stone wall and sliced off the fingers of those climbing up with one sword strike. At times, he appeared at the edge of Chen Shurui's Light and Dark Shield Wall and blocked a tricky cold arrow for him. He even left afterimages in midair, stirring up the Rising Dragon Sword Qi Coil—Wind's Fifth Form, Rising Dust Storm—to help Ma Liang knock away Iron Winged Bats that had slipped through the net.

The nimble swiftness of the Solitary Peak Sword Art and the fierce, slicing gale of the Wind Breathing Technique fused into one within him.

He was the busiest firefighter in the defensive circle, the final and fastest line of defense intercepting every fish that slipped through the net.

Every swing of his sword claimed a soul.

Beneath his blade, no one knew how many members of the Bone Excavation Group had already fallen.

This Fifth Young Master of the Chen Clan had truly gone all out. Such high-intensity, high-speed attacks sustained for so long were about to wring his body dry.