The remaining six split into two groups, moving to surround Zhao Qing and the other team members.
"They're all formidable Foundation Establishment cultivators!"
Lin Xuan's heart sank. The Azure Underworld Sword traced an intricate path through the water. "Mysterious Origin Sword Qi: Water-Splitting Style!"
Swordlight gleamed like the moon, cleaving a gap through the waterspout.
Lin Xuan seized the chance to burst out, only to find two black-robed cultivators blocking his way.
"Boy, accept your death like a good little fool!"
The tall cultivator grinned viciously and summoned a pair of blood-red flying wheels.
Lin Xuan said nothing. His sword stance shifted abruptly.
The Azure Underworld Sword became a streak of green light, thrusting straight for his opponent's throat!
"Pfft..."
The strike was so fast, it was like a bolt of lightning. The tall cultivator's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the blade piercing his throat.
Until the moment of his death, he couldn't understand how a fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator could wield such a swift sword.
"Brother Liu! You're dead, brat!"
Seeing this, the other cultivator flew into a rage. The long whip in his hand coiled toward Lin Xuan's waist like a poisonous snake.
Lin Xuan pivoted, his sword sliding along the whip against its flow. It left a wound on his opponent's wrist so deep that bone showed.
"Argh..."
The black-robed cultivator cried out and stumbled back, but Lin Xuan stayed on his heels, running him through the chest with a single thrust.
After cutting down two men in a row, Lin Xuan turned to look toward Zhao Qing.
She was surrounded by three black-robed cultivators. Her left shoulder was already wounded, and her robe was stained red with blood.
"Captain! I'm coming to help!"
Without pausing to catch his breath, Lin Xuan kicked off