Hu Xiaotian suddenly let out an angry roar, drawing forth internal power from his Dantian Sea of Qi once more. In an impossibly short span, he unleashed three consecutive slashes. The movements and angles were identical, but each blow struck harder than the last. His domineering blade energy crashed down on the warped shield of light, which could no longer deflect the force of his triple slash. A gap appeared in the linked shields, followed by a terrible scream. The invisible blade energy tore through the light shield and struck one swordsman on the shoulder, cleaving his body diagonally in two. A cloud of crimson blood sprayed from his severed torso, and the heavy stench of blood instantly spread through the night.
The twelve swordsmen reacted almost simultaneously, trying to close the gap as quickly as possible, but they were already too late.
How could Huo Shengnan let such a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity slip away? Two arrows whistled out, tracing graceful arcs through the air, crossing and shifting before slipping unerringly through the gap Hu Xiaotian had torn open. Each struck a swordsman in the throat.
With three men lost, the Heavenly Net Sword Formation collapsed in an instant. Hu Xiaotian raised his long saber and charged into their ranks like a fierce tiger released from its cage. He no longer needed blade energy release; close combat alone was enough to crush them.
Seeing the tide turn against them, the swordsmen fled in panic. Hu Xiaotian cut down another as they ran, but Huo Shengnan proved even deadlier at range, shooting two more in that brief span. Six of the thirteen swordsmen had died on the spot. The pair had won an overwhelming victory, though one thing left Hu Xiaotian rather disappointed: Feng Xianlin had escaped.
Still, Hu Xiaotian had no