Yang Ge swung his saber down, blade qi cascading like a waterfall, plunging straight from the heights!
Below him, the two masters from the Eastern Isles swung their swords in unison, cleaving upward with dark-gold blade qi as biting as the north wind.
"Boom!"
The three streams of blade qi annihilated one another. Their residual force spread like a curtain of light, whipping up a hurricane that swept outward in all directions.
The two Eastern Isles masters had never expected such tremendous force behind Yang Ge's strike. Their upward charge stopped dead, their hands trembling so violently they could barely hold their swords.
Before the residual force had dispersed, Yang Ge burst through it, his body shrouded in golden bell-shaped protective qi. A stroke of "Light as a Feather" flashed toward the Eastern Isles master who had ambushed him from the heap of corpses.
That master reacted just as swiftly. His clog-shod feet stamped against empty air, and instead of retreating, he advanced, gripping his sword with both hands to meet the Cold Moon Saber without dodging.
The other Eastern Isles master-the one whose presence made even Yang Ge sense danger and set the hairs on the back of his neck on end-did not squander the opening his companion had created by feeding himself to the tiger. He sheathed his sword with a reverse motion, stamped hard against the air, and became a windlike blur sweeping toward Yang Ge's flank.
"Windward One-Sword Slash!"
"Iaijutsu: Cloud Cutter!"
The first man's sword had barely collided with the Cold Moon Saber, its force not yet fully discharged, when he boldly freed his left hand and seized Yang Ge's right upper arm, locking it tight... The grab looked like the scuffling of a street thug, but it was actually Swordless Capture, the essence of