Armor Stripped and Wounds Dressed Behind the Silver Piles, Secret Files Unearthed from the Iron Chest

The cave was filled with rubble and the corpses of Japanese soldiers, burned to a crisp with quicklime.

The two sped down the sloping main mine tunnel, the rock walls on both sides of the tunnel becoming narrower and narrower, until the last shortcut leading to the underground silver vault was only about three feet wide.

Kim Seon-a was running ahead when she slipped and stepped on a blood-stained pebble, causing her to sway to the side.

Gu Moran reacted quickly, grabbing her slender waist from behind and pulling her close to his chest. Using the momentum, they slid down the stone wall.

In the narrow mine tunnel, Kim Seon-a's torn clothes rubbed against Gu Moran's black python robe, and the soft flesh beneath her silk inner armor was squeezed out of shape.

She bit her lip and remained silent, then grabbed Gu Moran's arm tightly to steady herself.

At the very moment the two rushed out of the narrow shortcut.

At the entrance to the underground silver vault ahead, the massive black granite dragon-splitting stone, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, had already crashed down the stone trough to a point only three feet above the ground!

Xie Linyuan, soaked to the bone, emerged from the waterway, and the Dragon-Slaying Stone was about to completely slam into the ground's locking groove.

He lightly touched the water with his toes, and his whole body transformed into a blur as he darted to the bottom of the stone gate.

"Rise!"

Xie Linyuan threw his head back and let out a roar. His monk's robes fluttered without wind, and nine golden halos behind him, solidified into physical form, suddenly expanded, illuminating the dim underground mine as bright as day!

He planted his legs in a horse stance on the bluestone ground, palms facing upwards, forcefully blocking the bottom of the massive, rapidly falling dragon-slaying stone!

Click! Click!

A dull thud of bones squeezing and rocks cracking rang out simultaneously.

The two-foot-thick bluestone slab beneath Xie Linyuan's feet shattered on the spot.

His feet and calves sank half a foot into the ground!

The massive stone that weighed ten thousand jin sank half an inch, but he actually managed to hold it up two and a half feet off the ground with his bare hands!

Blood flowed down Xie Linyuan's split arm, staining his entire arm red.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his teeth ground together, and he growled at the people behind him:

"Fast forward!"

"Walk!"

Without the slightest delay, Murong Xue held her gun in one hand, pressed her body against the ground, and slid into the silver vault hall through the two-and-a-half-foot-high gap. With a flick of her spear, she instantly pierced the throats of three Japanese soldiers behind the door who were holding torches and preparing to light them.

Five hundred assassins followed closely behind, sliding in one after another along the slippery ground.

Gu Moran, with Kim Seon-a by the waist, rushed to the door. He glanced at Xie Linyuan, whose arms were trembling like leaves and whose mouth was bleeding.

Without a word, protecting Kim Seon-a's head, he ducked and crawled under the Dragon-Slaying Stone. Tuoba Mang also threw down his sledgehammer, tucked in his belly, and rolled in, then picked up two solid silver pillars from the treasury.

It was wedged vertically into the gaps on both sides of the Dragon-Slaying Stone, taking on most of Xie Linyuan's weight.

The treasury hall was as large as half a drill ground, and was lit with ever-burning whale oil lamps all around.

Rows of wooden shelves were filled with neatly stacked boxes of silver, their dazzling white light almost blinding.

Beneath the high platform at the far end of the hall, there were hundreds of barrels of gunpowder and flammable oil.

With his face covered in blood blisters, Shōni Sukemoto clutched a lit tinderbox and frantically lunged towards the oil barrel.

"You'll all be buried with me! Die together!"

Stop him!

Kim Seon-a- ah spotted the large black iron box locked with nine iron chains in the center of the platform, drew her long sword from her waist, and charged forward.

Just as she rushed to the middle of the silver box passage, a figure in a gray samurai outfit suddenly emerged from the shadows on the side of the platform.

It was a one-eyed old samurai with a black leather eyepatch over his left eye, holding a nodachi that was a foot longer than an ordinary Japanese sword in both hands.

The blade scraped the ground, and with the force of twisting his waist and abdomen, he delivered a vicious diagonal slash, aiming directly at Kim Seon-a's neck!

Before the blade even arrived, the silver ingots on the surrounding wooden boxes were already sparking from the sharp force.

" Yagyū Samanosuke!"

The moment Kim Seon-a saw the one-eyed old warrior's face, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Three years ago, when the southern border city of Goryeo fell, it was this Japanese swordsman, Yagyu Samanosuke, who was almost a first-rank swordsman, who beheaded her cousin with this long katana in front of the defending soldiers!

"You little wench from Goryeo, I didn't manage to chop you up with me back then, today I'll send you down to meet your cousin!"

The one-eyed swordsman grinned maliciously, pressing down with both wrists, making the nodachi's blade even faster.

In the past, when faced with such a fierce sword technique that risked life for life, Kim Seon-a would have instinctively activated her protective barrier and retreated.

But this time, the image of Gu Moran grabbing her hand and bracing himself against the tiger's breath on the training ground flashed through her mind, and instead of retreating, she took half a step forward!

She neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised her left shoulder slightly to meet the attack.

Sizzle!

The sharp nodachi slashed fiercely at the silver-scaled soft armor on her left shoulder, shattering and scattering the outer iron plates instantly.

The blade sliced through the outer armor and got stuck firmly in the silk vest that Gu Moran had personally put on her!

The silkworm silk is extremely resilient; even Yagyū Samanosuke's deadly strike failed to cut through the silk armor in the slightest.

The blade didn't even actually touch Kim Seon-a's flesh; the immense force of the chopping motion caused a trickle of blood to escape from the corner of her mouth.

"What?!"

Yagyū Samanosuke noticed that his blade was blocked, and a look of horror appeared in his one eye. He tried to draw his sword and retreat.

It's too late!

Taking advantage of the brief moment of separation, Kim Seon-a channeled all the White Tiger Gang Qi she had accumulated into her right-hand sword.

The sword flashed with a blinding white light and emitted a deep tiger's roar!

With a flick of her wrist, she slashed her longsword across the gap in Yagyū Samanosuke's ribs, and thrust it diagonally upwards into his heart!

Pfft!

The bloodied tip of the sword emerged from the back of the one-eyed swordsman.

"This sword is to avenge my cousin!"

Kim Seon-a gritted her teeth, twisted her wrist, and the White Tiger Gang Qi exploded in the opponent's chest cavity.

Yagyū Samanosuke's nodachi clattered to the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He fell backward beside the silver box, convulsed twice, and then died.

At the same time, Shōni Sukemoto, who was below the platform, was terrified when his last reliance was killed with a single sword strike. He desperately tried to move his right hand, which was holding a tinderbox, toward the fuse of the oil barrel, and was less than three inches away from the oil-soaked hemp rope!

Kim Seon-a felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder and, unable to rush over in time, yanked the longsword stuck in the swordsman's corpse with her right hand. With all her might, she hurled the blood-stained sword through the air like a javelin!

Whoosh!

The longsword transformed into a white streak, grazing the edge of the gunpowder barrel.

It pierced through Shōni Sukemoto's right shoulder blade with perfect precision, and with his entire right arm, it was nailed firmly to the load-bearing wooden pillar behind him with a crack!

"Ah!"

Shōni Sukemoto let out a pig-like scream, and the tinderbox in his hand flew out of his grasp.