Slanting Wind, Fine Snow, Lightning Clearing the Sky

Sure enough, it soon started snowing lightly again.

The new snow blends seamlessly with the existing snow, silently increasing the thickness of the snow layer on the ground.

The snow on the streets and in the markets of the city, when trampled on, became sunken and dirty, and there were also signs of melting in many places.

The situation was different inside the palace.

The palace is vast and its rules are strict; so far today, there hasn't been much movement of people.

Looking around, the snow was still a vast expanse of pure white.

Bayan briskly, his footsteps crunching softly on the snowflakes, leaving a series of neat footprints.

To get from the Buddhist hall to the Jade Pool Hall, you must first cross a square and then turn into a long, deep alley.

On both sides of the long alley, there are red walls and yellow tiles, with a thin layer of snow on the tiles.

That's because when the north wind blows here, the wind speed is stronger, and the sound of the wind is particularly noticeable.

When ordinary people walk in such cold wind and snow, their eyes will unconsciously squint smaller than usual, or blink more frequently.

That's an instinct to prevent the moisture on the surface of the eyeball from losing temperature too quickly and to prevent snowflakes from getting into the eye.

Bayan's skill was extraordinary; he had reached a point where he didn't need to consciously exert his power, yet his eyes could radiate an invisible force to ensure that snowflakes wouldn't drift into them.

Even the cold wind couldn't break his eyelashes.

Therefore, his eyes were open naturally, and his hearing was extremely sharp, able to penetrate the wind and hear any unnatural sounds.

Those who emerged from the brutal court struggles of the Great Yuan were always on guard against assassination. If they let their guard down, they might end up like Yan Tiemu'er.

Bayan certainly didn't want to encounter such a thing.

But as he walked forward with those eyes open, a north wind blew obliquely behind him, and fine snowflakes flew erratically.

Chu Tianshu's face suddenly appeared, cutting diagonally into the long alleyway amidst the wind and snow.

Appeared behind him!!

Coming straight down from a great height is certainly advantageous for accumulating speed and unleashing power.

But that would make it too easy for people to notice and dodge in advance.

Therefore, when it snows.

Chu Tianshu had already guided the snow cloud he was in to drift slowly along with Bayan's trajectory.

Soon, anyone will see the changes in this cloud as part of the snowstorm.

Chu Tianshu had just entered stealth mode and broken free from the clouds that were drifting by inertia.

It descended amidst the wind and snow, drifting left and veering right, arriving in an instant.

At this moment, Bayan still hadn't definitively discovered anything unusual, but his heart suddenly felt a surge of heat.

The bloodlines of the strange beasts within the Great Yuan royal family are mixed and diverse. Since the Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao was created under their supervision, it is naturally the easiest cultivation method to develop and regulate these bloodlines.

This "spur-of-the-moment" warning was even faster and more accurate than Bayan's intuitive premonition as a warrior.

In that instant, he didn't even bother to express his shock or anger. His eyes remained unchanged, and his figure suddenly lunged forward, almost turning into a blur. His right hand also slapped backward in an instant.

All his heart and soul, all his skill, were put into this one thrust, this one strike!

The person rushing forward and the slapping motion of the right arm swinging backward are perfectly synchronized.

The sword in Chu Tianshu's hand, like a silver ray without substance, had pierced through the fox fur, penetrated the clothing, and stabbed into his back.

Bayan's right hand actually struck the blade before the sword completely destroyed his spine.

Chu Tianshu had anticipated this.

He had already discerned from the air that Bayan's right hand was his dominant hand, and that he might be able to react in this way when attacked.

Therefore, the Sanqi Divine Sword was thrust out horizontally, with the blade pointing to the right.

Even while the sword was in its sheath, the power had already been used to temporarily fill in all its weaknesses and flaws, making the blade smooth and extremely sharp.

If Bayan were to strike with his right hand, he would only sever half of his own palm.

But when he slapped it, the flesh on the inside of each knuckle swelled up, like plump dates or pearls strung together to form these fingers.

In the palm of his hand, it felt as if a very soft fleshy cushion had bulged out.

The Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao contains claw techniques, divided into four types: dragon, tiger, eagle, and monkey. Although they also contain variations in strength and softness, they are all generally inclined towards fierceness and power.

Bayan cannot escape the framework of the Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao, but he has also developed his own insights into martial arts to the current level.

He practiced tiger claw kung fu, but he didn't develop any White Tiger Claw or Tiger God Claw. Instead, he developed a set of kung fu called "Tiger Cub Claw".

The young tiger was lazy and clumsy. It pounced on a butterfly with one claw, and the butterfly didn't even know to dodge. As it slowly increased its pressure, the butterfly's delicate body was able to produce a faint cracking sound until its shell broke and its intestines spilled out.

This is a strength squeezed out from extreme softness.

Between her pearl-like fingers, tiny, natural gaps appeared, and within those gaps, it seemed as if thunder was leaping.

It used this gap precisely to block the blade of the longsword, and used the lightning to counteract the force of the sword.

The Sanqi Divine Sword was indeed knocked to the left.

The sword tip only made a horizontal gash on Bayan's back, without destroying his spine.

Chu Tianshu remained resolute and instantly flicked his wrist.

Just now, the part of the longsword's trajectory that moved to the left became the first half of his sword flourish.

The sword tip swung to the left, then arced downwards before swinging back and sweeping past in a single motion.

Bayan leaned forward, his legs not yet having moved.

His two legs were instantly separated from his body, one broken off at the calf and the other at the knee, the cuts as smooth as a mirror, before blood could even spurt out.

Bayan's forward momentum had not yet dissipated, but his upper body also tilted slightly due to the impact transmitted from the sword when his leg was severed.

Lower back, back of the neck, back of the head!

Three sword shadows appeared almost simultaneously.

Break through the dantian, sever the breath, and kill the soul!

Of these three sword strikes, the first one was the most important, completely severing Bayan's ability to resist.

Two or three sword strikes, yet there was no room for the slightest slackening or hesitation; the speed was top-notch, executed in one fluid motion.

When the sword tip was pulled out from behind his head, it was completely bloodless.

Chu Tianshu grabbed Bayan's clothes from behind, suddenly leaped up, and pounced towards the Jade Pool Hall.

Puff!!!

The two severed legs, left in the snow, then gushed blood and slowly collapsed.

The glaring bloodstains were visible when they were spilled on the snow.

Chu Tianshu's shadow was also reflected on the glazed tiles of the Jade Pool Hall.

The Jade Pool Hall is towering, making the wind stronger, and the temperature inside the palace is also high, so the snow on the roof cannot stay.

Chu Tianshu's shadow, reflected on the bare glazed tiles, was originally just a small dot, but in the blink of an eye, it grew from small to large.

Just as it was about to crash into the roof, Chu Tianshu moved his left hand, smashing Bayan's corpse through the roof and sending it hurtling down.

The roof of the Jade Pool Hall is as large as a plaza. The highest ridge is in the middle, which branches at both ends, so there are a total of five ridges, dividing the entire roof into four slopes.

Bayan's body only crashed through the south-facing slope.

Compared to the entire roof, this is just a small hole.

The sunlight shining down from here would probably only illuminate a small area inside the hall.

However, as soon as Bayan's corpse fell, it turned into a large amount of bone fragments and blood mist, which reversed direction and sprayed upwards.

A blurry column of air erupted from inside the hall, directly expanding the area of the hole from before by more than ten times.

Boom!!!

The entire magnificent roof seemed to have been lifted several inches by the impact.

Inside the main hall, all fourteen figures had raised their heads.

The clash of fourteen masters' internal strength is entirely different from the clash of two masters.

In a duel between two people, the balance point can easily shift. You might be slightly stronger, I might be slightly stronger, and the balance point keeps shifting. Both sides focus their energy on the other, and their attention becomes more and more concentrated as the battle progresses.

Even if thirteen out of fourteen people are on the same side, their intentions cannot be completely the same.

As they exert their efforts, their minds also temper and refine each other.

Like a taut steel wire, the more you polish it, the brighter it becomes, reflecting the outside world more clearly.

Their senses are actually sharper than usual before the steel wire snaps.

All fourteen people had already sensed Chu Tianshu's presence, and without prior agreement, they unleashed a portion of their mutually restraining internal energy towards the top of the hall.

Just then, at the main entrance of the hall, a wisp of water vapor, like a snake, suddenly rose and expanded into the shape of Han Shantong.

The index finger stands upright, while the other fingers are bent, with the fingertips tightly interlocked at the base.

Han Shantong extended both arms simultaneously, unleashing his Great Strength Vajra Finger towards the oldest of the Thirteen Wings —a shaman and a witch.

He unleashed his mental power only after he had already launched his attack.

"Eat my big one----"

Boom!!!

Jade Pool Hall, there seemed to be a vast aura brimming with power, which had just erupted towards the sky.

As soon as Han Shantong's avatar appeared, his aura trembled violently, and then burst forth with a burst of energy in his direction.

Han Shantong's upper body was instantly erased, and his mental sounds ceased abruptly.

The gap at the waist of the remains is still rounded.

But at the same time, a flash of silver light appeared from the hole in the ceiling of the main hall.

Chu Tianshu seemed to become one with his sword, his long shadow like a dragon, striking down suddenly.

One should press on with one's might, but the momentum wanes with each attempt, and exhaustion follows with each subsequent one.

In a short period of time, two such brutal attacks erupted in an attempt to wipe out the enemy.

The aura created by the tacit understanding among the fourteen people has also shrunk considerably.

The moment Chu Tianshu struck, his aura was sliced open, and his entire figure merged into it.

In the blink of an eye.

He had already reached the airspace above Yan Tiemu'er, less than five feet away. The sword light was even brighter, almost tearing through one's vision.

Choke!!

That sword light was so striking.

As a result, the hall had been filled with bloodlust and hostility for many days.

Suddenly, it was like a bright clap of thunder, like a burst of divine lightning, a blast of lightning used by the heavens to purify the air.

Among the Thirteen Wings, the woman dressed as an old witch held a drum in one hand and a chain in the other, her pupils suddenly contracting.

"Finally dead?!"

She almost thought she had already witnessed Yan Tiemu'er's death by this sword, yet the chains on her hands remained unyielding.

Perhaps, there wasn't enough time to let go.

Perhaps the tacit understanding they had just shared wasn't enough for her to make the decision to completely loosen the chains at this critical juncture.

But the next moment, a new scene appeared in her eyes.

The sword light that Chu Tianshu unleashed suddenly split into eight, striking precisely the eight chains around Yan Tiemu'er's body.

Before the witch could realize what was happening, she suddenly felt a numbness in her hand gripping the chains.

An extremely powerful force was transmitted into her body, shattering her skin and flesh, and breaking her meridians and internal organs.

Buzz!!!

The chains hummed.

The witch was flung out of the room, landing outside the hall. After rolling twice, she suddenly stood up.

Her cloudy old eyes reflected the scene inside the main hall.

Seven other companions had also been thrown from their original positions, some crashing into the wall, creating large holes, and others hitting large pillars, causing the pillars to crack slightly.

"We've only just entered the pass, how could it be me who dies?!"

The question churned in the witch's mind as she fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, her eyes wide open in death.

In the witch's eyes, Chu Tianshu's sword was split into eight swords, striking down simultaneously.

But in the eyes of a true master, Chu Tianshu executed the eight sword strikes in sequence.

Of course, he used more than just eight sword techniques.

However, when he thrust out his ninth to twelfth sword strikes, the chains suddenly softened.

The four chain-wielding experts were not killed by the shock, but their hands were split open and they retreated.

As the thirteenth sword thrust forward, a powerful force returned from the end of the chain, clashing with his own.

The chain snapped on the spot.

Chu Tianshu's sword was blocked, and he felt a fierce palm strike coming at him. He immediately met it with his left hand.

Bang!!!

The sound of two palms colliding was unexpectedly dull.

Yan Tiemu'er's body trembled slightly.

Chu Tianshu laughed loudly, flipped in mid-air, and landed at the main entrance of the hall.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chu Tianshu tinkled his longsword, pointed it diagonally to the ground, and laughed, "It seems I'm helping you, so why are you hindering me?"

Yan Temür's face was cold and his brows furrowed with anger. "Why wasn't your sword aimed at me?"

"Can you kill him?"

Chu Tianshu asked a question in return, glancing at the wounded and dead members of the Thirteen Wings.

"However, thanks to your belief that the sword was aimed at you, and your full strength being mobilized, my sword, by striking the chains, was able to combine its Sword Qi energy with your power to kill those people."

Among the Thirteen Wings, the only burly Great Han who was not shaken back was their leader, Canglang, whose eyes were already bloodshot.

But after this person stared at Chu Tianshu, he didn't lash out with angry questions or shout for kill; instead, he asked Yan Tiemu'er.

"You really neutralized the poison?!"

Yan Temür said, "I have already absorbed the poison; I don't need the antidote."

He felt a pang of heartache as he said those words.

Having cultivated the Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao to such a level, there are very few poisons or elixirs in the world that can work on him.

Among the Thirteen Wings, there was a Poison King who was able to develop a deadly poison that was effective against him.

During these days, Yan Tiemu'er transformed this rare and potent poison into precious nutrients.

He had already figured out the poison, and among these thirteen opponents, he had also seen through who was affectionate, who was treacherous, who was loyal, and who was truly in love.

Given a little more time, he was confident he could turn the tables and subdue those thirteen people.

The Thirteen Wings were a tribe that revered strength and heroes, and Yan Temür was, after all, one of their own.

By exploiting their weaknesses, Yan Tiemu'er was absolutely certain he could make them submit.

The emperor believed that Thirteen Wings and the Grand Tutor were still enemies, but in the Grand Tutor's heart, Thirteen Wings was already a rare and Gan Jiang.

Just now! Eight out of the thirteen people are dead!

Yan Tiemu'er stared at Chu Tianshu.

He knew it at first glance.

This swordsman probably guessed his own plans.

What a clever opponent!

Yan Tiemu'er often thought too quickly, leaving those around him unable to keep up. After becoming Grand Tutor, he became too lazy to explain.

Now, in a flash of lightning, he also went from physical pain, to contemplation, to emotion, to anger.

The more he thought about it, the angrier and more annoyed he became.

"Bayan, Emperor, neither of you are fools, so why are you so stupid?"

Yan Temür's thick eyebrows trembled, and his usually composed eyes couldn't suppress his anger. Suddenly, he struck out with his palm, stirring up the entire pool of blood.