Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8396: Saber technique (1)

After what felt like an eternity, the cultivator from the Blood Slaughter Sect at last struck the disciple of the Heaven Crippling Sect across the chest. Even though his foe had tried to evade the blow ahead of time, the attack still landed. The gash on his chest wasn't too deep, yet it damaged his inner core. Right as he prepared to concede the fight, the sword from the Blood Slaughter Sect cultivator slipped from his grasp and stabbed straight into the opponent's throat, silencing any chance to utter surrender.

Following that, the victor pulled back his weapon and withdrew into the Blood Slaughter Sect's ranks. The Blood Slaughter Sect had now claimed victory in three fights in a row, dealing a severe hit to the spirits of the Allied forces. Before Zhao Hai could dispatch another fighter, someone leaped forward from the Allied side. He wasn't particularly imposing in height or appearance, clad in plain black robes that set him apart from the Dark Ghost Sect's attire. Once positioned in the arena, he turned toward the Blood Slaughter Sect and declared in a low tone, "I am Qian Wushuang of the Corpse Demon Sect. I challenge Zhao Hai from the Blood Slaughter Sect to come forward and exchange moves. Does Zhao Hai have the guts?"

His challenge came across as bold and provocative, clearly aiming to drag Zhao Hai into the fray. Zhao Hai paused in surprise upon hearing it, then a faint smile crossed his face. With a swift motion, he vaulted out from his group's formation. Facing Qian Wushuang, he replied with a grin, "How could I refuse such an invitation from a fellow Daoist? After you."

The Blood Slaughter Sect members hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai taking the field himself. As their key leader, it wasn't ideal for him to engage so soon. Yet, with the direct call-out this time, refusing would bring shame upon them. Thus, Zhao Hai stepped up to meet the challenge.

Qian Wushuang eyed Zhao Hai with a smirk and stated, "My senior brother is Pan Qianlong, and my junior brother is Yi Xuanming. They've both fallen to you, so today I seek pointers from you. Please, sir." With those words, he summoned a curved saber into his grip. As he wielded it, his presence sharpened dramatically, turning fierce and cutting.

Zhao Hai noted the shift in Qian Wushuang's demeanor and blinked in mild shock. Then he chuckled and responded, "I never realized they were your senior and junior brothers. Does that mean you're unaware Pan Qianlong practiced the Ten Thousand Ghost Bones? And if you did know and let it happen, wouldn't that count as a grave offense?"

Though Zhao Hai spoke without raising his voice, it twisted Qian Wushuang's features. The scandal of Pan Qianlong's cultivation of the Ten Thousand Ghost Bones had rocked the Blood Sea Realm. The Corpse Demon Sect faced intense scrutiny back then, forcing them into a full probe to clear their name. While it didn't ruin their standing and showed no one else dabbled in such forbidden arts, it left the sect in low spirits. As Pan Qianlong's junior brother, Qian Wushuang endured a lengthy interrogation, a humiliating ordeal. Hearing Zhao Hai bring it up now soured his mood instantly.

Qian Wushuang glared at Zhao Hai and huffed, "No need for your concern. If I'm at fault, the Corpse Demon Sect will handle it themselves. That's none of your business. Show me your skills. I've heard you practice Elder Ha Jing's Incantation Handprint from the Blood Slaughter Sect. I'd like to test it out."

Zhao Hai grinned and flicked his wrist, materializing a Buddhist Commandment Blade. He swung it once and intoned deeply, "My master bestowed this blade upon me. As this marks my debut fight for the Blood Slaughter Sect, I must employ their famed blade art. Today, with the weapon from my teacher, I'll gauge your prowess."

Qian Wushuang's face darkened at Zhao Hai's declaration. He stared and demanded, "Zhao Hai, what are you implying? Are you underestimating me?" Zhao Hai was renowned for his Zhen Fang Grand Handprint, with few witnessing his blade work. So when he announced using a blade, Qian Wushuang assumed disdain.

Zhao Hai met Qian Wushuang's gaze with a smile and clarified, "That's not my intent, but if you best me, I'll step aside without issue. Just focus on the fight, not my chosen method." He then lifted the Buddhist Commandment Blade, assuming the initial stance of the Eight Forms of Bloody Battle.

Qian Wushuang observed Zhao Hai's posture and sneered coldly, "Fine, let's see your little games." He lifted his curved saber with ease, but his ready position struck an odd note. It didn't hold still; the blade's angle shifted constantly, resembling a butcher eyeing a carcass for the prime cut.

Zhao Hai glanced at Qian Wushuang's preparatory form, and his eyes gleamed with interest. "I truly hadn't anticipated your command of the Corpse Dissecting Saber exceeding that of Pan Qianlong and Yi Xuanming. Ha ha ha, this calls for a proper exchange." He then swung his long blade, conjuring a crimson river that surged toward Qian Wushuang.

The Eight Forms of Bloody Battle stood as the Blood Slaughter Sect's hallmark saber style. Every disciple learned it, yet few among the core inheritors deployed it in combat. Easy to pick up but tough to refine, and since foes knew it well, without mastery, its might fell short of basic slashes. Hence, it saw little use.

Yet Zhao Hai's Eight Forms of Bloody Battle had achieved flawless execution. Upon unleashing it, a scarlet river materialized from nothing and hurtled at Qian Wushuang. The latter narrowed his eyes to slits upon seeing the attack, stunned that Zhao Hai, famed for his massive hand seals, possessed such blade prowess. It was astonishing.

Still, Qian Wushuang believed himself no inferior. His own saber skill had ascended to great heights; he felt it rivaled Zhao Hai's Eight Forms of Bloody Battle. He swung his curved blade, transforming it into a glowing orb that vanished, along with himself.

Instantly, myriad saber gleams erupted within Zhao Hai's blood river. Their emergence destabilized the river, showcasing the technique's essence: it could carve not just bodies, but also foes, spiritual Qi, saber intent—anything in its path.

Zhao Hai showed no surprise. From the moment Qian Wushuang drew his blade, he'd sensed its formidable nature. Holding it evoked unshakeable poise and assurance, signaling deep faith in his art. Thus, Zhao Hai expected strength.

Zhao Hai altered the blade's flow. Suddenly, bolts of lightning crackled over the blood sea, crashing into the saber lights within the river. Liu Qing's face paled at the sight; he knew those strikes well as the hallmark of advanced Eight Bloody Lightning Strikes. True mastery allowed blinding speed, free redirection of the blade, lightning-quick swings paired with fluid, unpredictable shapes.

The saber lights in the blood river faded next, the lightning dissolving into a shower of sparks that poured in, swelling the river's depth. Corpses then surfaced amid the flow. Viewers froze at the sight—these marked another facet of the Corpse Dissecting Saber, proving Qian Wushuang's defiance endured.

Suddenly, wooden spikes burst from the blood sea, charging wildly through it. Corpses touching them shattered on contact. Then a colossal peak rose beneath the river, plummeting from above.

A thunderous crash echoed as the mountain slammed into the blood river, which flowed undisturbed around its base. It might have seemed picturesque, a vista of peaks and streams, but horror tainted it: the mountain bristled with cadavers. Blood streamed from it into the river, deepening its scarlet hue.

Yet in that instant, both blood river and corpse mountain vanished. Zhao Hai hovered in the emptiness, while Qian Wushuang reappeared before the Alliance Army's lines. His robes hung in shreds, blood trickled from his lips, and he clutched his curved blade weakly, clearly gravely wounded.

Zhao Hai regarded Qian Wushuang with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Qian, your saber art impresses. You managed to slip away from my strike. But that's your sole reprieve. Fight on, and I assure your end." Zhao Hai hadn't gone all out this time, allowing the escape. He held back to avoid overly provoking the Corpse Demon Sect, the Blood Sea Realm's top power. Antagonizing them further wouldn't aid the Blood Slaughter Sect, already burdened with foes. They'd stayed neutral before; pushing too hard now could forge a deadly rivalry, harming the Blood Slaughter Sect.

Qian Wushuang shot Zhao Hai a glare and grunted, "Next time, I'll crush you for sure." He grabbed his curved saber and retreated to his formation. As Zhao Hai turned to rejoin his side, another figure sprang from the Alliance Army. Pointing at Zhao Hai, he barked, "Zhao Hai, hold it. Today, you'll taste the might of the Heaven Crippling Sect." Without pause for response, he lunged forward.

Zhao Hai sized up the Heaven Crippling Sect cultivator, who differed from his peers. Most there lacked limbs, but this one kept his intact—save for the excess digits. Zhao Hai counted at least seven fingers on one hand, swelling it beyond normal. He now unleashed a barrage of finger strikes, shadows filling the air as they bore down on Zhao Hai.