Chapter 1233 - 319: Iron Palm Mandarins Battle the Steppes, Poison Whip and Broken Sword Weep Across the Wasteland (Part 3)

"Kill all the Imperial Court dogs!" A burly man with a bristly beard swung his Wolf Fang Club to smash open the tent door, the spikes on the club head still hanging with clotted blood.

Nangong Quan’s roar, like a copper gong, shook people’s eardrums painfully: "Just at the right time! Let you witness the methods of a Jinyi Guard!"

His massive body soared into the air, the gust from the Great Vajra Palm flipped over the three leading cavalrymen, the crisp sound of rib bones shattering mixed with wails reverberating in the night sky.

Tie Wendie wielded his broken sword into a web of light, the sword moves of "Nine Forms of Flying Dragon" split the air, tearing through human skin like paper.

With their Dual Blades, Zhu Yulong and his wife merged their skills, the "Blooming at the Intertwined Branches" technique sliced the warriors trying to encircle them in half at the waist, the warm rain of blood showered on Ren Xiaoyan’s face, she licked the bloodstains from her lips, laughing even more crazily: "What joy! What joy!"

Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber traced twin moons, colliding with hidden weapons in the darkness, sparking streaks of flames.

She suddenly perceived a familiar scent, the blade light swiftly twisted, narrowly intercepting a dagger thrust towards Wu Zhong’s back.

"Traitor!" she yelled angrily, reversely slashing with a knife, severing the attacker’s throat, the warm blood spray hit her neck, carrying a nauseating rust smell. Wu Zhong endured the pain of his broken arm, invoking the Six Harmonies True Scripture to unleash the Demon Subduing Divine Palm. The golden palm shadows, resembling the form of Buddha, sent Lu’er Wuliu’s remaining guards flying away, the shattered pillars crashed down with a rumble, raising a cloud of dust.

The Kerchin warriors’ eyes turned red, some tore Jinyi Guard’s flesh with bare hands, others bit through enemy’s throats with teeth, blood mingled with the soil, turning this expanse of grassland into a Human Purgatory.

The night wind wept, whipping through the torn ox-hide tent canopies, exposing the ground littered with corpses.

Wu Zhong leaned against Xiao Lingling and slowly sat down, the clotted purple-black blood scab on his broken arm glimmered with an eerie light in the moonlight.

He gazed at the Kerchin warriors surging like tidal waves from afar, a faint smile of relief appeared on his lips: "It was worth it..."

His fingertips gently brushed over his wife’s blood-stained hairline, the tender touch reminiscent of their first meeting in the rainy mist of Jiangnan.

Xiao Lingling fiercely plunged the Mandarin Duck Saber into the soil, the blade hummed as if lamenting for the ferocious slaughter.

With one eye widened, Miao Menlong, covered in knife scars, Shan Zhi dragged his heavily wounded body and crawled nearby.

The four of them huddled together, their eyes showing a resolute determination to face death fearlessly—they would rather die together than bow to the enemy.

Just then, the sound of thunderous horse hooves came from afar. The queen of the Naiman Tribe, Yili, led by Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, Liu Guihua, and other masters, rolled in with thirty thousand iron cavalry like a black whirlwind.

The roar of Ma Jun’s crossbow reverberated deafeningly, and the dense rain of arrows swarmed like locusts passing through, the Kerchin warriors fell one after another in the arrow rain, blood staining the entire grassland red.

Lin Wanqing, clad in soft armor of golden silk, under the tripartite power of Xu Fu Immortal Pill, ultimate bloodline, and Five Poison Scripture, leapt off her horse, drawing her long sword, Sword Qi rampant. With "Longevity Swordsmanship" on display, her figure morphed into phantom figures in mid-air, the sword edge like a Spiritual Snake flicking its tongue, targeting Zhu Yulong and Ren Xiaoyan: "Vile traitors! Prepare to meet your fate!" Her sweet shout carried a chillingly piercing intent.

Liu Guihua wielded the Spirit Snake Whip, the tip of the whip gleaming with a ghostly blue poison light.

Also burdened with tripartite mystical techniques, her whip shadows sped like lightning, whipping towards Tie Wendie.

"One-armed old thief, taste the might of the Five Poison Whip!" Her laughter carried a hint of madness, as the whip tip left desolation in its wake.

Blood Rakshasa stood with sword in one hand and whip in the other, like a Demon God descending onto the earth. Her broken sword traced bizarre arcs, the soft whip like a Spiritual Snake entwining around Nangong Quan.

"Fat pig! Today marks your end!" Her cold roar emanated from beneath the mask, both sword and whip striking with extreme ferocity.

Nangong Quan swung his massive iron palms, trying to fend off Blood Rakshasa’s assault: "Humph! Naiman Demoness, do you think you can hurt me? Watch out for my palm!" His Great Vajra Palm struck out, causing the air to explode with a piercing reverberation, yet in the face of Blood Rakshasa’s bizarre sword-whip offensive, he seemed somewhat lacking in power.

The northerly wind whipped gravel like steel needles aimed at faces, thirty thousand iron cavalry shattered the Kerchin night’s shroud, the sound of horse hooves shaking the very earth’s lament.

Nangong Quan stood like an iron tower amidst the chaotic army, his surplus weight beneath the python robe heaving with panting, he wiped the blood foam from his lips, his bellow like copper bells painfully ringing in ears: "Naiman remnants! Today you’ll learn the garrison commander’s methods of the Jinyi Guard!"

Before the echo of his words faded, his palm surged with inky black energy, the gust from the Great Vajra Palm snapped the banner pole three zhang away in half.

Blood Rakshasa’s dark mask moved of its own accord without wind, her single eye flashed with a ghostly chill. With her toes lightly touching horseback, she swept by like a wraith, her left arm’s broken sword carved a strange arc of "Celestial Sword", her right hand’s soft whip like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, directly targeting the throat.

Nangong Quan’s palms churned like millstones, the "boom" echoed as the gust flipped away three iron cavalry charging the formation.

Blood Rakshasa exploited the momentum to soar into the air, her soft whip suddenly coiled around his wrist, the broken sword flashed coldly, instantly severing three plump fingers, the finger joints knocking into the wool carpet, forming a deep pit.

"Seeking death!" Nangong Quan went into a furious rage with pain, the Mountain Shattering Palm swept away with a nauseous gust.

Blood Rakshasa spun quickly back, her dark stronghold ripped open by palm winds, exposing grim snake tattoos on her collarbone.

She swung silver needles from her sleeve backhand, the needles glimmered ghostly blue in the moonlight, Nangong Quan hurriedly waved his palms to fend off, but Blood Rakshasa had already closed in, her broken sword aimed directly at his heart. His massive physique leaned back harshly, not expecting the soft whip to entwine like festering onto his ankle, only hearing a crisp "crack" sound, the ankle bone forcibly snapped. Blood Rakshasa chuckled coldly, the broken sword pierced his throat, purple-black venom blood spurted out, forming an eerie mandala pattern on the ground.