At that moment, Yu Tian, the "Chain Nine-Desolation Saber," stepped forward slowly and proclaimed in a ringing voice:
"My furious blade shakes mountains and peaks,Heaven and ghosts tremble in awe.The Chain Nine-Desolation Saber—One strike stirs the four directions!"
The heroes present were greatly startled. His arrogance was unmistakable—his confidence in his own martial prowess absolute.
Then Lan Chong, the "Shadowless Gale Saber," stepped forward as well, declaring:
"My blade thunders like the wrath of heaven,Swift as a dragon soaring the skies.The Shadowless Gale Saber—Like Hou Yi shooting down the nine suns!"
His words were even more boastful than Yu Tian's. One claimed to shake the world with a single strike; the other to fell the suns themselves. Their swagger reached the extreme, as if no one in the martial world could rival them.
Wu Tong let out a long sigh and said,"Such arrogance—truly frogs in a well."
Liu Yun could not help but add,"Utterly shameless."
Yu Tian's voice turned cold as frost:"Walk well upon the road to the Yellow Springs!"
Before his words had fully faded, his saber flashed from its sheath. In an instant, his figure burst forward. Lan Chong moved at the same time, veins bulging along his gripping hand. The two attacked from left and right, their blades crossing in deadly coordination, accompanied by piercing whistles that struck like thunder toward Wu Tong.
Yu Tian's saber shrieked sharply, targeting eighteen vital points across Wu Tong's front. Its speed was almost unimaginable. At the same time, Wu Tong sensed the slicing wind behind him—Lan Chong's blade descending toward his back with terrifying force.
Attacked from both sides, Wu Tong remained calm. At the critical moment, he drew his saber in one smooth motion—turning, sweeping, and flicking his wrist. The blade spun outward in a circular arc, counterattacking both men at once.
Seeing the danger, Yu Tian and Lan Chong immediately shifted into uncanny footwork, retreating like shadows.
Wu Tong's sequence of concealment, draw, lift, and intercept flowed seamlessly, drawing admiration. Though the saber is heavier than the sword—broad and weighty—his Crouching Dragon Saber Technique combined power with the subtlety of swordplay. Motions of lift, hook, thrust, sweep, cut, press, and push blended into endless variations.
As the two assassins unleashed relentless attacks, Wu Tong stepped with the Great Yu Steps, swift as lightning. He intercepted, deflected, advanced, and countered in flowing succession—his movements elusive and unpredictable, his techniques profound beyond measure. Since defeating the "Bloodthirsty Saber" Xie Feng, none in the world could rival him in sabersmanship. In the realm of the blade, he was peerless.
Yu Tian wielded the Nine-Desolation Saber Manual, while Lan Chong practiced the Gale Saber Manual—both legendary arts that shook the martial world. They were famed assassins: Yu Tian of the Sword Fiend Sect, Lan Chong of the Saber Fiend Sect. Though the two sects were separate, their hidden masters were brothers.
Their blades surged like rivers, boundless and unstoppable—like mercury spilling across the ground, penetrating every gap. Wu Tong's defense formed an impenetrable wall of saber energy. Wave after wave of attacks dissolved into nothing.
The clash intensified. Sparks flew as blades struck, ringing like clashing steel. The three exchanged countless moves, dazzling the eyes of onlookers. Gradually, Wu Tong discerned their patterns.
After several more exchanges, he called out:
"Take my advice—withdraw now, and you may yet live."
Yu Tian snorted coldly."An assassin lives to kill."
Lan Chong added,"This day next year will be your death anniversary!"
Wu Tong knew well—most assassins survive only by killing. Yet his nature was kind, and he still offered them a chance.
Yu Tian said coldly,"Lan Chong—show him the true technique!"
Lan Chong replied,"Send him to the underworld!"
In an instant, their figures turned ghostlike. This was their ultimate move—trained specifically to kill Wu Tong. With perfect coordination, Yu Tian struck from the right, Lan Chong from the left. Their blades shot forward, aiming straight for his chest.
Wu Tong did not move.
Just as the blades closed in, his saber flashed.
Too fast.
The assassins raised their blades to block—but they were already a fraction too slow.
Before they could even cry out, both men staggered and collapsed into pools of blood.
No one present had even seen Wu Tong's strike.
Wu Tong sheathed his blade in one smooth motion and stood still.
In a deep voice, he called:
"Coffin shop boy."
The young attendant replied,"Yes, sir."
Wu Tong glanced at him coldly."Pack them."
The boy quickly nodded."It will be handled properly."
With a signal, four porters carried the bodies of Yu Tian and Lan Chong into coffins. Clearly, this was not the first time.
At that moment, a shout rang out—it was Si Tu Kong, the "Mad Wanderer." He ran out, jumping and yelling:
"Look! Chen Jinfeng has fled with the Western Sacred Sect!"
All eyes turned. Indeed, Chen Jinfeng was leading her followers away in panic, fleeing like defeated dogs.
The Beggar Sect Leader Fei Jin said calmly:"If she hadn't run, the entire sect would be buried with her."
And thus it was said:
The sacred sect prepares funeral wreaths,Bending low to send their elegy.The blade is sheathed, the dead entombed,The holy maiden flees first.