Chapter 41 of the Ten Scenes Satin

A sharp pain shot through Lan Lingyu's shoulder; she had been struck by Prince Yazi's sword, and blood instantly stained her clothes. The accompanying Dragon Palace disciples cheered in unison.

Prince Chiwen leaped forward, shouting, "Seventh Brother, don't kill her! Hand her over to Master!" Prince Yazi, caught up in the killing frenzy, refused to stop, his sword flashing relentlessly.

Lan Lingyu endured the excruciating pain in her left shoulder, her right hand gripping her short halberd with barely managing to parry. She thought bitterly, "If that villain hadn't tormented me like this, how could I have been injured by Yazi?"

Just as she was fuming, Prince Chiwen pounced, his hands flashing out to form a pincer attack with Yazi. Ya Zi cried out, "Second Brother, step aside! I can handle this on my own!" Prince Chiwen laughed, "I'm not trying to help you, but it's a pity to kill such a beauty with your wild swordplay." As he spoke, he unleashed a palm strike, a move called "Seagulls Skimming the Waves," his palm technique light and mysterious, quite different from Yi Mo's fierce Dragon Flipping Swordplay.

Lan Lingyu was caught off guard, unable to defend herself, and her injuries made it even harder for her to defend. Suddenly, Prince Chiwen's hand shot out from behind her, his right palm across her neck, his left palm pressing against her "Lingtai" acupoint on her back. Lan Lingyu sighed, her right halberd knocked away by Prince Ya Zi.

Prince Chiwen, having subdued Lan Lingyu, was extremely pleased with himself, laughing, "Third Master Lan's skills are remarkable, truly worthy of being a top-tier expert of the Heroine Manor. For a young lady, this is quite extraordinary..." As he spoke, his right palm gently caressed her delicate neck. Lan Lingyu angrily shouted, "Don't touch me!" Prince Chiwen said ambiguously, "What's there to be angry about? There are plenty of others who will touch you later..." His right hand slowly moved towards her chest.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared, and Prince Chiwen caught sight of a figure rushing towards him. The figure was agile, yet the surprise attack was extremely powerful; three flashes of sword light entered his vision one after another. Prince Chiwen was startled and dodged, seeing that the newcomer was a graceful young girl with a short sword in her hand—it was Little Murong.

Prince Yazi brandished his sword and shouted, "Excellent swordsmanship! Are you also from the Heroines' Manor?" Little Murong raised her eyebrows and said, "No!"

Aying, Ahui, and Ahuan quickly protected Lan Lingyu. Ahui picked up her double halberds and said, "Third Master, we are outnumbered. We must fight our way out as soon as possible." Lan Lingyu took back her weapons and, seeing Hua Xuan, Little Murong, and the two princes of the Dragon Palace locked in a fierce battle, pondered to herself, "How should I escape?" Suddenly

, she heard a "clang" and Kang Chufeng's shout. It turned out that his iron flute had been cut in two by Wen Yuan's sword.

Kang Qiyue played her pipa, sending four steel needles flying in quick succession. Wen Yuan caught them one by one with a swift movement of his left sleeve, laughing, "Since I've seen it once, this technique won't work anymore." He thought to himself, "This woman is truly despicable, setting up this dangerous trap again."

Kang Chufeng, forced into a corner by Wen Yuan's swordplay, turned pale and cried out, "Sister, quickly play 'Mad Dream'!"

Suddenly, four sharp cracking sounds rang out, and Wen Yuan thrust out his sword, slicing through the side of Kang Qiyue's pipa, severing all four strings at once.

Kang Qiyue cried out in alarm and hurriedly dodged.

The Kang siblings were in a sorry state when suddenly a cold and stern voice rang out: "You two step back." Wen Yuan's heart tightened, thinking, "It's Huang Zhonggui, is he going to make a move?"

Huang Zhonggui slowly stepped forward, and Kang Chufeng and Kang Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief, quickly retreating to his side, kneeling and bowing their heads.

Huang Zhonggui said, "Go and subdue the people from Jin Guo Zhuang. Don't fail again." His tone was icy, devoid of emotion, yet chilling to the bone. Wen Yuan suddenly felt uneasy, thinking to himself, "This person is extremely strange; his actions and tone are lifeless. What kind of person is he?"

The Kang siblings, upon receiving the order, rushed towards Lan Lingyu. The three maids, Ying Sui and Huan, eager to protect their mistress, each wielded a weapon and stood in front. Ying held a short red-tasseled spear, Sui held a sword, and Huan held a large ring-handled saber. The four, mistress and servants, each armed with swords, spears, and halberds, formed a seemingly unstructured battle formation, engaging the Kang siblings in a mobile fight. The three maids were not highly skilled, but their coordinated attacks and defenses were effective, making it difficult to injure the enemy but sufficient for their own survival. The battle remained deadlocked for a time.

Over there, Xiao Murong caught sight of Huang Zhonggui entering the fray and was shocked. She cried out, "Sister, quickly take care of these two! Huang Zhonggui is about to make his move!" Hua Xuan was locked in fierce combat with Prince Ya Zi. Hearing Xiao Murong's anxious tone, she was also worried about Wen Yuan's safety and immediately shouted, "Alright!" Her silver whip flashed as she used the "Melting Wind Style" of the Eight Directions Wind Rope. The movement was gentle and subtle, completely different from Prince Ya Zi's fierce and aggressive swordsmanship. The gentle force gradually weakened the power of the Dragon Turning Sword.

Seeing that Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong were not at a disadvantage, Wen Yuan focused his attention and prepared to counter. He pointed his longsword directly at Huang Zhonggui and assumed the stance of the Compass Sword. Huang Zhonggui walked forward step by step, his body seemingly rising in wisps of dust.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Zhonggui leaped forward and was already in front of Wen Yuan. His left hand, with its five fingers bent into a claw, plunged down towards Wen Yuan's head, and a chilling aura rushed down first

. Wen Yuan was secretly shocked: "This man is incredibly fast!" He stepped back, his sword flashing, but Huang Zhonggui dodged it with a swift turn, then launched another claw attack. Before the first claw even arrived, the second appeared, each claw faster than the last, the moves ruthless. This series of "Dismemberment Claws" could shatter bones, and those struck would die a gruesome death. Wen Yuan hadn't been hit yet, but he saw Huang Zhonggui's claws attacking his joints with unparalleled ferocity, the force so sharp it made the wind howl, a truly terrifying sight.

Wen Yuan was terrified. He tightened his swordplay, adhering strictly to the rules, thinking, "A preemptive attack is difficult; I must adopt a defensive stance first." Suddenly, a chilling glint appeared in Huang Zhonggui's eyes. He brought his right palm together, fingers forming a knife-like shape, and swiftly slashed at Wen Yuan's sword.

In that instant, a scene Wen Yuan could hardly believe unfolded. Huang Zhonggui met the attack with his palm, and the sword, with a soft clang, was sliced in half by his bare hand. The cut was smooth, as if cleaved by a fine sword, while Huang Zhonggui's hand remained completely unharmed. The disciples of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect cheered, shouting, "Huang Zunshi's divine skill is invincible!"

While fighting with Prince Chiwen, Xiao Murong also witnessed this move and was greatly shocked, crying out, "Don't let his palm touch you! That's the 'Taiyin Blade'!" Wen Yuan's longsword was cleaved by the hand blade, and his astonishment was indescribable. He thought to himself, "Is this Huang Zhonggui truly invulnerable to blades and spears?" The "Taiyin Blade" seems to be pure Yin martial arts, yet it's so powerful!

Huang Zhonggui showed no joy on his face, remaining expressionless as he attacked with the Taiyin Blade and the shattered claws. Wen Yuan's mind raced, thinking, "His moves are powerful; it's difficult to defend against them. I'll fight him!" His broken sword flew out, his palms flashing as he rushed forward. Huang Zhonggui deflected the broken sword with a palm strike, then his left claw reached for Wen Yuan's chest, concealing Yin power. If struck, the ribs in his chest would instantly shatter. Wen Yuan took a risky move, slightly shifting his body so that his claw strike narrowly missed Huang Zhonggui's chest. Risking this danger, he darted to Huang Zhonggui's left side, where he momentarily opened a gap, and struck Huang Zhonggui's chest with a palm strike.

The blow landed squarely on Huang Zhonggui's chest with superior internal energy from the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. Unexpectedly, Huang Zhonggui glanced at him, and his right palm, wielding the Taiyin Blade, suddenly slashed down with a sharp and chilling force. Wen Yuan was startled, rolling on the ground to barely dodge the attack. Looking at Huang Zhonggui, he saw that he was completely unharmed; the palm strike seemed to have failed to injure him in the slightest. Wen Yuan suddenly recalled Ren Jianqing's words: "...

That Huang Zhonggui, you could call him a demon from hell. I kicked him three times and struck him with a palm, and he withstood it all. I was struck by his palm and couldn't withstand it, almost losing my life."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill: "Is he really that terrifying?" Suddenly, a cold wind swept over him, and Huang Zhonggui silently rushed forward, his Taiyin Blade slashing out, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, terrifying and horrifying. Wen Yuan tried his best to dodge, the Taiyin Blade missing its mark, then immediately turning to block. Huang Zhonggui's moves were fluid and graceful, his blade strikes unpredictable and continuous, accompanied by a chilling wind. Wen Yuan was completely unable to counter it, and could only do his best to dodge and weave. Suddenly, a sense of fear gripped him: "Is he really human? What kind of martial arts is this?"

Little Murong and Hua Xuan were extremely anxious, breaking free from the entanglement of Chiwen and Yazi to rush to his rescue.

Huang Zhonggui glanced casually, his hands both channeling the power of the Taiyin Blade, and said, "You're Little Murong, where's Big Murong?" Little Murong steadied himself and shouted, "I don't know!" He brandished his short sword, his movements swift and unpredictable, unleashing the "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword," its blade flashing brilliantly as he launched a fierce attack. Hua Xuan's silver whip whipped up wind and thunder, displaying the swiftness and ferocity of the "Kaifeng Style" to its fullest extent, as she launched a series of attacks against Huang Zhonggui.

Wen Yuan and the other two joined forces in the attack. Huang Zhonggui remained calm, channeling the power of the Taiyin Blade into his hands. His face was clouded with gloom, but his eyes blazed with murderous intent. With a flick of his left wrist, he grabbed Hua Xuan's whip tip and unleashed a burst of Yin energy. Hua Xuan suddenly felt a chill, her body trembled, and she cried out in alarm, "Ah!" Her inner force loosened, and the silver whip spun violently, clanging and rattling. Large shards of silver on the whip flew off, and the whip itself was shattered by Huang Zhonggui's Yin energy. The silver whip was instantly destroyed by his grasp.

Seeing Hua Xuan trembling uncontrollably, Wen Yuan exclaimed, "Junior Sister, what's wrong?" Hua Xuan trembled, "So...so cold...I can't move..." Suddenly, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Wen Yuan was shocked and rushed to help her up, but unexpectedly, the Taiyin Blade slashed from behind, striking her in the back. Wen Yuan felt a sharp pain in his back, and for a moment he felt dizzy and the world go dark. A chilling aura, like that of ancient ice, penetrated his internal organs, and his body felt as if it were being torn apart. He slowly collapsed to the ground, his clothes tearing open in a large gap, from which blood gushed forth.

The two princes, Chiwen and Yazi, were also shocked by Huang Zhonggui's profound skill. Prince Yazi shook his head and said, "Incredible! I don't know when I will ever reach this level of martial arts."

Lan Lingyu and the others were locked in a stalemate with the Kang siblings. Seeing Hua Xuan and Wen Yuan fall to the ground one after another, they were both shocked and anxious, wondering what would happen to Xiao Murong.

Xiao Murong and Murong Xiu had faced Huang Zhonggui many times before, and knew that Huang Zhonggui's martial arts were terrifying, and that he was also extremely dreadful. Wen Yuan was certain he couldn't handle him, and she herself couldn't withstand him either. Fear gripped her, and she whispered, "If you want to find my elder brother, I... I can get him to come." Huang Zhonggui coldly replied, "Very well, you have a signal, so release it now."

Xiao Murong took out a small metal tube, secretly calculating, and said, "If you want to settle your score, you can't let these people interfere." Huang Zhonggui remained expressionless and said, "Don't say anything more, bring Da Murong here, or I'll kill you first."

Xiao Murong gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I'll release the signal!" She pressed a certain spot on the tube, but instead of throwing it, she slammed it to the ground. "Bang bang bang!" A series of explosions followed, green light scattered, and smoke filled the air. Everyone screamed in alarm. Xiao Murong didn't dare hesitate for a moment, throwing the signal tube in all directions. The explosions were incessant, and the entire backyard was filled with green smoke and fire, obscuring visibility.

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