194: Four Symbols Breaking Army

However, just as the Fangs Master made his move, Qin Feng, who had been standing still at the Formation's eye, seemingly only responsible for coordination and support, also moved.

"White Tiger, Lord of Slaughter—now is the moment to shine!"

Qin Feng's voice was calm and steady, but the ink plum sword in his hand erupted with an unprecedented, clear, and sharp sword cry! His sword heart was clear and bright, his Sword Bone resonated sharply, and his Hunyuan True Qi perfectly harmonized with the circulating power of the Four Symbols Battle Array at this moment!

What he had been waiting for was precisely this moment when the Fangs Master could no longer restrain himself!

"Four Symbols rotate, gather power to the blade!"

Xia Ya forcefully thrust her giant shield forward, and an earthen-yellow Qi wall erupted violently, temporarily forcing back the two remaining Martial Kings attacking her! Xiao Chun bit the tip of her tongue, forcing out another drop of vital blood. The emerald medicinal mist contracted and condensed, transforming into a bridge of vitality connecting to Qin Feng! Ji Ruxue's figure flashed as she returned to the Formation, her dagger held in a reverse grip. Shadowy power, fine as threads, coiled around the blade of the ink plum sword!

Qin Feng felt the power surging from three directions—Xia Ya's steady and solid force, Xiao Chun's vibrant vitality, and Ji Ruxue's agile and elusive transformation. Under the profound and mysterious integration of the Formation, they perfectly merged into his Hunyuan True Qi and the White Tiger's intent to kill!

On the ink plum sword, the Four Symbols' phantom images solidified completely, swirling around the blade!

This sword strike was no longer a simple Martial Skill, but a lethal sword strike that fused the power of four people, the ingenuity of the Formation, and the might of their equipment!

"Four Symbols Unite as One: Shatter the Army!"

Qin Feng united with his sword, transforming into a sky-piercing, chaotic-colored Sword Aura that shot into the sky! Wherever the Sword Aura passed, the air distorted, the mist evaporated, and even the lake surface was plowed open by the invisible Sword Qi, leaving a deep trench!

This sword strike did not target the remaining Martial Kings, but pointed directly at—the Half-step Martial Emperor, the Fangs Master!

"Arrogant!" the Fangs Master roared angrily, a look of solemnity appearing on his face for the first time. He clapped his hands together, and dark red True Qi surged out frantically, condensing into a giant blood shield covered with skull patterns in front of him! On the shield's surface, countless distorted faces of vengeful spirits wailed and howled, emitting a nauseating, sinister aura!

This was his evil protective technique, refined through sacrificing the Primordial Yin and Souls of countless women—the "Ten Thousand Yin Blood Soul Shield"!

The Sword Aura and the Blood Shield collided violently!

"BOOM—!!!"

The explosion echoed across Yunmeng Lake! A terrifying shockwave spread out from the collision point. The painted boat rocked violently, its wooden structure groaning under unbearable stress, with countless fragments shooting out! The lake surface erupted into waves several zhang high!

The vengeful spirits on the Blood Shield screamed madly, layer after layer of bloody light continuously grinding away at the Sword Aura. The Four Symbols' phantom images on the Sword Aura rotated ceaselessly—the White Tiger roared, the Black Turtle defended, the Vermilion Bird incinerated the heavens, the Azure Dragon restored vitality. The power of the Four Symbols was endlessly regenerative, faintly suppressing that sinister bloody light!

The stalemate lasted only a single breath.

"Crack—"

A fine cracking sound came from the center of the Blood Shield.

The Fangs Master's pupils contracted sharply!

The next moment, the Blood Shield exploded into pieces! Countless vengeful spirits wailed as they dissipated! Although the Sword Aura had dimmed considerably, it still carried an unstoppable momentum, slashing fiercely onto the arms the Fangs Master had hastily raised in defense!

"Squelch!"

The sleeves of the Fangs Master's arms exploded, revealing two deep wounds reaching the bone, shimmering with chaotic Sword Qi! He grunted, his body sent flying backward, crashing through three layers of railings and tumbling back into the cabin!

And at the very same instant the Fangs Master was repelled—

"Kill!"

Qin Feng shouted lowly. The remaining power of the Sword Aura did not dissipate; instead, guided by his will, it suddenly split into four slightly smaller Sword Qi streaks, falling like meteors, shooting toward the four remaining Martial Kings on the deck!

These four were still stunned by the shocking collision moments ago, caught completely off guard!

"Thud thud thud thud!"

Four soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The Martial King using the long whip died with his whip broken and his chest pierced; the Martial King wielding the Ghost Head Sword raised his blade to block, only for the sword to shatter and his throat to be pierced; of the two Martial Kings who had been besieging Ji Ruxue, one was pierced through the heart by Sword Qi, the other beheaded.

Four corpses fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

Thus, all six Martial Kings were annihilated!

A deathly silence fell over the deck.

Only the sound of lake water lapping against the hull and the faint, panicked shouts from the other two painted boats in the distance could be heard.

Xia Ya leaned on her sword, panting heavily. Her flowing cloud inner armor's luster was dim, clearly showing immense consumption. Xiao Chun slumped on the ground, her yan luo umbrella fallen beside her, her face pale as paper, her aura withered. Ji Ruxue knelt on one knee, supporting herself with the purple moon dagger stabbed into the deck, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Qin Feng landed back on the deck. The light on the ink plum sword had completely faded. His face was equally pale, the True Qi within his body nearly depleted, his Meridians throbbing with sharp pain. The single strike of Four Symbols Unite as One had consumed far more than imagined.

But their eyes were all fixed intently on the shattered cabin on the third level.

"Cough... cough..."

Violent coughing sounds came from within the cabin.

Footsteps sounded.

The Fangs Master's figure reappeared at the broken railing.

The wounds on his arms were a bloody mess, his dark red robe torn in many places, his long hair disheveled, blood hanging at the corner of his mouth. That effeminate face was now twisted and ferocious, dark red light flashing madly in his eyes, like a Vicious Beast ready to devour its prey.

But, he was not dead yet.

The vitality and protective abilities of a Half-step Martial Emperor far surpassed those of a Martial King.

He stared fixedly at Qin Feng on the deck, at the Martial King corpses littering the ground, at the four who, though weakened, still stood. His eyes first showed disbelief, then transformed into overwhelming resentment and... a trace of barely perceptible dread.

Six Martial Kings... gone just like that?

This bizarre Formation, the power these four had erupted with... "Good... what a good Four Symbols Battle Array..." the Fangs Master's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "This Fangs Master... underestimated you."

He slowly raised his bloodied arms. Dark red True Qi began to gather again, more violent and sinister than before. The temperature on the entire painted boat seemed to drop, and a chilling aura that made one's Soul tremble spread out.

"But did you think... this was over?"

The Fangs Master grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his smile ferocious like a demon's.

"This Fangs Master has stood firm in Yunmeng Lake for over a decade, relying on more than just these few useless fools..."

From deep within the cabin behind him came the faint sound of dragging chains, and... the suppressed, despairing sobs of women.

Qin Feng tightened his grip on the sword hilt, the Primordial Unity Qi Art frantically circulating, squeezing out the last traces of True Qi from his Meridians.

The battle was not yet over.