Unlike Luo Ying and Xu Qingshan, Wen Hu has always been the young master. He hasn't participated in many battles, and even when he has, he hasn't publicized it like other martial arts figures. Few people know that he has the cultivation level of a mid-stage Grandmaster, and even those who do know don't pay much attention to him because his most impressive attribute isn't his cultivation.

But after exchanging a punch with Wen Hu, Ke Beiduo immediately realized Wen Hu's strength. He roared to focus his attention, then exchanged a glance with Yelü Yan, and the two of them joined forces to attack Wen Hu from both sides.

Bedo was once the God of War of Abira, and by all accounts, he was an offensive general. However, his personal fighting style was more defensive, and his offensive capabilities were not as strong as Yelü Yan's, who was more agile. But the two of them worked well together. Bedo could share a lot of the damage for him and help him find more opportunities to attack Wen Hu.

The moment he joined the battle, Yelü Yan's completely passive and defensive situation instantly changed.

Wen Hu no longer underestimated his opponent, and leaped to the dragon throne, picking up the golden knife.

"Death!"

With the golden knife in hand, Wen Hu's aura increased dramatically.

The situation that Bedo and Yelü Yan had just turned around was shattered.

Seeing that the two were at a disadvantage again, Gong Xue joined the battle. She looked gentle and weak, but her moves caused the biggest commotion.

The fourth strike of the Alluring Sword.

Heartless!

With a single sword strike, the entire palace turned white.

Wen Hu felt his heart was about to freeze, so he hurriedly withdrew his attacks on Beido and Yelü Yan to protect his heart.

Gong Xue's sword intent was cold and ruthless, but at this moment her heart was burning with passion.

Because she was angry!

"Wen Hu, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge Yuan Li!"

Gong Xue had waited a long time to stand in front of Wen Hu and say those words.

Of course, words alone are useless; what Gong Xue wants is to make it happen.

Therefore, Gong Xue's first sword strike was her most powerful one.

This sword strike embodies her cultivation, her emotions, her regret, and her anger!

Huge ice crystals burst forth from beneath her feet, like an ice flower blooming in an instant, spreading toward Wen Hu at an astonishing speed.

Wen Hu shook his head, showing no sign of panic.

"Broken mountain!"

This sword technique was something he learned when he asked Luo Wushan to come out of the mountains in Black Mountain. Although it was his own creation, it originated from the inheritance of the Snow Mountain Sword Monk.

He narrowed his eyes, gripped the golden knife vertically, and said, "There is a monk in the snow mountain, whose name is Dao (Knife). His knife skills are natural, and his Buddhist teachings are natural. Although Dao Monk and your master, the Alluring Sword Immortal, use a knife and a sword respectively, their cultivation and artistic conception are the same. Your Alluring Sword has a great influence on others, but not on me."

After he finished speaking, a powerful burst of energy shot out from the golden sword.

Ice shattered.

Snow melts.

The interior of the hall was restored to its previous colors.

Gong Xue staggered back a step, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had been injured by Wen Hu.

"Holy crap... this guy is too fierce!" Zhao Cheng stood up in fright, moved his chair back a bit, and said to Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao, "You two stay closer to me and pull my brother back a bit too."

Zhao Hu said, "If you're so scared, why don't you stop watching?"

Zhao Cheng said, "How can that be?! I want to see Wen Hu fall with my own eyes; this is a moment to witness history!"

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng slowly sat down, crossed his legs, and said, "I'm not afraid, it's just that the angle wasn't good just now, let me move my position a bit..."

While Zhao Cheng and Zhao Hu were arguing, Zhou Chuan finally made a move.

Of these four masters, Yelü Yan and Bei Duo are clearly weaker, and between Zhou Chuan and Gong Xue, Zhou Chuan, who has mastered the King's Sword, is superior.

Zhou Chuan did not fight alongside Gong Xue because he wanted to observe Wen Hu more closely.

He knew Wen Hu was very strong.

I've always known.

During the reign of Emperor Zhishang, he accompanied Zhao Cheng to the Dajing State Banquet in Changsui and noticed a detail that many others had missed.

At that time, he knew that Wen Hu was more capable than him.

Although he still hadn't found Wen Hu's weakness, Zhou Chuan knew he had to take action soon.

Gong Xue's strongest sword strike not only failed to turn the tide, but also injured her. If Wen Hu continues to gain momentum, or if Yelü Yan and Bei Duo's fighting spirit is weakened, then Wen Hu might actually be able to turn the tide.

If those four grandmasters fall, Wen Hu will kill Zhao Cheng, and Zhao Cheng will have no chance to escape!

Zhou Chuan joined the battle, first using the Gentleman's Sword and Wen Hu to maneuver and give Gong Xue, Yelü Yan, and Bei Duo time to adjust. After the three regained their rhythm, he suddenly unleashed the King's Sword!

A golden dragon formed from sword energy coiled behind Zhou Chuan, then opened its mouth to bite Wen Hu, following Zhou Chuan's sword.

Wen Hu stared coldly at the golden dragon head, a sudden smile playing on his lips.

"The Gentleman's Sword and the Rising Dragon Path? Truly, one should look at a scholar with new eyes after just one day's absence!"

"But so what?"

Wen Hu lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped backward into the air, and landed on the dragon throne. He placed his feet on the armrests of the throne, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and raised the golden sword.

"I slaughtered three emperors and was known as the Dragon Slayer."

"It's fine if you're not a dragon."

"If you are a dragon, I will slay you!"

"This sword technique is a new creation of mine!!"

"Then it's called Dragon Slayer!!!"

Having finished speaking, Wen Hu slashed down with his sword.

Sensing the overwhelming power of the blade, Gong Xue, who was usually indifferent to joy or sorrow, changed her expression and shouted, "Protect Zhou Chuan!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Xue and Yelü Yan instantly arrived on either side of Zhou Chuan, joining forces to resist him, while Bei Duo even stood in front of Zhou Chuan to take the brunt of the damage.

Bang!!!

Several shockwaves surged within the hall. Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao quickly protected Zhao Cheng and Wen Tai. The hall trembled, countless objects were blown away and torn to pieces, and stones fell from the roof, creating several holes.

Zhou Chuan and the other three were thrown back, but Wen Hu was in no better shape. He was forced back to the front of the dragon throne and had to press his hands firmly on the armrests to steady himself. A line of blood also spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhao Cheng fanned away the dust with his hand, stood up excitedly, and shouted, "How are we supposed to play like this?!"

Zhao Hu asked, "Should we cover your retreat now?"

Zhao Cheng said, "I told you I'm not afraid!"

Heng Wenhao also said, "Even if the four Grandmasters are not strong enough, they can at least hold off Wen Hu for a while. Your Majesty, I know you are not afraid, but you must consider the overall situation. If you perish here, Zhao Han's excellent situation will be lost!"

"I'm really not afraid!!"

Zhao Cheng pointed to Wen Hu not far away and said, "If I retreat now, I do have a chance to leave here and return to Changsui, but can I really retreat?"

What is our purpose in coming here?

"The goal is to kill Wen Hu and reclaim Wen Jin!"

"With me here, I can reaffirm my resolve to the four masters and maintain the morale of my soldiers."

"But if I withdraw, what will that mean?"

"The mighty Emperor Zhao Han, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, was scared away by a guy wielding a knife??"