Chapter 729: Freeing The Sword
Li Baoguo was gravely injured. The iron blade was lodged deep in his heart. No one dared to pull it out, nor did they dare to move him. A single mistake could mean instant death.
Fortunately, though he was severely wounded, he remained standing. His face was as pale as gold leaf, his breath weak as a thread, yet he had not collapsed.
The young Celestial Master had been burned into charcoal. His entire body was pitch black, with severe burns all over his body. However, there was still the faintest sign of breath beneath his nostrils.
Daoist Sanjue had suffered the lightest injuries. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth, but thanks to the protection of his Azure Lightning Soft Sword, his wounds were not life-threatening.
Qi Honglei, however, stood motionless. Blood seeped from all seven orifices, making it seemed like he had external injuries. But there was no heartbeat or breath from him. He was already dead.
Zhang Hongjing’s heart sank. This battle had nearly wiped out the four strongest warriors recruited by the Dragon Group, causing its strength to plummet drastically. She forced herself to stay calm, trying to issue an order when—
Whoosh!
A piercing sound tore through the air as a flash of light streaked onto the arena. A figure suddenly appeared in front of Oniba Henzō. It was a man of about 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, with an average build. He wore a black bamboo hat and a simple short robe, the kind that only impoverished samurai in ancient Jiepeng would wear. His feet were bare, blackened with dirt.
He carried five swords on his back: one greatsword, two longswords and two wakizashi short swords. His attire was strange. In Jiepeng, a samurai traditionally carried no more than three swords, a greatsword, a longsword and a wakizashi.
Even a Sword Saint followed this rule. Carrying five swords was a violation of Jiepeng’s swordsmanship tradition. In such a rigidly structured society, this was considered a serious offense. There was only one exception.
The sword bearer slave. Every top-tier swordsman was accompanied by a sword bearer slave, whose duty was to carry their master’s swords. A living scabbard.
But not just anyone could serve as a sword bearer slave in Jiepeng’s martial world. Only those with extraordinary talent in swordsmanship and exceptional strength were qualified to be recognized as one.