Invincible Soul Emperor

Meanwhile, Xue Zhao’s short weapon rotated nimbly in her hand, her movements swift as lightning, each strike extraordinarily precise.

Her attacks were fierce and rapid, often hitting the enemy before they could react.

An enemy tried to sneak attack her from the side, but with a graceful spin, she dodged the attack and countered with a backwards stab, hitting the enemy’s vital point precisely.

Xue Zhao’s figure was as light as a swallow, each leap and dodge carried a graceful rhythm.

She moved freely among the crowd of enemies, like a dancing butterfly, yet each attack was deadly.

Her demeanor was imposing, emitting an unstoppable aura.

At that moment, Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao’s partnership seemed seamless. They stood back to back, forming an impregnable defense.

Ye Qingchen’s swordsmanship focused on attack, while Xue Zhao’s short weapon focused on defense. Their attacks and defenses alternated seamlessly, leaving no gaps. It was as if they were performing a graceful yet deadly dance, every movement precise and effective.

Enemies surged forward continuously, but no matter their number, none could breach their defense.

Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao fought against the many foes with effortless ease. Every enemy’s attack appeared weak before them, and instead, more and more opponents fell under their strikes, lying on the ground groaning.

On the battlefield’s edge, the leader watched Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao intently, realizing their strength far exceeded expectations, his face turned extremely grim.

Each ray of Ye Qingchen’s flashing sword, each precise strike of Xue Zhao’s short weapon, made the leader’s heart thump heavily.

He had been filled with confidence, believing Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao were merely insignificant figures, easily crushed by him and his hundred-strong force.

However, the scene before him completely overturned his understanding.

Ye Qingchen’s swordsmanship was like a dragon, his movements swift, each sword strike carried immense power and precise control, displaying profound combat experience and extraordinary skills.

Xue Zhao’s attacks were like lightning, each strike extraordinarily precise, seamlessly transitioning between defense and attack, like a battlefield dancer, elegant yet deadly.

A trace of disbelief flashed in the leader’s eyes, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white with effort.

His mind was filled with doubts: why were Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao so strong?

This was completely inconsistent with the information he had previously received.

"How is this possible? How could they possess such strength?" the leader muttered, eyes full of shock and bewilderment.

Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, a sense of foreboding filling his heart.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, his original plan rapidly becoming precarious.

He suddenly realized he might have underestimated these two young people, and this operation might not be as easy as he imagined.

The leader took a deep breath, striving to calm himself.

He knew, as the commander of this operation, he absolutely couldn’t waver at this moment. He had to reassess the situation and quickly make decisions.

He turned back to a few trusted aides beside him and instructed in a low voice, "You few, hurry and notify Lord Xue Wei to send reinforcements. We’ve underestimated their strength, we must increase manpower, or this trip will be for nothing."

A few trusted aides nodded and quickly turned to leave, carrying out the leader’s orders.

Meanwhile, the leader refocused on the battlefield, looking at the soldiers recovering nearby, his anger flaring.

"You useless lot, get up and fight!" the leader roared, anger burning in his eyes.

He personally drew his longsword, ready to join the battle. His sword gleamed, filled with intense killing intent, aimed directly at Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen saw this, his gaze focused, without a trace of fear, he met the leader’s attack head-on with his sword. The two swords clashed, resounding with deafening metallic strikes, the powerful force stirred up snow, scattering it around.

"You Xue Family traitors, today you will witness our true strength!" Ye Qingchen coldly stated, his sword Qi intensified, his offensive like a raging storm.

Xue Zhao showed no signs of weakness, joining the battle. Her attacks were swift and fierce, perfectly coordinating with Ye Qingchen, their momentum like a surging river, unstoppable.

The battle erupted, the leader gripped his longsword, his gaze fierce as he stared at Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao.

He took a deep breath, gathering his strength, suddenly charging at Ye Qingchen, his longsword filled with intense sword Qi, aimed straight at Ye Qingchen’s shoulder.

Ye Qingchen responded calmly, meeting the attack with his longsword, their blades crossed, sparks flew. Their clashing sword Qi stirred up a blast, scattering the surrounding snow.

Ye Qingchen quickly adjusted his steps, his figure flickered like a phantom, his swordsmanship was fierce and swift, each strike aimed directly at the leader’s vital points.

The leader struggled to hold on, each of his attacks was easily neutralized by Ye Qingchen, instead, he was forced to retreat under Ye Qingchen’s counterattacks.

He was secretly alarmed, not expecting Ye Qingchen’s swordsmanship to be so exquisite, completely beyond his expectations.

At this moment, Xue Zhao swiftly joined the battle. Her figure agile, her movements quick, like a sleek leopard.

The short weapon in her hand glinted with cold light, each strike carrying an aura of precision and fatality.

Her attack speed was extremely fast, frequently launching surprise attacks from the leader’s flank, leaving him struggling to cope.

The leader was caught in a two-pronged dilemma.

He swung his sword to block Ye Qingchen’s attacks while constantly sidestepping to evade Xue Zhao’s surprise assault. His movements gradually slowed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, showing increasing difficulty.

"Damn it!" the leader cursed under his breath, his heart filled with anxiety and anger.

He tried to counterattack, but each attempt was effortlessly neutralized by Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao, instead making him more embarrassed.

Ye Qingchen noticed the leader revealing a flaw, quickly seizing the opportunity, he thrust his longsword forward sharply, his sword Qi like a rainbow, aimed directly at the leader’s chest.

The leader desperately dodged but was still grazed by the sword Qi, staggering and almost falling.

Meanwhile, Xue Zhao quickly launched a flanking attack, her short weapon carrying a fierce cold light, aimed directly at the leader’s waist.

The leader hurriedly swung his sword to block, but due to the hasty movement and lack of strength, he was knocked back a few steps by Xue Zhao’s strike, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"You..." the leader gasped, pale-faced, eyes filled with anger and unwillingness. He hadn’t expected to be pushed to such a state by these two young people.

Despite the leader clearly being at a disadvantage, his movements slowed, gasping for breath, his body marked with several sword slashes and wounds.