Chapter 259: Splitting Flying Knives, Superior Flying Knives

The Wangling Hall!
Absolute silence, with fierce battles continuing…
Hundreds of corpses of disciples from the seven major sects lay motionless on the cold floor, each pierced by at least a dozen flying knives. Bright red blood gushed out, spreading across the ground and gradually forming gruesome red streams.
The entire hall resembled a battlefield drenched in blood!
Fierce, bloody!
“Ding ding dang dang!”
Countless shadowy figures darted back and forth in this hall, barely fifty meters long and forty meters wide, avoiding the countless flying knives fired from holes in the “Blue Ghost Face Sect” dozens of meters away.
These flying knives were different from those seen usually—each one split into three after being launched, targeting the densest clusters of people in the hall. From time to time, cries of pain and roars could be heard.
“Damn it!”
“What kind of hellish trap is this?”
Even the thirteen Shaolin monks, when activating their “Indestructible Defense,” found it hard to withstand the damage from multiple flying knives. Their protective auras dimmed rapidly, and their internal energy depleted quickly. Fortunately, there were only a few of them, and their overall strength made them stand out among the seven major sects, so far they hadn’t suffered any damage. The Wudang sect disciples fared worse—they were killed in a burst of attacks as soon as they entered. Thankfully, their “Cloud Climbing Technique” was quite effective, allowing those hit to climb behind pillars and temporarily escape danger.
However, the casualties among the other sects were much heavier…
The Kunlun sect had the largest number of members. As soon as the Flying Tiger Sect’s troops entered, their first reaction wasn’t to dodge but to create a safe environment for those behind them. Clearly, they underestimated the lethality of the flying knives! Those without high-level protective auras were pierced by the knives, severely injured, bleeding profusely, and then suddenly lost consciousness due to intense pain. Those with high-level protective auras mostly had only basic defenses; those with superior defenses were few, and even among them, few were at a high level. Against such advanced flying knife techniques, their bodies weren’t much stronger than paper—after just a few strikes, their defenses collapsed without them even realizing it.
Only after waves of people in front died did the Flying Tiger Sect finally realize something was wrong. They shouted and called on their companions to take cover behind pillars to survive.
But hiding behind pillars didn’t necessarily mean safety.

As players were killed one after another by the flying knives that suddenly appeared when brushing against the stone pillars, chaos erupted in the hall. People began to fly around aimlessly, trying to avoid the countless flying knives. Even more people turned pale, desperate to leave this hellish place. Unfortunately, the royal tomb was clearly not a place one could enter or exit at will… Several players trying to escape crashed against the exits like headless flies, only to be killed by the flying knives—its range seemed to cover every corner of the hall. More and more people came in, but so did more corpses piling up in the hall… “Everyone! This can’t go on!” A young man from the Wudang Sect, who seemed to hold a high status, shouted while using his skill to dodge the flying knives, trying to rally the others: “We must unite! Otherwise, we’ll all die!” “That’s true!” “But… who will break through that Ghost Face Gate?” “Each of the seven major sects should send a group of elite protectors. Even if it costs their lives, they must destroy that gate!” Despite his exceptional agility, the Wudang youth was still injured by the flying knives. He staggered and quickly urged everyone to make up their minds. “Alright!” “All thirteen of us from the Shaolin Sect will go!” Loud voices quickly responded to the Wudang Sect’s proposal. It was the Thirteen Rod Monks! “The Shaolin Sect is going all out! Ouyang Qing admires you!” The Wudang disciples were overjoyed and bowed in the air. “Good! The Kunlun Sect will send ten elite protectors!” The attitude of the Thirteen Rod Monks delighted the representatives of the other sects, who responded in turn: “The Kongtong Sect may not have many members, but we still have a dozen elite protectors!” The Lingyin Sect also responded. “The Beggars’ Sect is willing to help!” A few well-dressed Beggars’ Sect disciples stepped forward. Just as the group quickly gathered together, members of the Emei and Huashan Sects finally entered the hall. Seeing the horrific scene before them—the disciples of the five major sects scrambling around, climbing walls, and moving frantically, along with the flying knives filling the air—they paled. “Yitong!” “Xiao P!” Feng Wu Caiyi reacted quickly. Seeing the disciples of the five major sects running around under the attacks of countless flying knives and the piles of corpses, she immediately understood that they couldn’t recklessly engage those knives and called for the two others. In a flash of darkness! Two powerful figures emerged without hesitation from behind the crowd and rushed to the front.

It seemed that more troops were entering the royal tomb one after another. Behind the Ghost Face Gate, the flying knives stopped targeting those darting around in the air and focused their firepower on the crowd at the entrance.
“Hah!!”
A deep roar came from the mouth of a plump man who appeared harmless, causing a violent shockwave in the air! Dark light rapidly converged from all directions, forming a layer of black armor-like substance on the surface of the cylinder.
Clang! Clang!
The first few flying knives hit the black armor on the cylinder’s surface without a doubt, causing black vapor to burst out from it; black vapor quickly emerged from other parts to repair the damaged areas, gradually fading in color.
In just one round, the seemingly formidable armor was largely destroyed, becoming no more than ordinary protection.
“Damn!”
The little fat guy was terrified, sweating profusely. He had wanted to show off in front of all those beautiful girls and classmates, but he turned out to be so weak. After just one round, his first layer of master-level protective armor was severely damaged; it would be hard for him to withstand the next round of attacks unscathed…
“Xiao P! I can’t take it anymore!”
The little fat guy screamed in pale terror, yet he dared not step back, his expression utterly comical.
But the people from other sects weren’t amused! They knew well the lethality of those flying knives. Even the Thirteen Stick Monks of Shaolin stopped taking them after a few hits, yet this unassuming fat kid foolishly endured over a dozen flying knives without his protection breaking—his defensive abilities must have reached the highest master level.
For a moment, the five major sects no longer dared to underestimate these students at all.
“I see it.”
The little guy with the chubby butt stepped forward nervously, helping to share the pressure on the cylinder. He knew well the strength of its protection—since even this supposedly indestructible mobile fortress couldn’t hold up, one could imagine the lethal power of the tomb’s mechanisms.
At that moment…
The five major sects finally stopped letting the Colorful Robes Sect bear the firepower alone.
“An opportunity! Everyone!”
The five sects moved simultaneously, each sending a dozen or so members to charge at the cyan Ghost Face Gate with full protection, braving death from all directions.