The Peerless Elegance of This Sword

The palace corridors of the Ancient Jiang Kingdom were filled with an air of tension. Zhu Youji swiftly traversed the intersecting corridors, using the Eight-Step Toad-Chasing light footwork, following the lingering scent in the air leading him toward the commotion.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhu Youji frowned slightly and sniffed the air, murmuring, "The scent of blood..."

At the next corner, five or six corpses lay in disarray, each with a deep black palm print on their chests, emitting a faint demonic aura. It was evident that they had been killed with a single strike.

"Palm technique?"

"The Heart-Crushing Palm of the Blue Hall Sect?"

Zhu Youji speculated for a moment and continued forward.

The sounds of battle echoed continuously from a distance, and a variety of corpses, each with a different cause of death, littered the path, blood staining the ground.