The sudden appearance of the steel spike, triangular in shape, about 20 centimeters long and as thick as a finger, was crafted from the finest stainless steel.
The tip of the steel spike was incredibly sharp, with three deep blood grooves. This design allowed the spike to penetrate the body without obstruction once it pierced flesh, with blood instantly gushing out along the grooves.
Furthermore, such triangular wounds were extremely difficult to stitch closed!
This hidden weapon was self-made by Ling Tian in the spiritual realm, inspired by a battlefield artifact from China, the three-edged bayonet.
Ling Tian had merely made some adjustments to the external appearance of the three-edged bayonet, enhancing its structural strength and reducing its aerodynamic drag!
Ling Tian had also named this weapon the Three-Edged Armor Piercer, as it could not only pierce human bodies but also easily penetrate bulletproof vests and car doors!
Although Ling Tian's fire control skills were already impressive, and he possessed an inexhaustible supply of explosive fire talismans, using such items for combat back in his home country would be too sensational.
Therefore, Ling Tian had crafted some hidden weapons. With Ling Tian's current internal energy, launching these hidden weapons possessed a power no less than that of bullets!
Although the disciple of the Ghost Blade Sect was wearing soft armor, this steel spike had firmly embedded itself into his neck, piercing it completely.
Blood and air from his neck spurted out along the blood grooves, and within moments, the man was dead.
The rescued female disciple from Misty Rain Pavilion was still bewildered. Ling Tian simply told her to seek refuge as quickly as possible and then sped off towards the next location.
Ling Tian was not worried about getting lost. On one hand, Qiu Hong continuously relayed the surrounding situation to Ling Tian through her earpiece. On the other hand, a white bird was circling in the sky hundreds of meters above. This bird was the albatross Ling Tian had subdued on Hell Paradise Island.
This creature's eyesight in the sky was no less than that of an eagle, and it could transmit what it saw to Ling Tian's mind in real-time, making it a veritable reconnaissance drone.
Ling Tian's killing efficiency was extremely high. He would always appear silently behind the Ghost Blade Sect members and twist their necks.
If the opponents were numerous or at a distance, he would launch a Three-Edged Armor Piercer with a flick of his wrist.
Just as Ling Tian finished dealing with a Ghost Blade Sect disciple, Qiu Hong's voice came through the earpiece.
"Ling Tian, be careful. There's a guy who looks very difficult to deal with, about 50 meters around the corner ahead of you, heading your way."
"Received!"
Ling Tian acknowledged, drawing his Ghost-Cutting long saber. At this moment, the person approaching also emerged from around the corner and saw Ling Tian!
The person was none other than Ma Hualong, the sect leader of the Ghost Blade Sect!
Along the way, he had seen several bodies of his own disciples, feeling as if his heart were being twisted by a knife.
These were all elite disciples of the Ghost Blade Sect, each with human lives on their hands and over a decade of rigorous training.
In fact, these disciples were his greatest asset. Without them, the Heavenly Demon Sect would likely not even consider him significant.
Yet now, his greatest asset was being slaughtered. How could Ma Hualong endure such provocation?
At this moment, he had already spotted Ling Tian holding the long saber. As a swordsman, his gaze immediately fell upon the Ghost-Cutting long saber in Ling Tian's hand.
His extensive experience told Ma Hualong that this long saber was no ordinary item, and his eyes immediately revealed a greedy glint.
"You killed my Ghost Blade Sect disciples?"
"Ghost Blade Sect? What is that?" Ling Tian asked, genuinely confused as he had never heard of such a sect.
However, Ling Tian's natural reaction was perceived as provocation and mockery of their sect by Ma Hualong.
"Kid, stop pretending. I know it was you!"
"Oh, if you think so, then it is." Ling Tian said dismissively.
"Who exactly are you! How can Misty Rain Pavilion have a man?" Ma Hualong asked his doubts with an unfriendly tone.
"What business is it of yours who I am? Since you brought people here to invade Misty Rain Pavilion and slaughter my disciples, today is your death anniversary!
Stop wasting time and hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"
"Kid, you're seeking death!"
Ma Hualong's body suddenly sprang forward, his large Ghost-Head Saber slashing down diagonally across his shoulder.
This saber strike was not flashy but was precise and fierce, with extreme speed. Considering the difficulty of controlling such a large saber, it demonstrated the effort he had put into his swordsmanship.
However, before the saber had even fallen halfway, Ling Tian suddenly raised his hand, extending the Ghost-Cutting long saber.
Ling Tian used the back of his long saber, near the tip, to press against the opponent's saber. This position was precisely where the opponent's saber was most difficult to exert force.
The fierce incoming saber momentum came to an abrupt halt, without even making much noise.
Ma Hualong gripped the saber with both hands, using all his might to bring the saber down, but the result was that the saber could not advance an inch further!
Ma Hualong's face immediately turned green. As a master of swordsmanship, he naturally knew how difficult it was for Ling Tian to achieve this!
Ma Hualong was well aware of how fast he had drawn his saber and how much force he had put into the strike!
Yet, with a single move from the opponent, his entire technique was neutralized. Even if he practiced for another few decades, he likely wouldn't reach such a level!
Looking at the young man opposite him, who seemed to be only around twenty years old, even if he had started practicing swordsmanship from the womb, he couldn't possibly have achieved this level!
Ma Hualong gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist, and directly pushed his saber forward, slashing towards Ling Tian.
Ling Tian also smiled, flipped his wrist, and with the back of his saber facing outward, he guided it. Ma Hualong immediately felt his saber becoming disobedient. His saber was deflected along the back of Ling Tian's saber!
In a flash, Ling Tian thrust his saber forward. The tip of this saber grazed Ma Hualong's arm. The next moment, an arm holding the Ghost-Head Saber fell to the ground, and blood immediately surged out. Ma Hualong let out a piercing scream!
He clutched his severed arm with his other hand. At this moment, Ling Tian stepped forward again, kicked his heel, and Ma Hualong fell to the ground with a thud. Ling Tian's long saber extended, pressing directly against Ma Hualong's throat.
"Ah… spare me, good sir, spare my life, don't kill me!" Ma Hualong immediately burst into tears.