"Shangyao! You're really despicable!" Ye Xin gritted her teeth as she spoke.

Shangyao burst into laughter, then suddenly his face darkened. He glared at Ye Xin and scolded, "What do you know! You think everyone is like you? Born a princess, born a young lady? Everyone needs to humor you? Cater to you! Even in the Sect, the elders are fond of you, even if you cause trouble outside, when it's time to return, the Sect Leader can still tolerate you time and again? Why? What right do you have! But us? Now the Sect has assigned us the task of bringing you back. Do you know what kind of punishment we'll face if we can't complete it?"

Ye Xin stared at Shangyao, frowning.

"Despicable? So what? I'm alive! I'm still the top disciple, still stronger than all of you! Complete the task, and I'll continue to shine in the Sect! What does it matter if it's despicable?"

Shangyao pointed his sword at Yang Chen and said coldly, "Do you really think I would give up my future for someone like this? Promises? Trust! They're just jokes!"

"I never thought you were this kind of person!" Ye Xin said through gritted teeth.

Yang Chen said in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, I suppose I shouldn't hope that defeating you will make you let us go."

"Of course, I will!" Shangyao's lips curled into a cruel smile, "But only if you can defeat me!"

"Then prepare to die!" Yang Chen roared and lunged at Shangyao.

"And me too!" Ye Xin also drew her dagger and charged at Shangyao.

But at this moment, a figure leaped up from below and blocked Ye Xin, a long sword pointed at her, halting her advance.

Ye Xin focused and saw that the person standing before her was a woman with long hair reaching her waist, wearing a simple robe, like an ancient beauty traveling through time.

The beauty wielded a sword with an incredibly sharp blade, directing it at Ye Xin, dazzling with a cold gleam.

"Sister Shanghua!" Ye Xin stared at the classical beauty in front of her and said in a deep voice.

She recognized this person, from her days in the Sect, when Shanghua was one of the few women in the Sect, and she had taken good care of her.

Shanghua frowned at Ye Xin and said, "Little sister, you are not cut from the same cloth as this man. Don't let your future be ruined by him. Don't be stubborn anymore!"

Hearing this, Ye Xin snorted coldly and said in a deep voice while staring at Shanghua, "Sister, please step aside!"

Shanghua gently shook her head.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" Ye Xin said coldly.

Seeing Ye Xin's stance, Shanghua shook her head and sighed, "Little sister, why do you have to do this?"

Ye Xin shouted fiercely, "He's my man. We live and die together, and no one can stop me!"

With that said, Ye Xin rushed towards Shanghua, her trench coat falling away, revealing a perfect figure outlined by her tight clothes.

Seeing Ye Xin's speed, Shanghua's expression changed, and she quickly swung her sword to block.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, they engaged in a rapid exchange.

Shanghua was surprised at Ye Xin's growth rate.

Even without undergoing the Sect's systematic training, Ye Xin had grown so quickly and become so strong that even Shanghua felt notably challenged.

She of course knew that yesterday Ye Xin had fought Shangting among the Sect's ten elites without falling behind, so Shanghua naturally couldn't defeat Ye Xin, but today's task was merely to stall Ye Xin; holding her back and retreating step by step was enough!

Yang Chen had been keeping an eye on Ye Xin's side, and seeing that Ye Xin was suppressing this newly arrived woman, he felt reassured that the woman posed no threat to Ye Xin.

At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly sensed a cold glint coming his way.

He quickly dodged!

Swoosh!

The sword tip grazed past Yang Chen's cheek, leaving a cut.

Instantly, at a speed visible to the naked eye, half of Yang Chen's face turned black and purple.

Yang Chen stepped back a few paces, glaring at Shangyao.

Shangyao smirked, "Even now, you dare to be distracted, utterly reckless!"

Yang Chen felt his frozen cheek and snorted coldly, "Your self-destructive actions can't blame anyone else for the consequences!"

"Self-destructive?" Shangyao's face darkened, staring at Yang Chen, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two more arrows shot towards him.

Without even looking, Yang Chen waved the Yunlai Dagger in his hand, completely deflecting the arrows.

Then, raising the Yunlai Dagger, Yang Chen pointed it at Shangyao and said, "Come meet your death!"

"Courting death!" Shangyao, thoroughly enraged by Yang Chen, swung the Cold Blade Sword and lunged at Yang Chen.

At this moment, Yang Chen's figure flashed and vanished quickly.

By the time Shangyao realized, Yang Chen was already behind him.

Yang Chen now seemed like a night elf, impossible to predict where he would appear next, but each appearance was to claim a life.

Shangyao turned quickly, using his sword to block Yang Chen's attack.

But in the next instant, Yang Chen vanished again.

Cold sweat broke out on Shangyao's forehead.

"Too fast!" Shangyao felt a chill down his spine, becoming more vigilant and sensing his surroundings.

Suddenly, on the right!

Shangyao quickly moved to block.

Whack!

The dagger slashed Shangyao's shoulder, spilling blood.

Shangyao grimaced in pain, swung his sword, only to find no one there.

No! The left side!

Shangyao sensed it and promptly swung his sword.

But...

Slash!

"Ah!"

Shangyao cried out in pain, tumbling headfirst onto the roof ridge.

His right leg had been slashed deeply!

As Shangyao writhed in pain, his left foot was slashed viciously!

"Ah!" Shangyao screamed in agony.

His Achilles tendon had been severed!

"So cruel!" Shangyao gritted his teeth against the pain, struggling to get up, holding his sword in terror while looking around, but he couldn't find any trace of Yang Chen.

At this moment, he finally realized the gap between himself and Yang Chen.

Suddenly!

Behind him!

"Slash!"

Now, Shangyao's reaction speed had slowed significantly; he sensed Yang Chen behind him, but couldn't keep up in time.

His back was slashed savagely, blood gushing forth.

Shangyao felt his blood rapidly draining from his body.

Suddenly, Shangyao felt his arm get kicked, and the Cold Blade Sword flew out of his hand.

In the next moment, a dagger was pressed against Shangyao's neck.

Shangyao looked at the dagger's wielder; it was Yang Chen!

"Why?" Shangyao took a deep breath and asked.

Yang Chen looked at Shangyao coldly but did not respond.

"Why didn't you show your true strength from the very start?" Shangyao asked.

Yang Chen shook his head, "I've always been this way!"

"Impossible!" Shangyao said, "How did you become so fast?"

"Because of the footwork!"

...

At this time, Ye Xin saw the commotion on this side, sprang back a few steps out of the combat area, and shouted, "Shangyao has been captured! You are defeated!"

This shout instantly drew everyone's attention.

People looked up towards the peak of the Flame Palace.

They saw Yang Chen holding a dagger to Shangyao's throat, with Shangyao kneeling before him in a defeated posture.

They... were thoroughly defeated!

Everyone withdrew from the battlefield, separated from each other, waiting for the decision of the two above.

"What about now?" Yang Chen asked, "Will you admit defeat and leave, or choose death?"

"Haha! Admit defeat? Death? Haha!" Shangyao laughed lightly, tauntingly staring at Yang Chen, "Do you really think this is over? Do you really think you can kill me?"

Yang Chen frowned at Shangyao.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of cold air approaching, something whistling towards him, like a bullet.

Yang Chen quickly dodged but discovered it was too late, so he swiftly raised the Yunlai Dagger to shield himself.

Clang!

Bam!

The object collided with the Yunlai Dagger, sending Yang Chen's entire body flying through the air, off the rooftop, and towards the ground.

"Boss!"

"Yang Chen!"

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