The figure of this person kept shifting, sometimes appearing to the east in one second, then to the west the next, and possibly overhead after another moment, only to be back on the ground the next second.

The curved saber attacked with no blind spots, capable of striking from any direction.

It was simply unbelievable, and Ling Zhenfei initially felt somewhat flustered.

At this moment, Prince Hahn's car started moving, bypassing both Ling Zhenfei and the curved saber, driving towards the distance, seemingly in pursuit of Emelin and her father.

Ling Zhenfei was still upset, as what Prince Hahn had said sounded very convincing.

Could it be that the person he was protecting was truly a villain? If he protected a villain, wouldn't that mean he harmed many good people?

The more Ling Zhenfei thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and in this state, both mind and body lagging, his back was slashed open by the curved saber.

Ling Zhenfei immediately sensed a very special feeling emanating from the blade.

The mist on the blade seemed almost alive, crazily burrowing into Ling Zhenfei's body from the open wound.

Ling Zhenfei's heart sank, realizing something was wrong with the saber; he hastily used his spiritual energy to try to block it, but he still couldn't completely stop it from penetrating his body.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked, not knowing that such weapons existed, nor understanding what exactly was entering his body.

Perhaps knowing Ling Zhenfei was in distress, the attacks from the curved saber became even more fearsome.

Although the saber was black, flashes of blade light danced on its surface, truly incredible.

Sometimes the saber even emitted enormous saber energy, and the crescent-shaped saber energy was very peculiar.

Fortunately, Ling Zhenfei was in the middle to late stages of the Tawen Realm and his speed, reflexes, and explosive movements had reached a very high level.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to dodge this thing.

Yet what shocked Ling Zhenfei the most was the black mist in his wound, still forcefully penetrating under the blockade of his spiritual energy.

Ling Zhenfei was frustrated, utterly bewildered by the situation, and not knowing which aspect this thing belonged to or how to remove it.

In a moment of helplessness, he could only use his spiritual energy to block it, trying to prevent it from entering further into his body.

But Ling Zhenfei became increasingly alarmed, feeling the horror of the curved saber as the person's movements were simply too fast.

Since the beginning of the battle, Ling Zhenfei seemed to have gained no advantage. Although injured, which restricted his full power, the strength of this saber was originally inferior to his; they should have been fairly evenly matched.

Yet now, he was at a disadvantage, and he was deeply concerned for Emelin's safety.

With Hahn already in pursuit of Emelin, there was genuine uncertainty over her condition.

Regardless of whether Emelin and Mustafa were good or bad, Ling Zhenfei sought an answer; if Mustafa were truly a villain, Ling Zhenfei wouldn't let him go unpunished.

But the most urgent priority was dealing with this curved saber right now, as it showed no intention of stopping.

In his urgency, Ling Zhenfei decided to use an unconventional technique to secure victory.

By now, the spiritual energy within the Dragon Tooth Dagger had nearly accumulated, and Ling Zhenfei seized an opportunity to unleash a burst of spiritual energy towards the curved saber.

The spiritual energy stored within the Dragon Tooth Dagger was most effective when unexpectedly released, but the saber's body remained in perpetual motion.

Analyzing the saber's learned cultivation technique, Ling Zhenfei deduced it was highly unique, with more than half of its spiritual energy consumed in its movement.

Though it had little spiritual energy to attack, the wielder possessed an exceptionally formidable curved saber, compensating for the lack of spiritual energy.

This curved saber was exceedingly powerful; though Ling Zhenfei suffered only a superficial wound, the thing aggressively burrowed in—had he been struck directly, he might have been devoured.

The spiritual energy from Ling Zhenfei's Dragon Tooth Dagger was unleashed quite unexpectedly, but the saber moved incredibly fast.

Ah!

After a shout, the curved saber suddenly rolled eighteen times on the ground and lay flat, evading the Dragon Tooth Dagger's attack.

But by now, the rhythm of the saber was thoroughly disrupted by Ling Zhenfei.

Although the saber quickly got back up, it was no longer possible to resume its previous attack.

Ling Zhenfei wouldn't allow it a chance, unleashing the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists in a chaotic barrage around him.

Punch after punch came forth.

The battle scene had become Ling Zhenfei's personal punching ground, and though the saber moved swiftly, the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists carried immense pressure, making evasion practically impossible at times.

Boom!

The curved saber was finally struck by Ling Zhenfei's fist wind and sent flying.

Though the punch landed not firmly, it was more than enough to send the curved saber flying.

Reveling with joy, Ling Zhenfei immediately rushed at the saber, intending to land additional blows.

However, the saber was no sitting duck; the curved saber in his hand suddenly flew out.

One saber remained with the wielder, another flew towards Ling Zhenfei.

It seemed as if someone else controlled it, with blades shimmering menacingly at Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei was startled, acknowledging the saber's excellence, yet still finding it slightly inferior to his own tools.

On the verge of delivering a fatal blow, Ling Zhenfei suddenly found himself enveloped in thick black smoke from the saber.

The black smoke emerged suddenly, engulfing the surroundings.

Ling Zhenfei sensed things were amiss, fearing he had fallen into the saber's trap. Thinking swiftly, he ascended skyward, rising step by step until freeing himself from the smoke's constraints.

Though initially suspecting the saber's user wanted to conceal themselves in the smoke before striking, Ling Zhenfei soon realized that the saber wielder had vanished entirely.

The saber's movements were already fast, with moments enough for it to escape far away.

Landing back on the ground, Ling Zhenfei realized that although the black mist had dissipated, he was left injured.

Touching his wound, he noticed it was unusual, with the skin on either side of the injury hardened and dry.

Ling Zhenfei was even more surprised, as the black mist from the saber could necrotize the surrounding flesh.

Some of the black mist had entered his body; the sensation of something rushing inward was due to this, causing his flesh to necrotize; it was too terrifying.

Thinking quickly, he took out the Xuantian Spirit Spring Pot, poured out some Spirit Spring Water, and used it to wash the wound, finally easing the burning sensation of something penetrating inwards.

Just then, a taxi passed by, and Ling Zhenfei quickly hailed it, chasing after Emelin. Inside, Ling Zhenfei immediately called Emily.

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