"Broken Sword Style"!

Swoosh!

Blade clashed against blade.

Boom!

A burst of energy erupted, and their bodies were again thrown out.

Zhao Wuji took four or five steps back, Bai Wuxin retreated more than a dozen steps.

Bai Wuxin had just advanced to the Grandmaster Realm, and his foundation was insufficient; his Yin Yang Qi was not as profound as Zhao Wuji's. Indeed, he was no match for Zhao Wuji if they fought force with force.

However, that was not an excuse.

Bai Wuxin would not accept defeat!

He used the rebounding force to push off the ground, leaping high into the air.

With both hands on his sword, he actively cleaved down towards Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was also exhilarated by the fight, raising his long saber to engage in battle with Bai Wuxin.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged thousands of moves.

Clash!

Their bodies grazed past each other.

Zhao Wuji looked down and saw a fresh, red gash widening on his chest.

Meanwhile, on Bai Wuxin's left arm, there was also a cut— a little more force, and half of his arm might have been severed.

Zhao Wuji stared at Bai Wuxin with wide eyes and blurted out a curse, "Are you insane?"

Bai Wuxin had actually adopted a life-for-life fighting style.

He would rather injure himself as long as he could inflict a wound on you.

Damage the enemy by eight hundred, self-inflict a thousand?

"I'm short on time," Bai Wuxin stated indifferently.

He knew that, being both in the Grandmaster Realm, it was unrealistic to expect to kill each other in a short time.

If they fought conventionally, they might well battle for three days and nights.

Unfortunately, time did not permit...

The old man was in dire straits, his life hanging by a thread.

He had to finish the fight in the shortest time possible.

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged at Zhao Wuji again with Blood Drink in his grip.

Witnessing his fearless approach, willing to risk his life...

Suddenly,

A trace of fear surfaced in Zhao Wuji's heart.

This was an emotion he had never felt before.

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Three Dragons and Three Elephants can annihilate a Grandmaster.

Moreover, when the old man made his move, he wielded the power of Four Dragons and Four Elephants?

Alas, this was, after all, only a legend.

Lu Yu and Tang Li were known as the 'Imperial Treasures,' one a Martial Arts prodigy who stepped into the Grandmaster Realm at the age of twenty-one.

Then, on the battlefield, he nurtured his Yin Yang Qi with the aura of slaughtering, making breakthroughs in realm as though carving through bamboo. He was also known as the man closest to the Great Grandmaster.

If he did not die, the Phoenix Empire would have produced another Great Grandmaster.

This was an undeniable fact.

However, dying young, the star of Martial Arts swiftly fell.

Lu Yu was a direct descendant of the Lu Family, offspring of the Mechanical Ancestor, skilled in mechanics, and adept in the path of aggression.

The two brothers, when combined, fought seamlessly.

While accumulating countless battle achievements, they also propelled the Phoenix Empire to become the first superpower of the New Star.

Even the Aus Empire, originally stronger than Phoenix, suffered severe losses after repeated invasion failures and was eventually completely surpassed by the Phoenix Empire.

Unfortunately, due to Tang Li's wrongful death, Lu Yu underwent a drastic change in temperament.

Fleeing to the Old Land afterward, there was only the fire of vengeance left, no intention to cultivate.

Over time, not only had he made no progress in Martial Arts, but hatred also consumed his heart, and he damaged his body.

To this day, he has not been able to break through the Mountain Gate and ascend to the Grandmaster Realm.

The Grandmaster Realm is a threshold, as well as a chasm.

Because once you enter the Grandmaster Realm, the Yin Yang Qi in the body can circulate continuously, providing endless endurance.

Extreme Yin generates Yang, extreme Yang generates Yin.

Yin and Yang beget each other, this is called a Grandmaster.

This was Lu Yu's biggest shortcoming.

So, after battling Ye Shenyi for nearly half an hour, Ye Shenyi fought more and more fiercely and grew more vigorous.

Whereas the old man gradually became weak, barely defending himself and unable to launch effective attacks.

The old man knew that his moment of defeat was drawing near.

Because a young Grandmaster would not give him many chances.

Any slight flaw, and they could deliver a fatal blow.

Awaiting him was either capture or death.

He hoped for the latter.

Indeed, after Ye Shenyi sent the old man flying with a palm strike, taking advantage of his instability, Ye Shenyi's figure flashed like lightning behind him.

Smack!

A punch thundered out.

The old man's body flew like an arrow released from a bow.

Crack!

It slammed heavily against the sturdy hull, then slowly slid down.

He tried to get up, but realized his internal organs were injured and he could hardly move.

Ye Shenyi lightly tapped his toes and landed in front of the old man.

He looked down at the old man crumpled on the ground and asked, "Aren't you going to kill yourself?"

"Why should I kill myself?" the old man coughed up a large amount of blood from the corner of his mouth as he retorted.

"You should know... being alive is more painful than death..." Ye Shenyi said.

He had already anticipated the old man's fate.

For rebel leaders like him, the most brutal punishment in the world awaited.

Then, he would beg for life in vain and yearn for death.

"I still want to live," the old man said aloud. "As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll struggle to stay alive."

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Shenyi asked curiously. "Waiting for your comrades to rescue you? Like He Xiaohua?"

"You should know, you're different from her... She can live, but you must die."

"So what?" the old man said scornfully. "Afraid of death? I've lived through so many years without fear, why would I fear death?"

"Even in death... I want to curse Zhong Daolong a few times..."

"You'd better deliver me to him... I believe, he would also relish a glance at me... to see how I spit right in his face."

Ye Shenyi admired the old man and said, "Whether the King wants to see you or not isn't something I can decide..."

Ye Shenyi knew of the old man's deeds and understood his character.

A natural-born prodigy, dazzling as the stars.

The old man of the past was the current Shen Xinglan...

The only difference was that Shen Xinglan followed the path of Martial Arts, while he was a giant in the world of mechanical design.

For his brothers, for his friends, he didn't hesitate to abandon his own family and fight against the most powerful force in the world...

Who wouldn't want such a friend?

Who wouldn't desire such a loyal brother?

"However, it's truly a pity... You've managed to cultivate the 'Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill' to the strength of four dragons and four elephants..."

"If you could have advanced to the Grandmaster Realm, with the endless boost of Yin Yang Qi... I wouldn't be your match; I would have lost this battle already."

"Why talk about this?" the old man said mockingly. "Don't you understand the principle of 'victors be kings, losers be bandits'?"

...

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Tang Fei was frantic with anxiety.

He had received information that the old man's whereabouts were exposed and he was about to be intercepted...

How could the old man's whereabouts have been exposed?

What did they know?

What would be the consequences?

Could the Dragon Slayer plan still be executed?

He had already asked Bai Wuxin to hurry over for support, but was just one Bai Wuxin enough?

Given the old man's status and his importance in the rebel party, the Royal Family would stop at nothing to capture and kill him.

Bai Wuxin was a lesser Grandmaster.

Unfortunately, what the Royal Family had in abundance were Grandmasters.

"What should I do?"

Tang Fei knew he had to be absolutely calm now and then make the most advantageous decision for his side.

"Do I go out and rescue him?"

"If I go out, will my identity be exposed?"

"How would the Royal Family treat me? How would the old man see me? Would he berate me for my stupidity?"

"Is the entire team... going to be annihilated?"

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Soon, Tang Fei's eyes hardened with determination.

That was the old man, after all.

His kin, their family member...

No matter what, he couldn't die.

Thinking of the life he shared with the old man, Tang Fei felt a sour and painful sensation in his heart.

If even the old man died, then wasn't this world too merciless?

Even if vengeance was successful, the old man would not see it.

That was his biggest obsession, the most important thing to him.

Tang Fei, light as a swallow, quickly dashed toward White Dragon Port.

Drawing closer.

Finally, getting close.

White Dragon Port was within reach.

Clang!

A long sword fell from the sky, landing right in front of him.

Half of the sword buried itself in the soil, its blade quivering non-stop.

Atop the tree branches, with wide sleeves and fluttering robes like an Immortal, Shen Xinglan stood on a large tree.

He looked at Tang Fei with regret and said solemnly, "I never thought you would actually come..."

"I truly hoped it wasn't you."

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