History is written by the victors.

Tomb inscriptions, too.

Only the living are entitled to erect monuments for the dead.

Since it had been decided to kill Uncle Biao, there was no reason to throw a pair of white gloves before drawing the sword.

To strike unexpectedly and kill in one blow, that was the act of a wise man.

Especially since Uncle Biao had been a renowned master for many years and had guarded by Shen Boyu's side, a critical figure kept in reserve by the Shen Family... What if he couldn't be defeated?

Killing someone isn't something you can just try today and redo tomorrow...

To try is to possibly die.

A slender dagger emanating a chilly aura suddenly appeared in Tang Fei's hand, the very Yin Erosion Sword obtained by slaying the millennium-old Yin Jiao in the Burial Land.

He gripped the hilt tightly, his eyes revealing a sinister and bloodthirsty evil aura.

He was like a ghost.

It was a sunny day, yet the Yin Erosion Sword in his hand vanished under the sun's rays.

When it appeared again, it was already behind Uncle Biao's neck.

The sword slashed toward his head.

Swoosh!

Uncle Biao was evidently familiar with Tang Fei's style and knew that this opponent didn't play by the usual rules.

While talking to him, he had been on his guard.

Still, he hadn't expected Tang Fei to be as fast.

He felt a chill draft behind him.

No, not a draft.

If he waited for the draft to pass, his head would likely have already moved on.

It was a chilling sensation.

The innate, bone-chilling Sword Intent of the Yin Erosion Sword.

The skin on his neck quickly bristled with goosebumps, then spread throughout his body.

His body didn't retreat but instead advanced, leveraging the recoil force of stepping on tree branches to propel himself out like a cannonball.

Swoosh!

The branches swung.

Needles filled the sky.

Tang Fei's sword missed its mark, his body shadowing, and he chased after Uncle Biao's rear end once again.

This was the effect he wanted.

He hoped to use his fierce offensive to keep Uncle Biao from turning around to counterattack.

In that way, he could maintain a constant state of "attack."

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Uncle Biao.

Or rather, he underestimated the power of a grandmaster renowned for many years.

After Uncle Biao's body rocketed away, it gracefully drew an arc in mid-air and then rotated 180 degrees.

He returned toward Tang Fei with an even more formidable posture.

At the same time, a gleaming silver axe appeared in his hands.

An Energy Axe!

Tang Fei had seen such a weapon before when he was in the Old Lands, where Phoenix wielded such a prized item—now a spear, now a whip—smashing a group of bandits at the Flame Shrine into utter defeat...

Energy weapons were massively destructive and had strong concealment.

They could be a belt, a wristwatch, or even a button...

But because they were extremely expensive and difficult to produce, they weren't widespread.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Biao, this rugged man, also had one hidden.

And at a critical moment, it transformed into double axes, igniting sparks and lightning, slashing furiously at Tang Fei.

Tang Fei hastily retreated, widening the distance between them.

One should not provoke a tiger.

Uncle Biao, wielding two Energy Axes, was far more ferocious than any tiger.

Uncle Biao didn't pursue relentlessly, but stopped to adjust his internal energy.

I was caught off guard by Tang Fei just now.

Thankfully, I have good reaction skills and was hiding such an energy weapon...

Otherwise, this young one would have taken a great advantage.

"A sneak attack?"

Uncle Biao said with a tone full of irony.

Holding two Mountain Opening Axes, the well-defined blade edges shimmering with hot crimson glows, he looked like unstoppable thunder.

"In a life-and-death fight, why bother with those details?"

Tang Fei stared at Uncle Biao, his demonic aura silencing the surroundings.

"You always think we're the villains... yet what you do is even worse than the villains..."

"Nagging..." Tang Fei showed an impatient face, "If you care about that... this time, I'll let you make the first move..."

"..."

Uncle Biao was shocked again by Tang Fei's audacity.

When you strike, you don't say a word.

When it's my turn to make a move...

A pre-announced murder?

You've already let me make the first move... can it still be called 'first'?

Can it bring you any surprise?

Can't you be reasonable for once?

Oh, he seems to be talking sense, but actually, he's being completely unreasonable.

Uncle Biao's anger surged.

Now he understood why Shen Xinglan was repeatedly defeated when facing Tang Fei.

Shen Xinglan, a gentleman as refined as jade, could only passively receive blows when facing such a thug.

Even if it's me...

No, he must be eliminated, this malignant tumor.

Otherwise, Shen Xinglan would be haunted all his life.

Their intentions synchronized.

Murderous intent flooded between them.

Tang Fei leaped forward, his swordlight flashing as he slashed down at Uncle Biao.

Uncle Biao countered by swinging his two Mountain Opening Axes, clashing with Tang Fei's strike with a deafening impact.

It was a clash of weapons and also a clash of Yin Yang Qi.

Tang Fei immediately felt numbness in his palm, and the Yin Erosion Sword nearly slipped from his grip.

Uncle Biao stepped back, his face showing horror.

This young man, possessing such powerful Yin Yang Qi...

Even more troubling was that his Yin Yang Qi was extremely cold and sinister; once touched, it bore into the bones like flesh-burrowing maggots, trying to infiltrate his bone marrow.

Uncle Biao forcefully expelled the sinister Qi, determined not to let it enter his core.

Otherwise, it would influence him at every moment.

It might not be a big deal in the short term, but over time, it could trigger a chain reaction, becoming key to victory or defeat.

If the first strike failed, try again.

Tang Fei's figure moved like smoke and mist, weaving through the battlefield like a ghost, his fierce attacks hard to resist.

Although he hadn't learned the "Ghostly Despair" from the Shen Family, his years of fighting Mutant Beasts in Hate Mountain and slaying evil ghosts in Ghost Prison had honed his movement technique, making it no less formidable.

Perhaps even more so.

A fine line between life and death, no submission, no surrender.

The true superior technique comes from intuitive understanding.

Uncle Biao counteracted with his pair of Mountain Opening Axes, slashing like a tempest, cutting down everything in his path.

His movements were forceful and powerful, each strike carrying unparalleled might.

The entire battlefield was filled with grand yet subtle changes, occasionally disturbed by the screeching sounds of the Yin Erosion Sword clashing with the Energy Axe.

Red leaves fall on Jade Lake, the lake emerald, the leaves blood red.

The entire battlefield seemed enveloped in danger, terror, and malicious power continually emanating.

Tang Fei was getting impatient.

He had come to assist the old man whose fate was still unknown, and yet he had gotten himself entangled by the loyal servant of the Shen Family.

The longer the time passed, the more it was to their disadvantage.

Once the main force of the Shen Family arrived, it would be difficult for him to escape.

Not to mention going to the rescue.

He didn't believe that the Shen Family's bag only held two Grandmasters...

But, how easy could it be for a newly promoted Grandmaster to kill an accomplished Grandmaster of many years?

Killing someone of the same rank was already challenging, let alone surpassing one's level...

It was time to make some sacrifices.

Tang Fei pushed his speed to the limit, charging straight at Uncle Biao like a nimble panther.

His Yin Erosion Sword ruthlessly aimed for his heart.

With this sword, death was imminent.

Just death.

Uncle Biao's eyes narrowed slightly—was this young man seeking mutual destruction?

He didn't believe the opponent had the guts.

If he truly dared to gamble with his life, to exchange his life for his...

It would be worth it.

He knew the importance of this young man's identity and the value of his life.

If he died, the Shen Family would win.

The Shen Family had treated him well, and they had been generous to the descendants of the Chang Family.

He was willing to fight and die for the Shen Family.

With that thought, he fiercely swung his energy axe at Tang Fei's chest.

You stab my heart, I strike your chest.

Die together!

Crack!

That was the sound of the Yin Erosion Sword piercing flesh.

Sizzle...

That was the sound of the energy axe hitting Tang Fei's chest...

Uncle Biao's eyes widened as he looked at Tang Fei.

The bastard had armor on, and it couldn't be pierced?

"Phew..."

Tang Fei spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The immense Yin Yang Qi contained in the energy axe smashed against his chest, causing turmoil inside his body as if his internal organs were out of place.

He could hear the sound of his ribs cracking, the pain nearly making every breath exceedingly difficult.

He wasn't wearing armor.

He was simply clad in the Nameless Cloak given to him by his close brother, the Evil God.

Blade could not cut it, nor could spear tear it.

Even energy bullets blasting on it couldn't scratch it...

Indeed, Tang Fei had tested it himself.

From then, whether day or night, Tang Fei never took it off.

He even gave it a grand name: the Evil God Cloak.

It sounded fierce and also commemorated his close brother, the Evil God...

That was why he dared to withstand a strike from Uncle Biao.

Tang Fei's eyes narrowed and his characteristic smile appeared as he addressed Uncle Biao, "Isn't it surprising?"

"..."

Crack!

He pulled out the Yin Erosion Sword from Uncle Biao's heart and then slashed towards his throat.

Swoosh!

A fine head flew into the air.

That bald head... under the sunlight, it glowed brilliantly.

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The Dragon Elephant Demon Suppressing Skill was the ultimate Cultivation Technique of Buddhism.

The Great Sun Tathagata Sword Seal was the divine Swordsmanship of the Zen Sect.

Originally from the same root, yet they had to engage in cruel slaughter.

Three dragons, three elephants—huge bodies collided into the brilliant galaxy, the galaxy descending as if unable to withstand the vast Dragon Elephant Power, teetering on the brink of collapse at any moment.

Shen Xinglan saw this and struck out thirty-one swords in succession.

The old man was also busy, constantly blasting one Dragon Elephant after another...

This was a battle of strength and a battle of Yin Yang Qi.

Both sides were determined not to stop until they had exhausted their own Yin Yang Qi.

The dragon's roar, the elephant's bellow.

A sky full of starlight.

The Sun hung high.

Yet, that galaxy above was even more dazzling than the fierce Sun.

As the Yin Yang Qi of both parties continuously poured in, the fierce battle and tearing between the Dragon Elephant Power and the Sword Qi grew even more violent.

The Dragon Elephant broke barriers and rampaged through the galaxy.

It seemed intent on tearing that silver galaxy to shreds.

Then it was swallowed by the galaxy, becoming one with it.

This galaxy actually had the function of swallowing and absorbing...

The Great Sun Tathagata Sword Seal truly was the foremost Swordsmanship in the world.

Boom!

A loud noise erupted.

Like thunder, like a mountain collapsing.

Heaven and Earth produced extraordinary phenomena.

A sky full of light descended as if a meteor shower had fallen.

The old man was blasted backward by the explosion's recoil.

Shen Xinglan, with one man and one sword, emerged from that sky filled with starfire.

The Taia Sword aimed straight for the old man's chest.

Meteor Sword Technique!

Slay the God!

Yet, the face of the old man soaring through the sky bore neither the fear of impending death nor endless regret.

The eyes slightly hooded, blinking as if hiding some intense emotions.

It's coming!

So close!

Crack!

The Taia Sword plunged into the old man's chest without hesitation.

Just then, the old man opened his eyes.

They held greed, anticipation, excitement, and passion akin to deep love.

He grabbed Shen Xinglan's sword-wielding hand and clutched his wrist tightly.

Then, his body transformed into a blazing furnace.

Boom!

His body exploded like a bomb.

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Phoenix Palace.

Shen Lewu stood at the front gate of the Phoenix Palace, before him lay the heart of the Phoenix Empire, a symbol of imperial power, the magnificent palace that had stood unyielding for hundreds of years.

A mocking smile emerged on his lips, then with a grand gesture, he shouted, "Fire."

Countless shells fell from the sky, striking every corner of the Phoenix Palace from all directions.

Boom, boom, boom...

Red walls and grey tiles collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seconds later, the site of the Phoenix Palace had turned into a smoldering, dark pit

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