"Crude person, unworthy to speak my name," Xie Pianxian said disdainfully.

"..." Zhao Wuji.

How am I crude?

Compared to you, Young Man, isn't it just that I'm broader and uglier?

What's good about being effeminate?

Extreme Cold Sword Ling Yunxiao, Wuyou Palace Tuoba Zhiyin, and Xie Pianxian... Three Swords and Three Sabers, here come three fools.

Including myself, that's four...

Tang Fei's power is truly unfathomable. It's said he surpassed Shen Xinglan of the Empire in reaching the Grandmaster Realm beyond the Mountain Gate.

And those seemingly strong black-clad youths...

If Zhao Wuji still can't understand their intentions, then he shouldn't be the Sect Leader of Ba Dao Sect.

Just like Tang Fei said before, they're targeting me, targeting Ba Dao Sect.

Like a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the sparrow behind.

A moment ago they thought themselves the sparrow, only now realizing the mantis they tried to swallow is the true sparrow.

Playing transformations?

"It seems, tonight you're not planning to let us return?" Zhao Wuji fixed his gaze on Tang Fei's face, speaking viciously.

This kid is ruthless, clearly needing to use Doctor Qin Luo, yet still using him as bait...

Wants to save people, yet also kill.

Truly greedy, wanting everything.

"Isn't this exactly what Master Zhao intended for us?" A mocking smile surfaced on Tang Fei's lips as he spoke.

Humans are strange creatures; the harm you inflict on others you assume justifiable.

However, with just a little resistance, your fragile heart can't bear...

Why do you harm me?

Can you stop killing me?

Bah!

Chang Zhengxin, the top secretary beside Shen Wuxiang, knew the situation of these cultivators well.

After all, they are all King Slayers.

Ranked in the top ten on the Empire's wanted list...

Each head worth a billion Star River coins.

Tang Fei ranks at the top, worth thirty-six billion Star River coins.

If it weren't for Tang Fei leading Wuyou Palace assassins into Phoenix Palace back then, their Military Minister wouldn't have had the chance to hold Zhong Tianque hostage to manipulate national power.

The originally meticulously planned ten-sided ambush turned into a life-threatening counter rescue?

He felt a chill on his neck, a sense of head unsafety.

The more this, the more furious he became, shouting angrily:

"A bunch of oblivious fools, thinking with these few they can massacre and annihilate a sect? A colossal joke."

"This is Phoenix City's territory, I've already contacted the Imperial City Guard Army, they'll arrive soon..."

"Let's see how you manage to break through and escape... This Moon Island will be your Burial Land..."

The words were cruel.

And justified.

Currently, it seems Tang Fei has a slight advantage, but don't forget, they are people who can't see the light.

When elite troops arrive to save the Capital City, they'll instantly be trapped.

Tang Fei understood this, turned to Ling Yunxiao, and instructed, "Keep Doctor Qin safe."

"Rest assured, Lord. As long as I live, no one will harm a hair on Doctor Qin," Ling Yunxiao knew Tang Fei's true purpose in sneaking into the Capital City and the significance of Doctor Qin Luo to the old man, thus pledging unwavering allegiance.

"And us too, us too..." Zhang Pan hurried to assert his presence.

Kidding, blades and swords are blind, without expert protection, once the fighting intensifies, they as powerless individuals would become cannon fodder.

Ling Yunxiao glanced at Zhang Pan, saying, "I'll deal with it."

Hmm, rather perfunctory.

The assistant became unusually clever and shouted, "I'm Doctor Qin's assistant, I wish to go with him to treat patients..."

Want everything without contributing anything, and still expect protection? No way.

Thus, decisively choosing to accompany Doctor Qin on rounds.

This binds his life with Doctor Qin Luo.

Qin Luo lives, he lives.

Qin Luo dies, he dies too.

"They're with me," Qin Luo worried about Zhang Pan and the assistant experiencing mishaps.

Zhang Pan, as director of the Imperial Maritime Hospital, though ambitious, liked networking with influential nobles, was not of poor character, and cared for his junior.

As for the assistant, no need to elaborate, under Qin Luo's tutelage for years, diligent and attentive, forming a semi-master-apprentice relationship...

"Watch over them," Tang Fei said.

With Doctor Qin Luo speaking, Tang Fei had to offer face.

After all, they needed his help to save the old man later.

"Yes, Lord," Ling Yunxiao responded deeply.

Though he felt no one would target these two burdens, but what if?

Doctor Qin Luo is naturally the primary target, so while protecting him, casually look after them too...

Having completed this crucial task, Tang Fei drew the Yin Erosion Sword from his waist and shouted, "Kill."

Before the words fell, his body transformed into a dark shadow, abruptly launching towards Zhao Wuji.

Tuoba Zhiyin and Xie Pianxian had long prepared, one left, one right, rushing at the Fat Monk and Thin Maitreya.

Thin Maitreya, seeing the alluring Xie Pianxian, couldn't help but show lustful eyes.

The Fat Monk, observing his old pal's gaze, his face changed drastically, wielding his thousand-pound bronze saber, angrily scolded, "Let me first slice this little slut."

Hmm, a crooked eye sees people homosexually.

Youself is a bitch, seeing others more bitchy...

Fat Monk's voice was extremely loud and unrestrained, making Xie Pianxian, who had just swung his saber, furious.

Although he looked delicate and prettier than a flower, his character was quite manly.....

What did these two bastard guys take me for?

"Damn thing."

Xie Pianxian's voice was icy, so his long saber carried a continuous, unending intent to kill.

Duan Shuilou, the sword technique is as gentle as water.

This is the epitome of using softness to overcome hardness.

The slender Bone Saber in Xie Pianxian's hand shattered the three-zhang gale surrounding Fat Monk, the dark ghostly fire on the blade letting out a mournful screech.

On the other side, the exposed white chest of Fat Monk revealed a dragon-tiger brand, and his bronze ring blade ignited with crimson flames soaring three hundred feet high, cutting the mournful ghostly fire sound in two.

Ba Dao Sect lives up to its name; every disciple practices the most yang and rigid sword techniques.

One sword missed, and another sword thrust straight at Fat Monk's brow.

Draw the sword to stop the waters, yet the waters flow even more; the force of water does not stop, nor does the offensive.

The Bone Saber in Xie Pianxian's hand seemed almost alive, tightly enveloping Fat Monk, striking him with precise attacks from every direction—front, back, left, right, up, and down.

Like a shadow following the form, a parasite in the bone.

Fat Monk's sword technique was wide open and bold, dancing the bronze ring blade with such vitality that not a drop of water could enter.

One side is extremely hard, the other extremely soft.

Is hardness able to overcome softness, or is softness besting hardness?

Thin Maitreya worried about his old lover losing out, but also feared Fat Monk would kill Xie Pianxian with one saber, as he was the finest beauty he had ever laid eyes on in his life.

The sinister triangular eyes shone with cunning light, as he waved the horse-cutting broadsword in his hand, saying, "Brother, I'll help you."

As he spoke, he lifted the broadsword and soared into the air, leaping above Xie Pianxian's head, the long sword radiating dazzling brilliance, then cutting down from on high.

"Overestimating your abilities."

Tuoba Zhiyin had been keeping an eye on this Thin Maitreya, seeing him try to pincer Xie Pianxian, how could she let him succeed?

Five slender fingers gently stroked the guqin in her arms.

Buzzing...

Countless sound waves, like a massive net, enveloped the silhouette of Thin Maitreya.

Thin Maitreya knew Master of Wuyou Palace's sonic wave technique killed invisibly, how could he dare to easily face it?

The horse-cutting broadsword in his hand slashed out thirteen unmatched sword energies in succession, shattering the musical note net into fragments.

Tuoba Zhiyin's cyan silhouette suspended in mid-air, dreamlike, as if a goddess descending.

She frequently plucked the zither strings around Thin Maitreya, sometimes fanning, sometimes plucking.

The tune was majestic and unstoppable.

The famous guqin piece "Ambush from Ten Sides"!

This portrayed the entire Battle of Gaixia against the backdrop of the Chu-Han Contention, including the preparation before setting out, the fierce fighting on the battlefield, and Xiang Yu's suicide after the defeat, making every listener feel as though they were part of that grand historical scene.

Of course, the only audience now was Thin Maitreya.

The melody turned into ghostly notes, large and small pearls dropping onto a jade plate.

Every sound meant to kill, making Thin Maitreya suffer unbearable torment.

Distorted by the sound waves, he felt dizzy, his blood surging, face flushed, and his mind filled with countless inappropriate images.

This was inducing and unleashing the desires within your heart.

The more desires, the harder it is to achieve inner peace.

Only those pure and unstained could remain unaffected by these sound waves or harmed.

Thin Maitreya had never fought such a stifling battle, unable to touch or reach anything, always finding various flaws and openings in his sword technique and sword energy.

You clearly wanted to slash the arm, but the blade slipped towards the chest...

The posture was very incorrect.

Even trying to approach Tuoba Zhiyin was an exceptionally difficult task, let alone inflicting fatal damage.

Suddenly, a sound wave struck Thin Maitreya's chest, sending his entire body flying.

His body wobbled, spewing a large amount of fresh blood from his mouth.

Take advantage of the illness, take the life.

Tuoba Zhiyin's body swiftly flew over, and the guqin in her arms stretched across the air.

Tuoba Zhiyin lightly swept five fingers over it, a string from the guqin detached, turning into an arrow, and shot towards Thin Maitreya's chest like lightning.

Her five fingers plucked continually, one by one strings flew out.

Like threads flying, like hidden arrows.

Each guqin string was aimed at Thin Maitreya's critical points.

"The opportunity is here."

Thin Maitreya's eyes gleamed with strange red light, looking like a beast ready to devour people.

His body advanced instead of retreating, the horse-cutting broadsword in his hand swinging like a dragon, swatting away one fatal string after another.

Because Tuoba Zhiyin wanted to kill at close range, the two bodies rapidly closed in.

Thin Maitreya suddenly flung the prayer beads on his neck, which exploded into a hundred skulls, and slashed the horse-cutting broadsword, with red lotus karmic fire, straight at Tuoba Zhiyin's throat.

He wanted to chop off this foul woman's head.

Women are no fun at all, men are better...

Tuoba Zhiyin hadn't expected Thin Maitreya to have a hidden killing move; seeing the hundreds of skulls coming at her face, along with that saber blade burning with red flame...

Tuoba Zhiyin's abdomen rapidly expanded, as if pregnant for ten months.

Her cheeks also turned into balloons, like an adorable pufferfish.

She suddenly opened her mouth towards Thin Maitreya, the veil on her face blown away:

"Roar!"

In an instant, a lion's roar resonated throughout heaven and earth, the sound wave turning into a solid golden lion's shadow and pouncing, while several skulls simultaneously burst with cracks.

Bang!

Thin Maitreya's body flew out once more.

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