"These people are so weak... there's no point in practicing with them..."

After casually striking a few times and killing several people in succession, Wang Zhifan abandoned his idea of testing his Lightweight Skill in practice, because he found that the opponents in the Wind Snow Tower were far too weak compared to him. If he really wanted to go easy on them for a fair match, he'd have to handicap himself severely, and anyone would notice he was slacking.

So he changed his strategy, starting to calmly clear out suspicious individuals in the Wind Snow Tower who tried to resist or escape. As for the tower's master and the so-called hidden villains, he had no enthusiasm for confronting them, since he was just an Honored Guest Elder responsible for minor tasks; it wasn't his place to deal with the main forces.

At this moment, Wang Zhifan charged into a compartment on the fifth floor of the Wind Snow Tower at a constant speed, and as soon as he entered this room that appeared empty from the outside, he was ambushed by three hidden individuals.

"Black Death Palm!"

"Falling Leaves and Flying Flowers!"

"Mountain-Piercing Flying Soul Kick!"

Among them, a black-skinned, skinny man leapt down from the beam, pressing his palm toward Wang Zhifan's head with a force as fierce as a predatory tiger. On the left side by the door, a robust young man launched a kick toward his throat, the sweep of his leg leaving a trailing shadow, the wind following his foot. It was clear he'd mastered this move long ago. Meanwhile, the one hiding in the cabinet was expertly handling hidden weapons, and though she was furthest away, her flying needles were the first to reach Wang Zhifan's body, attacking from multiple directions targeting his vital spots!

"Slow, weak, and boring..."

The joint assault of these three seemed quite formidable, but in Wang Zhifan's eyes, it was all flashy but flawed. Even if he hadn't sensed people hidden in the room, they wouldn't pose a threat to him, as their power, speed, and reflexes were way inferior.

Wang Zhifan swiftly stepped back a pace at the perfect timing, dodging the attacks from above and the left. At the same time, his Wolf-Slaying Blade lightly flicked up, repelling all the flying needles back at a faster speed, piercing the throat of the woman who launched them.

Meanwhile, the black-skinned man with twin black palms and the robust youngster, deprived of their target, were about to switch tactics, but Wang Zhifan didn't give them a chance. His longsword swiftly passed through their bodies before they could retract their power, killing them instantly.

"These three couldn't withstand a single move even when I only used basic sword techniques. They're indeed weak."

After nearly instantly counter-killing the three, Wang Zhifan had this thought arise in his mind. He realized that he had unconsciously reached a level of combat far beyond ordinary people that even the most primitive and basic fighting techniques would suffice against typical enemies.

While Wang Zhifan continued his methodical clearing in the Wind Snow Tower, on the eighth floor above, a fierce battle had already commenced—between the tower's master and Mr. Luu of the Quicksand Sword Sect, who had targeted him.

The leader of the Broken Zither Sect had originally been at the top of the tower but had now gracefully descended to the ground floor, joining forces with the abbot of Dharma Zen Temple and the Wuji Sect Leader to enter the basement of the Wind Snow Tower, preparing to clear out the demon lair hidden in the back mountain underground.

As for Mr. Yang from the Juyi Sect, his task was similar to Wang Zhifan's, responsible for eradicating stubborn elements within the entire Wind Snow Tower, preventing anyone from escaping, and helping Mr. Luu keep the situation under control in case he fails to defeat the Wind Snow Tower master, which would be embarrassing.

"Quicksand Sword Shadow!"

"Wind Snow Palm!"

Suddenly, on the eighth floor of the Wind Snow Tower, Mr. Luu from the Quicksand Sword Sect erupted with an overwhelming aura, and his entire body, including the longsword he wielded, emitted a hazy yellow sand color. This color rapidly expanded, enveloping the master of the Wind Snow Tower.

The Wind Snow Tower master seemed to be under considerable pressure beneath this yellow sand hue. Before he could escape, multiple apparitions of Mr. Luu appeared around him, each wielding their sword, leaving him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, forcing him to defend continuously.

This Wind Snow Tower master employed a tenacious palm skill with dual ice and wind attributes, with palm shadows extending endlessly. The skill possessed the deadly cold of ice and the chaotic explosiveness of storms, allowing him to maintain an undefeated position despite being in a disadvantaged spot due to Mr. Luu's moves.

"So the Quicksand Sword Sect's cultivation technique focuses on Spirit Sword Intent, somewhat similar to my Great Dream Saber Scripture."

After swiftly clearing the fifth floor of the Wind Snow Tower, Wang Zhifan took a moment as he jumped to the sixth floor to observe the duel between the two sect leaders. However, he wasn't particularly concerned about who would win, focusing instead on their cultivation technique types, as such opportunities weren't abundant for him.

He quickly noticed that the Quicksand Sword Sect technique, previously derided as small-time by the Broken Zither Sect leader, was in no way ordinary. It was actually a rare type specializing in Spirit lineage. The tangible sword intent that suppressed the Wind Snow Tower master was undeniable proof, and such a level of skill was not something one could achieve casually.

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