The sixth match—Mu Huaiyu finally entered the battle.

Su Xuan’s gaze fell with some worry upon the smiling young man Qin Chang Ge who stepped forward.

Unable to try to stop him from this distance like Xiao Jue could, his eyes were full of inquiry and disapproval: “Don’t be stubborn.”

Qin Chang Ge’s eyes swept over from afar, returning the same meaning in his gaze: “You don’t be stubborn either.”

With a bitter smile, Su Xuan knew he couldn’t hide from her. He had come out late, and after emerging had never moved, constantly adjusting his breathing imperceptibly. Others might not notice, but she would definitely see through it.

That day’s battle with Master Uncle Shangguan, the master uncle had gotten excited and forcibly dragged him to fight for three full days among the clouds and seas of Shang Mountain, both exhausted when they finally stopped, both having damaged their true essence.

He had originally planned to enter seclusion when he returned, but encountered this matter as soon as he came back.

With no choice, he forcibly delayed time, simply performed breathing regulation and healing, barely managed that technique of controlling bells with qi, without letting old fox Mu see through his weakness. After using it, he felt his heart pounding like drums and sweat pouring like rain, forcing himself to sit motionlessly without showing any signs. During the previous five matches, he had been seizing time to recover.

Regarding her current martial arts, Su Xuan naturally knew they were different from before. After that day’s battle with his master uncle, worried about her safety, Su Xuan had specially rushed back to Fufeng Pavilion to check, and discovered the amazing effect of Qin Chang Ge’s whip strike.

Speaking of martial arts, it wasn’t necessarily impossible to fight, but Mu Huaiyu was a sinister and vicious person, not easy to deal with.

Moreover, Su Xuan also worried about that mysterious person working behind the scenes.

Earlier in Beichen’s battle, that person had made a move but was blocked by him. After that, Xiao Jue’s sword edge was fierce and tight, his fighting style too fast, while Yu Zixi’s battle was too slow with almost no movement, giving no opportunity for concealment—that person couldn’t find any opening. Now in Mu Huaiyu’s battle, what would the situation be?

At this moment, people in the arena were also staring at the young man stepping forward. The previous two matches hadn’t featured people from Blazing Flame, but both were extremely unexpected battles of incredible skill. This match—this seemingly younger, almost frail-looking young man—what miracle would he produce?

Or would the miracle finally end in the hands of the cunning old fox Mu Huaiyu?

And exactly how many mysterious trump cards did Sect Leader Su have hidden?

If they knew these trump cards had all come uninvited, and their level was jaw-droppingly high, who knows how they would marvel.

The night wind was fierce, torches flickered and swayed.

Trump card number three, Qin Chang Ge, leisurely stepped onto the stage.

Before going up, she loosened her long hair and retied it, then tightened her waist sash. With empty hands, smiling very gently at the grave-faced Mu Huaiyu, completely different from Xiao Jue’s sharpness and Yu Zixi’s seductive personal casual style, she stood casually across from Mu Huaiyu.

Mu Huaiyu’s eyes narrowed… This boy had no weapons?

However, he said nothing, only raised both hands, revealing a pair of oddly-shaped claw weapons shooting forth brilliant light. Divided into three claws each, they could open and close, with slightly long claw tips curving inward. From a distance they looked incomparably sharp—no need to think, once such things touched a human body, they would certainly gouge out large chunks of flesh and skin, causing wounds that would bleed without stopping until death.

The shock from the previous two matches was too great, so much so that he now completely dared not underestimate his opponent, not even wanting to graciously remind the opponent that they should use weapons.

He didn’t remind them, but the people below had already begun stirring. Who didn’t know that Mu Huaiyu’s “Soul-Catching Claws” were personally crafted by the master craftsman Changgu Hun from Zhongchuan, one of the world’s ten great weapons, having killed countless masters beneath their claws, called the “Blood-Drinking Divine Claws.” This slender youth who looked like he’d blow away in the wind—to be this overconfident, wasn’t he seeking death?

Some straightforward men were already shouting: “Hey! That weapon of his is very powerful!”

Qin Chang Ge smiled and cupped his hands, making a gesture of thanks.

Then he gestured to Mu Huaiyu with his hand: Please proceed.

A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes as Mu Huaiyu’s killing intent suddenly rose. Boy, you’d better be overconfident—when you’re dead you’ll know that face is never more important than life.

Cupping his hands, Mu Huaiyu assumed a polite stance.

Cold light flashed!

The cupped-hand salute only half-done, he smoothly made a throwing motion. Mu Huaiyu’s Soul-Catching Claws had already flown out like light and lightning, pale claw tips aimed directly at Qin Chang Ge’s chest!

A commotion arose.

“Damn, despicable!”

Baozi on the artificial hill was furious, immediately cursing Mu Huaiyu’s ancestors three generations back.

The claw tips approached, sharp wind hissing. A supreme weapon personally forged by a master skilled in weapon-making naturally possessed the greatest speed and destructive power. For a moment the sound of rending air was like tearing fabric.

Just as it was about to reach Qin Chang Ge’s vital point!

Qin Chang Ge suddenly extended his hand, his wrist knocking against the middle claw that arrived first!

Crack!

A black bracelet-like object on his wrist suddenly opened and fell off, colliding with the claw tip with a tremendous sound. Sparks flew bright red and dark purple. Qin Chang Ge pushed with his fingers, the bracelet quickly and precisely slipping over the claw tip. Qin Chang Ge smoothly squeezed, and with a click.

The bracelet closed, the steel claw shut, the claw instantly became a fist.

With an iron bridge arch, Qin Chang Ge leaned far back, sliding out from under the fist with a swoosh. His back flat against the ground, he kicked up with one leg!

Directly toward the crotch of Mu Huaiyu, who had already completely lunged over!

Flowing like clouds and water, vicious beyond compare!

The entire arena recoiled, everyone collectively hissing out a breath. Xiao Jue’s face paled, and he began seriously considering how to counter this move, for future reference.

Mu Huaiyu’s old face flushed red. In mid-air he shouted loudly and flipped with all his strength, violent winds swirling. The steel claw shot out again, grasping down toward Qin Chang Ge who was still lying on the ground without time to flip over!

With a swoosh, something like black steel wire suddenly shot from the tip of Qin Chang Ge’s upright boot. He twisted both legs, and the steel wire spiraled and twisted upward with a lively sound, already wrapping around the left steel claw coming toward him. Then he quickly rolled once—snap!—the tightly wound left steel claw was pulled by the force of his roll and closed again!

Having had two claws destroyed by his opponent’s strange methods, Mu Huaiyu showed angry, fierce expression. With a low shout, the left steel claw suddenly twisted at a weird angle, striking toward Qin Chang Ge’s leg that was still connected to the left steel claw. The force was so great, clearly intending to shatter both her legs.

With a wave of his hand, an unremarkable ring on his hand suddenly ejected a thin blade. Slashing on the ground, Qin Chang Ge cut the black wire from his boot tip, sliding in an instant to behind Mu Huaiyu. Without looking back, he scattered his hand—another section of magically appearing black wire, with a strange white object attached. Qin Chang Ge swung his hand in a circle, and snap—the black wire once again caught onto Mu Huaiyu’s right steel claw.

Having already learned his lesson, how would Mu Huaiyu repeat the same mistake? He immediately activated his true qi, the steel claw’s light blazed intensely, instantly turning the black wire to dust. Grinning wickedly, Mu Huaiyu came like lightning, the steel claw transforming into countless claw shadows, descending like a net over Qin Chang Ge’s head.

Qin Chang Ge’s slender figure was instantly submerged in the raging true qi like a violent storm!

Mu Huaiyu indeed had extraordinary power, with exquisite techniques and abundant internal strength. The whirling sound of the flying claws was violent and howling—people standing close had their hair pins snap loose from the wind, their hair wildly dancing backward against their scalps. People with shocked expressions busily fixed their hair while closely watching that thin, weak youth in the arena who kept swaying under enormous pressure, retreating to the edge of the stone platform, seemingly about to lose.

Some people were sighing… This child’s attacks were vicious and strange, yet his movements flowed like clouds and water with poetic fluency, and his adaptability was even more amazing—destroying two claws in an instant, truly a rare master. But unfortunately his power seemed insufficient…

Others stared strangely at the final intact right steel claw—how come every time it opened and closed, it pulled apart white sticky stuff? And as the opening and closing increased, the entire right steel claw seemed covered with that substance?

After watching for a long time without figuring it out, they turned their attention back to the youth who seemed to be struggling to hold on.

Only Xiao Jue, though staring intently at the arena, wasn’t worried. He could see that although Qin Chang Ge appeared to sway, drifting uncertainly like duckweed in wind, her posture was measured, each movement precisely coordinated. Almost every move precisely avoided the pressure of the opponent’s internal force flow, and that kind of avoidance was absolutely precise, not off by a fraction—showing that Qin Chang Ge’s control over her own physical strength and movement techniques had reached an amazing level.

In other words, since she could control herself so well, Mu Huaiyu couldn’t kill her.

This was indeed Qin Chang Ge’s lazy person’s fighting style—unwilling to bring out even one more weapon.

Qin Chang Ge kept retreating… already reaching the edge of the stone platform. Mu Huaiyu’s eyes flashed with brilliant light, a cold smile appearing at his lips.

Qin Chang Ge seemed completely unaware that her next step would cause her to fall from the stone platform, still being forced to retreat by the powerful claw wind.

She suddenly stepped on empty air!

The moon-white tight-clothed figure swayed and instantly disappeared in front of the platform.

Cries of alarm arose.

Knocked off the stone platform?

Mu Huaiyu stepped forward without hesitation, his final steel claw opening fiercely to maximum extent, like a wolf’s maw, pouncing down to devour!

The next instant, the moon-white figure suddenly reappeared. Qin Chang Ge suddenly emerged from the platform edge with a 360-degree spin, bouncing up. The moment she bounced up, her hand suddenly held a mess of tree branches, leaves, and other things. Qin Chang Ge’s eyes were quick and hands swift as she forcefully stuffed these things into the approaching steel claw!

People cried out in alarm, some shaking their heads. It was said that many people had tried this move when dealing with Mu Huaiyu’s ghost claw—trying to jam the sharp claws with objects—but without exception they all failed, and those who failed without exception all died. Though the cause of death was unknown, this move looked like the best method, but was probably Mu Huaiyu’s trap.

This child clearly seemed smart, and it looked like falling off the stone platform was also intentional. But now, not knowing the depth of the situation, being clever was backfiring, about to bring bad luck…

From the moment Qin Chang Ge fell off the stone platform and reached to grab tree branches, Mu Huaiyu had already shown a smile.

He even slightly slowed his pressing attack, giving Qin Chang Ge space to grab branches.

His steel claw had a secret no one knew.

When foreign objects were forcefully stuffed into the steel claw, it would trigger a mechanism in the claw’s heart, shooting out poisoned needles and toxic liquid. You should know that anyone wanting to stuff things into the claw’s heart would inevitably have to take the risk of acting at an extremely close distance directly facing the steel claw. At this distance, once hit, even a great immortal couldn’t escape.

Many famous masters with decades of reputation in the martial world had fallen to this trap.

This was also Mu Huaiyu’s greatest secret and winning trump card.

Qin Chang Ge indeed used this method.

In the wind, Mu Huaiyu laughed triumphantly, saying: “My Soul-Catching Claw is afraid of your—”

His laughter suddenly stopped abruptly.

The right steel claw had not, as in many past instances, shot out what it should shoot.

Nor had it activated its mechanism to push out the debris itself.

That bundle of messy stuff was still inside.

Greatly shocked, Mu Huaiyu hastily used finger strength to activate the steel claw’s spring mechanism, but the mechanism seemed blocked by something and remained completely motionless!

At this point, all steel claws were destroyed!

Across from him, Qin Chang Ge laughed lightly and suddenly pulled off his hair ribbon, shaking it with a flourish!

The hair ribbon unfolded in the wind and moonlight with a swish, brilliantly multicolored with rippling hues. Originally an extremely soft object, when infused with true force, it looked like a steel whip.

Qin Chang Ge leaped up, crack—one whip!

Whipping toward Mu Huaiyu’s left arm that wasn’t using steel claws!

Spinning around, another whip!

Whipping the tree by the stone platform!

Another whip!

Whipping the ground!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—four sounds. In an instant, Qin Chang Ge struck four whips at unimaginable speed. Except for the first whip aimed at his opponent, every other whip hit places beyond anyone’s imagination.

Her body spinning in mid-air was as graceful as a beautiful wild goose, her flowing long hair tracing beautiful arcs. That turning, startling, swaying, casually splashing posture displayed unlimited elegance that dazzled and mesmerized. Countless people opened their eyes wide in that moment, their gazes following that figure’s spins and falls, thinking hazily: If this were a woman, what kind of peerless beauty would she be?

Below the platform, above the platform, those men who were silent or sharp, graceful or seductive, also watched that figure with complex gazes. Under the moonlight, some raised their faces to meet that touch of cold clarity; some smiled slightly, their smiles like sunlight; some showed wistful expressions, gazing toward the depths of mountains as if trying to see some untouchable past events; some smiled mysteriously while gently stroking red lanterns in their hands.

On this moonlit night, what silent tides rose in the depths of hearts, extinguishing whose prosperity, moistening whose heart’s shore?

The hair ribbon danced—a world-shocking dance.

Without feminine grace or masculine strength, possessing a neutral yet vast beauty, like this moon’s unambiguous cool light—rising, spinning, swaying, striking down!

Mu Huaiyu used his claws as clubs, striking horizontally at the flying ribbon!

The struck ribbon flew across the sky. Qin Chang Ge flipped and leaped onto it, light as a feather, stepping on the flying ribbon like a heavenly maiden descending to earth, her robes fluttering as she flew over Mu Huaiyu’s head.

Mu Huaiyu rose like an eagle, his steel claws that could no longer open waving a huge wall of light, rumbling toward Qin Chang Ge’s back.

“Crack!”

An extremely slight sound.

Something flashed in the leaping firelight.

Mu Huaiyu’s body in mid-air suddenly stiffened.

Then he stumbled as he fell, but his foot twisted and he tumbled into a crevice on the ground!

Screams arose!

Qin Chang Ge smiled and looked back. In mid-air, she flipped once—the hair ribbon was back in her hand. Turning around, she swung it whoosh, wrapping it around Mu Huaiyu’s neck, and with her back to him, hooked and forcibly pulled the instantly breathless Mu Huaiyu over!

With a horizontal palm pull, she knocked the suffocating Mu Huaiyu to the ground. Qin Chang Ge pulled in the hair ribbon and slowly smiled in the bloody moonlight.

That smile looked down upon all living beings.

The people below had already, like Mu Huaiyu, instantly lost their breath.

What kind of fighting style was this?

Why were all situations unexpected?

The steel claw that should have activated its shooting mechanism didn’t work.

Mu Huaiyu suddenly stopped moving for no good reason.

Those seemingly random whip strikes were even more mysterious.

Only a very few people had clearly seen the instant battle situation after Qin Chang Ge pretended to fall off the stone platform.

Even fewer people understood the secret of those steel claws.

From when Qin Chang Ge cut the black wire from his boot tip and first tried to catch the right steel claw but was destroyed by Mu Huaiyu, the steel claw had been targeted by Qin Chang Ge. That black wire was completely a feint—the key was to deliver that white sticky substance into the steel claw. That substance was very adhesive; after entering the steel claw, during its sticky period, as the steel claw continuously opened and closed, it was gradually pulled apart everywhere, sticking to and blocking the mechanism holes inside the steel claw that released poisoned needles and toxic water.

When Qin Chang Ge fell off the stone platform and gathered tree branches and debris to block the steel claw, she also did something else.

When gathering branches and leaves, a three-edged spike slid from her sleeve, which she smoothly embedded in the tree trunk.

She always planned ahead, laying groundwork for the next thing in some previous event, so that no one could figure out her patterns of action. Those subtle movements hidden in seemingly ordinary actions were as unpredictable as floating clouds.

Then she struck with one whip, provoking Mu Huaiyu to leap up, stepping on the ribbon to lure him to change direction, then another whip struck the tree trunk, sending the three-edged spike flying.

The direction was directly toward Mu Huaiyu’s back.

How could Mu Huaiyu expect that while she was in front of him, a hidden weapon would fly from behind where no one was?

He was hit by the spike and fell.

He fell right onto the ground that Qin Chang Ge’s third whip had cracked open.

On that cracked ground, Qin Chang Ge had already scattered a handful of needles in an instant.

What was precise killing? What was using all available conditions and methods for endless killing techniques? Qin Chang Ge, back in her previous previous life when she was still a fourteen-year-old girl, had once used only everything available on a mountain cliff to force her eldest senior brother off the Awakening Cliff, completely weaponless.

Mere Mu Huaiyu—what was he worth?

He should feel honored to fall under the “natural killing method” of someone who had once been an empress.

Especially that white sticky substance—that was the only normal-tasting candy that Qi Fan had finally developed. Extremely adhesive, both Qin Chang Ge and Baozi loved eating it. They planned to develop and research it into chewing gum for trial promotion at Windfall Tower. She always had this candy in her pocket.

Mu Huaiyu was the first person to experience chewing gum—his good luck.

Loosening the hair ribbon in her hand, Qin Chang Ge didn’t want to kill Mu Huaiyu yet. She bent down, staring into Mu Huaiyu’s eyes that finally showed panic, and said softly: “Who sent you?”

While asking, she dragged Mu Huaiyu to the tree. Su Xuan was in front of him, Xiao Jue to his right, herself to his left, and the tree behind him.

Someone there—I won’t give you a chance to silence him before I get my answer.

Mu Huaiyu stared at her, his lips moving.

Qin Chang Ge leaned her ear close. After a long moment she smiled slightly and said: “Good, you’re sensible. I’ll spare your life.”

She slowly straightened her waist, surveying the entire arena. Everyone who met her gaze unconsciously shrank back as they heard her say coolly: “Do you think there’s any need to continue the competition?”

Mu Huaiyu’s face was ashen, and everyone else fell silent, all feeling that having reached this point, there was really no reason to continue. Jiang Qin—could he possibly be Su Xuan’s match?

Blazing Flame had won decisively by now.

Looking at the speechless Mu Huaiyu and Jiang Qin who showed a cowering attitude, Qin Chang Ge smiled and kicked horizontally: “Take your people and get lost!”

With a thud, Mu Huaiyu’s large body was kicked straight away by her.

But she didn’t kick him toward the seven great sects.

Instead, she kicked him toward the crowd below the platform, to an inconspicuous corner in the northwest.

There, people looked up in confusion at Mu Huaiyu’s sudden approach, then his heavy crash.

Only one person didn’t look at Mu Huaiyu.

Instead, he suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Chang Ge.

That gaze seemed very distant, but in an instant crossed the vast sky to reach Qin Chang Ge’s eyes. The gaze was like a bright moon rising over the vast seas at the edge of the world, its light filling the sea, every rippling wave carrying broad imagery, extending endlessly.

Or like falling snow in the cold winter of the frontier, bright flakes in the cold moon and clear horn music, startlingly bright yet unrestrained in the endless dark background, dancing and howling in the vast yellow sand.

Just that one look.

This extremely ordinary man, so ordinary as to have no distinguishing features, suddenly stood out from a group of capable, fierce, and striking people, transcending the crowd to command wind and clouds, appearing like a brilliantly golden divine being.

He looked deeply for a moment.

Then suddenly smiled.

The same haughty, proud smile of one long in high position who grasps wind and clouds with everything settled.

Then he retreated!

Completely ignoring Mu Huaiyu crashing toward him, without any defensive posture, he suddenly pulled his nearby companion and shot backward like an arrow!

Like a stone loaded on a slingshot and fired, retreating at high speed!

Bang—he crashed into the courtyard wall at extremely high speed, then without pause disappeared into that huge hole.

He retreated unimaginably fast.

But for someone who was prepared, no matter how fast, it was useless.

Xiao Jue and Chu Feihuan, when Qin Chang Ge said “get lost!”, each made a gesture.

Xiao Jue raised his arm and waved!

Chu Feihuan shot up fireworks.

The Phoenix Alliance subordinates outside the courtyard wall and the guards hidden in the courtyard passed the secret signal in sequence. The Shanmu Camp a li away all mobilized together.

Distant brilliant light suddenly flashed at the horizon, with faint sounds of sharp wind.

A white shadow flashed with a clear, long whistle rolling across the sky. Everyone felt like a sudden wind arose beside their ears. Before they could look back, they saw that the Sect Leader Su who had been sitting darkly on the stone platform observing the battle was gone.

The next glance, they saw a pale gold figure flash in the air, a person leaping onto the surrounding wall, swinging with one hand. A ring of gold and jade-colored light wheel appeared brilliantly like another sun. Wherever the light wheel passed, shadowy figures kept lunging up and falling down.

Su Xuan flew straight as a cloud, directly attacking that pale gold figure.

Midway he met Qin Chang Ge’s raised hand, caught an object she threw to him, and without hesitation threw it in his mouth.

That person struck down countless enemies with one hand, yet could still leisurely turn around and without a word struck Su Xuan with one palm.

The palm force was like a tsunami, surging in continuous waves. Misty fog arose all around, and those constantly flashing shadows, upon hitting that layer of fog, could no longer approach even one step.

Su Xuan drew with one hand, his palm white as jade and hard as jade, cutting through the pale gold mist. His palm force gathered, formed a ball, and kneaded—actually kneading that incorporeal mist into a golden ball shape. With a finger flick, it shot toward his opponent like a golden bullet!

In the howling sound, he laughed heartily, his clear voice carrying across the sky, reaching far beyond distant mountains.

“Everyone need not worry! This final match belongs to Su!”

With a crash, people surged up like a tide.

Su Xuan finally made his move!

What kind of martial legend passed down for a thousand years would this ultimate battle between the world’s number one and the mysterious person be?

Tonight had already produced too many legends—what harm was there in one more?

Many people trembled with excitement at having the fortune to participate in this martial arts grand event.

Many people quickly and obsessively drew sword techniques and footwork on the ground, not even noticing when their hands were stepped on.

After this night, many masters following the strong and fierce path emerged in the martial world. The killing methods of assassins became more strange and unusual, and a profession of modifying weapons for a living was born in the martial world, supporting many people.

The influence of this night on the martial world was immeasurable.

But that’s all future talk.

The crowd surged forward.

Then immediately retreated.

Those in front knocked over those behind. The ones behind were about to curse, when suddenly they felt enormous powerful true force pressing down like a giant wave overhead, and couldn’t help but stagger backward, knocking over those behind them. And those behind them, preparing to curse, were again meeting another wave of force…

Wave after wave, like the sea generating endless tides, no one could stand steady within five zhang of Su Xuan and the golden-clothed man. Finally everyone rolled together like a string of candied fruit.

In the end they could only crouch on the ground, watching the two figures on the wall engage in their ultimate battle.

Leaping and soaring, fast as extreme light, in the pale gold and jade white auras the moves of both figures were almost impossible to see clearly. Wherever they passed, everything was destroyed. As they moved rapidly, section after section of the surrounding wall silently and quietly collapsed like ice and snow melting under sunlight. After landing, each step either person took left a deep long crack in the ground. Dust filled the sky, all shooting beyond five zhang to the heads of the crowd. In the aura, both men remained untouched by dust, still like banished immortals.

The brilliance was too bright—from a distance it was like looking directly at the sun with naked eyes, burning to watch. Someone squinted, tears streaming, persisting in counting with a murmur: “Three hundred moves… three hundred and one… there’s actually another young person in this world who can last three hundred moves under Su Xuan…”

The ground was soon full of cracks. The two men moved their battle to the trees. Qin Chang Ge stood with hands behind his back on the stone platform, watching their battle, and smiled: “Today the Blazing Flame headquarters will probably be completely destroyed. A’Jue, you’ll have to pay the repair costs.”

Baozi leisurely pulled out sunglasses from his pocket, placed them on his nose bridge, and nonchalantly watched the two men’s battle, casually waving his hand: “I’ll cover it! What’s money earned for? Spending!”

“What’s a master for? To take the blame for you!” Qin Chang Ge smacked his big head irritably. “Where did the sunglasses come from?”

“Godfather heard me mention this and used deep sea black crystal to grind me a pair,” Baozi struck a Crayon Shin-chan pose proudly. “How is it?”

“Very good,” Qin Chang Ge smiled. After Baozi broke into a big grin, she said: “Very ridiculous.”

Someone suddenly cried out: “Look at the ground!”

Only then did everyone discover that on the ground, those cracks from earlier weren’t random—Su Xuan had stepped out the pattern of a swastika, while that golden-clothed man had drawn a strange symbol with dragon-like flourishes.

Someone tilted their head, tracing with their steps, murmuring: “What kind of monster is this?”

Qin Chang Ge squinted at that pattern, turbulent undercurrents in her eyes.

Looking up at the tree, it was even harder to see clearly. Only flying leaves shooting like flying knives spinning in mid-air could be seen, green dust mist rising and disappearing in waves. Those green leaves flying would form wild goose formations, then shield formations, then knife formations, making sharp hissing sounds attacking Su Xuan. Su Xuan drove all the branches, now forming nets, now spears, now bridges, changing endlessly yet yielding not an inch in counterattack.

Boom!

Even a century-old tree couldn’t withstand such devastation. After being instantly stripped bald, it fell to the ground with a sigh.

In the long whistle, that golden-clothed figure lightly kicked, and the massive tree flew up like kindling. He made a flying kick in mid-air, and the tree requiring two people to embrace it brought up heavy wind sounds, crashing toward Su Xuan.

A martial artist relatively close at five zhang away was knocked down by that hurricane-like momentum. Despite struggling several times to steady himself, all was futile. Bang—he rolled and slid far on the ground, his back scraped raw and bloody.

With an equally hearty laugh, Su Xuan’s white shadow drifted, single foot stepping on the massive tree. With just a light step, that cannonball-like heavy momentum immediately stopped. Su Xuan lifted his leg and twisted—the massive tree flew back even faster and more fiercely than before!

That person swung both hands, a pale gold brilliant light flashed, and the massive tree split into thousands of fragments!

Like moonlight shooting in all directions.

Continuous “ow” sounds arose as some martial artists standing closer were hit by fragments.

The fragments were still shooting when Su Xuan raised both eyebrows and swept with one hand, his palm tracing a circular arc. A huge whirlpool suddenly appeared before him, emitting jade-white dazzling brilliance, moving ceaselessly and silently. All the surrounding fragments were drawn into the whirlpool, then instantly turned to fine powder.

Trees fell one by one, then disappeared.

The pale gold and jade white auras were like moon-colored light with divine destructive power—wherever they shone, everything crumbled.

Trees fell, walls disappeared, ground cracked.

The blood moon gradually hid behind cloud layers, seeming also startled by this shocking battle, not daring to disturb.

Another faint sharp wind sound came from the distant horizon.

Su Xuan suddenly looked up.

Just in this moment of looking up, the golden-clothed man once again shot backward in retreat, flying across the long sky, grabbing one person, both speeding toward distant Mingfeng Mountain.

Su Xuan only paused for that moment before immediately recovering, sleeves fluttering as he pursued.

The three quickly disappeared from everyone’s sight, too fast for anyone to follow.

People desperately looked in that direction, vaguely seeing only a point of pale gold light departing at an eerie speed, with that jade white color in close pursuit. Soon, because they ran too fast and too far, all light points were swallowed by darkness, no longer distinguishable.

Qin Chang Ge lazily sat down. She didn’t want to pursue either—her lightness skills were quite different from Su Xuan’s, she couldn’t catch up.

Shortly after, from the distance, from Mingfeng Mountain’s direction, came a great sound.

Brilliant light shattered, white light rising to the sky.

Everyone stood up.

After another while, a white shadow flashed like a flying crane across the sky, back to the crowd, steadily landing on the platform.

Somehow everyone breathed a sigh of relief, also forgetting their original purpose seemed to have been glimpsing treasures. They all wanted to approach and congratulate the victorious Su Xuan, with some wanting to take the opportunity to curry favor. Looking at Sect Leader Su’s martial arts, so shocking and world-shaking—getting guidance in even half a technique would be good. And those several supreme masters who fought today were probably all Sect Leader Su’s friends, right? Maybe they could curry favor too?

But Su Xuan never turned around, only waving his hand. Naturally, Blazing Flame sect members came forward to deal with the crowd.

At this point, no matter how arrogant he was, no one dared shout about “washing Blazing Flame in blood.” Absolutely powerful martial force was always more effective than any empty words.

The crowd awkwardly withdrew. The completely transformed Blazing Flame headquarters, after experiencing a day and night of clamor and fighting, finally returned to quiet.

Night insects began chirping lightly again, grass swaying in the wind, completely unaffected by the true qi that had just destroyed everything. In this world, the soft survives while the hard breaks—the more humble the life, the longer it often endures.

Dawn light faintly appeared at the horizon. In the refreshing summer breeze, a ray of sunlight illuminated everyone’s faces. The Blazing Flame sect members gazed at their sect leader with admiring, proud eyes.

But Su Xuan only stood with his back turned and hands behind him, his posture upright, though somehow he seemed somewhat melancholy.

Everyone’s gaze fell upon his tall, slender back. Baozi rushed forward, and Qin Chang Ge slowly approached.

“Master, you—”

Su Xuan suddenly swayed.

He coughed lightly.

“Pfft!”

Brilliant fresh blood suddenly shot out like fireworks, splattering across the white stone platform, painting a boldly stroked plum blossom composition.