Qin Chang Ge’s gaze flashed. She had already noticed that the fat man could have originally avoided the stone, but due to a hidden weapon at his ankle, he had fallen straight into the death trap.

Not wanting Yu Zixi to realize she understood martial arts, Qin Chang Ge remained silent. The young man’s gaze was sharp as a blade, so naturally he had also discovered it.

“Though the life-and-death document is cruel, it emphasizes absolute fairness,” the young man said without looking at Yu Zixi. “You couldn’t contain your impatience and interfered. You broke the agreement first.”

“So what?” Yu Zixi laughed. “What I wanted to determine was your martial arts. I don’t care about breaking agreements or not.”

“Now you have the answer you wanted,” the young man said indifferently. “So don’t talk about the life-and-death document anymore, and spare me all that nonsense.”

“Insolent!” Jin Wu roared angrily.

Yu Zixi tilted his head and smiled: “Did you hear? He says you’re insolent.”

“No one in this world is more insolent than you.” The young man’s answer was light yet weighty.

Frowning slightly, Yu Zixi’s gaze shifted: “You know me?”

The young man didn’t answer.

After thinking, Yu Zixi smiled: “It makes sense that you know me. I often pass by that broken temple of yours. Eight times out of ten, I see you getting beaten. If I hadn’t seen it so many times and gotten curious, today’s events wouldn’t have happened.”

The young man still didn’t answer, only leaned his body back, actually making himself comfortable against the mountain rock and closing his eyes to rest.

“Insolent!” Jin Wu roared again, stepped forward, drew his blade, and the blade light traced an arc like a flying rainbow, pointing straight at the young man’s throat.

The blade wind made his forehead hair tremble slightly, yet the young man didn’t even open his eyes.

Jin Wu couldn’t tolerate such humiliation. His expression turned vicious, and without hesitation, he thrust forward!

But there was a finger—a jade-like, lustrous finger that seemed to suddenly emerge from thin air—that gently pressed against his blade.

Yu Zixi’s finger.

He pressed gently, like a butterfly landing on a calm water surface with light, graceful movements, as quiet and peaceful as if not disturbing a speck of dust. Yet that snow-bright blade edge brimming with killing intent could no longer advance even a fraction.

His finger changed from pressing to lifting, gently supporting the blade edge as it slowly rose. The snow-white finger against the blade edge like autumn water—it was impossible to tell which was whiter.

The sun was at its zenith, the autumn sunlight brilliant and dazzling, reflecting directly on that thin, bright blade surface. The radiance was so intense it forced people to close their eyes.

Just in that instant of closed eyes.

Suddenly a figure leaped up, spinning like a windmill in mid-air with a strange turn, already appearing before Yu Zixi in an eerie posture, calling out in a low voice: “Release!” The blade tip was already in his hand.

His finger trembled, and the strange vibration made Jin Wu’s wrist go numb, causing him to lose his grip on the blade.

With a marvelous flick of his finger, the young man changed the blade’s direction instantly. It swept through a perfectly round, brilliant arc and immediately came to rest beneath his elbow.

He immediately used his elbow as a blade, borrowing the support of the long blade. His entire body, person and blade together, struck viciously toward Yu Zixi!

In that instant.

Leaping up, seizing the blade, turning the elbow, attacking—four movements flowed like clouds and water in one seamless motion, so fast that people didn’t even have time to blink before his snow-like blade light had filled heaven and earth.

Jin Wu’s face showed terror. For some reason, seeing the blade slip from his hand, his face turned ashen as if death itself approached. The moment it left his grasp, despite knowing the horizontal blade light would certainly wound his wrist, he tried to reclaim it with bare hands.

Blood splattered.

Half a palm flew into the air, five fingers helplessly spasming and grasping in mid-air, scattering a tragic bloody rain.

That snow-colored blade light showed no pause, rolling with bloody wind, flesh fragments, and bone chips, still like flowing lightning pursuing light, striking toward Yu Zixi’s neck.

Everything happened in the instant Yu Zixi closed his eyes.

When he opened them, the blade light, carrying a thick bloody smell, had arrived before him.

His gaze suddenly blazed bright, like two piles of blazing demon fire lit on a dark wilderness. Even from thousands of miles away, one could pursue that bewitching color—alluring yet inspiring eerie horror, making people yearn to approach yet fear to draw near.

A sheet of gold and red.

Like ornate screens blooming, jade and amber extending endlessly, a full display of dazzling beautiful colors, soft as satin yet hard as iron.

Yu Zixi’s eyes suddenly opened wide, his broad sleeves already like iron walls, gorgeous yet overflowing with killing intent, sweeping horizontally outward.

Extremely fierce “Vast Sky Cloud Sleeves”!

Like a hurricane from beyond the heavens rolling forth, bringing wind, clouds, thunder, and movement. Iron sleeves swept horizontally, fierce winds bitter and cold, sand and earth everywhere spinning and rising like smoke columns straight into the clouds. Even Qin Chang Ge and her son, standing more than ten feet away, had their clothes fluttering wildly, almost unable to breathe. Xiao Rong, being light and small, was actually swept back three steps by that sleeve wind, falling on his bottom.

Domineering yet gorgeous—when he didn’t strike, nothing happened, but once he did, it was always a ruthless killing move that would tear apart intestines and stomachs.

Yu Zixi was always like this, like opium poppies—within the bewitching red lurked infinite killing intent that could take lives.

Qin Chang Ge shielded Xiao Rong’s head and face, quietly listening to the sound of sand pattering down on them, watching that thread of blade light struggling futilely in the wavering sleeve wind. She sighed inwardly. That young man was indeed formidable, indeed fast—fast enough that few in the world could match him, seizing every advantage. However, precisely because his lower body was severely injured and unstable, with no internal energy left, when facing Yu Zixi whose appearance was delicate but whose martial arts were domineering, he was still destined to die.

No matter how swift the blade or sword, when encountering overwhelmingly powerful internal force, it becomes utterly useless, like a swaying tree branch caught in a hurricane, powerless to struggle.

Before overwhelming strength, even sharpness loses its brilliance.

Wind rolled, wind rose, and in the wind were faint traces of burning stench and bloody odors. Bone fragments and flesh were rapidly compressed and ground into countless tiny droplets that, due to that tremendous force, also fell covering heads and faces.

Yu Zixi’s iron sleeve, swept halfway, suddenly stopped abruptly.

With just this pause, the situation immediately reversed.

The snow-bright blade edge, extremely good at seizing opportunities, slipped in like a snake the moment the wind ceased, taking advantage of the momentum. With forest-cold aura and dazzling cold light, it gently rested against Yu Zixi’s neck.