Tang Lici swept his sleeve, sending forth a surge of force that pushed both strange men back a step each. “Wei Beiyin!” Behind him, the person watching the show at leisure was indeed Wei Beiyin. “I heard these cowhide-winged people are different from ordinary people. They only obey orders, can only roar, can’t speak, and can’t think. I wonder if your world-renowned sound killing will still work against such people? Hahaha…” Wei Beiyin played with his rust-stained short knife on his fingers. “That night at Camellia Prison, I’ve been thinking constantly about Young Master Tang—truly received your generous instruction…” he said sinisterly, “I went into seclusion for seven days and newly mastered a type of internal cultivation method that can seal the seven apertures. I really want to spar with Young Master Tang to see whether your sound killing is more powerful, or my new martial arts more formidable!” While Wei Beiyin was speaking, two more cowhide-winged people suddenly appeared at Tang Lici’s sides. All four looked identical, all emitting roars, with tremendous strength. These people all had first-class martial arts and wore special armor. Tang Lici had no weapon in hand, and defeating enemies with one move was truly not easy. In an instant he was trapped in an encirclement. White robes fluttered, and instantly white cloth fragments flew up high, like formed moonlight, floating down leisurely.
“Hahaha… Fengliu Shop trained this batch of cowhide-winged people for a full ten years! Using ten years of achievements to kill you—even if these four pigs all die here, it won’t be in vain!” Wei Beiyin looked at the white cloth fragments and laughed toward the sky. His short knife’s blade flashed like an arrow, or rather like the one-inch-three-point tip of an arrowhead. Before the eye could blink, it had reached Tang Lici’s heart! He was determined to stab a hole right through him! With a “clang,” something flew from Tang Lici’s sleeve, sparks flew in all directions. It first blocked Wei Beiyin’s knife, then instantly crashed horizontally and struck vertically, pointing, striking, picking, and thrusting. The four cowhide-winged people were all wounded and staggered back several steps each. Tang Lici’s face showed a slight smile. Wei Beiyin’s anger rose in his heart—he held a copper flute in his hand, and with just this flute, he could stand alone above all heroes! Jealousy and venomous hatred combined, Wei Beiyin gave a great shout, “Imperial Palace Opens Heaven!” He unleashed the most fierce move among his thirteen short knife techniques. The blade light stood rigidly like horizontal and vertical movement, like a carpenter devoutly carving that magnificent palace, rich with the miracle of supernatural craftsmanship. Like a mirage, the knife slashed toward Tang Lici’s chest.
With a crisp “clang,” Wei Beiyin slashed out his knife with fantastic blade shadows. Suddenly he saw half a blade flying backward past his face, with a “thud” embedding into a large tree beside the official road. He was almost stunned before realizing that halfway through the strike, his knife had broken! When had Tang Lici blocked this strike, and why had the knife broken? He was completely unaware! Just as he was stunned, the four cowhide-winged people all cried out miserably and fell to the ground with broken limbs, all wounded by Tang Lici’s copper flute!
What kind of martial arts was this! The Art of Changing Techniques was actually so miraculous, actually able to achieve facts approaching miracles… Wei Beiyin’s heart surged with wild joy—if he could obtain the “Rebirth Score,” if he could learn this martial art, with his foundation, he would definitely be invincible under heaven! Only, before wanting to be invincible under heaven, no matter by what means, he must first kill Tang Lici… Just then, Tang Lici swayed slightly, stepped back, and pressed his hand to his abdomen.
He still smiled serenely, but in Wei Beiyin’s eyes it was completely different! “Hahahaha…” Wei Beiyin laughed wildly toward the sky, “Injuring five enemies with one move—Young Master Tang, in all the world there’s probably no one else who could break my blade with one move and beat those four like this! What vicious methods! What superb martial arts! But people say you can’t eat two steamed buns in one bite. Injuring five enemies with one move—for you yourself, the taste isn’t pleasant either, is it? Why show off… You’re also injured. Today just obediently hand over the Green Enchantment, and I can let you die quickly. Otherwise—” he said sinisterly, “I’ll drag you back, slice you to pieces, and brew you in elixir recipes to drink as wine!”
The corners of Tang Lici’s lips curved slightly upward. The blood-stained copper flute was held in his hand, the fresh blood naturally sliding down the flute body, one drop, two drops… With a “whoosh,” a short knife thrust toward his ribs. The blade flashed, instantly cutting horizontally, stabbing diagonally, point-thrusting, chopping down, and picking outward—five changes executed in one breath with howling sounds filling the sky. The cowhide-winged people who had just fallen got up again stumbling and staggering, shouting loudly as they slashed with horizontal knives.
Blade shadows flickered, human figures like rainbows.
A soft “pa” sound.
An arrow shot through the night sky—a black arrow, silent and soundless, like a bird returning at night.
The bird passed without sound. In the night sky, only splashing blood flowers.
Wei Beiyin laughed heartily, “Hahaha… didn’t expect it, did you? Tonight for the Green Enchantment, we really—” His words stopped abruptly. With a muffled “thud,” he fell forward, a large pool of blood seeping out beneath him. “Thud, thud”—four consecutive sounds as the four cowhide-winged people behind fell to the ground again. This time, all five lay quietly on the ground. The official road far from the imperial palace was covered with fresh blood. A brand-new white pearl-embroidered cloud shoe stepped in the blood. The night wind blew gently. A tuft of Wei Beiyin’s disheveled hair floated down, entangling around the shoe’s sole. The shoe lifted slightly, then stepped down, trampling that tuft of disheveled hair together with the fresh blood underfoot.
“I said…” The person who trampled Wei Beiyin’s disheveled hair under his shoe faced away from the tree where the dark arrow had been shot, his tone very calm, almost gentle, “I am the best in the world.”
Wind blew through leaves with soft rustling sounds. In this instant, there was already no one in the large tree behind him.
The enemy had already left. Tang Lici stood quietly on the official road covered with corpses. A black short arrow was embedded in his left back. The arrow was poisoned, but after being struck, he had pierced Wei Beiyin’s heart with one move, then broke the necks of four cowhide-winged people with another.
Tang Lici’s white robes were splattered with very little blood. When the gentle breeze came, they still appeared elegant and ethereal.
He pulled out the arrow that had shot into his back, wiped the blood from the copper flute on Wei Beiyin’s body, and slowly departed along the way he had come.