This old woman before is clearly at an absolute disadvantage, yet she remains so stubborn and self-assured, where she finds the courage is truly beyond .
Thus, Shi Feiyang harnessed the Seventh Realm of the Bright Jade Technique, and in an instant, his aura surged explosively like a volcanic eruption.
His True Qi surged through him like a torrent of rushing rivers, forming a massive vortex of True Qi.
The vortex was like a mysterious and profound black hole, emitting a powerful suction force, as if it wanted to swallow everything around it completely.
The Small Flying Sabers sent by Li Qiushui were pulled by an invisible hand the mont they approached Shi Feiyang, sucked into the True Qi vortex. The flying sabers spun rapidly in the vortex, colliding with each other, emitting a clanging sound like a cacophonous tallic symphony, and it wasn’t long before they were twisted into a bundle of scrap tal.
Seeing this, Li Qiushui’s face instantly turned as pale as paper.
She never imagined that this seemingly young man in front of her actually possessed such profound and powerful Inner Power.
A flash of terror passed through her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness and unwillingness.
She couldn’t accept defeat at the hands of a young man like this, this strong unwillingness, like a blazing fla, completely consud her remaining sanity.
She roared again, the sound shrill and desperate, her hands moving faster and more urgently, as if possessed.
More Small Flying Sabers ca flying out of her hands, densely packed like black raindrops, overwhelming Shi Feiyang in a torrential wave.
However, these flying sabers, upon nearing Shi Feiyang’s True Qi vortex, were like moths to a fla, similarly drawn in without exception.
Shi Feiyang looked at Li Qiushui’s despairing and mad gaze, feeling a surge of pity. He knew well that this woman was blinded by hatred, completely losing her reason. So, he decided to put an end to her suffering and conclude this pointless duel.
At that mont, "Divine Archer" Miao nlong and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhiru arrived on the scene like two teors.
Miao nlong moved with the agility of a leopard and the nimbleness of a monkey. He swiftly drew the strong bowstring of his bow, placing an arrow upon it; under the faint light, the arrow glead coldly.
His gaze was focused and resolute, and in that mont, the entire world seed to stop turning, leaving only him and his target—Li Qiushui.
He aid at Li Qiushui and shouted, "Fire!" His voice was like the tolling of a great bell, reverberating through the air around.
The arrow shot out like a teor, tearing through the sky with an overwhelming force, enough to rend the air itself.
Where the arrow passed, it left a faint afterimage, an astonishing sight.
anwhile, Shan Zhi was not to be outdone.
His hands moved swiftly in the air like nimble butterflies, as if weaving elegant and deadly arcs.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," the Plum Blossom Darts flew densely toward Li Qiushui like snowflakes, enveloping her in a shower of silver light.
Each Plum Blossom Dart flashed with a cold light, imbued with Shan Zhi’s superb hidden weapon skills and powerful Inner Strength, flying toward Li Qiushui’s vital points.
Li Qiushui’s expression changed drastically to frost upon seeing this.
She stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to evade the dense rain of attacks, but it was already too late.
The arrows and Plum Blossom Darts poured onto her like a tempest, piercing her body instantly, leaving it riddled with holes like a porcupine bristling with quills. She died with wide eyes, incapable of accepting this brutal end even in death. Ultimately, she fell backward into the abyss below the cliff, her figure disappearing instantly into the vast world, as if she had never existed, leaving only silent desolation behind.
The other mbers of the sects and gangs, seeing the tide turn, scattered in panic like startled birds.
In front of the simple cave of the Hengshan Sect, apart from Shi Feiyang, Miao nlong, Shan Zhi, and a few others, only the bodies strewn across the ground remained.
These bodies were scattered and incomplete, with blood staining the ground red, like a bloody Xiuluo Scene.
The cold wind was still howling, like a roaring beast raging through the mountains, emitting a mournful wail, as if playing a sorrowful elegy for this brutal and bloody battle. Fallen leaves swirling in the wind contrasted with the blood-stained ground, adding a sense of desolate grief.
Shi Feiyang gazed towards the direction of the cave where Yili disappeared, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance. How he wished to enter the cave once more, to see Yili’s flower-like face and hear her gentle voice.
However, he knew that all of this could only be a luxury.
The disciples of the Hengshan Sect, with complex emotions, slowly walked out of the cave and began transporting the bodies for burial.
The emotions in their eyes, the relief of surviving the ordeal and the deep mourning for their fallen comrades intertwined, each step taken heavy and slow.
So disciples, while carrying bodies, couldn’t help but sob quietly, tears sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground; others bit their lips, suppressing their grief, their eyes revealing anger and helplessness at the conflict.
Shi Feiyang stood still, his gaze sweeping slowly around him, his heart like a jar of mixed emotions overturned. Though this sudden fierce conflict had temporarily subsided, he was keenly aware that the deep waters of the Jianghu would never truly settle.
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