"Young master, what should we do with these people?" Huayue stepped forward and suddenly felt sothing was off and changed her words, "Miss."
However, the word "Miss" felt strange as it left her lips.
"Forget it, you better call Young master." Han Yan said.
Suddenly transforming from the capital’s number one playboy young master to the number one playboy young mistress, not only Huayue felt weird, even she herself felt odd.
"Let’s just burn it all, to avoid future troubles." Zirong said.
Zirong’s words were exactly what Han Yan wanted, although Gui Yu Ye had already self-destructed his divine soul, with Fourth Miss Zhao’s precedent, she did not want a resurrection scenario. Burning it clean was the safest option.
"I’ll go." Upon seeing Han Yan nod, Huayue quickly stepped forward.
Swordsn hold their dignity, such a task is better left to them, to avoid sullying Han Yan’s hands, especially since they now knew Han Yan was disguised as a man.
Casually smashing the wooden door and throwing it above the altar, Huayue set the fire alight.
Han Yan and the others retreated from the ancestral hall, watching as the fire gradually consud Gui Yu Mie’s lifeless corpse.
"Watch out!" Just then, Han Yan suddenly sensed a familiar aura, exclaid in alarm, and swung a sword at Gui Yu Ye.
Simultaneously, Ye Lanfeng also swung a sword.
The dazzling sword lights intertwined, unleashing a breaking force.
And amidst these sword lights, a silver mask appeared suddenly, avoiding the combined attack of the two swordsn narrowly, grabbing Gui Yu Mie’s body amidst the flas, and soaring in the opposite direction.
"Stay!" Ye Lanfeng swung out another sword.
Clearly, Ye Lanfeng was also provoked, this sword was even stronger than the previous one.
The man stopped briefly, and countered with a sword swing.
Two swords collided, like a thunderclap.
Ye Lanfeng’s body paused, shockingly being forced back two steps.
The man also staggered back a few steps, clearly slightly injured.
The incident was sudden, no one expected others were hiding here, nor did they anticipate his imnse strength. In a hurry, he blocked Ye Lanfeng’s sword, only to suffer a slight injury, also forcing Ye Lanfeng back several steps.
Huayue and others reacted quickly, simultaneously drawing long swords, intending to seize the opportunity to attack.
"Stop!" Just then, Han Yan and Ye Lanfeng shouted.
With just one glance, Han Yan recognized him as the one who rescued Zhao Lingxian at the Flying Peak. His hem embroidered with a curved river, a bizarre long sword stabbing the river, and the silver blood upon it was far too distinctive and eerie, unforgettable after seeing once.
Though never having crossed swords, Han Yan knew his strength was not sothing Huayue and others could contend with.
This man just saved Zhao Lingxian and forcibly took Gui Yu Ye’s corpse, what is his background, what is his purpose? Han Yan puzzledly looked at the man.
As Han Yan was perplexed, Ye Lanfeng’s stone-breaking, sky-shattering words stunned her even more.
"It’s indeed you!" Ye Lanfeng looked at the man and slowly said.
Upon hearing Ye Lanfeng’s words, everyone showed a shocked expression: could it be that Ye Lanfeng actually knew this person?
"You’ve mistaken ." The masked man fell silent montarily, then spoke in a low, indifferent tone.
"At the ti, even though I was in a spatial rift, I still sensed your presence, initially thinking it was an illusion, but it turned out to be you." Ye Lanfeng evidently did not believe it, insisting.
"I said, you’ve mistaken ." The masked man slightly shook his head.
Ye Lanfeng said no more and suddenly stabbed with a sword.
This sword was so sudden, so swift! Completely beyond everyone’s expectations.
Even Han Yan wondered if his conversation was rely to disorient the man’s ntal state, seizing the chance for a sneak attack.
However, with her understanding of Ye Lanfeng, he should disdain using such despicable ans, right?
Huayue and others were also stunned, with the sa suspicion as Han Yan, yet the sa denial.
As Han Yan and the others were utterly shocked, utterly puzzled, the bright sword light had reached the masked man’s front, aiming directly at his heart ridian.
Both in speed, power, angle, this sword was flawless, Ye Lanfeng’s Sword Saint Realm cultivation fully deployed in this mont.
Huayue and others instantly broke into cold sweat, although this sword wasn’t aid at them, at this mont, they still sensed an intense threat of death, mind shaken by the sword.
Not even considering them, even Han Yan’s palm was slightly sweaty. Honestly speaking, even as a forr Sword Saint herself, she definitely couldn’t avoid this sword. Han Yan even wondered, unprepared, even her grandfather Mu Beichen couldn’t possibly evade it.
This sword, perfect and sudden! Although rely the simplest direct stab, precisely due to its simplicity, it pushed the Thousand-breaking Sword’s sharpness and killing intent to the limit, blocking all escape routes for the opponent.
Huayue and the others seed to already see the masked man getting pierced through the heart, his eyes filled with resentnt before falling and dying.
Unquestionably, he’s also a Sword Saint Realm master, yet so cleanly defeated by Ye Lanfeng’s sword, even Huayue and others felt sorry for him.
Alas, the turn of events often surprises.
Just as everyone thought the masked man would certainly die, a long sword pierced out at an unbelievable angle, the sharp tip accurately blocking his heart ridian.
"Ding," a crisp sound echoed, the tips of two long swords clashing, sparking a few sparks.
The sword bodies simultaneously recoiled and suddenly bounced back, Ye Lanfeng and the masked man both stepped back two steps.
Han Yan and Huayue were all stunned, Ye Lanfeng’s attack was perfect, yet the opponent’s defense was even more perfect, perfect as if practiced hundreds of thousands of tis.
"It really is you." Ye Lanfeng gazed at the masked man for a long ti, solemnly said. The sound seed to contain countless emotions impossible to fathom.
This ti, the masked man said nothing, rely coldly stared into Ye Lanfeng’s eyes, then abruptly soared into the distance.
Ye Lanfeng raised his longsword again, but looking at the person’s departing silhouette, ultimately did not strike.
Han Yan also slowly sheathed her longsword, knowing her strength couldn’t keep this man.
Huayue and others looked at each other, unsure whether to pursue or not.
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