At the entrance to Liu Manor.
Zuo Lengchan and Whiteboard Fiend arrived with murderous force.
The moment they reached the gates of Liu Manor, their eyes were drawn to the two halves of a corpse hanging from the flagpole outside.
The severed corpse was none other than Qinghai One-Eyed Owl, who had died beneath Su Chen's blade.
"This... is my disciple, Qinghai One-Eyed Owl."
Whiteboard Fiend recognized the corpse at a glance, and rage immediately surged within him.
"Damn it! You dared to kill my disciple! No matter who did this, I'll tear him into ten thousand pieces!"
Seeing Qinghai One-Eyed Owl's corpse, Zuo Lengchan was stunned for several seconds as well.
He had not expected Qinghai One-Eyed Owl to die at Liu Manor.
Then, a cold smile curled across his lips.
"Qinghai One-Eyed Owl is actually dead. Still, this isn't bad."
"His only disciple died at the hands of Liu Zhengfeng and the others. Whiteboard Fiend will certainly fly into a rage and fight even harder."
"Today, neither Liu Zhengfeng nor that black-clad saber wielder will leave alive."
Whiteboard Fiend's reaction was exactly as Zuo Lengchan had expected.
He stared at Qinghai One-Eyed Owl's corpse, fury flickering across his face.
As a genuine figure of the unorthodox path, he had never cared for rules or righteousness.
Thus, he did not truly care all that much whether this disciple lived or died.
However, Qinghai One-Eyed Owl was his disciple, and in a sense, represented his reputation.
Now that Qinghai One-Eyed Owl had been killed, it was no different from slapping him across the face.
That was why Whiteboard Fiend was so enraged.
In his fury, he attacked at once. He struck out with his palm, stirring gusts of sinister wind laced with a thick stench of blood.
The palm force smashed Liu Manor's gates into fragments.
Then, he charged straight into Liu Manor.
Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan's sneer deepened.
He waved his hand and shouted, "Kill them! Leave no one in Liu Manor alive!"
As his words fell, Zuo Lengchan drew his broadsword and led the Songshan Sect members into Liu Manor.
Zuo Lengchan and his men storming into Liu Manor marked the official beginning of this great battle.
The various outside factions, including Xiang Wentian and Tong Baixiong, also arrived near Liu Manor to watch the battle unfold.
Within Liu Manor, Liu Zhengfeng and the others naturally heard the commotion at the gates.
Without another word, they immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the entrance.
At that moment, Whiteboard Fiend took the lead and charged into the courtyard.
Upon seeing Liu Zhengfeng and the others, he demanded, "Who killed my disciple?"
Hearing those words and seeing his highly distinctive face,
Liu Zhengfeng and Mo Da immediately understood.
The man before them was the Whiteboard Fiend Su Chen had mentioned.
Without further words, the two attacked directly.
Liu Zhengfeng held his longsword and charged forward.
His opening move was a killing technique—the Hengshan Sect's inherited sword art, the Thirteen Forms of Hengshan Cloud Mist, Ever-Changing and Thousand-Illusory.
This sword art was one of the Hengshan Sect's three supreme techniques. It emphasized speed like lightning and a truth as dreamlike and illusory as phantoms.
In Liu Zhengfeng's hands, it displayed tremendous power.
Mo Da also drew his erhu bow, and waves of mournful, sobbing music drifted outward.
"Sword hidden within music, sword unleashed with music."
Those eight words were enough to summarize Mo Da's martial arts.
At that moment, he used the music to drive his Sword Qi.
Endless killing intent lay hidden within the bleak melody.
No matter who it was, no one could take the combined assault of two Minor Grandmasters lightly.
However, this time, their opponent was Whiteboard Fiend, a true Grandmaster Realm expert.
"Overestimating yourselves."
Whiteboard Fiend snorted coldly and suddenly thrust his massive right palm forward.
He caught Liu Zhengfeng's incoming longsword directly in his hand.
The treasured sword forged from refined steel could not even cut through Whiteboard Fiend's fleshy palm.
Liu Zhengfeng's expression changed drastically.
Before he could react, Whiteboard Fiend twisted his hand with force.
In an instant, the longsword twisted into the shape of a corkscrew.
At the same time, his left palm shot forward.
A foul-smelling palm wind burst forth.
The Sword Qi driven by Mo Da's music was effortlessly scattered by the rancid palm wind.
"Grandmaster!"
These two words suddenly flashed through Mo Da's mind.
His heart sank at once.
Yet Whiteboard Fiend gave the two of them no more time to react.
His aura surged outward as his Grandmaster Realm cultivation erupted with full force.
In an instant, Mo Da and Liu Zhengfeng were sent flying backwards.
At their very first exchange, the two had fallen into an absolute disadvantage.
Seeing this, Yue Buqun and Qu Yang's expressions turned incomparably grave.
Before they had even met Zuo Lengchan himself, they had already suffered such a crushing defeat.
Today's battle would likely be difficult every step of the way.
At that moment, Zuo Lengchan also led his men into the courtyard.
He happened to witness Whiteboard Fiend driving Mo Da and Liu Zhengfeng back.
He could not help but laugh loudly. "Hahaha! Overestimating yourselves. With the strength of you two, trying to deal with a Grandmaster expert is nothing but a fool's dream."
Hearing this, aside from Mo Da, who had already realized Whiteboard Fiend was a Grandmaster expert,
Liu Zhengfeng, Yue Buqun, and Qu Yang were all shocked.
The three stared at Whiteboard Fiend together, their hearts filled with alarm.
"There's actually another Grandmaster expert."
"If Zuo Lengchan is included, the Songshan side has two Grandmaster experts."
Realizing this, the three of them felt their hearts sink completely.
Two Grandmasters and ten Minor Grandmasters—how were they supposed to fight this?
Zuo Lengchan's gaze swept across Liu Zhengfeng and the others.
Seeing their frightened expressions, the sneer on Zuo Lengchan's lips grew increasingly obvious.
"Where is the black-clad saber wielder who killed my junior brother?"
Zuo Lengchan demanded coldly.
However, Mo Da and the others merely glared back at him. Not one of them answered.
Zuo Lengchan's face immediately darkened.
"Good. You're all tough bones. I like crushing tough bones the most."
With that, he waved his hand. Yue Hou and the others behind him immediately rushed forward, preparing to kill Mo Da and the other four.
But at that moment, a crisp saber cry rang out.
Immediately afterward, a terrifying blade light shot out from behind Mo Da and the other four.
Yue Hou and the others were caught off guard and found themselves directly beneath the blade light.
Zuo Lengchan reacted quickly. He immediately realized that the blade light came from that black-clad saber wielder.
And that saber wielder was very likely in the Grandmaster Realm.
His junior brothers probably could not withstand it.
That thought flashed through his mind, and Zuo Lengchan immediately stepped forward, shielding Yue Hou and the others. He swung his broadsword and unleashed a stream of Sword Qi, preparing to block the blade light for them.
The blade light and Sword Qi collided.
It was like hot iron cutting through butter.
The Sword Qi Zuo Lengchan had unleashed was effortlessly cleaved apart by the blade light.
After breaking through the Sword Qi, the blade light still retained its power and continued driving forward.
"Senior brother's Sword Qi was broken!"
Yue Hou and the others were all startled. This result far exceeded their expectations.
Zuo Lengchan frowned, his gaze solemn.
Before he had even seen that black-clad saber wielder, he had already lost a minor exchange.
Zuo Lengchan, who had always held himself in high regard, found such a result difficult to accept.
However, he had no time to dwell on it. The blade light was still a threat.
He wielded his broadsword again and unleashed four more streams of Sword Qi in succession.
Only then did he successfully stop the blade light.
Although he had stopped it, there was not the slightest joy on Zuo Lengchan's face.
Five streams of Sword Qi had offset one blade light. Did that not mean the black-clad saber wielder was even stronger than him?
In truth, Su Chen had only just advanced into the Grandmaster Realm. In terms of cultivation, he was still somewhat inferior to Zuo Lengchan, an established Grandmaster.
However, the true qi of his fifth-layer Hundun Treasure Mirror was astonishingly high in quality.
That was why this slash possessed such terrifying killing power.
Zuo Lengchan did not know any of this. He only thought Su Chen's cultivation was above his own.
His previously relaxed mood became grave as well.
Just as he was about to say something,
At that moment,
A black-clad figure leaped out from behind Mo Da and the other four. It was Su Chen.
After appearing, Su Chen did not say a word. Ring-Pommel Saber in hand, he charged directly at Zuo Lengchan.
His attacks were ruthless and merciless. He slashed out again and again, and within the span of a few breaths, six blade lights filled the air.
Zuo Lengchan did not even have time to react before the blade lights came crashing down upon him.
Left with no choice, he swallowed the words he had been about to say and raised his sword to meet the attack first.
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