Thank you for the Dragon Mang June Protection

After Han Fei's cold shout, the surroundings seemed to have calmed down a lot.

From the dense forest across the road, a masked man in black emerged, followed by twenty to thirty subordinates. Simultaneously, in the dense forest on Han Fei's side, another twenty to thirty men in black appeared, sandwiching the two between them.

Han Fei glanced over. The lowest cultivation among these people was Tenth Level of the Innate Realm, and there were even a few experts at the Second Level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. The leader, in particular, had a cultivation of the Third Level of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

"Han Fei, it truly is a case of 'a scholar three days hence deserves a new look.'"

Han Fei stood frozen on the spot: "This voice? Wang Rui?"

The leader in black removed his mask. It was Wang Rui, who had been rescued three years ago.

Daoist Sanyuan had already told Han Fei about this. When Han Fei entered the Inner Court, someone had rescued Wang Rui under the cover of night, and he had disappeared without a trace for three years.

He hadn't expected Wang Rui to remain nearby, lingering around the Tianyuan Mountain Range, and to have gathered so many "experts."

Han Fei: "You were in the Tianyuan Mountain Range just to wait for me?"

Wang Rui smiled: "The most dangerous place is the safest. As for why I'm here, naturally, someone informed me."

Even if Han Fei were slower on the uptake, he would have known by now that there was an inside mole in the Mission Hall who had informed Wang Rui about Qi Xuanxuan accepting the mission, which was why he appeared here.

As soon as Wang Rui finished speaking, Qi Xuanxuan, who was behind Han Fei, suddenly leaped up.

"Why waste your breath talking to him? What do you want with a bunch of trash? To kill us both? Or capture us alive?

As she spoke, Qi Xuanxuan swung her sword.

Swish, the sword energy weaved and shifted left and right.

Wang Rui sneered: "Dragon Slaying Sword Art? No matter how it changes direction or form, its ultimate target is still me. This move has too many flaws."

Saying that, Wang Rui moved three meters to the left.

The sword light flew past Wang Rui's side and then shot upwards.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't know if Wang Rui's strength had increased or if he had thoroughly studied the characteristics of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art's moves. In any case, the second form of Qi Xuanxuan's Dragon Slaying Sword Art had not caused Wang Rui any damage.

Then, Wang Rui pointed his right hand at Han Fei and the two of them, saying: "Try to capture the woman alive, the man can be killed at will."

The surrounding black-clothed experts immediately charged towards the two, with Qi Xuanxuan leading the charge straight into the crowd of black-clothed figures.

Sword light raged, and sword energy continuously flew out from the gaps in the crowd.

Black-clothed figures kept falling. Although their cultivation wasn't low, the highest among them was only the Second Level of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

Qi Xuanxuan was now at the peak of the Fourth Level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. Let alone killing those with lower cultivation, with Qi Xuanxuan's combat power, killing martial artists of the same level was like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Han Fei had also engaged the black-clothed experts on his side. However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. The opponent clearly intended to use a war of attrition to make up for the difference in strength.

The more people were killed, the more appeared to fill their places. Moreover, these people used the martial arts and cultivation techniques of the Tianyuan Divine Sect, and they were relatively familiar with the abilities of the two, so the longer they fought, the more strenuous it became.

Qi Xuanxuan's spiritual energy was more than half depleted. She had killed more than a dozen experts and was panting slightly.

Wang Rui flew up, pointing his long sword at Qi Xuanxuan. The tip of the sword was only an inch away from Xuanxuan's chest.

Han Fei immediately threw out the Broken Sword in his hand.

The Broken Sword turned into a beam of light, striking Wang Rui's sword.

Clang, Wang Rui's long sword snapped. His sword was only a mid-grade Treasure Artifact, far inferior to the Houtian Spirit Treasure, the Broken Sword.

Although the sword body was broken by the Broken Sword, the remaining half still posed a considerable threat to Qi Xuanxuan.

Furthermore, affected by inertia, the remaining half of the broken sword still flew towards Qi Xuanxuan.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly. His figure disappeared instantly. When Han Fei reappeared, he was already in front of Wang Rui, catching the other half of the spinning broken sword with his bare right hand.

Puchi, the sword tip pierced Wang Rui's right chest. Han Fei's arm exerted force, pushing Wang Rui backward.

The broken sword, which had reached Qi Xuanxuan's chest, slowly moved away.

At this moment, blood was already flowing from Han Fei's hand gripping the sword blade.

Han Fei's eyes narrowed in anger: "You can kill me, but you can't kill her?"

Qi Xuanxuan's expression faltered, and ripples stirred within her heart.

Han Fei stained his left index finger with a drop of blood from the sword. Simultaneously, he circulated his spiritual energy in his left hand. When the spiritual energy merged with Han Fei's blood, the cyan spiritual energy instantly turned blood-red.

"Blood Qi Judgment"

Boom, a powerful shockwave erupted from Han Fei's left hand, blasting Wang Rui away in a fan shape. At the same time, all the black-clothed men in the path of the blood-colored energy wave were sent flying.

Their clothes on their backs were torn by the powerful inertia, and their vitality disappeared while they were still in mid-air.

In just one strike, half of the black-clothed men were killed, and Wang Rui was also severely injured.

If his cultivation wasn't so high, if he wasn't wearing inner armor, if he didn't have defensive measures, this strike would have been enough to cost him his life twice over.

Of course, even though he didn't die, he was shocked into losing his combat effectiveness. Furthermore, his right chest was pierced by half of his own sword, and it would take more than ten days or half a month to recover.

Pfft, Wang Rui spat out a mouthful of blood mist, lying on the ground gasping for breath.

After this strike, the black-clothed men across the road were almost all dead, leaving fewer than twenty black-clothed assassins behind.

Han Fei's internal Blood Qi was also churning violently. He slightly turned his head, preparing to deal with the remaining black-clothed men.

Qi Xuanxuan beside him said urgently: "Your hand is bleeding, are you alright?"

Han Fei shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, a cold wind suddenly struck from behind him, and a soft sword flashing with cold light was about to hit him.

Han Fei hurriedly pushed Qi Xuanxuan away. At the same time, he drew the Broken Sword into his hand and spun his wrist, making the sword body draw circles as it stabbed out, entangling the soft sword entirely.

The man in black released the soft sword. The soft sword, under the force of the spin, rotated rapidly, almost causing Han Fei to lose his grip on the Broken Sword.

The man in black then appeared in front of Han Fei empty-handed, circulating spiritual energy in his palm and striking fiercely at Han Fei.

Han Fei had no time to use any martial skills, so he could only mobilize his spiritual energy and exchange a palm strike with the man in black.

Bang! Han Fei was caught off guard and was sent flying backward more than ten meters, crashing into a giant tree, a mouthful of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"So strong."

This was Han Fei's first impression. The man opposite him had at least the cultivation of the sixth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. His spiritual energy alone completely overwhelmed Han Fei, and he was also very familiar with Han Fei's moves and martial skills. He even knew Han Fei's habits very well.

It was at this moment that Han Fei finally saw the man who had attacked him – it was Fu Jiahao, who had been missing for over three years.

"It's you...?"

Fu Jiahao: "Yes, it's me. Aren't you surprised to see me?"

Han Fei: "You did all of this, didn't you? You saved Wang Rui too."

Fu Jiahao nodded in confirmation.

Qi Xuanxuan, who was beside them, also looked astonished. "Fu Jiahao, how dare you show up here? Don't you know you're already an S-class wanted criminal?"

Fu Jiahao spread his hands. "So what? Junior Sister, wait for me here. I'll send him on his way first, and then we can catch up."

With that, Fu Jiahao raised his soft sword, flipped his body, and flew up, thrusting directly at Han Fei.

At this moment, Han Fei's Blood Essence was affected, making it difficult to move. However, he was prepared and intended to use all his trump cards. Even the tattoos on his body began to glow faintly with a bloody light.

Just as the soft sword was about to reach Han Fei, another black-clothed figure, who was relatively slender, appeared.

Judging by her build alone, this person was a woman, but she was also wearing a mask, so Han Fei didn't recognize her.

A black longsword flicked away Fu Jiahao's soft sword and simultaneously kicked him in the chest, sending Fu Jiahao flying.

Fu Jiahao landed on the other side of the road, staring blankly at the black-clothed figure who had ruined his good deed.

"Before I get angry, take your people and get lost quickly."

The voice was extremely pleasant but not without threat, causing Fu Jiahao to tremble all over. Especially when he saw the woman's mask, Fu Jiahao was even more terrified. He quickly got up, pulled Wang Rui, and left with the surviving black-clothed men.

Han Fei blinked and looked at the retreating figure of the black-clothed woman, somewhat confused about her identity.

She seemed to have the same status as Fu Jiahao, but she didn't show any killing intent towards them. This made Han Fei find her difficult to fathom.

"Wh, what do you mean?" Han Fei thought to himself.

The woman never looked back, only tilting her head slightly to glance at Han Fei and the other person before turning and disappearing into the night.

Qi Xuanxuan rushed to Han Fei's side and fed him a golden pill.

As the pill went down, a warm current instantly filled his entire body, restoring Han Fei's depleted spiritual energy and Blood Essence.

"Do you know this woman?"

Han Fei shook his head. "No, I don't. Perhaps your father sent her to protect you?"

Qi Xuanxuan replied with an "Oh" and said nothing more.

Han Fei fell into deep thought. By the time morning arrived, he still hadn't figured out who this mysterious woman was.