Conflict of Different Ideals

Han Fei, holding the Broken Sword upside down, charged directly at He Xiong.

As soon as Han Fei moved, Qi Xuanxuan flicked her left hand, and five Spirit Burst Bombs flew out in a fan shape.

Rumble, violent spiritual energy shockwaves spread out in all directions.

Han Fei raised a finger to his chest with his left hand, and his figure instantly disappeared.

Boom, the explosions forced He Xiong and the others to dodge backward. At the same time, three with lower cultivation couldn't dodge in time and were hit by the Spirit Burst Bombs. Their spiritual energy became chaotic, rendering them unable to fight for at least half an hour.

He Xiong, who was retreating, suddenly felt spiritual energy fluctuations above him.

He looked up slightly and saw Han Fei smiling.

"Broken Sword Slash!"

Swish, He Xiong only saw a dark black sword light rapidly descend. He crossed the two short knives in his hands above his head to block Han Fei's powerful downward slash.

Clang, the two short knives couldn't withstand the downward slash of the Broken Sword. The moment they made contact, the two short knives broke into four pieces.

Swish, a flash of golden light flickered and disappeared, and He Xiong's body instantly froze in place.

After the strike, Han Fei didn't even look at He Xiong, whom he had just killed, but instead passed over him, and the Broken Sword in his hand swept horizontally.

"Annihilation!"

Whoosh, an extremely beautiful sword light spread out in a fan shape.

This sword light was not elegant, but it possessed the powerful sword energy of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art. Moreover, the sword energy grew larger and larger, and the sword light looked more and more solid.

As this sword light swept out, He Xiong's standing body slowly slumped to the ground. In just one move, this expert of the fifth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm was killed by Han Fei.

This scene made the other four feel a sense of grief. Where the hell was this the strength of someone in the first level of the Spirit Gathering Realm?

Seeing He Xiong become a corpse, the four were filled with despair. They were like brothers, and now He Xiong had died right in front of them. The four immediately stopped in their tracks.

Looking at the expanding sword light, the four simultaneously circulated their spiritual energy and blocked Han Fei's Annihilation.

Clang clang clang, just as the four blocked Han Fei's sword light and were preparing for a four-on-one fight, the sound of metal colliding came from beneath their feet.

The four looked down and saw two golden metal spheres rolling to their feet.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, countless steel needles shot out from the metal spheres simultaneously, piercing the legs of the four.

Although these metal steel needles were small, the force with which they shot out from the metal spheres was not low at all. Most importantly, these steel needles were imbued with spiritual energy, capable of easily breaking through spiritual energy defenses.

Unless one was wearing inner armor or had an extremely strong physique, they would definitely be injured by these steel needles, with nowhere to even hide.

Han Fei looked at the four people slowly falling to the ground in front of him and turned back in surprise, "What, what is this thing? It's so powerful?"

Qi Xuanxuan picked up the two metal spheres with a smug look and put them away. Only then did she say to Han Fei, "This Magic Treasure is called Baptism of Rain. It's a low-grade item. This thing only works when you catch them off guard. In a head-on battle, this thing is useless."

Han Fei understood this point. After all, this thing was too obvious. If you threw it at someone, they wouldn't be foolish enough to stand still and wait for you to shoot needles.

But if this Magic Treasure was thrown into a crowd, it would be interesting. It was simply the ultimate killing weapon in a group battle.

The four clutched their legs, groaning in pain.

Qi Xuanxuan, holding the Azure Spirit Sword, swept through them with her sword, killing all four Martial Artists. At the same time, she didn't let go of those injured by the Spirit Burst Bombs, killing them all.

At this moment, Han Fei frowned, as if seeing Qi Xuanxuan for the first time. He had never imagined that Qi Xuanxuan could also have such a ruthless side.

After killing the four, this A-rank mission was considered complete. Han Fei decided to let the remaining rebels go.

However, Qi Xuanxuan didn't seem willing to let them go. Qi Xuanxuan was exceptionally bloodthirsty today. Before Han Fei could speak, she took the initiative to chase after the remaining dozen or so people with the Azure Spirit Sword.

These people were already terrified, how could they possibly fight Qi Xuanxuan? They tried their best to escape.

The people scattered and ran, and Qi Xuanxuan chased after them, as if they were her sworn enemies.

Han Fei stepped forward and hugged Qi Xuanxuan, preventing her from chasing.

Qi Xuanxuan was stunned, "What, what are you hugging me for? Don't let them escape."

Han Fei: "Xuanxuan, let's just forget it. Our mission isn't about them."

Qi Xuanxuan turned around abruptly, "Killing them isn't part of the mission, so they aren't rebels? They all betrayed the sect. That alone makes them unforgivable."

Han Fei said, "So you can kill them indiscriminately? These people no longer show any killing intent towards us. Besides, I don't know if they betrayed the sect. I don't even know why we have to kill them. The mission only said they were rebels, not the specific reason."

Qi Xuanxuan put away the Azure Spirit Sword and stopped arguing with Han Fei.

Han Fei also knew that he had spoken too harshly. Qi Xuanxuan's father was the Sect Master of the Tianyuan Divine Sect. The Tianyuan Divine Sect was her home, so her hatred for these rebels was understandable.

Qi Xuanxuan walked out of the valley first. Han Fei couldn't stop her, but he couldn't leave the spoils of war on the ground.

First, he collected the storage bags of the five people and the more than a dozen bodies that Qi Xuanxuan had finished off. He collected their storage bags as well.

The only one who survived among these people was the two-meter-tall strong man who had attacked first.

Han Fei walked up to the strong man and slowly squatted down.

The strong man was terrified, "No, don't kill me, please don't kill me."

Han Fei said, "I won't kill you, but tell me why the Tianyuan Divine Sect listed He Xiong as a rebel? You should know this, right?"

The strong man hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know either."

Han Fei sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? You're at the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. Without enough chips to buy you over, would you be willing to be someone's subordinate?"

Han Fei revealed a hint of killing intent as he spoke.

The burly man hurriedly said, "Senior Brother He Xiong might have stolen something from the Digui Peak's chief disciple, which is why it was listed as an S-rank mission by the Digui Peak's chief disciple, right? Does the mission require retrieving the storage bags of He Xiong and his four companions?"

Han Fei was taken aback; the final requirement of the mission was indeed to retrieve the storage bags of He Xiong and his four companions.

"Hand over your storage bag."

The burly man immediately grinned.

"What? You're unwilling?"

The burly man slowly took out his storage bag and removed his mark.

Han Fei took the storage bag and carefully inspected it. Besides Spirit Stones, there were only a few sets of clothes. After confirming nothing was missed, he returned the storage bag to the burly man.

Han Fei was mainly afraid that a treasure might be overlooked.

After Han Fei left, the burly man almost cried out. In the entire Hidden Dragon Abyss, he was the only one who survived besides those who escaped, and he hadn't lost much in terms of wealth.

Han Fei walked out of the Hidden Dragon Abyss, but Qi Xuanxuan's figure was nowhere to be seen. He had no choice but to send her a sound transmission talisman, but Qi Xuanxuan didn't reply.

He sighed, "She might really be angry this time."

The thought of angering Qi Xuanxuan gave Han Fei a headache.

Suddenly, not far from the Hidden Dragon Abyss, a violent sound erupted, followed by a series of spiritual energy explosions.

Han Fei's eyes narrowed, and he looked towards the south of the Hidden Dragon Abyss, only a few hundred meters away.

"Xuanxuan..."

Han Fei didn't have time to think and quickly rushed towards the southern area.

At this moment, on the plain south of the Hidden Dragon Abyss, an earth-shattering battle was unfolding.

However, the combatants had nothing to do with Qi Xuanxuan.

One wore a white robe and held a slightly curved saber. The other wore a blue tight-fitting outfit and wielded a sword, fighting fiercely with the white-robed expert.

Although it was a plain, large parts of it were now almost completely destroyed.

Han Fei arrived at the edge of the plain and realized it wasn't Qi Xuanxuan, which put his mind at ease. He had been too anxious earlier and hadn't paid close attention. The aftershocks of their battle were more destructive than the power of someone in the Spirit Gathering Realm, so how could it be Qi Xuanxuan?

He let out a breath and carefully watched their fight.

"What kind of cultivator is this, to possess such destructive power? Are they in the Martial Origin Realm?"

Fuxi shook his head, "A bit weaker than your Sect Master, about the same as your so-called chief disciple."

Han Fei: "Chief disciple? Martial Soul Realm?"

Han Fei knew that the chief disciples of the Thirty-Three Peaks were all Martial Soul Realm experts, one level higher than the Martial Origin Realm. As for the specific cultivation within the Martial Soul Realm, Han Fei was not very clear.

"With such high cultivation, why are they fighting in the East Continent Empire? It's quite unbelievable."

Chiyou: "Why are you concerned about why they're fighting? Just watch them properly. Watching high-level Martial Artists in action can only benefit you, not harm you."