Fierce Battle in the Brothel
Li Weiyi wasn't afraid of Yang Qingxi; what he feared was that if she escaped, would he ever have another perfect opportunity like tonight?
And capture Yang Yun as a hostage...
It's hard to say how much Yang Yun, Yang Qingxi's younger brother, means to her.
In a flash, Li Weiyi made a decision. His eyes were deep and dark as he strode toward the dark, abyss-like gate of Xianle Brothel, ignoring Yang Yun standing at the door.
Meanwhile, two Phoenix Wing Moth Emperor silently slipped out of the Insect Pouch at his waist.
Upon entering the room, Li Weiyi's senses were amplified.
Inside, it was abnormally dark; even the martial arts cultivator's magical eyes couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door closing behind me.
"Whoosh!"
A gauze lantern hanging from the beam was lit, illuminating the spacious hall that connected the four floors in a dim and shadowy light.
Li Weiyi stood in the center of the lobby.
There stood Yang ZhiYong, his tall and imposing figure holding a halberd, on the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor. A red carpet stretched out from beneath his feet all the way to the main entrance, as if it were a trap to lure the enemy into a Killing Trap.
Li Weiyi's heart skipped a beat, but she remained expressionless and turned to look behind her.
Yang Qingxi, dressed in a long black robe, personally closed the door.
Lock the door.
She turned around, stood in front of the door, and looked directly at Li Weiyi.
Under the crimson glow of the gauze lanterns on the roof beams, Yang Qingxi's Pure Immortal Body skin glowed with a hint of pink. Her figure, a head taller than that of an ordinary woman, stretched entirely onto her legs, creating a breathtakingly perfect proportion.
Li Weiyi could hear various faint sounds coming from the rooms on the fourth floor, and peeping eyes through the cracks in the windows... Clearly, there were quite a few people living in this brothel.
They're closing early tonight!
On the third-floor railing, a wooden chair sat a handsome figure with unparalleled elegance. His face was obscured, only the hands of a Pure Immortal Body martial artist were visible.
Holding the bamboo slips, he quietly read and contemplated them.
Li Weiyi sighed softly, "Is Young Lady testing me?"
Yang Qingxi sincerely exclaimed, "You're truly remarkable. To remain so calm under such circumstances at such a young age. But isn't it unnecessary to continue this act?"
Yang ZhiYong agreement. "Your Disguise Art is so well-practiced that it's almost flawless, a rarity in the world. But how could we not be wary of you after using it so many times? You shouldn't have disguised yourself as Yang Yue; I know him too well, including his walking posture and the subtle habits in his eyes."
Yang Qingxi said, "The wolf scouts planted by the Earth Wolf King Army have long been under my control, and they just came to report to me. Li Weiyi, are you underestimating my abilities, or overestimating yourself?"
"He truly deserves to be called the leader of the younger generation of the Sui Sect; his abilities and wisdom are outstanding."
Li Weiyi dispelled his Disguise Art, revealing his true appearance, and said, "I am deeply honored that Young Lady treats a low-level martial artist like myself with such respect."
Both Yang Qingxi and Yang ZhiYong felt a strange sensation.
It was clearly a situation where the other side was at a disadvantage, like fish on the chopping block or turtles in a jar, so why were they so calm? Where did their confidence come from?
Yang Qingxi flicked her arm, and a strange sword, as thin as a long needle, appeared in her hand, sharp and bright. "You don't think you can escape today? Or do you think the Earth Wolf King Army can rescue you from my hands?"
Li Weiyi faced her, his back to Yang ZhiYong: "Why are you in such a hurry, Young Lady? With the chief of Lizhou here, do you think I'll escape?"
Third floor railing edge.
Yao Qian, who was studying the obscure Ancient Script on the bamboo slips, glanced down and said, "To be able to guess it was me, that's quite impressive. He's a person with a calm mind and meticulous thinking, but he still lacks some experience. Let's take him down first!"
"Whoosh!"
Yang ZhiYong a step forward, his body leaping, and wisps of magical energy emanated from his mouth, nose, and the pores of his arms, flowing into the ten-foot-long battle halberd in his hand.
A deafening roar!
From the tip of the halberd, a blue-green beast head, as large as a house, burst forth, with sharp fangs and teeth.
Li Weiyi didn't even turn around. With a whoosh, he shifted his feet and appeared several meters above Yang ZhiYong in an unbelievable trajectory, standing briefly in mid-air.
"So fast... so eerie!"
Yang ZhiYong changed drastically.
Compared to the previous fierce battle in the alley, where he was able to completely suppress Li Weiyi, he now felt that his opponent had undergone a complete transformation and reached a level that he could not reach.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi took a step forward, and the energy from the sole of his foot burst forth, creating a powerful surge. He unleashed "Jade Cauldron Shakes Mountains and Rivers," one of the Chan Sect Twelve Loose Hand Techniques.
I intend to use this technique to cultivate the sixth Battle Intent.
A wondrous sight appeared in the air above the vast hall.
A massive, ancient jade cauldron, as large as a small mountain, formed from condensed magical energy, appeared beneath Li Weiyi's feet. It shone brightly and weighed as much as ten thousand pounds, threatening to crush Yang ZhiYong into dust.
Its aura was as strong as any martial artist at the Five Seas Realm.
Yang Qingxi frowned, never expecting Li Weiyi's progress to be so terrifying, and that he had already cultivated an extraordinary aura of a powerful figure. So, he immediately swung his sword and unleashed a bright sword beam like a galaxy.
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi stepped onto the cauldron mid-air and struck out with a single finger.
The Battle Intent image of a goddess in the form of a goddess appeared behind him, towering three zhang tall with flowing long hair, and together with him, he unleashed a beam of finger energy as thick as a wine glass.
"Crack!"
He shattered the sword light with his fingertip, causing it to explode and transform into countless sword marks that fell onto the surrounding pillars, walls, and ground, activating the formation that Yang Qingxi had set up there long ago, revealing layers of Light Veil.
Yang ZhiYong broke free from the jade cauldron's suppression and rolled away.
"Boom!"
The light and shadow of the jade cauldron, along with the foot that Li Weiyi stepped out of, landed on the ground.
The floorboards suddenly shattered, the ground sank and cracked.
Just a moment ago, the three of them had already exchanged blows in the blink of an eye.
The gauze lanterns on the beams swayed incessantly.
Yang ZhiYong quickly stood up, gripping his halberd in defense, his heart pounding like a drum. If Yang Qingxi hadn't intervened in time, he would likely have been severely injured in just one exchange.
He possesses Pure Immortal Body cultivated through the Sixth Sea.
"Battle Intent three zhang high... You've broken through to the Fifth Realm of the Five Seas?"
Yang Qingxi, who cultivated the Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body of the Seventh Sea, dared not underestimate this opponent who was two realms lower than him.
This person possesses profound martial arts skills, capable of defeating all enemies in five moves at the same level. Every move he makes is incredibly ingenious. When the techniques are combined, a single strike can create extraordinary phenomena such as ancient seals, yellow dragons, and jade cauldrons.
Furthermore, the Battle Intent cultivated through practice can even reach the divine realm.
Sui Sect understood Li Weiyi's unique talent far better than any other martial artist in the city.
Li Weiyi was quite disappointed that he hadn't been able to kill Yang ZhiYong in one move by surprise, and he really didn't want to fight two people at once.
He said, "In my hometown, there's an old saying: 'A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation.' I'm only at the Fifth Realm of the Five Seas, Miss Yang is already afraid?"
Other martial arts practitioners, even those at the Fourth Realm of the Five Seas, possess Battle Intent that are two zhang tall.
But he was three zhang tall.
It's too easy to cause misunderstandings.
"I'm not afraid. It's just that capturing him would be more troublesome."
The magical energy emanating from Yang Qingxi's feet surged and filled the entire hall, transforming it into a sea of mist.
The sound of the stream rose, its gentle murmur pleasant to the ear.
The Battle Intent, flowing like water, like liquid vines, weaved through space, surrounding and enveloping Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi stared intently at her Battle Intent: "Capture? Are you interested in the martial arts techniques I practice?"
"You're someone I'm actually quite interested in. You've arrived!"
Yang Qingxi drew his sword and strode forward, his Battle Intent pressing down on Li Weiyi before Li Weiyi could react.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi also condensed a Battle Intent to resist the impact of the stream of intent.
Immediately afterwards, a finger was flicked out, and a beam of light shot out.
Yang Qingxi dodged, and with a swift, lightning-fast thrust of her sword, the blade's light blinding.
The heavy sword on Li Weiyi's back flew out of its sheath and landed in his hand. He used his magical energy to power it, holding the sword horizontally like a shield to defend. He lowered his body accordingly, his legs one in front of the other, and took a lunge stance for support.
"Bang!"
Just like that night, one thrust, one block.
The sword was as thin as a needle, yet its power was astonishing; concentric ripples of energy surged across the heavy sword.
After a brief period of stalemate.
Li Weiyi was ultimately unable to withstand the onslaught and retreated repeatedly. With each step, a deep footprint was left beneath his feet.
Meanwhile, the Profound Needle in Yang Qingxi's hand seemed to be stuck to the heavy sword, constantly pressing him backward.
At the same time, Yang ZhiYong, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally seized the opportunity and swung his halberd.
Li Weiyi glanced sideways and saw the halberd blade falling. He immediately abandoned his sword, used the Clear Void Cicada Evasion Step, and transformed into a wisp of green smoke, escaping from Yang Qingxi's sword and avoiding Yang ZhiYong's halberd attack.
Even though he used his speed and agility to the fullest, the Profound Needle still managed to pierce his clothes and nearly penetrate his body.
"Bang!"
The greatsword fell to the ground.
Although Yang Qingxi forced her opponent to abandon his sword and flee, she felt no joy whatsoever. "Impressive! You've only just entered the Fifth Realm of the Five Seas, yet you already possess the strength to fight against martial artists who have cultivated to the Seventh Sea. If you were to reach the Seventh Sea, wouldn't you be another Phoenix-born Unicorn-young?"
Li Weiyi stood against the wall, his internal energy circulating continuously, and slapped the wall with his palm. "This formation of yours shouldn't have been set up by Yao Qian, right?"
"Trying to break through the formation and escape?"
Yang Qingxi stood upright, but in an instant, she appeared from the ground to a point two zhang above the ground in the center of the hall.
She stepped on the stream of her thoughts, her body radiating jade light, as if she had a divine lamp inside her, and unleashed "Soul Severing Ghostly Annihilation," one of the Ten Absolute Sword Art.
A dense barrage of sword shadows swept across the sky, accompanied by ear-piercing sword cries that seemed to wail like ghosts.
"Aww!"
The Dragon Roar's roar was deafening.
The Yellow Dragon Sword appeared in Li Weiyi's hands.
His gaze was calm, his fighting spirit was ignited, and one after another Battle Intent condensed and took shape around his body.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
With each additional Battle Intent he unleashed, the power fluctuations around him increased by ten percent, and simultaneously, a phantom image of his true form emerged.
The five Battle Intent manifested completely, like five three-zhang-tall deities standing in the main hall.
At this moment, the brothel transformed into a solemn temple.
Five figures of Li Weiyi stood in front of the Battle Intent, the five gods and five people simultaneously attacking the sky full of sword curtains.
Some people pinched their fingers, some formed a fist, some gripped their swords...
At the very center, Li Weiyi's true form stood as if on the vast ocean, raising his sword above his head and unleashing a powerful and domineering Sea-splitting Sword Strike. The Sword Qi and the yellow dragon surged forth simultaneously, tearing apart the sword curtain that Yang Qingxi had unleashed with all his might.
With the support of the five Battle Intent, he unleashed 140% of his combat power.
"Boom!"
The dense Sword Qi of the Profound Needle shattered Li Weiyi's Battle Intent. Several Sword Qi struck him, and his body crashed heavily into the array Light Veil behind him.
At the same time, the Sword Qi of the Yellow Dragon Sword also cleaved through Yang Qingxi's stream of will.
The Yellow Dragon Projection struck her directly, sending her flying backward. She crashed through a pillar as thick as a water bucket, slammed against the wall on the second floor, and slid down.
Fortunately, there was a protective array; otherwise, this brothel would have been reduced to ruins by the two men's all-out attack just now.
The moment he unleashed 140% of his combat power, Li Weiyi's combat strength was elevated to a level comparable to that of someone who had cultivated the Seventh Sea Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body, making him a match for Yang Qingxi.
Currently, my magical energy is only at the fourth level, and this state cannot be maintained indefinitely; it can only be considered a peak move.
On the third floor, Yao Qian's eyes narrowed, deeply moved.
If the New Year's bells hadn't already rung, he would have taken action himself. Now, however, he can only be a bystander, and his feelings are naturally difficult to describe.