Fleeing in Disorder

Zhang Tielin stared up at Li Yanshan, not expecting him to be so ruthless, to trade injury for injury.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Li Yanshan coughed, blood continuously seeping from the corner of his mouth. Although he was also injured, only one rib was broken. He looked up at Zhang Tielin, a sinister grin on his face, and said, "Hahaha... How is it? Feels pretty good, right?"

Zhang Tielin was furious. He, a dignified cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, had actually been injured by a blind man at the third level of Qi Refining. If this got out, where would he hide his face?

A white light flashed in his palm, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The long sword vibrated slightly, and then the patterns on its surface emitted a red glow, releasing a scorching aura.

As a disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect, Zhang Tielin's greatest strength was not his fist techniques, but his swordplay.

Li Yanshan's actions had completely enraged him, and he no longer intended to hold back.

Seeing the sword in Zhang Tielin's hand, Li Yanshan's eyes instantly sharpened. He sneered, "Getting serious, huh? I'll see you through to the end!"

After speaking, a golden light flashed in his palm, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Both Zhang Tielin's sword and Li Yanshan's sword were Spiritual Artifacts, which they had refined and stored within their Dantians.

Zhang Tielin's greatest strength lay in his sword, and was Li Yanshan any different?

Besides them, most disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect had their greatest strength concentrated in a single sword. They focused on cultivating sword techniques and swordplay, practicing other spells much less.

For the disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect, a sword in hand meant all other techniques could be broken.

"Kill!"

Zhang Tielin gripped his long sword and his body transformed into a gale, charging towards Li Yanshan.

"Kill!"

Li Yanshan, showing no weakness, also gripped his long sword and charged towards Zhang Tielin.

As the two approached, Zhang Tielin swung his long sword, red sword energy spewing forth, exuding a sharp Sword Intent, and thrusting directly at Li Yanshan's heart.

Li Yanshan's eyes narrowed. Just as Zhang Tielin's sword was about to hit him, he lunged forward, crashing into Zhang Tielin's sword.

"Screech!"

Zhang Tielin's sword pierced Li Yanshan's shoulder, exiting from his back.

At that moment, Li Yanshan looked up at Zhang Tielin, a ferocious expression on his face, and thrust his sword towards Zhang Tielin's Dantian.

Zhang Tielin's face changed drastically. He immediately dropped his body, avoiding his Dantian. Li Yanshan's sword plunged into his lower left rib, exiting from his back.

"Die!"

Li Yanshan violently twisted his sword and then slapped at Zhang Tielin's face.

Zhang Tielin recovered and immediately countered Li Yanshan's palm with his own.

"Boom!"

A powerful force sent them both flying apart instantly. The swords embedded in their bodies were pulled out, and blood gushed out.

"Ah..."

Zhang Tielin let out a scream, stumbled back several steps, and swayed precariously.

"Brother Lin!"

The two lackeys Zhang Tielin had brought immediately rushed forward and supported him.

Li Yanshan also staggered back several steps, his body unsteady. Fang Chen saw this and immediately rushed forward to help him.

But Li Yanshan waved him away, saying to Fang Chen, "I'm not dead yet!"

After speaking, he looked up at Zhang Tielin, his expression ferocious, "Hahaha, how about that?"

Zhang Tielin looked up at Li Yanshan and couldn't help but curse, "You lunatic!"

In Zhang Tielin's eyes, Li Yanshan was a madman, completely disregarding his own life by deliberately crashing into his sword.

He hadn't expected Li Yanshan to be so ruthless and had fallen into his trap, suffering a great loss.

"Hahaha, that's right, I am a lunatic! Cough, cough, cough..."

Li Yanshan couldn't help but laugh wildly, but his laughter was too intense, aggravating his chest wound, and he couldn't help but cough.

Zhang Tielin said to the two lackeys beside him, "Go over there and capture that good-for-nothing!"

"Okay!"

The two lackeys nodded, released Zhang Tielin, and immediately charged towards Fang Chen.

"Boom, boom!"

Two powerful auras erupted from the two lackeys. They both possessed cultivation at the third level of Qi Refining.

Li Yanshan's expression changed drastically. Now injured, he couldn't possibly block Zhang Tielin's two lackeys. And Fang Chen, with only the first level of Qi Refining cultivation, was even less capable.

Just as the two lackeys reached Fang Chen and Li Yanshan, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air. Zhang Tielin's two lackeys felt themselves locked onto by a powerful Spiritual Sense. Their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately turned around, only to see a walking stick flying towards them.

They immediately summoned their long swords and slashed at the walking stick together.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The long swords struck the walking stick, sending sparks flying. A powerful force surged through the cane, knocking the swords from their wielders' hands. The cane, its momentum unbroken, then slammed hard into the chests of the two lackeys.

"Bang, bang!"

The two lackeys were sent flying twenty feet, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Finally, the walking stick spun in the air before planting itself in the ground between the two lackeys.

"Ah…"

"Ah…"

Zhang Tielin's two lackeys clutched their chests, letting out heart-wrenching screams.

Zhang Tielin was stunned by the scene before him. He hadn't expected Dog Head Ridge to harbor a master of such formidable power.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

A series of coughs echoed from Elder Yun's house.

Zhang Tielin and his lackeys immediately looked up, their gazes fixed on Elder Yun's stone house.

"If you don't want to die, get lost immediately!"

Elder Yun's icy voice boomed from within the stone house.

The complexions of Zhang Tielin's two lackeys changed drastically. Gritting their teeth against the pain, they got up from the ground and went to Zhang Tielin's side.

Zhang Tielin glared up at Fang Chen, gritting his teeth and saying, "Kid, you just wait. If you've got the guts, don't leave Dog Head Ridge!"

With that, Zhang Tielin turned and walked towards the entrance of Dog Head Ridge, his two lackeys quickly following him.

Fang Chen stared at the walking stick planted in the ground, his heart filled with shock. Li Yanshan had told him earlier that Elder Yun's cultivation was only at the second level of Qi Refining, so he had assumed Elder Yun's strength was inferior to Li Yanshan's, who was at the third level.

But that scene just now… Elder Yun had used only a walking stick to injure Zhang Tielin's two lackeys, both of whom were at the third level of Qi Refining. Such strength was definitely no weaker than Li Yanshan's.

Little Six immediately ran to the walking stick, leaped up, and landed on its tip. Using its momentum, it knocked the walking stick over and then, carrying it in its mouth, dashed into Elder Yun's house.

Elder Yun, leaning on his walking stick, slowly emerged from the stone house. He walked up to Li Yanshan and said, "Stop struggling!"

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing Elder Yun's words, Li Yanshan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body slumping weakly.