Fleeing in Panic

Zhang Tielin looked up at Li Yanshan. He had never expected Li Yanshan to be so ruthless as to trade injury for injury.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Li Yanshan coughed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He was hurt too, but only one rib was broken. He looked up at Zhang Tielin with a vicious grin. "Hahaha... How was that? Felt good, didn't it?"

Zhang Tielin seethed. He was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, yet a blind man at the third level had injured him. If word got out, where would he hide his face?

White light flashed in his palm, and a longsword appeared in his hand.

Hum!

The sword trembled faintly. The patterns on its blade glowed red, giving off a scorching heat.

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

Li Yanshan's actions had thoroughly enraged him. He no longer intended to hold back.

At the sight of Zhang Tielin's sword, Li Yanshan's gaze sharpened. He sneered. "Ready to get serious? I'll see this through with you!"

Golden light flashed in his palm, and a longsword appeared in his hand.

Both Zhang Tielin's sword and Li Yanshan's were Spiritual Artifacts. Each had refined his sword into his dantian.

Zhang Tielin's greatest skill lay in his sword. The same was true of Li Yanshan.

For most disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect, their greatest skills lay in their swords. They focused on sword arts and sword techniques, spending far less time cultivating other spells.

To a disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect, with a sword in hand, even the myriad arts could be broken.

"Kill!"

Gripping his sword, Zhang Tielin charged at Li Yanshan like a gale.

"Kill!"

Li Yanshan refused to back down and charged at Zhang Tielin, sword in hand.

As they closed in, Zhang Tielin swung his sword. Red sword-light flickered along its edge, radiating a sharp Sword Intent as he thrust straight at Li Yanshan's heart.

Li Yanshan's eyes narrowed. Just as Zhang Tielin's sword was about to strike, he lunged forward and drove himself onto the blade.

Shhk!

Zhang Tielin's sword pierced Li Yanshan's shoulder and emerged from his back.

At that moment, Li Yanshan looked up at Zhang Tielin, his face twisting viciously, and thrust his sword toward Zhang Tielin's dantian.

Zhang Tielin's expression changed sharply. He dropped his body at once, saving his dantian, but Li Yanshan's sword pierced beneath his lower left ribs and came out through his back.

"Die!"

Li Yanshan twisted his blade hard, then struck at Zhang Tielin's face with his palm.

Zhang Tielin recovered his wits and immediately raised his palm to meet the blow.

Boom!

A tremendous force hurled them apart. The swords were ripped from their bodies, and blood gushed from the wounds.

"Ah..."

Zhang Tielin screamed. He staggered back several steps, swaying on his feet.

"Brother Lin!"

The two followers Zhang Tielin had brought rushed forward and caught him.

Li Yanshan also retreated several stumbling steps. Fang Chen saw this and hurried over to support him.

But Li Yanshan waved him off. "I'm not dead yet!"

Then he looked up at Zhang Tielin and said with a savage expression, "Hahaha! How was that?"

Zhang Tielin glared at Li Yanshan and cursed, "You lunatic!"

To Zhang Tielin, Li Yanshan was a lunatic who cared nothing for his own life. He had actually thrown himself onto Zhang Tielin's sword.

He had never expected Li Yanshan to be so ruthless. He had fallen for Li Yanshan's trick and paid dearly for it.

"Hahaha! That's right, I'm a lunatic! Cough, cough, cough..."

Li Yanshan burst into wild laughter, but it tugged at the wound in his chest, and he could not stop himself from coughing.

Zhang Tielin said to his two followers, "Go over there and bring me that good-for-nothing!"

"Got it!"

The two followers nodded. Letting go of Zhang Tielin, they charged at Fang Chen.

Boom! Boom!

Powerful auras erupted from both followers. Each was at the third level of Qi Refining.

Li Yanshan's expression changed. Injured as he was, he could not stop Zhang Tielin's two followers. Fang Chen, at only the first level of Qi Refining, stood even less chance.

Just as the two followers reached Fang Chen and Li Yanshan, a sharp whistle cut through the air. The followers felt a powerful Spiritual Sense lock onto them. Their faces changed, and they wheeled around to see a cane flying toward them.

They immediately summoned their swords and slashed at the cane together.

Clang!

Clang!

Their swords struck the cane, throwing off a shower of sparks. A tremendous force surged through it and knocked the swords from their hands. The cane flew on without slowing and slammed into both followers' chests.

Bang! Bang!

The two followers flew back two zhang and crashed heavily to the ground. Both spat out a mouthful of blood.

Finally, the cane spun through the air and planted itself in the ground between them.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Zhang Tielin's two followers clutched their chests and let out heartrending screams.

The sight stunned Zhang Tielin. He had never imagined that Dog Head Ridge had an expert this powerful.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A fit of coughing came from Elder Yun's house.

Zhang Tielin and his followers looked up at once, their gazes falling on Elder Yun's stone house.

"If you don't want to die, get out. Now."

Elder Yun's icy voice came from inside the stone house.

The two followers' faces changed sharply. Enduring the pain, they struggled to their feet and returned to Zhang Tielin's side.

Zhang Tielin glared at Fang Chen and said through gritted teeth, "Just you wait, brat. If you've got the guts, don't leave Dog Head Ridge!"

With that, Zhang Tielin turned toward the path out of Dog Head Ridge. His two followers hurried after him.

Fang Chen stared at the cane planted in the ground, stunned. Li Yanshan had told him that Elder Yun was now only at the second level of Qi Refining, so he had assumed Elder Yun was weaker than Li Yanshan, who was at the third level.

But Elder Yun had just used a single cane to injure Zhang Tielin's two followers, both at the third level of Qi Refining. With strength like that, he was certainly no weaker than Li Yanshan.

Xiao Liu ran to the cane, leaped onto its top, and used his momentum to topple it. Then he seized it in his mouth and dashed into Elder Yun's house.

Leaning on his cane, Elder Yun slowly emerged from the stone house. He came up to Li Yanshan and said, "Stop forcing yourself to stand."

"Pfft!"

At Elder Yun's words, Li Yanshan spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately sagged, all the strength draining out of him.