"Hmm?"
In the plaza, Jin Yufei had been stepping on Hall Master Feng's head, preparing to toy with him before brutally killing him. Suddenly, he sensed a powerful aura rising from the end of that row of collapsed houses, which had been blasted away and blocked his view.
Jin Yufei's gaze suddenly sharpened.
Boom!
Without saying a word,
he abruptly leaped into the air. Holding his saber, he turned into a blur and charged toward the source of the rising aura.
While still in midair, the saber in his hand transformed into a streak of light and cleaved forward. The surging torrent of saber light roared as it tore apart the wooden houses that had already been blasted open, sweeping toward the aura at the far end of the ruins!
At that moment,
a figure shot out like lightning, darting clear before the attack arrived.
After flickering several times, the figure landed beside Zhou Weilong.
"Brother Zhou, could I borrow a saber?"
Yang Qingyun held out his hand.
"Brother Yang, what happened to you?"
Looking at the unharmed Yang Qingyun before him—or rather, Yang Qingyun, who had already undergone a complete transformation—Zhou Weilong could not help but open his mouth slightly.
Although he was shaken to the core, Zhou Weilong did not forget to take a Hundred-Forged Steel Saber from one of the surrounding martial arts school disciples and hand it to Yang Qingyun.
"I happened to obtain a fortunate opportunity and a trump card. I never expected to use it here."
Yang Qingyun gripped the saber and weighed it in his hand several times, becoming slightly familiar with its feel before speaking indifferently.
His expression was calm, but inwardly, he let out a sigh.
He had never expected such a chain of accidents to occur. In the end, he