A Wave of Fans, the Sword Saint's Aura

The moment Yi Xiaofeng raised his sword, the host immediately switched his livestream feed to the Main Live Screen.

At that moment, hundreds of millions of viewers watched Yi Xiaofeng point his sword at the man in black, looking utterly imposing.

A steady stream of viewers flocked over from the livestream channels of other contestants.

"Damn, is this guy going to solo the killer boss?"

"For real? I heard a mysterious female NPC passed her cultivation onto him!"

"Yeah, the beauty beside him is Wang Yanran. Can you believe it?"

"666, he actually looks pretty convincing."

"The Pure Yang Five Swords Technique, one of the top three secret manuals in this Script!"

"This guy's luck is insane. He just wandered around and picked up a secret manual, and he even got involved with Wang Yanran from the start."

"Above, if you were Yi Xiaofeng, would you dare save such an ugly Wang Yanran?"

Atop the high wall.

The man in black sneered. "Learning the sword on the spot? You're ridiculous!"

Yi Xiaofeng smiled contemptuously. "Scared?"

At that moment, he did not feel the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he was eager to try.

The man in black snorted coldly and suddenly leaped into the air.

In midair, he waved his right hand, firing several darts at tremendous speed. They tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

Yi Xiaofeng swiftly swung his sword. Sword light flashed as the blade knocked down every dart.

His eyes widened slightly, and his heartbeat quickened.

It really worked!

For some reason, executing the basic sword moves of the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique came easily to him now.

As the spiritual energy in his body flowed through his meridians according to the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique's mental cultivation method, it felt utterly natural, as though he had done it countless times before.

Was it because Wang Yanran had once diligently practiced the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique?

The man in black landed quickly and continued charging at Yi Xiaofeng.

His footwork was strange. He began swaying unsteadily, yet his movements were actually elusive and unpredictable.

Wang Yanran stepped back to avoid becoming the man in black's hostage.

Yi Xiaofeng thrust out his sword.

The first move of the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique!

Changyang Sweeps the Sky!

The man in black easily dodged the blade and raised his palm toward Yi Xiaofeng's chest.

A palm wrapped in Blood Qi!

Blood Fiend Palm!

If that palm struck him, Yi Xiaofeng would most likely be killed instantly.

Spiritual energy burst from beneath his feet and rebounded off the ground, sending him rapidly backward.

The man in black pursued relentlessly, his right palm drawing ever closer to Yi Xiaofeng's chest.

Yi Xiaofeng could already see the madness in his eyes.

"Second move, Yang Rolls Heavenly Clouds!"

Wang Yanran suddenly shouted.

The moment Yi Xiaofeng heard her, his right hand began to tremble in sync.

Gripping his sword, he rapidly shook the blade without slowing his retreat.

As the blade began to spin and tremble, sword light gleamed. To keep his right arm from being severed, the man in black had no choice but to turn away and evade the sword's range.

He pushed hard with his right foot and slid backward, his body nearly pressed flat to the ground as he successfully dispersed the force.

The next second, he lunged at Yi Xiaofeng again like a wild beast.

Yi Xiaofeng stopped as well, using the sword moves of the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique to fight the man in black.

At first, his swordsmanship looked clumsy and unpracticed, supported entirely by Wang Yanran's cultivation.

But as move after move unfolded, Yi Xiaofeng became increasingly proficient with the Pure Yang Five Swords Technique.

He seems to have gotten weaker...

Yi Xiaofeng frowned in confusion.

With this level of strength, could he really have caused so many bloody cases?

Aside from the sinister toxicity of the Blood Fiend Palm, the man in black's strength, speed, and techniques were not overwhelmingly powerful.

Compared to Bai Hongxiao, he was like a three-year-old child.

Hah—

Blood Qi suddenly erupted from the man in black's body. He seemed to ignite like a blazing flame, both hands turning blood-red as his fingers lengthened into the claws of a vicious beast, frantically clawing at Yi Xiaofeng.

His offensive suddenly intensified, catching Yi Xiaofeng off guard.

Rip—

The cloth over Yi Xiaofeng's chest was torn open, and a burning pain flared across his chest.

He was instantly enraged.

He channeled the spiritual energy within him through his left hand and into the Fireball Spell talisman.

When the man in black closed in again, Yi Xiaofeng first feinted with his sword, then spun around and struck out with his left hand beneath his right arm, directly toward the man in black.

The motion flowed like water and carried a certain beauty!

Boom—

A fireball shot from the talisman. The gust it created sent Yi Xiaofeng's black hair whipping wildly about.

The man in black's eyes widened. Before he could react, the fireball struck him directly, and flames once again engulfed his entire body.

"Ahhh—"

He began screaming in agony, his voice hoarse and desperate.

The live audience in the stadium erupted, while the online Barrage flooded the screen with nearly nothing but "holy shit" and "666."

"Awesome! You can't pull off moves like that without ten years of training!"

"Could Yi Xiaofeng actually be a martial artist?"

"It must be Wang Yanran's cultivation taking effect."

"The man in black lost again. Brother Yi is invincible!"

"This is what a champion looks like. Anyone disagree?"

"This is already the third time Yi Xiaofeng has defeated the man in black! Besides him, what other contestant could do it?"

Yi Xiaofeng had successfully won over a wave of fans.

He had no idea that countless viewers were cheering for him. His gaze remained fixed on the man in black.

The man in black seemed to be proficient in some spell that transformed him into ghostly mist. Yi Xiaofeng's Fireball Spell could not kill him in a single strike.

Sure enough!

Not long afterward, the man in black suddenly turned into black mist and escaped the flames.

Just as he was about to flee, a sound tore through the air.

In an instant, a spectral sword streaked past Yi Xiaofeng's ear.

He caught sight of it from the corner of his eye.

Time seemed to slow countless times as the spectral sword entered his vision.

The next second, time returned to normal.

The spectral sword pierced through the black mist and shot through the floor of the alley.

The black mist gathered together, revealing the man in black's figure.

His abdomen had been pierced by the spectral sword. Most of his clothes had been burned to charcoal, his mask had shattered, and his face was twisted in pain.

Yi Xiaofeng, Wang Yanran, and Zeng Shu all stared wide-eyed.

"Hunter Xu!" Zeng Shu cried in shock.

The man in black was actually Hunter Xu!

Yi Xiaofeng turned around and saw Bai Hongxiao walking through the air with his hands clasped behind his waist.

What an immortal bearing!

Yi Xiaofeng could not help recalling that sword strike just now.

So strong...

When that spectral sword had flown past him, he had been utterly shaken.

His soul and heart alike had been shaken.

The feeling was indescribable.

"Don't kill me... Don't kill me... I didn't kill City Lord Tang... and I certainly didn't kill Master Wang!"

Hunter Xu cried out in terror, afraid that Bai Hongxiao would kill him with a single sword strike.

Zeng Shu frowned and asked, "If it wasn't you, then who was it? Don't tell me you were merely imitating the real killer to settle a personal grudge!"

Hunter Xu gritted his teeth. "It really wasn't me... I was only bestowed the Blood Fiend Palm five days ago. My Blood Fiend Palm wasn't cultivated through training; it was produced by a talisman in my palm. The reason I did this was because I was threatened. If I refused, my wife and child would die horribly..."

The three of them frowned even more deeply upon hearing that.

Bai Hongxiao landed and walked over to Hunter Xu. Looking down at him, he asked, "The real culprit truly isn't you. With your cultivation, you still can't control a shapeshifting little demon."

He then waved his right hand and tossed a dead rat from his sleeve.

The rat was as large as a housecat, covered in white fur. Its eyes were bloodshot, its fangs protruded outward, and it looked utterly terrifying.

Hunter Xu was frightened stiff and cried out in panic, "I'll tell you everything! The person who threatened me called himself the leader of the Xiayang Five Ghosts. He wants to cultivate the Seventy-Two Fiend Ghost Grand Formation, so he needs the corpses and souls of seventy-two cultivators!"