Seventh Elder, Blood-Greedy Fox

"This is too miserable! He was at least the second-most popular contestant..."

"Minus one fan!"

"Yang Yu is practically a jinx in the Second Season. He almost got beaten to death by a bunch of burly men before, and now he stumbled onto Qiao Tiequan's secret and got caught. He's truly doomed this time."

"I can't bear to watch anymore, hahahaha!"

"This is too humiliating! Break out and take them down with you!"

The viewers in Yang Yu's livestream were all teasing him.

Passersby were watching the spectacle, while his fans felt sorry for him.

Very soon, viewers came over to spam Barrage messages, claiming that Yi Xiaofeng was on the nearby roof.

Yang Yu's livestream exploded.

The viewers switched back and forth, watching the livestream from both perspectives.

Yang Yu was furious beyond measure, but for the sake of survival, he still chose to endure.

Yi Xiaofeng did not make a move. Instead, he quietly listened to their conversation.

Yang Yu seemed to have heard something. The Patrol Team had captured him, and the reason they had not killed him was because they intended to take him away to feed something.

It was most likely the Seven-Colored Glass Tree.

Yi Xiaofeng counted them. There were eight in total.

He followed along the rooftops, quietly trailing after them.

But after only a few steps, his right foot accidentally slipped. A roof tile fell down and smashed into the alleyway, its sound crisp and clear.

"Who's there?"

The eight Patrol Disciples immediately turned around.

Yang Yu instantly shouted, "Save me! Hurry and save me! I have important information!"

Slap! Slap!

The middle-aged man gave Yang Yu two hard slaps across the face, instantly swelling it red as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

A figure suddenly leaped down from a nearby roof, landing in the alleyway and slowly drawing the sword at his waist.

It was Yi Xiaofeng.

"It's you again!"

The middle-aged man roared, drawing his sword and immediately leading four disciples at Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng raised a brow.

It seemed this bastard had mistaken him for Bai Hongxiao.

You can't even tell a sword from a blade? Then go die!

Yi Xiaofeng suddenly burst forward, charging ahead.

The two sides collided after only a few steps.

Yi Xiaofeng swung his sword rapidly, his swordplay swift as the wind and incomparably fierce.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

Yi Xiaofeng traded sword strikes with the middle-aged man. His Matchstick Swordplay immediately gained the upper hand and suppressed him.

Before ten exchanges had passed, Yi Xiaofeng found an opening.

Slash—

His blade sliced open the middle-aged man's waist, sending blood spraying out.

Immediately afterward, the middle-aged man could no longer hold out. Yi Xiaofeng severed the tendons in his hands and feet in succession, forcing him to his knees.

Yi Xiaofeng continued toward the four Patrol Disciples behind him.

Against these ordinary lackeys, nearly every strike of his sword robbed one person of their ability to fight, sending them straight to the ground.

By the time he reached Yang Yu, the entire process had taken less than twenty seconds.

The three disciples guarding Yang Yu were so frightened their legs gave out, and they dropped to their knees to beg for mercy.

Yang Yu was utterly won over by Yi Xiaofeng's strength.

What handsome swordsmanship! An expert! He's absolutely an expert!

Yang Yu thought excitedly. With his swollen face, he said, "Senior, they are all evil men. They've been seizing people everywhere to feed us to the Seven-Colored Glass Tree. This Zhuo Ye Fortress is a devil's den, filled with sin!"

Yi Xiaofeng concentrated spiritual power in his throat, making his voice deep and resonant. "What was the information you mentioned just now?"

All the Patrol Disciples had lost their ability to move and were wailing on the ground. Even if they wanted to flee, it would not be easy.

Yang Yu cautiously said, "I found out that there's an old demon in the Black Hole. He is absorbing the spiritual power of the Seven-Colored Glass Tree, while the Seven-Colored Glass Tree needs human lives to sustain it. If we stay here, we'll all die."

Yi Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes.

If that was the case, he could not rashly go looking for the Seven-Colored Glass Tree.

Then he would first kill all of Shan Tiange's lackeys!

Yi Xiaofeng swung his sword, severing the tendons in the hands and feet of the three Patrol Disciples beside Yang Yu, then left with his sword in hand.

The tip of his sword scraped across the ground, producing a piercing sound.

Watching Yi Xiaofeng's retreating back, Yang Yu's eyes filled with admiration.

This was the sword-wielding heroism he had always dreamed of!

Yang Yu hurriedly got to his feet and staggered after Yi Xiaofeng.

He had to seize this chance with such an expert!

Yi Xiaofeng could win over Wang Yanran, so why couldn't he take a swordsman as his master?

Yang Yu's heart burned with excitement.

Yet when he reached the corner of the alley, he had already lost track of him.

Yi Xiaofeng strolled across the rooftops, rain striking his Straw Raincoat and sending ripples across it.

The battle just now had filled him with confidence.

He had truly grown stronger!

With that thought, Yi Xiaofeng quickened his pace.

As he searched for Qiao Tiequan, he carefully observed the streets along the way. What if he happened to discover some hidden opportunity?

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn.

Yi Xiaofeng heard a scream and immediately headed toward it.

After arriving behind a crumbling wall, he peered through a hole in it.

In the weed-choked courtyard, he saw two figures.

One was a hunched old man in plain clothes with graying hair. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, and his face was full of malice.

Kneeling before him was a young woman with disheveled clothing and messy hair. Her right wrist was gripped by the old man in plain clothes.

"What is he doing?" Yi Xiaofeng frowned.

Is he trying to force himself on her?

No!

Yi Xiaofeng noticed that the young woman could not move. Her arm trembled slightly, veins bulging from beneath her skin.

The old man in plain clothes wore an expression of enjoyment, as though he were absorbing something.

The young woman's beautiful hair was turning white at a visible rate.

Yi Xiaofeng hesitated, unsure whether he should intervene.

This old man in plain clothes looked anything but ordinary. His presence was completely different from the small fry Yi Xiaofeng had encountered before.

"Who's there!"

The old man in plain clothes suddenly shouted, his gaze darting toward Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng immediately moved away.

"His senses are that ridiculous?"

Yi Xiaofeng was secretly alarmed. Instinctively sensing danger, he immediately retreated.

Bang!

The wall was blasted apart, and the old man in plain clothes walked out after it.

He stared at Yi Xiaofeng and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Yi Xiaofeng wore a rain hat and a black cloth over his face, making it difficult to identify him.

Besides, the two had never met before.

"And who are you? How dare you commit evil in Zhuo Ye Fortress?" Yi Xiaofeng asked coldly.

The old man in plain clothes snorted. "Zhuo Ye Fortress was always a devil's den. I am Xu Qiye, Seventh Elder of the Blood Palm Sect, the Blood-Greedy Fox! From that remark alone, I can tell you're just a greenhorn. If I kill you, Shan Tiange won't pursue the matter!"

With that, Xu Qiye charged at Yi Xiaofeng.

His palms instantly turned blood-red.

Blood Fiend Palm!

"Blood-Greedy Fox? You're really something, calling yourself a fox when you're a grown man!"

Yi Xiaofeng cursed as he drew his sword.

He had been looking for the Blood Palm Sect. He had not expected its people to be so arrogant.

The longsword collided with Xu Qiye's palm, and Yi Xiaofeng felt that his opponent's hand was as hard as metal.

He swiftly changed his sword moves and launched a fierce assault on Xu Qiye.

With a weapon in hand, Yi Xiaofeng gained the upper hand from the very start, driving Xu Qiye back step by step.

The viewers were thrilled by the sight.

"Yi Xiaofeng has really become an expert!"

"Ahhh, I want to obtain the Sword Saint's inheritance too!"

"Wake up. You don't even qualify to compete!"

"My God Yi is about to dominate again!"

"So handsome! It feels like I'm watching a wuxia film."

As Xu Qiye blocked the attacks, he frowned and secretly found it strange. What swordsmanship is this? This boy's spiritual power is clearly weak, but his sword moves are so tricky. Every strike targets my weaknesses, forcing me to defend.