Counterkill, an Elder of the Heaven Sword Saint Sect

After Yi Xiaofeng forced Xu Qiye back nearly ten steps, Xu Qiye suddenly stopped.

"Kid, your cultivation is far too weak!"

Xu Qiye sneered. His footwork shifted, and with a turn of his body, he left Yi Xiaofeng dizzy and dazzled.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Yi Xiaofeng and struck his shoulder with a palm.

Pfft—

Yi Xiaofeng spat blood and flew backward, crashing into a broken wall.

He immediately got to his feet and thrust his sword forward.

Xu Qiye raised his leg and stomped down, pinning the blade to the ground.

Yi Xiaofeng was completely suppressed. Even pulling with all his strength, he could not free his sword.

The gap in cultivation was too great!

Once Xu Qiye used spiritual energy, it was a complete one-sided crushing blow.

Yi Xiaofeng cursed inwardly.

As expected of an elder of the Blood Palm Sect. He was no joke.

He wondered whether Xu Qiye was in the Foundation Establishment Realm or the Golden Core Realm.

Probably the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If he were in the Golden Core Realm, he would have killed Yi Xiaofeng instantly. Why would he give him so many chances?

"Speak. Who exactly are you, and what sect does this swordplay of yours come from?"

Xu Qiye asked viciously. His Blood Fiend Palm was aimed at Yi Xiaofeng, ready to strike him in the face at any moment.

Yi Xiaofeng snorted. "Have you heard of the Heaven Sword Saint Sect?"

The Sword Saint came from the Heaven Sword Saint Sect, and his Matchstick Swordplay came from the Sword Saint. There was nothing wrong with saying that.

Xu Qiye's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

The old demon of Zhuo Ye Fortress might not fear the Heaven Sword Saint Sect, but he did.

The Blood Palm Sect was not truly all that formidable. Compared to the Heaven Sword Saint Sect, it was vastly inferior.

If he killed this kid, would the Heaven Sword Saint Sect become enraged?

With this kid's cultivation, he could not possibly have come alone.

Disciples of the Heaven Sword Saint Sect had to at least reach the Foundation Establishment Realm before leaving the mountain!

At that thought, Xu Qiye fell into hesitation.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Yi Xiaofeng quietly pulled out the Golden Cricket with his left hand.

"Martial Uncle Bai Hongxiao! Save me!"

Yi Xiaofeng suddenly looked up and shouted, his voice filled with delight.

Bai Hongxiao?

The Sword Saint!

Xu Qiye's scalp went numb, and he instinctively turned to look.

Yi Xiaofeng immediately pressed the Golden Cricket's tail. A poisoned needle shot out from its mouth.

Whoosh!

The poisoned needle struck Xu Qiye in the neck, and pain made him turn back around.

Yi Xiaofeng took the opportunity to yank out his sword, turn, and flee.

"You brat! How dare you trick me!"

Xu Qiye roared in fury. He forced the poisoned needle out of his body, then chased after Yi Xiaofeng.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Thud!

Yi Xiaofeng looked back to see Xu Qiye had already died abruptly, collapsed on the ground.

His eyes widened.

Holy shit!

It really was Three-Step Sudden Death Powder!

That was vicious!

Yi Xiaofeng did not let his guard down. He picked up a large stone beside him and hurled it with all his strength.

Bang!

The stone struck Xu Qiye's head. Blood flowed out and spread across the ground.

He remained completely motionless.

It seemed he was truly dead.

The audience exploded:

"This was fucking awesome! So damn strong!"

"A clutch counterkill. Bai Hongxiao was the MVP this round."

"Sword Saint: I'm so powerful that just invoking my name can counterkill an enemy."

"666, I'm convinced!"

"That works too?"

"What kind of hidden weapon was that? It looks like Xu Lang has one too."

"That thing is called the Golden Cricket. It's the Bei Wei Royal Family's strongest hidden weapon. Quite a few players have already found one, and some have even poisoned themselves to death with it."

Yi Xiaofeng cautiously stepped forward and began searching Xu Qiye's body.

The bastard had not brought anything with him.

Then Yi Xiaofeng noticed a ring on Xu Qiye's finger.

A Storage Ring!

He immediately removed it and put it on his right hand.

Storage Rings could not be stored inside Storage Rings.

Yi Xiaofeng then got up and left.

Before he had gone far, the young woman Xu Qiye had previously captured crawled out from behind the rubble of the collapsed wall.

"Benefactor! Benefactor! I have something important to tell you!"

The young woman called out urgently.

Yi Xiaofeng stopped and turned to look at her.

Hm?

Another Wang Yanran?

Though she was not ugly, she was still a long way from beautiful.

The young woman stumbled over to Yi Xiaofeng. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Benefactor, you're from the Heaven Sword Saint Sect, right? I know that an elder of the Heaven Sword Saint Sect was severely injured and imprisoned in the Young Fortress Master's residence. You must save him. He was ambushed because he tried to save me."

Yi Xiaofeng's expression turned strange. He said irritably, "Miss, could you please take better care of yourself and stop dragging others into trouble?"

With that, he left with his sword in hand.

The young woman's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Covering her face, she ran away.

After leaving the alley, Yi Xiaofeng quickly found an empty courtyard to rest in.

He pulled open his clothes and inspected his shoulder injury.

The terrifying power of the Blood Fiend Palm was still fresh in his mind.

Yet his shoulder was only red and swollen, with no other abnormalities.

That bastard didn't strike to kill. Looks like my swordplay scared him, and he was afraid I had someone backing me, Yi Xiaofeng thought silently.

His heart was filled with lingering fear.

He had acted too recklessly this time.

If Xu Qiye had been an idiot without so many doubts, Yi Xiaofeng might already be dead.

Then Yi Xiaofeng thought of what the woman had just said.

An elder of the Heaven Sword Saint Sect was actually imprisoned here.

It seemed that this elder had come to investigate Zhuo Ye Fortress and disappeared as a result. That was why the Heaven Sword Saint Sect had determined that something was wrong with Zhuo Ye Fortress and sent Sword Saint Bai Hongxiao personally.

Wasn't this a hidden storyline?

Saving that elder would definitely earn him some favor with the Heaven Sword Saint Sect.

If this let him join the Heaven Sword Saint Sect or become the Sword Saint's disciple, that would be an excellent outcome as well.

When walking the Cultivation World, one's sect was far too important.

Take what had just happened. If he had claimed to be a Rogue Cultivator, he would have died long ago.

Yi Xiaofeng committed the matter to memory. Later, he definitely had to visit Shan Tiange's residence.

He began resting peacefully.

Time passed.

The sky gradually darkened.

Night was about to fall.

The nights in Zhuo Ye Fortress were terrifying. Earlier, even with the Sword Saint beside him, Yi Xiaofeng had felt as if he were inside a horror movie.

Once his arm had recovered, Yi Xiaofeng rose and left.

He walked through dark alleys. If he had not already reached the Qi Refining Realm Fifth Layer, he might have tripped after only a few steps.

He headed toward where he could hear people.

Under the night sky, screams and shrieks rang out from Zhuo Ye Fortress from time to time.

It seemed Zhuo Ye Fortress had already torn away its hypocritical mask.

I wonder what the righteous cultivators are supposed to do now, Yi Xiaofeng thought silently.

Evil Cultivators only needed to obtain the Seven-Colored Glass Fruit to complete the Main Quest.

What about the righteous cultivators?

Overthrow Zhuo Ye Fortress?

Tsk, tsk. That would be incredibly difficult.

Yi Xiaofeng secretly rejoiced that he had not chosen the righteous path.

More than ten minutes later.

Yi Xiaofeng arrived at the mouth of an alley. Ahead was a street, where a crowd had gathered before the gates of a residence.

Most were guests who had come to offer congratulations. There were two or three hundred people in total, filling the street amid chaotic clamor.

Yi Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes and looked over. Two large characters were inscribed on the plaque above the gates.

Shan Residence!

No wonder it was so noisy. It seemed the cultivators all wanted Shan Tiange to give them an explanation.

After a while.

The gates opened.

Shan Tiange strode out. Looking at the crowd on the street, he roared, "Why aren't you out looking for the murderer? What are you doing here? Are you looking to die?!"

A voice came from the crowd. "Fuck, your dad's the one who died. Instead of hurrying to investigate the clues, you want us to do it for you? Are we your grandfathers? You're a fucking brain-dead moron!"

Shan Tiange did not understand some of the words in that sentence, but he could still sense the insult.

Humiliated and enraged, he shouted, "Which little bastard said that? Get out here!"

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