Sword Saint, Master! Come Save Me!

Facing the approaching fat man, Chen Lan's expression turned frosty. She did not panic, staring fixedly at him as she waited for an opportunity to strike.

Yi Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow.

These women really were all disciples of Su Xin Palace. Then he had to save them!

He kicked a roof tile down.

Whoosh—

The fat man noticed it sharply. He raised his right hand, caught the tile with a backhanded grab, and crushed it with force.

He turned sideways and looked up.

Yi Xiaofeng stood up, looking down at him from the roof.

The clouds shrouding Zhuo Ye Fortress were beginning to disperse today. Strands of sunlight poured down, parting the clouds to reveal the daylight.

"Who are you? Do not interfere with the Blood Palm Sect's business!" the fat man said coldly.

Chen Lan and the other four women also turned to look at Yi Xiaofeng, their eyes full of hope.

They hoped Yi Xiaofeng could save them.

Yi Xiaofeng asked, "Is the Blood Palm Sect that imposing now? I wonder if my Heaven Sword Saint Sect is qualified to interfere with your Blood Palm Sect!"

He had seen Chen Lan's strength. Even cursed, she was not someone an ordinary person could bully.

This fat man was definitely no weakling.

He would scare him first!

The Heaven Sword Saint Sect?

The fat man was startled and instinctively took a step back.

Then, he frowned and shouted, "Bullshit! Would the Heaven Sword Saint Sect have a disciple in the Qi Refining Realm out in the world? Impossible!"

Yi Xiaofeng nearly flew into a rage upon hearing that.

He had been insulted again!

"Hmph! I am the Sword Saint's newly accepted disciple. You dare look down on the Heaven Sword Saint Sect? You're courting death!" Yi Xiaofeng snorted. He drew the Red Cloud Sword, holding a sword in each hand as he prepared to attack.

The fat man flew into a rage from humiliation. "It's you I look down on, not the Heaven Sword Saint Sect!"

Yi Xiaofeng became even more furious upon hearing that and immediately dove down.

The fat man struck out with his palm. Spiritual power spilled from his palm, transforming into a blood-red tiger head that opened its jaws and bit toward Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng was startled. He immediately used the Wind Riding Technique, kicking off the wind to shoot upward and evade the blood-red tiger head.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Yi Xiaofeng was secretly alarmed. He turned his head and saw that the blood-red tiger head had actually turned around and continued charging at him.

That was just too much!

Yi Xiaofeng swiftly landed and charged at the fat man.

To catch bandits, first catch their leader!

The fat man did not panic at all. He pulled an iron ring from his waist and used it to block Yi Xiaofeng's sword head-on.

The blood-red tiger head followed from behind. Yi Xiaofeng leaped to the side, avoiding the strange spell.

The fat man did not dodge either, taking the blood-red tiger head with his chest without suffering the slightest harm.

Yi Xiaofeng steadied himself, his brows tightly furrowed.

This was what a true cultivator was like!

He was far stronger than an ordinary Qi Refining Realm cultivator.

No!

He had to trick him!

No...

He had to show him up!

Yi Xiaofeng glanced at his waist. The box wrapping that had previously held the Wind Riding Technique manual was still tied there.

He needed to find a chance to make the fat man snatch this wooden box.

"You cannot come into contact with his spiritual power, or it will devour your spiritual power and drain all the blood from your body," Chen Lan reminded him.

Yi Xiaofeng did not respond.

You think I need you to tell me that?

The fat man sneered disdainfully. "With only this much ability, you want to play the hero and save the beauty?"

Yi Xiaofeng raised the Red Cloud Sword high, and flames ignited along its blade.

The disdain on the fat man's face deepened.

"Sword Saint, Master! Come save me!"

Yi Xiaofeng shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse.

The Sword Saint?

The fat man nearly laughed out loud.

Was this guy joking?

"The Sword Saint? If the Sword Saint appears, I'll chop off my own head!" the fat man mocked.

The looks Chen Lan and the other four women gave Yi Xiaofeng also became strange.

Just then!

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rang out!

The fat man and Chen Lan's group were startled, and Yi Xiaofeng's entire body jolted in fright as well.

Everyone turned to look. In the north, a pillar of energy shot into the sky, towering into the clouds. Countless sword shadows coiled around it, creating a breathtaking sight.

"Bai Hongxiao! Are you truly unwilling to let me go?"

A venomous voice rang beneath the heavens.

Bai Hongxiao!

The Sword Saint!

The fat man's expression changed drastically. He turned and fled in terror.

Bang! He crashed through the courtyard wall, kicking up billowing dust as he fled at top speed.

Yi Xiaofeng froze.

Chen Lan and the other four women widened their beautiful eyes, staring in disbelief at the distant pillar of sword shadows.

Was this man really the Sword Saint's disciple?

The Barrage exploded!

"Damn, what luck!"

"That's not scientific! This works too?"

"Sword Saint: Actually, I didn't hear you..."

"I don't believe it. He definitely has cheats!"

"HAHAHAHA, I'm dying!"

"That fatty was stunned on the spot... He really is the Sword Saint's disciple!"

"The Sword Saint's reputation is truly terrifying. He scared off an expert from so far away. Come on, let's go to the neighboring contestant's stream and watch the Sword Saint fight Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor."

"You saved five disciples of Su Xin Palace and obtained 500 points!"

The system notification sounded.

Yi Xiaofeng felt a mix of emotions.

He had only meant to scare the other man, yet the Sword Saint had really appeared—though not before him.

He forced himself to remain calm, sheathed his sword, and walked over to Chen Lan. "Are you all from Su Xin Palace?"

Chen Lan came back to her senses and cupped her hands in salute. "Thank you for your help, young hero. We are all disciples of Su Xin Palace."

Rumble—

Roaring came from the direction of the pillar of sword shadows, and all of Zhuo Ye Fortress shook violently.

Yi Xiaofeng sensed danger. If they stayed here, they might be caught up in it.

"Let's leave first and find somewhere to rest," Yi Xiaofeng said, then took the lead in leaving.

He did not walk quickly, allowing the injured Chen Lan and the other four women to keep up.

"The Sword Saint has come too. We're saved now."

"I wonder who exactly the old demon hiding in Zhuo Ye Fortress is."

"If we'd known this, we never should have come."

"I told you. How could Zhuo Ye Fortress be willing to bring out something as precious as the Seven-Colored Glass Fruit to entertain people? It really was a trap."

As Yi Xiaofeng walked, he listened to the Su Xin Palace disciples talking.

Chen Lan, meanwhile, was studying him, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Zhuo Ye Fortress continued to tremble, and Yi Xiaofeng could not help wondering how the battle between the Sword Saint and Slaughter Heart Old Demon was going.

This spectacle was too terrifying!

Ring—

A piercing sword cry rang out, tearing apart every sound between heaven and earth.

Yi Xiaofeng instinctively turned to look and saw rolling demonic mist rising up, hundreds of zhang high, taking the form of a terrifying giant demon.

Cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Even from several li away, he could feel the giant demon's terrifying aura.

Was this the terror of a Nascent Soul Cultivator?

A streak of sword light descended from the sky, cleaving the giant demon formed from demonic mist in two. Powerful gusts swept out, ravaging all directions. Nearby buildings were crushed directly into dust and blown toward the horizon.

Chen Lan was trembling with fear as well. She murmured, "So this is the Sword Saint..."

"His pride sweeps across the universe for ten thousand miles; his sheathed sword suppresses the demonic path..."

She had heard tales of the Sword Saint before, but they had only been tales. Only upon witnessing him in person could she understand how powerful the Sword Saint truly was.

Yi Xiaofeng was also filled with emotion.

Wasn't he supposed to have no chance of winning?

This aura felt like it was completely crushing Slaughter Heart Old Demon!

After the giant demon was destroyed, a black shadow burst out from the surging demonic mist. It had a human shape, but its true appearance could not be seen.

Bai Hongxiao appeared before it as if teleporting and swung his sword upward.

The moment this sword struck out, heaven and earth seemed to freeze. The clouds and demonic mist froze along with them, completely motionless.

After an unknown number of seconds, sword qi suddenly erupted, directly annihilating the black shadow. The exploding sword qi ravaged Zhuo Ye Fortress.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Every streak of sword qi that fell could easily destroy a pavilion. When they struck the streets, they split open bottomless fissures.