Secret Chamber

Boom!

The force generated by Fang Yu's Mixed Iron Trident collided violently with Qin Jianghe's Broken Blade.

A muffled thud echoed.

Qin Jianghe's figure was instantly sent flying backward, crashing through the window and into the main hall of the house.

"Heh, Qin Jianghe, you're even more pathetic than I thought!"

Fang Yu advanced with his trident, his figure whistling in like a gust of wind.

Whoosh whoosh!

Countless crossbow bolts shot out continuously from the beams of the house, covering the sky and earth like a rain curtain, enveloping Fang Yu at the doorway.

"Traps?!"

Fang Yu exclaimed softly.

What kind of decent person installs traps in their own living room?!

Though surprised, Fang Yu remained calm in the face of danger, wielding the Mixed Iron Trident like a wheel, creating a series of crisp clangs.

Only a pile of broken arrows and bolts remained on the ground.

Fang Yu glared around.

The entire hall was empty.

Where was Qin Jianghe?

At this moment, Ji Chengkong strode in from outside.

He laughed loudly:

"Faction Leader Fang, don't be anxious. There's a secret room in this house. Qin Jianghe is just putting up a last-ditch resistance."

This secret room was where Qin Jianghe secluded himself for cultivation and stored the secret manuals and confidential letters sent by the Raging Tide Main Faction.

Ji Chengkong was responsible for its construction back then.

He naturally knew how to open it.

Ji Chengkong walked to the side room, moved a celadon vase from the side table, revealing a groove underneath.

He pressed it directly.

A muffled rumble came from the wardrobe next to the bed.

Ji Chengkong smiled and gestured, indicating that the secret room was behind the wardrobe.

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing Ji Chengkong, wondering if he was planning to double-cross him.

After a long while, he slowly said:

"You open the door."

A trace of anger flashed across Ji Chengkong's face, but he quickly returned to his calm smile and nodded slightly:

"It's only right that Faction Leader Fang has some concerns."

Whoosh.

Without another word, Ji Chengkong opened the wardrobe door.

Behind the door, a rectangular, dark opening was revealed, with a flight of stairs extending down into the pitch-black passage.

Fang Yu said as before:

"You go down first."

Ji Chengkong hesitated this time.

There should have been luminous pearls on both sides of the passage for lighting, but Qin Jianghe had taken the first step and cut off all light sources.

It was now pitch black.

If Qin Jianghe launched a sudden attack with his saber in the dark.

In such a dark environment.

Ji Chengkong would inevitably bear the brunt, making it an almost certain death trap.

The best method was naturally to find cannon fodder to test the way.

But this was the Broken Blade Hall headquarters.

He had already done everything he could to transfer the experts from the hall, and secretly bring in the Yaksha Faction Leader, Fang Yu.

Where could he find new cannon fodder?

Clang!

The Mixed Iron Trident swept out horizontally.

It was already resting on Ji Chengkong's neck, the cold touch constantly reminding him of the threat of death.

"Move."

Fang Yu chuckled, his tone chilling.

Leaving Ji Chengkong's mind echoing with only one phrase.

Robbing a tiger of its skin!

Ji Chengkong gripped the folding fan in his hand and stepped into the dark chamber. He was still gambling in his heart...

Compared to himself.

The Acquired Realm Fang Yu was clearly a greater threat.

As the saying goes, to catch the bandits, first catch the leader. If Qin Jianghe were to attack, he would most likely target Fang Yu first.

This was his chance to survive.

The darkness gradually swallowed Ji Chengkong and Fang Yu's vision.

Ji Chengkong focused his energy into his eyes, trying to capture more information, but to no avail. All he saw was endless black.

He could only rely on feeling his way forward.

To find the steps leading down.

According to Ji Chengkong's memory, the secret chamber wasn't large, only extending one level down, divided into two halls, inner and outer.

Soon.

The two of them felt their way to the bottom in the darkness.

Looking back.

They could only see the entrance of the closet outlined by the light and shadows, while in front of them, they could vaguely make out a stone door.

Qin Jianghe was nowhere to be seen.

Fang Yu used his hearing to discern the position, but he couldn't hear any sound in the darkness, not even the other man's breathing.

"Open the door."

Fang Yu urged Ji Chengkong.

Ji Chengkong groped around, found the position of the two door seams, and pushed with all his strength. All that could be heard was a heavy rumbling sound.

The stone door slowly moved.

Until it was completely open, allowing one person to pass through.

Ji Chengkong didn't wait for Fang Yu's urging, he already had his folding fan in one hand, while circulating his inner energy, and was on high alert.

This was the last stone chamber.

Qin Jianghe could only be here.

Ji Chengkong and Fang Yu stepped into the stone chamber one after the other, and suddenly a sharp gust of wind rose in the darkness.

Ji Chengkong and Fang Yu were both greatly alarmed.

Ji Chengkong suddenly felt a cold edge graze his scalp, heading straight for Fang Yu's face behind him.

Clang!

Fang Yu's ears twitched slightly, and he raised the Mixed Iron Trident to block it by a hair's breadth. Bang, his hair crown was shattered by the saber.

His hair instantly fell into disarray.

"Qin Jianghe, sneaking around!"

Fang Yu instantly caught Qin Jianghe's blurred figure in the darkness, and with a flick of the Mixed Iron Trident, with a clang...

He barely managed to block the saber that followed closely behind.

Qin Jianghe sighed inwardly.

He was still injured after all.

If his strength had recovered to the Acquired Realm, with Fang Yu in the light and him ambushing from the dark, that one saber would have seriously injured him.

Although it was a pity.

But Qin Jianghe wouldn't give up such a good opportunity to press the attack. If he couldn't use the terrain to narrow the gap between himself and Fang Yu.

The longer it dragged on.

His defeat would become more apparent.

To make a long story short.

But the exchange between Qin Jianghe and Fang Yu only happened in a flash, as he seized the disadvantage of Fang Yu not yet being accustomed to the dark environment.

The Broken Blade Hall delivered continuous slashes, sometimes domineering and vigorous, sometimes unrestrained and free, the saber moves changing intricately, and were exceptionally fierce.

The Golden Saber Art and Free Will Saber Art were used alternately, the saber moves seemed like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven, endless and without beginning or end.

Even Fang Yu, this old opponent who had fought him many times, still couldn't adapt to the seemingly infinite changes in his saber moves and techniques.

He retreated step by step in the darkness, and in an instant, his plain Confucian robe was slashed to pieces, revealing streaks of blood.

But Qin Jianghe knew that this was not enough.

Fang Yu was experienced.

He firmly guarded the vital points around his body. Although he looked disheveled at the moment, his actual combat strength was not diminished. As for Qin Jianghe himself...

Qin Jianghe could already feel a faint pain in his abdomen.

The wound that had just healed seemed to be showing signs of reopening.

Not to mention, there was also Ji Chengkong watching him like a tiger from the side.

However, no matter what, Qin Jianghe absolutely couldn't give up this advantageous terrain; otherwise, he would have no way to contend with Fang Yu even for a moment.

At this moment, Ji Chengkong leaned against the stone wall of the inner chamber, feeling a burst of fear in his heart. He was still afraid.

If Qin Jianghe's saber strike had been aimed at him just now, he would already be in two separate pieces.

Ji Chengkong calmed himself down, listening to the constant clanging of metal on metal coming from the darkness.

With the help of the occasional sparks, he gradually sketched out two black figures leaping and dodging in his mind's eye.

The one wielding the saber was Qin Jianghe.

His fierce offensive of rapid attacks and quick slashes was already showing signs of decline, and Fang Yu, who was gradually adapting, was gradually turning the tide.

If he wasn't worried that Qin Jianghe still had some tricks up his sleeve in the secret chamber, he probably would have already reversed the fierce offensive without holding back.

But Ji Chengkong knew that this secret chamber was Qin Jianghe's training room, and no hidden passages for setting up traps were left when it was built.

He gripped his folding fan.

With a surge of inner force, the fan bones clanged, revealing rows of sharp spikes.

He aimed at Qin Jianghe's figure, gathering his strength, ready to strike. He was going to finish Qin Jianghe off here!