Shadow Wolf Martial Hall Master Ying Yi Dies!

Ying Yi looked at the formal disciples sprawled on the ground, his heart aching fiercely. His knuckles whitened as he stared at Cheng Yang's Fangtooth Ghost mask, his voice laced with anger and confusion.

"Fangtooth Ghost, everyone in Qinglin County knows about you and the Four-Ping Gang. So you came to my martial hall because Shadow Wolf Martial Hall has been working with the Four-Ping Gang?"

Cheng Yang straightened, Broken Stream held across his front, his gaze locked onto Ying Yi.

"Since you won't answer, then die!" Ying Yi held his saber before him. Even as he spoke, his blade had already thrust out.

The saber swept upward from below, aiming straight for Cheng Yang's waist and abdomen.

A Force Tempering Martial Master's strike was more than a level faster than those disciples from before. The sound of the blade splitting the air was brief and solid, carrying the steadiness of over a decade steeped in this realm.

Cheng Yang twisted aside and avoided the slash with only a slight movement. Broken Stream met Ying Yi's saber from the side, following its incoming momentum. The two blades collided with a piercing shriek, sparks scattering between them before dying out.

Ying Yi did not withdraw his attack. Borrowing the recoil from the clashing blades, he spun and swept his saber in from the side. Cheng Yang raised his blade to block. When Broken Stream collided with the saber, a dull metallic clang rang out. Cheng Yang's wrist dipped slightly before steadying, then he twisted it. Broken Stream's edge slid along the saber's blade, drawing a shallow cut across the outside of Ying Yi's tiger's mouth.

Ying Yi stepped back half a pace and lowered his head to look at the blood seeping from his tiger's mouth. When he raised his head