An unprecedented gravity appeared on Blade Demon Feng Xingyun's cold, merciless face. He stood silently, slowly lowering the Delicate-Brow Saber until it pointed at the snow at a forty-five-degree angle. His gaze fixed intently on Yuchi Chong's face, and he said quietly, "He was my disciple!" Only after Yang Mingwei's death had he been willing to acknowledge him as his disciple. Having watched Yuchi Chong kill his personally trained disciple with a single palm strike, Feng Xingyun's heart seethed with murderous intent.
Yuchi Chong smiled. "Good. I feel much better now!"
The Delicate-Brow Saber in Feng Xingyun's hand rose inch by inch. That thin, light blade seemed to weigh a thousand tons in his grasp.
Yuchi Chong's grizzled brows stirred slightly. He knew that although Feng Xingyun had not rushed to attack, he had already begun gathering power, preparing to release blade energy and kill without a visible trace. Yuchi Chong clenched both fists, his knuckles cracking crisply like exploding firecrackers.
Liang Wensheng watched the scene ahead with concern. Xue Zhenhai sighed softly. "When masters clash, we had better keep our distance." He helped one of his subordinates up, preparing to move away from the battlefield before they were caught in the fighting. Then he spotted a white-clad figure standing silently in the northeast corner. It was Shangguan Yunchong, whom he had searched for everywhere without finding a trace. Shangguan Yunchong held a Dog-Beating Staff that was green from end to end.
Xue Zhenhai set his subordinate down and said gravely to Liang Wensheng, "Help me look after them." Grabbing his Dog-Beating Staff, he walked toward Shangguan Yunchong.
Yuchi Chong suddenly strode forward. Every strand of his grizzled beard bristled, and he resembled an enraged male lion, his overwhelming presence looking down upon all six directions. His right leg drove