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Zhou Yifan swiftly caught up to the two middle-aged men.

They split in two directions, one left and one right, and Zhou Yifan pursued the taller middle-aged man first.

"Mr. Feng, forgive me." Zhou Yifan revealed himself, his face full of helplessness. "Please stay."

The light of his sword suddenly blazed, and with a hum, a curtain of sword light enveloped the tall middle-aged man.

The tall middle-aged man struck out with his palm to meet it, snorting coldly. "Little Zhou, don't ruin yourself!"

"Mr. Feng, what choice do I have?" Zhou Yifan said helplessly. "I can only choose to keep you two here."

"Paper cannot wrap fire. Little Zhou, think this through."

"I'll delay things for as long as I can. I can't let you two go back and spread the news."

"Then don't blame us for dragging you down with us even in death."

"Rest assured, gentlemen, I won't kill you. I merely mean to keep you here." As he spoke, the sword light flared once more, and its speed surged again.

In an instant, it pierced through the cover of palm shadows and struck the tall middle-aged man in the left shoulder.

Half the tall middle-aged man's body immediately went numb, and he toppled straight over.

Zhou Yifan's face was pale as he dragged an afterimage and appeared before the short middle-aged man a hundred meters away. Without another word, his sword light flashed again, then pierced the short man's left shoulder.

The short middle-aged man also fell stiffly backward, his face filled with disbelief.

Zhou Yifan sighed. "This is the Thunderclap Sword Art I obtained through a fortuitous encounter."

The power gathered on the sword was peculiar, possessing the wondrous effect of lightning. Once it entered the body, it directly numbed and paralyzed the entire body.