The instant Sun Hai finished speaking, Ye Yiqing swung the sharp blade in his hand.
The jet-black katana, trailing a silvery-white blade, slashed straight at the leader's throat.
Just before they were about to touch, a powerful hurricane burst forth from the leader's body.
Ye Yiqing was blown into the air by the powerful wind, and his attack missed.
"Since you all insist on causing trouble for yourselves, then we have no choice but to act in self-defense."
The leader spoke helplessly, gathering a wind blade in his hand and slashing it towards Ye Yiqing in the air.
The remaining palanquin bearers also engaged in fierce combat with the Special Investigation Squad.
A powerful aura erupted from Sun Hai.
The oppressive aura of the ' Transcendent ' realm instantly enveloped everyone.
The three sedan chair bearers exchanged glances and simultaneously launched an attack on Sun Hai.
In mid-air, Ye Yiqing suddenly swung out a serrated blade, shattering all the wind blades in front of him.
With a twist of his body, he stepped onto the almost vertical mountain wall beside him.
The blade is sheathed; the fifth form of the Nine Forms of the Blade School: Iaido.
Ye Yiqing's figure instantly transformed into a streak of cold light, pouncing towards Feng Nan like a hunting python.
Feng Nan was startled. He immediately created a stream of air beneath his feet to lift himself up and dodge Ye Yiqing's attack.
As the cold light faded, Ye Yiqing continued to move horizontally due to inertia.
The friction between their feet and the ground kicked up a lot of dust.
Without any hesitation, he swiftly unleashed several slashes at the wind-man flying through the air.
The Sixth Form of the Nine Forms of the Blade School: Soaring.
Several sword energies were unleashed at a dazzling speed, but Feng Nan effortlessly dodged them all.
He flicked his hand upwards, and a miniature tornado rose from the ground, engulfing Ye Yiqing in mid-air.
"Not good..." Ye Yiqing's expression hardened. If he didn't have any leverage in the air, he would be a lamb to the slaughter.
Feng Nan waved his hand downwards again, and a powerful hurricane blew towards Ye Yiqing.
This time, however, he was blown to the ground; the Wind Man wanted to smash Ye Yiqing to death.
At the same time, Feng Nan unleashed more than a dozen wind blades, intending to kill Ye Yiqing.
Ye Yiqing calmly watched the ground getting closer and closer to him, as well as the wind blades approaching him.
He gripped the blade tightly with both hands, preparing to use a sword technique to cushion the impact upon landing.
Just as he was about to land, a blue figure pulled him back in mid-air, slowing him down before he landed on the ground.
"Switch opponents! I'll take care of the wind-based play!"
Xing Lan said to Ye Yiqing with a smile, then flew into the air parallel to Feng Nan.
Spreading out two pairs of wings that were noticeably larger than a year ago, a storm of stars rained down on the other side.
"Hahaha! Let's have an exhilarating aerial duel!"
The wind man's face twitched, and he roared in the face of the Gatling gun-like attack.
A massive tornado enveloped him, forming a protective shield.
The stars were all swept up in it, and then disappeared.
Seeing this, Xing Lan simply smiled slightly.
The straight blade in his hand slowly coalesced into a rotating crescent moon, which he then swung fiercely towards the wind man who was enveloped by the tornado.
The crescent moon was hit like a baseball and began to grow larger in the air.
Then, with a single strike, it cleaved the tornado in two.
At the same time, one of the Wind Man's ears was also severed.
Blood dripped down his cheeks and landed on a huge rock on the ground.
The rock began to sway slightly, then was slowly lifted up by a muscular man.
The muscular man lifted the boulder above his head and threw it at Ye Yiqing without hesitation.
Ye Yiqing arched his back, his whole body poised to gather strength.
The fourth form of the Nine Forms of the Blade School: Beast Claw.
Three blades of light, like sharp claws, fell down, shattering the boulder, which was three meters long, wide, and high, into dust.
The muscular man plunged one hand into the rock wall and exerted force suddenly.
Two cracks began to appear from his hand, forcefully prying a huge rock off from it.
He suddenly threw it at Ye Yiqing with one hand.
The boulder crashed down where Ye Yiqing was standing, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The muscular man grinned and gave a mocking smile.
But then, he felt a murderous intent rising from behind him.
Without much hesitation, he threw a punch directly behind him.
The blade is turned around, unleashing the third form of the Nine Forms of the Blade School: Luo Zhan.
The blade flashed in an arc, colliding with the muscular man's fist from top to bottom.
The sharp blade sliced through the muscular man's fist in one swift motion.
With a surge of rage, the muscular man exerted his strength once more, blasting Ye Yiqing away.
Ye Yiqing kept retreating, and bumped into Liu Xiaogang.
He turned to look at Liu Xiaogang behind him and noticed that he wasn't in a very good state.
"Do you need any help?"
Liu Xiaogang shook his head. "No need, I already know his capabilities."
With that, he twirled the spear in his hand with a flourish and charged towards the person in front of him.
The other person had a bandage wrapped around their wrist and was in a standard fist-and-palm salute posture.
He raised one foot, then abruptly retreated to create distance from Liu Xiaogang, who was charging towards him, and swiftly threw two punches in mid-air.
Liu Xiaogang suddenly pressed his body down, and the ground behind him kicked up dust as if he had been hit.
The boxing boy's pupils dilated in disbelief; Liu Xiaogang had actually dodged his attack.
Liu Xiaogang seized the opportunity and threw the spear.
Just as the spear was about to strike, a thick wooden vine fell from the side, blocking the attack.
Liu Xiaogang's expression twitched as he looked towards the source of the wooden vines.
A slender woman was standing in the middle of several wooden vines.
Seeing Liu Xiaogang Liu Xiaogang at her, the woman gave him a disdainful smile.
Liu Xiaogang looked furious, but then he seemed to see something and started to smile smugly again.
The woman frowned slightly at his strange behavior and turned to look behind her.
The pupils dilated rapidly.
Suddenly, Sun Hai appeared behind her, a jet-black scythe gleaming in her eyes.
Sun Hai struck the woman's neck with the back of his sickle, the powerful force causing her to lose consciousness instantly.
The thick vines around them also seemed to have lost their vitality and withered.
After knocking the woman unconscious, Sun Hai threw his sickle at another person.
But at that moment, an orange-red laser beam shot towards Sun Hai.
The laser pierced through Sun Hai's body, but no blood flowed out.
Sun Hai's figure seemed to transform into a wisp of black mist and merge into the shadows.
The laser-wielding man hurriedly looked at the scythe that Sun Hai had just thrown out.
The scythe disappeared into the shadow, instantly emitting wisps of black mist, and a figure slowly took shape.
Sun Hai gripped the sickle and slashed directly at the man who hadn't yet reacted.
However, just as he was about to strike, Sun Hai turned his sickle and used the back of the blade to knock him unconscious, thus saving his life.
Seeing that his two accomplices had been subdued by Sun Hai, cold sweat began to trickle down the laser man's forehead.
Sun Hai slowly turned his head to look at him.
The laser-wielding man was startled and immediately pointed two fingers at Sun Hai.
A ball of orange-red light gathered between his two fingers, and Sun Hai slowly raised his hand.