Chapter 55

In a moment, aside from Ling Tui Si's people, the Ten Thousand Family Manor had no one else; a constable rushed into the main gate and reported to Ling Tui Si, saying, 'Sir, the entire Ten Thousand Family has been surrounded; for miles around, there is not a single person!'

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Ling Tui Si nodded slightly, his gaze shifting, and he saw Feng Yi with his hands behind his back, standing far off against the five cloaked figures, speaking loudly: "Feng Yi, as long as you hand over the secret of the Linked City Secret with both hands, from now on leave Jingzhou and never set foot there again, I, in consideration of your deceased father, will wipe the slate clean."

At that moment, the bearded man laughed loudly and said: "Magistrate Ling, are you still going to stand by what you said earlier?"

"Chief Ling," the thin tall man said coldly: "We agreed—we take the Divine Illumination Scripture, you want the Linked City Secret—what does this mean?" He had never spoken before; when he spoke, his voice was extremely gloomy, like an owl's cry.

Ling Tui Si nodded and said: "As an official, my word is naturally binding. But I just want to point out that capturing Feng Yi alive is no easy task for you all."

He appears modest and impulsive, but in reality he is cautious, his methods are ruthless; facing him, one cannot show womanish kindness, nor can one act rashly out of competitiveness.

"If we can avoid fighting, we should avoid fighting—that is the best strategy!"

It turned out that Ling Tui Si saw that Feng Yi, though still young, had already achieved such accomplishments in martial arts. Moreover, he was sharp-minded and cold-blooded; Ling Tui Si guessed that Feng Yi would surely kill him in the future.

His reason for willingly taking great risks, bearing infamy, and cooperating with these cloaked men was simply for the future!

Feng Yi, hearing this, couldn't help but be stunned—had Ling Tui Si seen through him so clearly? Thinking this, he became a bit more cautious.

Feng Yi stretched out his arm, pointing at each of the cloaked men in turn, and said: "No matter who wins or loses today, someone among you will surely die—don't you want to leave your names behind?"

The cloaked men could not help but admit that this was the truth.

The thin-faced man said coldly: "I am Shengdi, fifth-generation disciple of the Blood Blade Sect."

The bearded man pushing the coffin said proudly: "Baoxiang."

The chubby man, smiling, said: "Shanyong."

"Bayin."

"Hujie."

The remaining two also reported their dharma names.

Feng Yi's icy gaze swept over the five faces, and he sneered: "Surely you are bald donkeys of the Blood Blade Sect—but I don't know where the Blood Blade Patriarch is."

Shengdi wasn't angry either, and said calmly: "If you want to see my master, wait until you have the ability to defeat us, then we'll talk."

Feng Yi chuckled and said: "From your tone, it sounds like you want to duel me one-on-one?"

Shengdi and the others heard his mocking tone; although they were annoyed, they could do nothing about it.

Shengdi shook his head: "Your divine skill is astonishing; my fellow disciples cannot match you in single combat, so we must join forces to seek instruction."

These five are all experts of the Blood Blade Sect of the Qinghai Black Cult; in the original plot, Ding Dian's Divine Illumination Skill had already been perfected, and when facing these five attackers, he had Di Yun impersonate him and adopt ambush tactics.

Their martial prowess speaks for itself.

Shengdi had the strongest martial arts and was the first Ding Dian greeted. However, Feng Yi's fame was too great, his martial arts too strong; even if they were reckless, they dared not fight him one-on-one—not even Shengdi, whose martial arts surpassed their peers.

Feng Yi laughed: "Five against one—how splendid, how splendid!" He took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Then take this move!"

Suddenly he performed a backflip somersault, thrusting both palms outward with a "hum" as the coffin flew toward the five.

Although he and Baoxiang had just pushed out the coffin and it looked the same, the wind sound carried by the coffin was vastly different in strength.

The five monks found their breathing hindered by the strong wind, and their hearts shuddered. Feng Yi's palm force, combined with the coffin, weighed more than a thousand jin.

But the five knew that if they dodged and did not receive the attack, they would lose face; Baoxiang, whose arm strength was the greatest, let out a low roar, the hard blue stone under his feet thudding, his whole body's power exploding, muscles bulging, an extremely fierce killing aura spreading.

Beside them, Bayin and Hujie each displayed their secret techniques, four palms flipping together, shouting: "Let's catch it together!"

Baoxiang also knew he could not withstand it alone; with his brothers' help, he was further backing them up, and the three exerted force simultaneously, preparing to meet it head-on.

Suddenly with a "peng" sound, an ear-splitting explosion, the coffin shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions under the surging internal force; Baoxiang and the others were instantly startled.

It turned out that Feng Yi's push was the "One Throw, Thousand Jin" taught by Ding Dian—initially very light, hard to notice, but storing the later force within the object, then suddenly releasing it to strike the opponent heavily in one blow.

In the original plot, Ding Dian, pierced through the pipa bones, used corpses as hidden weapons; even those with superb lightness skills could hardly dodge, which is why.

Moreover, Feng Yi had not yet been pierced through the pipa bones, and even surpassed Ding Dian; this coffin suddenly exploded, its wooden splinters sharp-edged, their trajectory astonishing.

Baoxiang and the other two had no time to react when a sudden strong wind blew, and a black cloak unfurled in midair, blocking in front of them.

It turned out that Shengdi had torn off his cloak to shield them.

Shengdi's martial arts far surpassed the others; using his cloak to block the wood chips, he initially felt pleased, but unexpectedly, when Feng Yi pushed the coffin, his toes touched the ground and he thrust off hard—like an arrow leaving the bow, he shot forward and simultaneously struck out a palm.

This palm's trajectory was like a flood dragon entering the sea, a fierce tiger descending the mountain, a mountain-moving, sea-overturning force driving the wood chips in all directions.

These wood chip fragments carried the internal force of the Divine Illumination Skill, their power not inferior to that of a sharp steel blade or a strong crossbow bolt; seeing this, everyone showed fearful expressions and retreated one after another.

Amidst the continual "chi" sounds, the wood chips pierced straight through Shengdi's cloak, but Baoxiang and the others were no pushovers. In the moment of obstruction, some leapt up, others immediately imitated, tearing off their cloaks to sweep and strike the wood chips.

Although these few were highly skilled and the wood chips could hardly wound them, Ling Tui Si's retinue suffered terrible misfortune.

A wood chip grazing the body or cheek would draw blood; striking the eye would blind; hitting a vital spot would be fatal.

In an instant, screams rang out, with over ten wounded or killed.

Then came a "dang" sound, the sword leaving its sheath with a dragon's roar.

Feng Yi had pondered for a while; once he struck, he would not limit himself to a single move—while his palm struck the fragments, the sword at his waist was drawn simultaneously.

One move, "Neighing Wind, Rustling," pointed directly at Shengdi, while his fist rushed toward Baoxiang's face.

Feng Yi saw that these few were not easy opponents, and immediately decided to use weapons—after all, today he wanted to kill to his heart's content, while preserving his internal energy as much as possible.

With true qi infused, the sword's blade suddenly shone, emitting a "chi" sound, as ten-odd cold stars covered Shengdi, the dragon's chant rustling, exactly matching his move.

"Hey!"

Shengdi gave a mighty shout, a "dang" rang, and in his hand appeared a broad-bladed saber curved like a crescent moon; he slashed three times in quick succession—truly his life's masterpiece, its cold light icy, wind howling, indeed raising a wave of blades.

At the same time, Baoxiang saw that Feng Yi's punch was flawless, swiftly turned his body, and instead of meeting it head-on, threw a punch at Feng Yi's waist.

The waist is a vital point of the human body; when Baoxiang threw his punch, his middle finger protruded—this move is a killing technique from the Blood Blade Classic, not only extremely tricky in angle, but specially designed to break internal martial arts' body-protecting divine skill.

Shanyong also leapt up from nowhere, drew his curved blade, and chopped toward Feng Yi's head.

Under the combined assault of these three masters, few in the world could retreat unscathed, let alone attack.

Feng Yi suddenly swayed his body, dodging Shanyong's blade,

his right-hand sword trembled, the "dang-dang" sound ringing like linked beads, reflecting back all the waves of blades that Shengdi had stirred up, while his left palm lowered to block and received Baoxiang's punch.

Baoxiang's punch struck Feng Yi's palm, and he suddenly felt a warm surge of internal force like a flood, his arm going numb! He had launched with preparation, while Feng Yi had split his force into the palm; yet he still possessed such power that he immediately wanted to retreat.

Suddenly Feng Yi gave a loud shout, his robes billowing; the treasure elephant instantly seemed to be in a furnace, a flush rising on its face.

He was not weak in martial arts; although defeated, he did not panic, suddenly leaping backward—but as soon as he reached midair, the treasure elephant cried out, with a bang, fell to the ground.

The Blood Knife Monks were all startled.

Feng Yi, seeing the opportunity so quickly, suddenly shouted 'Strike!'—a sword had already pierced the Victorious Truth Knife Net, thrusting straight at his throat.

(End of chapter)