Chapter 60

Everyone, hearing the Blood Saber Patriarch's words, couldn't help but turn their gazes to Qiu Fang; although her cheeks were swollen, her eyes were like autumn water, and the section of her neck below her face was white and smooth like mutton fat, clearly showing she was a beauty in the making.

As for those who had already seen Qiu Fang's true appearance in the Wan family, many harbored an unspeakable thought: "Let go of that maiden, let me have her."

After all, being able to embrace her like the Blood Saber Monk is also a pleasure in life! Once a person has this sordid thought, they naturally think, it's not just me who has this idea, hehe, Feng Yi, even with your godlike martial arts, you still can't pass the beauty barrier, ultimately you're just like us! Especially those who envy and resent Feng Yi for gaining such fame at a young age are all waiting for him to stumble, to see his joke.

After all, the martial world is full of mixed characters; how many truly want to kill the Blood Saber Monk and uphold righteousness? There are, but very few! And on top of this already scarce group, there is another important factor: martial ability, capability.

"Hehe"

Feng Yi gave a cold chuckle and said, "I've heard that the Blood Saber Patriarch, the sect leader of your school, has roamed the martial world for decades; I regard you as an opponent."

"Look at you in dire straits—what lofty words could you have? I didn't expect you to be no different from anyone else, still talking about fighting on? Hehe, I really overestimated you." He laughed, shook his head, showed great disdain, then planted his long sword in the ground and began massaging his left shoulder.

He was cut by the Blood Saber Patriarch at the Wan mansion; before he could recover, he fiercely killed the Patriarch and his disciples. Consequently, his left shoulder wound not only didn't heal, it worsened! Furthermore, while pursuing the Blood Saber Patriarch, he added a few more injuries; once he rescues someone later, his left hand will be more agile, giving him a greater chance.

"What do you mean?" the Blood Saber Patriarch was not only not angry, but also understood his intention.

Because he himself also needed time to gather his internal energy, he instead put on a curious expression.

Actually, this is a tacit understanding; both parties are aware of it.

The only difference is that Feng Yi has taken the initiative.

Not bad, the Blood Saber Patriarch talks big, but deep down he never felt that capturing Qiu Fang meant he had won.

Otherwise, he could have simply forced Feng Yi to compromise—much easier! For instance, chopping off a leg or an arm.

Rather, he knows that using Qiu Fang to buy some time is possible, but if he relies on her to survive and forces Feng Yi to submit, that's a pipe dream!

Once he speaks, if Feng Yi says he can't do it, isn't that utter doom? No time left.

Feng Yi glanced at Qiu Fang and said, "I, Feng Yi, want to kill Qiu Changfa because he is unfilial; this maiden, knowing she cannot match his strength, still dares to stand up for her father—this filial devotion, compared to Qiu Changfa and his Wan sect disciples, is truly precious."

This is just like you just said Di Yun has a good conscience—after seeing so much wickedness, it's rare to encounter such goodness, and we want to preserve it. But compared to my resolve to kill you, they are not comparable; what right do you have to tell me whether to fight or not?

"Can't you see who now holds the situation?"

"Is that so?" the Blood Saber Patriarch said softly, "If we exchanged this maiden for Wan Zhenshan's son, could you treat them equally and also fulfill her filial devotion?"

"Hero Feng, the Patriarch's internal energy is far inferior to yours, and his martial arts cannot surpass yours, but this pair of eyes is certainly not worse than yours."

Moreover, if you truly don't care about her life, why waste words with me? You could have already seized her by force!

"This lass is gorgeous; any man who sees her would be moved. I say you have a fondness for men, but that's just nonsense—why not admit it openly?"

These words came out of nowhere, extremely abrupt; only this old monk would dare say them, and everyone stared in shock.

Qiu Fang's face also turned deathly pale, her expression growing more dazed.

Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh: "In your eyes, I should now beat her to death, or strike at you without hesitation; that would be to make my intentions clear."

"If I don't do that, it means I have affection for her, right?"

The Blood Saber Patriarch narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a blade sweeping across Qiu Fang's face: "Isn't that the case? I threaten you, you should let me die; you restrain yourself from striking, isn't it because you want her to live?"

Feng Yi stared without blinking at the Blood Saber Patriarch and said slowly, "I want her to live—what of it?"

Before the Blood Saber Patriarch could speak, Feng Yi continued, "In this world there are your kind who treat human lives like grass, willing to maim disciples just to survive, and there are those who, to achieve their goals, spare no effort in killing masters and harming daughters; I, Feng Yi, simply refuse to slaughter the innocent—is that not allowed?"

"What's most laughable is that they've done nothing, yet I could justify letting them lose their lives just to prove I don't like them—on what basis? On the fact that my martial arts surpass theirs?"

Feng Yi lightly waved his finger, shook his head: "No, that's not a human thought, but that of beasts and monsters! Of course, everyone has their own way of living; I can't control you beasts, but if I, Feng Yi, were to do such a thing, I would be unworthy of the Divine Illumination Skill transmitted by Hero Ding Dian. Moreover, it would make the righteous act of Master Mei, who would rather jump into the river than pass his divine skill to a disciple, become a laughingstock!"

Speaking, his eyes flashed like lightning as he looked around: "I, Feng Yi, cannot pretend to be evil like this Blood Saber scoundrel, nor dare I claim my actions are wholly righteous—but can I not even possess a bit of basic human sympathy? Empathy? Remorse?"

"If I lacked this heart, what would be the point of you seizing her?"

He spoke at length, his words ringing like metal and stone, principled and stern.

Many people came to realize that Feng Yi had no romantic feelings for Qiu Fang; it was merely because Qiu Fang was the reason the Blood Saber Monk had captured her.

It was also due to his own pursuit, and seeing Qiu Fang—who had just lost her father and suffered humiliation—naturally evoked sympathy and guilt in him.

Thus, the Blood Saber Patriarch's seizure of Qiu Fang was what made Feng Yi halt his pursuit.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel secretly ashamed.

If they had Feng Yi's abilities, would they feel sympathy for others' misfortunes? If they implicated others in suffering, would they feel guilt? Would they not, like the Blood Saber Monk, think themselves strong, believing that whatever they do to you is your honor, and so on?

Suddenly, many understood a principle: Feng Yi receiving the Divine Illumination Skill transmitted by Ding Dian was not luck! It was his frankness.

Many martial artists in Jingzhou, after learning of Feng Yi's extraordinary encounter, originally felt dissatisfied, thinking Feng Yi merely helped Ding Dian rescue Ling Shuanghua and was a martial arts genius, thus earning his favor.

Little did they know that, aside from romance, Ding Dian was no pedant in any respect; upon first seeing Feng Yi's divine skill progress too quickly, fearing it would harm the martial world, they all conceived the idea of killing him.

It was Feng Yi's open and sincere nature that convinced Ding Dian, thereby dispelling his killing intent.

If Feng Yi had put on the act of a hero who repays hatred with virtue before him, Ding Dian's Shadowless Divine Fist would have already greeted him; thus Feng Yi's present standing is not merely luck.

Only then did those who had still wanted to see Feng Yi's joke realize how narrow-minded they were.

The Blood Saber Patriarch's heart felt like a sinking plummet, plunging to the depths.

He knew he was doomed to die today.

The Blood Saber Patriarch's fighting will is so strong that rivals are hard to find under heaven; if he could merely perceive that Feng Yi loves Qiu Fang more than himself, he would secure total victory.

But so far, he has not noticed.

The Blood Saber Patriarch, hoping to rely on Qiu Fang to stay alive, lets not even the slightest flicker of Feng Yi's expression escape his eyes.

He sees that Feng Yi's feelings toward Qiu Fang are indeed extraordinary, yet whatever gaze or expression she shows reveals only sympathy, pity, guilt, etc. —there is no love.

Lacking the fervent passion of Di Yun, nor the willingness to sacrifice oneself!

If Feng Yi were like Di Yun, the Blood Saber Patriarch would have already raised his blade to test him, to see just how urgent Feng Yi is.

But he knows that if he doesn't make this cut, there is still room to maneuver; if he does, at most he would die alongside Qiu Fang.

Moreover, the Blood Saber Patriarch, unless absolutely forced, still does not wish to die; thus, even while holding Qiu Fang, he remains anxious, fearing that if he provokes Feng Yi into fury, disregarding Qiu Fang's safety, he might attack himself.

Even if Feng Yi doesn't strike, as long as someone else makes a move, he would collapse at the slightest touch; his greatest capability would be to die together with Qiu Fang as a hostage. Thus, Qiu Fang as a hostage is actually no different from a hot potato! Yet the Blood Saber Patriarch sneered, "You people who uphold chivalry as your creed always have this stinking habit—so-called chivalry masking wickedness—this isn't just the one-sided talk of some of you; countless righteous individuals, under the banner of chivalry, have oppressed the innocent, and now you dare lecture the old patriarch! If you have the ability, don't care about this lass's life—come kill me!"

"Lecturing you? I'm not interested!" Feng Yi smiled leisurely: "You naturally want to kill, but I'm merely thinking about how to kill you without harming the maiden's life."

"This is very difficult; I need to think it over carefully."

After all, I'm not as old as you, my martial arts cultivation isn't sufficient enough—this kind of thing is quite a challenge for me!

The Blood Saber Patriarch felt a surge of anger in his chest, almost bursting out in a loud curse.

He had five disciples, four of them dead, his own life not guaranteed till evening, yet he still claimed his martial arts attainment was insufficient!

We see Feng Yi point at the Blood Saber Patriarch and smile, saying: "Look, you're angry, panting like that, you can barely stand, you seized the chance to recover a bit of internal energy, yet you're still thinking about how to run away again, or drag me down with you. Don't bother with nonsense."

All present were moved, even the Blood Saber Patriarch's brows kept twitching, his eyes flashing with sharp light, then he let out a dark sigh: "Feng Yi, dealing with you truly gives this patriarch a headache."

If time could flow backward, I truly would not provoke you!

All his thoughts were under Feng Yi's control; he unconsciously felt his spirit wane, and for a moment sensed his strength draining away bit by bit, truly finding it hard to stand; when he tried to gather his true qi, he could barely raise it, secretly shocked: "This Divine Illumination Skill is so formidable; after all that running, my internal injuries can no longer be suppressed."

He also glanced at the surrounding people eyeing him like tigers, thinking: "Damn it, even if the Patriarch dealt with Feng Yi, would these people not use my head to gain fame? If I want to live, do I still have to rely on Feng Yi to step forward and protect me? They refrain from attacking not out of fear for Qi Fang, but because they are intimidated by Feng Yi's reputation, afraid to take advantage and provoke his displeasure."

In the midst of his thoughts racing, he saw Feng Yi smile faintly and say: "This isn't about whether you provoke me or not; it's that as soon as I know you are the Blood Saber Patriarch, I will surely kill you! So you needn't regret dealing with me! Between us, it's either one survives or we both perish!"

The Blood Saber Patriarch spat hatefully: "For your ridiculous justice!"

Feng Yi shook his head and said: "I may not represent justice, but I think it's better to have more people than beasts in the world; if everyone were beasts and monsters roaming everywhere, what meaning would this world have? So when I encounter beasts and monsters, I must kill them! And justice is never laughable! Understand?"

The Blood Saber Patriarch gave a muffled grunt: "My lifetime of conduct is also not laughable."

Although the Blood Saber Patriarch appeared to be speaking with Feng Yi again, it was practically no different from fighting; they were not only waging a mental battle, but also had to guard against a sneak attack from someone.

The Blood Blade Patriarch may be hated by all, but his enemies are not just Feng Yi alone! And how could Feng Yi not be? He is a walking gold ingot—who wouldn't love him? Someone like the Blood Blade Patriarch is an open enemy, yet who can guarantee that among the onlookers there is no one who wishes him dead? And this is Jingzhou!

What about Ling Tui Si?

So Feng Yi had to worry not only about the Blood Blade monk, but also these onlookers.

Of course, even in such a situation, Feng Yi remained carefree and content.

Because he had victory in his grasp.

The Blood Blade Patriarch's current appearance is nothing but a 'paper tiger'; Feng Yi knows full well that once he acts, taking his life will be as easy as reaching into a bag.

But he still thought, when killing the Blood Blade Patriarch, how to avoid letting Qi Fang die! So what occupied his mind was merely how to strike so as to, as much as possible, not harm Qi Fang's life—perhaps not let Qi Fang die at his hands—but the Blood Blade Patriarch must die no matter what.

The strategic objective never changes; what he considers is merely a tactical problem.

In short, it may seem the Blood Blade Patriarch is threatening Feng Yi, but in fact it holds no water at all!

From beginning to end, Feng Yi never took this threat seriously, because his love for others never surpassed his own, so he would not be coerced!

Feng Yi lifted his left arm slightly, feeling his meridians still unopened, and smiled faintly: 'You are certainly not laughable.'

But in this world there are naturally many choices; the lowest demand of ordinary folk is merely to have enough food and clothing. When conditions improve, they pursue fame, status, and power. Many would give everything they can for that. Yet above that, there is still something else!

But in this world there are already many choices; the demands of ordinary commoners are lowest, just to have enough food and clothing. When conditions improve, they pursue fame, status, and power. Many people can give everything they can for that. Yet above that, there is still something else!

'Peace of mind!'

Feng Yi said: 'You have roamed the world all your life; you should understand one principle: among us martial artists, though we value martial prowess, wisdom is even more important compared to it.'

You regard morality and ethics as trash, committing rape, pillage, and plunder without restraint; thus, to preserve your life, you can even use your own disciples as shields.

But can you truly be at peace with such conduct?

You must constantly guard against your disciples imitating you; even when you sleep at night, you can ever have a moment of peace? That is why, seeing Di Yun act righteously and courageously for his master, you think he has a good conscience—because among your many disciples, none gives you a sense of security.

To keep yourself at ease, you can only maintain your strength at all times; at your age, you train day and night without rest—aren't you exhausted?

Hearing this, the Blood Blade Patriarch's eyes involuntarily showed a hint of dejection, but then his brows rose, full of ferocity, and he laughed loudly: 'Not bad; all my disciples are worthless, so I using them to escape is also truly at ease in my heart.' He silently cursed Feng Yi as treacherous, almost causing his hand to loosen.

Seeing that his psychological tactic was of little use against this old scoundrel, Feng Yi gave a slight smile: 'As you said, the reason I have delayed acting is because she is Qi Fang.'

Actually you are wrong; whether it is her or any innocent stranger you do not know, when you use them to threaten me—

I, Feng Yi, will do the same whenever I am able.

The Blood Blade Patriarch's face darkened as he said: 'Then if I kill her now, can you truly be at peace?'

'Why not?' Feng Yi laughed freely: 'Today you are in a situation where death is certain.'

But if you, at death's door, wanted to drag someone down with you, my inability to save them is not because I don't want to—why would my heart be uneasy? Only, if this matter had not occurred, I would grant you a dignified death, letting you die relatively swiftly, without losing the status of a sect master! But now…

The Blood Blade Patriarch shook Qi Fang, his eyes shifting slightly: 'How then?'

Feng Yi said calmly: 'I will use the very blood blade you rely on to intimidate others, chop off your limbs, cut out your tongue, then pour true qi into you so you do not feel pain for seven days and seven nights before dying—this will be my inadequacy.'

Feng Yi said lightly: "I will use your blood blade, which you rely on to show your might, to cut off your limbs, cut off your tongue, then infuse you with true qi, so you won't feel pain for seven days and seven nights before dying—this counts as Feng's inability."

The Blood Blade Patriarch said gloomily: 'But if I die together with her, I, the Patriarch, would not lose out!'

Feng Yi glanced at Qi Fang: 'I said, she—you may kill her; even if everyone present, if you have the ability, you may kill her! What I can do is……'

He pointed at Di Yun's covered wagon: 'After making you into a human swine, then strip you naked, hire a few common folk, uh……'

Then he shook his head again: 'This wagon—you aren't even worthy to sleep in it.'

Let them drive an open donkey cart, dragging your corpse, while I ride my horse, traveling south and north, wandering streets and alleys, enjoying mountains and waters, and in passing let everyone see what kind of thing the world-renowned Blood Blade Patriarch really is!

I, Feng Yi, could make this my lifelong career, ensuring that you, the high master of the Qinghai Black Sect, are utterly erased from the history of the Blood Blade Sect and become an indelible great contributor!

This matter Feng can take as a lifelong career to undertake, making you, this Grand Master of the Qinghai Black Sect, thoroughly in the history of the Blood Blade Sect, become an indelible great meritorious official!

This Feng Yi is truly demonic and also wicked!

Yet some understand that without such a person, who could deal with the Blood Blade Patriarch?

For example, if Di Yun were placed in Feng Yi's position now, he would likely have kowtowed and begged for mercy for Qi Fang's sake! Upon hearing this, Qi Fang felt utterly disheartened; if she were still not dead, that would be strange, and she merely stared blankly at Di Yun.

Even though the Blood Blade Patriarch is ruthless and indifferent to all benevolence and righteousness, he could not help but frown, thinking: 'This person is cruel and vicious; I have personally seen him deal with Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa! As the head of a sect, if…… then……'

After all, he is a sect master of the Qinghai Black Sect; hearing this, he also could not help but feel hesitant, saying: 'In doing this, are you disregarding the reputations of Mei Niansheng and Ding Dian?'

Seeing him afraid, Feng Yi felt great delight; his stripping women's clothes for amusement, he considered this also a case of using the other's own methods against them.

He smiled faintly: 'I have never met Master Mei; you know what kind of thing his teaching produces.'

Yan Daping quickly lowered his head.

'When Senior Ding taught me the Divine Illumination Skill, I already said my principle of conduct:'

My good intentions cannot match those of the truly virtuous, but my ruthlessness will absolutely exceed that of you, Blood Blade monk, and he knows this point,

Especially if he knows I am using this to deal with you, he will surely applaud and praise, so you need not worry!

Especially if he knows, I am used to deal with you, he will surely applaud, you don't need to worry!

Everyone who heard this exchanged glances; those who knew his deeds knew it was not a lie.

The Blood Blade Monk's gaze swept over Feng Yi's face, then he smiled and said: "Great Hero Feng Yi, I know that the old monk threatened you today; you surely hate me."

If you don't let me die a painful death, and if everyone imitates this, you will have endless troubles.

But the old monk is only doing this to survive, left with no choice; I wish to make amends and apologize to you.

I swear to heaven, I will immediately return to Qinghai and never set foot in the Central Plains again; all you need to do is take a deep breath and shout loudly, declaring that Feng Yi, in the name of the deceased Mei Niansheng and Ding Dian, swears not to make things difficult for me anymore.

The Blood Blade Patriarch glanced at Qi Fang again and smiled: "I will return her to you unharmed, whether you are a great hero of noble bearing, not seizing others' beloved, and thus respected."

Or let this woman feel grateful for your life-saving grace and offer herself to you; then the old monk would not have come in vain, alright?

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the blade, adding a few more cuts to Qi Fang's neck; but Qi Fang, now only feeling shy and anxious from his words, felt no pain, her brows and eyes flushing red, unable to speak, she could only stare fixedly at Di Yun, thinking in her heart: "Senior Brother, I will never change my heart!" Two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

Di Yun had also been struck mute; he could not speak the words he wanted to, but upon seeing his junior sister's tears, he realized: "Yeah, I can't speak, but I can move!"

Feng Yi fixed his gaze on the Blood Blade Monk, seeing him cut Qi Fang's neck again—this was the final ultimatum; his handsome eyes flashed, brilliant light bursting forth, he was about to risk an attack when he suddenly saw Di Yun reaching toward the Blood Blade Monk's side.

Feng Yi gave a soft, cold chuckle: "I, the young master, have seventy-two clever schemes; I used just one—luring the snake out of its hole—to face six opponents alone, leaving your Blood Blade Sect's four masters dead in Jingzhou, while the master and disciple fled in disarray."

Hehe, the whereabouts of that treasure elephant are unknown, which is just good luck, but I still have one hundred and eight tortures to inflict on you, one by one—hehe, just thinking about it is exquisite!

Hearing this, the Blood Blade Patriarch felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if he had defeated and toyed with an enemy; he was both astonished and angry, thinking: "Damn it, this brat is so hard to deal with—could it be that the damned heavens sent him specifically to deal with me? This old ancestor will surely meet his end here!"

Feng Yi appropriated the classic saying the Blood Blade Patriarch once used against Huatiegan; seeing his astonished expression, he felt great satisfaction and coldly said: "Since my debut, I have roamed the jianghu, yet today in Jingzhou City I have been repeatedly humiliated by rustics! You old bald thief, you dare threaten me still? Blood Blade old scoundrel, believe me, you will die a miserable death!"

The Blood Blade Monk, severely wounded, felt this speech strike his heart directly; angry and anxious, he suddenly began to cough.

Seeing Feng Yi's expression change, he secretly thought it was bad, when suddenly Di Yun leapt from behind and lunged at him.

The Blood Blade Patriarch did not turn his head, his gaze slightly askew, and in a trembling voice said: "What a passionate soul!" As he spoke, his left elbow shot out, striking Di Yun's chest.

Di Yun pushed off with his feet and then collapsed limp to the ground.

The Blood Blade Patriarch, seasoned by a hundred battles and rich in adaptive experience—rarely matched in the world—knew that when Di Yun moved, Feng Yi would surely seize the opportunity to strike; while repelling Di Yun, he hastily drew a breath, his body instantly becoming as light as a paper effigy, and he floated backward.

Others might see his movement as swift as a ghost and perhaps admire it greatly, but the Blood Blade Patriarch's heart was filled with extreme anger.

Since his debut, he had been invincible and glorious; today, holding a hostage, before the opponent even made a move, he was forced into such a flustered flight—this was as unprecedented as a young lady's first ride in a bridal sedan.

Ordinarily, one would never dare imagine such a thing! Though the Blood Blade Monk is formidable, this delay is all it takes. Feng Yi has already drawn his long sword, his body shooting forth like an angry arrow, closing the distance of over a zhang in an instant, his left palm tracing a solitary line like a rainbow across the sky, descending upon Qi Fang's shoulder.

As Feng Yi's palm descended, his internal energy was measured; judging that the Blood Blade Monk's internal strength was inferior to his own and now spent like a weakened crossbow bolt, if he did not hold back, this strike would surely settle the score!

However, using Qi Fang as a medium, her body was no different from a battlefield; Feng Yi also had to divide his attention to protect her meridians and organs with the Divine Illumination Technique, lest he shake her to death.

Merely transmitting energy to harm, or protecting Qi Fang from injury, is not difficult for Feng Yi; but achieving both at once severely tests the purity of his internal energy and his control over it.

Feng Yi truly lacked confidence in the perfected Divine Illumination Technique; if his cultivation had reached the state of pure, refined essence, he would have unleashed it without hesitation long ago.

But at this point, he could only do his best.

However, the Blood Blade Patriarch could not fail to realize that Feng Yi's apparent strike at Qi Fang was actually meant to use her body to attack him; finding it hard to withstand, he shifted left three feet, lifted Qi Fang into the air, and hurled her straight at Feng Yi's body.

Feng Yi's brows furrowed slightly; he reached out with his left hand and seized Qi Fang's ankle, saying: "Forgive me!" After all, a woman's foot is not something just anyone may touch.

Qi Fang heard it clearly; she instantly felt a jolt in her ankle, as if a warm current flowed into her body, opening the sealed acupoints.

All of this happened in an instant; the Blood Blade Patriarch, however, flashed a sly smile of success, his left palm quickly releasing Qi Fang while his right hand flicked a red shadow from his sleeve—like a dark cloud parting to reveal a crescent moon—directly lunging at Feng Yi's chest.

This Blood Blade sword technique was agile and elusive, yet it also twisted out from Qi Fang's waist, truly vicious to the extreme, prompting everyone to cry out in alarm.

They knew that with just this strike, they would have to pay the price.

The Blood Blade Patriarch is a master of martial arts; he knows that if he and Feng Yi clash head-on, it would be suicide, so he must win by unconventional means.

He feinted a throw of Qi Fang as a false move to lure Feng Yi into grabbing her, but before the opponent's internal force could reach his wrist, he immediately let go, using Qi Fang's body as cover to unleash a killing technique against Feng Yi.

This move fully embodies the essence of the Blood Blade Classic; the Blood Blade itself is an extremely thin, fine blade—even though Feng Yi wears the black silkworm armor and possesses divine skill, a strike to such a vital spot, relying solely on the sharpness of its vibratory force, could take his life.

When Feng Yi made his move, he naturally guarded against the Blood Blade Patriarch's killing technique, his right-hand long sword whirling like a windmill to hastily block the attack.

However, the Blood Blade Patriarch's move was still a feint; his white brow twitched, his right-hand Blood Blade retracted, not clashing with Feng Yi's long sword, as his left arm reached out, fingers curling, once again seizing Qi Fang's wrist.

With a "rip," Qi Fang's sleeve was not only torn apart by the grab, her arm, white as jade, also emitted a "crack."

With an "ah," Qi Fang's arm bone snapped, and she let out a piercing, tragic scream.

Everyone else was also greatly startled, crying out in alarm.

With Qi Fang positioned between Feng Yi and the Blood Blade Patriarch, each displayed their lifetime's supreme skills, sleeves flying, their movements as fast as lightning; blade and sword never met, all were exquisite empty strikes—so swift that Feng Yi had not even had time to grab Qi Fang and pull her away before the exchange was over, showing the incredible speed of their combat.

How could anyone know what had happened? Di Yun, choked with rage, shouted: "Junior Sister!"

He had been struck in the chest by the Blood Blade Patriarch's elbow, unable to catch his breath; hearing his junior sister's anguished cry, he finally expelled the breath he had been holding, just as he spoke, he heard Feng Yi give a sharp shout.

It was as if a thunderclap from a clear sky rang in everyone's ears, making their ears buzz; the faint-hearted dropped straight to the ground, and suddenly they heard the Blood Blade Patriarch utter a grim groan.

With a "pah," a mass of liquid splashed directly onto Di Yun's head and face; wiping his eyes, he saw his hands covered in fresh blood.

The Blood Blade Patriarch's sword-wielding right arm had been severed at the elbow, blood spraying everywhere; the severed hand still clutched the Blood Blade, flying off to the right over a zhang away.

With a "dong," it struck a doorframe across the street, the hilt trembling and humming.

This sudden change left the street in utter silence; everyone stared wide-eyed, as if their eyes were copper bells, faces blank, utterly unaware of what had occurred.

How did the Blood Blade Patriarch suddenly lose his arm?

What about the process? Some were so anxious they could hardly keep from jumping.

Some wanted to ask Feng Yi about the process.

One could see Feng Yi's face grim, as if shrouded in frost; his two eyes shone like bright swords, blood slowly trickling down his long sword, drip, drip, falling to the ground—clearly, it was his blade that had severed the Blood Blade Patriarch's hand.

One could only imagine what had just happened.

Then one saw the Blood Blade Patriarch's complexion deathly pale, trembling as he retreated backward, letting out a feral laugh: "I haven't lost!"

Feng Yi's face showed no expression, neither pleased nor angry, merely speaking flatly: "You haven't lost, but you must die, and you will die miserably."

Blood gushed from the Blood Blade Patriarch's mouth like a spring, and he uttered word by word: "Old Ancestor Grandfather, just how was that move?"

Knowing he was doomed, he began to address Feng Yi as "Old Ancestor Grandfather."

Feng Yi paid no heed to his verbal jab, slowly shaking the blood from his sword, and said coldly: "That move is indeed impressive; had I not known beforehand of someone like you, even if we fought fairly, I might have fallen by your hand."

The Blood Blade Patriarch lifted his left thumb and said: "To be able to say that shows you are a true hero; dying at your hands, I have lived without regret."

Good, I hope you die peacefully!

Feng Yi lightly shook his long sword, blood traces dripped down, he made a beautiful sword flourish, sheathed his long sword, turned around and pulled out the Blood Blade Ancestor's blood dagger stuck in the door frame, and slowly walked toward it.

(End of chapter)