Chapter Sixty-Eight of the Ten Scenes Satin

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Lan Lingyu was initially taken aback upon seeing Murong Xiu, but then, recalling the day she almost lost her virginity to him, she felt both ashamed and furious. She wanted to lash out, but he had come to her aid. Upon hearing him identify himself as the Great Murong, she was even more at a loss.

Murong Xiu coldly swept his gaze over the surrounding crowd, chuckled a few times, and said, "Ao Sihai, why don't you come over here? With these shrimp soldiers and crab generals from the Dragon Palace, they'll only die under my, Great Murong's, hand. I've come here specifically today, so you old codger can finally rest in peace and die a natural death, right? Hehe, hehe!"

The Dragon Palace disciples were all enraged by his insolence, but having witnessed his skill in repelling the two princes, Ya Zi and Taotie, none dared to make a move rashly. Ao Sihai stroked his beard and said, "Rumor has it that the two Murong brothers are extremely powerful demons. Why didn't the younger Murong come with you?" Murong Xiu sneered, "It's because you're a senile old fool with no eyes. Little sister, come out!"

Before he finished speaking, a young girl suddenly floated out from among the maids of Jin Guo Manor. Her movements were as light as a feather, and her face was delicate and beautiful. She landed beside Murong Xiu and said with a grin, "Big brother, you're late!" This maid was the younger Murong in disguise, used to deceive the enemy. Many skilled fighters from the three sects thought she was just an ordinary maid with limited martial arts skills. Underestimating her, most of them perished under the younger Murong's sword. Once she revealed her identity, many people exclaimed in surprise; clearly, they were all those who had been deceived but hadn't died.

Lan Lingyu stammered, "Miss Murong, this...this is your...your brother?" Little Murong replied, "Yes." Lan Lingyu's body trembled slightly as she gripped her twin halberds, glaring fiercely at Murong Xiu. Murong

Xiu, however, smiled nonchalantly. Ao Sihai grunted, his eyes scanning Little Murong up and down, muttering to himself, "Rare indeed." He said to Little Murong, "You're Little Murong? Not bad, quite beautiful indeed. Come, come, come to my Dragon Palace, I'm sure you won't be mistreated, and you'll even enjoy the greatest pleasures of the world." As he spoke, his face was full of lecherous gleam.

Little Murong raised her eyebrows and said, "Big brother, what do you say?" Murong Xiu chuckled coldly and said, "This old man has one foot in the coffin, let's do him a favor." Little Murong smiled sweetly and said, "Alright." She moved gracefully towards the Dragon Palace's group.

Ao Sihai stroked his beard again and chuckled, "The two Murongs have quite the reputations, and they're quite sensible."

Little Murong blinked and smiled, "Dragon King Ao, do you know what favor I need to do for you?" Her words were soft and melodious, captivating Ao Sihai. He asked, "What is it?"

Little Murong pursed her lips, her bright eyes blinking slightly, and whispered, "To help you get your other foot into the coffin too." Before she finished speaking, two figures flashed like lightning. The two Murongs, one in front and one behind, swept past a large group of Dragon Palace disciples in the blink of an eye, attacking Ao Sihai with extreme speed and ferocity.

Prince Bixi shouted, "Protect the Sect Leader!" The Dragon Palace disciples immediately formed a massive barrier to block the path of the two Murongs.

Prince Chiwen was dead, and the three princes, Pulao, Bian, and Yazi, were severely injured. Prince Suanni was locked in a fierce battle with Huaxuan. The remaining princes, Bixi, Taotie, Paxia, and Jiaotu, flew forward to intercept the two Murong brothers.

Murong Xiu laughed loudly and shouted, "Ao Sihai, if you don't take action yourself, these four little worms will soon be lying dead on the spot!" With a flick of his longsword, he used the Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique in a "swastika" move. The sword light flashed in all directions and then abruptly turned in four directions. Four screams rang out almost simultaneously. The four Dragon Palace disciples had been disemboweled and died in a gruesome manner.

As the leader of the Nine Dragon Princes, Prince Bixi was terrified by Murong Xiu's astonishingly fast and ruthless swordsmanship. He couldn't afford to flee, so he roared and unleashed a palm strike. Prince Taotie raised his iron cauldron, gripped its legs, and hurled it at Murong Xiu seemingly clumsy, yet it was a fierce and powerful attack. Prince Paxia and Prince Jiaotu were weaker, but the combined attack of the four Dragon Princes was still formidable.

Little Murong, wielding a short sword, moved erratically, her sword tip flashing and scattering light towards Prince Jiaotu with exquisite grace. Prince Jiaotu was stunned, seeing countless points of light before his eyes, dazzling his senses, and hastily dodged.

Murong Xiu shouted, "Little sister, hurry up and finish this! We still need to kill that old man!" Little Murong laughed, "I know!" The brother and sister attacked side by side, their twin swords, one long and one short, weaving through the killing intent with countless dazzling sword beams. Their two sword techniques complemented each other, counteracting weaknesses and amplifying their attacks. Their sword paths grew faster and faster, countless halos of light shooting out, sweeping across wherever they touched, bringing disaster to the Dragon Palace disciples.

The Taotie Prince attempted a direct attack with his iron cauldron, but the moment it collided with Murong Xiu's blade, the green edge suddenly reversed, striking the Taotie Prince's wrist like lightning. The Taotie Prince was horrified and cried out, "Ouch!" In desperation, he could only release the cauldron and withdraw his hand, managing to save one hand, but a deep wound had already been inflicted. With a thud, the iron cauldron fell to the ground.

Once the two Murong brothers joined forces, their swordsmanship was surprisingly powerful and fierce. They moved with unparalleled ease, their twin swords effortlessly slaying the Dragon Palace disciples one by one, displaying an invincible force. However, cries of alarm

rang out as Bixi and Paxia were successively wounded by the swords. Seeing their own disadvantage, the Suanni Prince was eager to help. He feigned an attack, attempting to break free from Hua Xuan's encirclement and support the Fourth Prince of the Dragon Palace. Hua Xuan wouldn't allow him to return, shouting, "Don't even think about leaving!" His long whip suddenly scattered like flying catkins, creating a flurry of frost and snow—the most profound of the Eight Directions Wind Ropes, the "Changhe Wind Style," ethereal and unpredictable. The whip seemed to transform into a celestial cloud, lightly blocking the Suanni Prince's path. The whip itself was like smoke and mist, unlike its original form.

The Suanni Prince, realizing the power of the whip technique, could only desperately try to parry it, but to no avail in his attempt to help defend against the two Murong brothers. Ao Sihai watched all this, yet remained unmoved.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept in, and Huang Zhonggui, with his swift lightness skill, arrived before the two Murong brothers, coldly saying, "Elder Murong, you've come too." Murong Xiu, seeing that it was Huang Zhonggui, chuckled coldly and said, "I've come here specifically for two important matters, one of which is to kill you, you evil spirit. Make your move!"

Huang Zhonggui remained silent, his arms bending one after the other, his ten fingers pressed together, his bones cracking softly, his palms faintly shrouded in a layer of frost, the chill pressing in all directions. But then he said in a deep voice, "Dragon Palace Prince, all of you, get out of the way."

The Bixi Prince and the others, already unable to hold on any longer, were overjoyed to see Huang Zhonggui make his move and retreated. Murong Xiu didn't pursue, his madness vanishing. He raised his longsword and whispered, "Little sister, are you ready?"

Little Murong lightly brandished her short sword, saying, "I don't want to die, big brother, give it your all!" Murong Xiu chuckled, flicking his blade, a buzzing sound echoing through the air. He shouted, "Huang Zhonggui, show me your skills!"

Huang Zhonggui's face suddenly darkened. He exhaled a cold breath, his body moving like an arrow, incredibly fast. His palms moved like wings, unleashing two "Taiyin Blade" strikes, cleaving the two Murongs in two directions. A chilling aura swept across several feet in front of him, a strong gust of yin wind. Little Murong dared not take the blow head-on, floating back. Murong Xiu turned to evade, closing in, letting out a roar as his "Cross Sword" swept across the area. Huang Zhonggui's eyes were sharp. He took a step back, two cold glints narrowly missing him, barely inch away.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xiu's sword momentum was not yet exhausted. He followed up with another cross-shaped sword strike. With a "whoosh," Huang Zhonggui retreated again, but his clothes were torn in two tiny gaps. Murong Xiu's cross-shaped sword strikes continued to flow, horizontal and vertical, vertical and horizontal, forming an extremely dense "Hua" character sword technique. The sound of sword wind cutting through the air was incessant. Huang Zhonggui retreated continuously, each sword strike only flashing in front of him. His clothes were only slightly torn by the strong wind. Despite the extremely dangerous sword technique, he was not injured at all. When the "Hua" character sword technique reached its end, the Taiyin Blade suddenly slashed back at Murong Xiu's neck.

Murong Xiu slid aside with a swift and unpredictable movement. At that moment, Little Murong thrust out his sword, unleashing the full power of the "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword" technique. The sword danced lightly, its subsequent variations equally ingenious. Huang Zhonggui's single palm flew, his Taiyin Blade using simplicity to overcome complexity. With his internal energy reaching Little Murong, his attack was severely hampered. Murong Xiu quickly channeled his internal energy, swinging his sword back. His Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique became even more ferocious and powerful, with layers of variations: "Mouth Sword," "Quality Sword,"

"Crystal Sword," "Boom Sword," each move more ruthless than the last. Huang Zhonggui's eyes never wavered as he dismantled the two's attack with his bare hands. His Taiyin Blade swung in perfect circles, flawless and impenetrable. Large and small circles rippled outwards, emanating icy internal energy, and a misty fog enveloped the three of them. Little Murong, lacking sufficient internal energy, shivered and quickly intensified his internal energy to protect himself.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Xiang Yang was struggling to break free from the shackles of the Quicksand Hand, his Nine Revolutions Profound Skill reaching its peak. Luo Tiansheng, however, remained calm and composed, clearly still able to neutralize the immense power of his Thunder Palm. Behind him, Shi Niangzi called out, "Young Hero Xiang, watch your step! The mountain path ahead is getting narrower!" Hearing this, Xiang Yang became even more cautious. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Why does Shi Niangzi's voice seem so distant?" His mind raced, and he immediately understood: "That's it! Although his internal energy is strong, he can't continuously deflect all my palm force. So every few moves, he has to retreat a step or two to neutralize the remaining power of my Thunder Palm.

No wonder he's getting further and further away." Having realized this, a strategy to defeat his enemy emerged in his mind. He slowly turned his body to the side, gradually turning his back to the mountain wall as he launched his attack. Luo Tiansheng unconsciously turned as well, using his Quicksand Hand to deflect the power of Xiang Yang's palm while simultaneously retreating a step. With this retreat, his footing was only three or four feet from the edge of the cliff. Luo Tiansheng realized this and was immediately terrified: "Oh no!

This kid wants to force me off the cliff?" However, it was too late. Xiang Yang had secured one side of the cliff, and Luo Tiansheng was now facing diagonally with his back to the bottomless abyss, in an extremely dangerous situation.

Xiang Yang used all his internal strength to unleash a thunderous palm strike. Cold sweat poured down Luo Tiansheng's back. His hand techniques were still the neutralizing techniques of the Quicksand Hand, but he could no longer retreat a step. He could only rely on his own internal strength to withstand the residual power of the thunderous palm strike. Although it was only one or two tenths of the force, it was still extremely painful.

Xiang Yang pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a torrent of Nine Thunder Palm strikes, one after another. Luo Tiansheng, pale with ferocity, was on the verge of collapse when a man's voice suddenly rang out from afar: "Hey, Xiang, don't make a move, or these two girls will be dead!"

Xiang Yang glanced around and saw about a dozen members of the Divine Camel Gang approaching. Two men were each holding a woman—it was Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan, who were supposed to be resting in the cellar. Xiang Yang was utterly shocked. He thought, "How does the Divine Camel Gang know the secret of the cellar? Or did Miss Ling and the others come out of the cellar and get captured by these people?"

Before he could think further, the man shouted again, "If you want them to live, stop now!"

At this critical moment, such a dramatic turn of events threw Xiang Yang into disarray, and his palm strikes involuntarily slowed down.

Seeing an opening, Luo Tiansheng roared, gathering all his strength, and suddenly unleashed both palms simultaneously, meeting Xiang Yang's palms and shoving him against the mountainside. With a loud "bang," Xiang Yang's back struck the hard rock. Luo Tiansheng's eyes widened, his Quicksand Hand technique turning the tables, his internal energy like a sandstorm, engulfing the power of the Thunder Palm. It was now a contest of internal strength, aiming to kill Xiang Yang in one fell swoop.

Xiang Yang lost the initiative, his breath suffocated by the pressure, his arms unable to straighten, his internal energy unable to counterattack, his meridians in chaos, his internal organs burning. In the blink of an eye, he was about to be

shaken back by Luo Tiansheng's palm force. Realizing that Xiang Yang's internal energy could not counterattack, Luo Tiansheng was overjoyed and was about to muster his true strength to kill him when suddenly a shadow fell over his head. A figure swooped down from the high cliff, descending with incredible speed, the wind whistling, and in the blink of an eye, landed above Xiang Yang, pressing a heavy palm down on Xiang Yang's shoulder.

Xiang Yang suddenly felt an immense force surge into his body from his shoulder, carrying an unusually powerful downward momentum. It was the internal energy of his "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," which instantly became a powerful and unstoppable force. Before he could even feel joy, he roared, unleashing the "Kui Dragon Force" with earth-shattering force. Luo Tiansheng's palm strike was violently pushed back, his body sent flying four or five zhang away, plummeting off the cliff like a kite with a broken string. This time, however, Huang Zhonggui was not there to save him. A shrill scream echoed through the mountains and valleys, gradually fading into silence.

Xiang Yang, having exerted all his strength, felt utterly exhausted and slowly sat down. He saw the person who had appeared, a young man holding a girl in his left arm, his right hand still resting on his shoulder. Xiang Yang forced a smile and whispered, "Junior brother, you've come at the right time!"

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