[Wuxia] Sword's Hatred and Passion (Complete) - 14

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Chapter 41 of Sword Hate and Passion: The Eunuch (3)

Although Ao Xue had fought Jue Ci with her palms since her debut, she was still seriously injured because Dong San Niang had applied aphrodisiac to her lower body, causing her internal energy to go out of control. Later, she was raped by Liu Xing Yi Long and others, which can also be said to be a trick. In terms of martial arts, she was confident that she would only lose to her brother-in-law Feng Wu Tian in a direct confrontation. However, today she finally understood what it means to have mountains beyond mountains. Jiu Qian Sui was in a good position in the siege of her and Ci Bei Zi Hua, three peerless masters, and easily defeated them without using his full strength. In terms of martial arts, even the Sword God was probably not as good as him.

Jiu Qian Sui's caressing techniques on the sensitive parts of a woman's body can be described as the pinnacle. Moreover, Ao Xue, such a beautiful and pure girl, aroused his desire even more. His caressing and lewd techniques were even better than usual. The aphrodisiac in Ao Xue's body was completely aroused by his intense caressing techniques.

Under the dual assault of lust and the caresses of the Ninth Prince, Ao Xue's jade-like body was like a lump of dough, completely at his mercy. Even if the Ninth Prince didn't press her vital points, she couldn't muster any strength. Her body, dominated by lust, couldn't even muster the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill" that she was so proud of.

She could only convulse wildly in extreme pleasure in her lower body, her snow-white face turning rosy and tears streaming down her face.

The stunningly beautiful girl who had once defeated all the masters in the Marquis's mansion had now become a weapon in the Ninth Prince's hands, both offensive and defensive. Her lower body was bare, revealing two slender jade legs. One of her delicate feet, clad in a boot, was tightly gripped by him, while the boot on her other foot was used as a hidden weapon, striking Yun Ao, who vomited blood and fell to the ground. Only one cute little foot, wrapped in a white sock, remained taut, her long hair disheveled, and foul-smelling, pale yellow urine kept gushing from between her legs, soaking the bodies of the eunuchs. Where was the peerless beauty of the celestial fairy who had fallen to the mortal world?

Li Mi watched with a hint of schadenfreude. "You deceived me and Pan'er that day, forcing us to engage in naked lovemaking in front of everyone. Who would have thought you'd get your comeuppance? It's karma!"

Meanwhile, the underpants that the Ninth Prince had ripped from Ao Xue's crotch became another extraordinary weapon in his hands. Soaked with her fluids, the underpants were imbued with his internal energy, effectively transforming into a "wet stick."

It could be both soft and hard, and its techniques in his hands were ever-changing. The crowd, fearing to injure Ao Xue, could only dodge as the beautiful woman before them was struck. As a result, screams of agony filled the air as the underpants passed by; some suffered lacerations, others broken bones and tendons. The Ninth Prince, however, remained smiling, clearly just toying with the crowd.

The members of the Eastern Depot watched with great excitement, praising endlessly, "Our godfather is invincible!"

"He beat these rebels to a pulp with just a little girl's sexy panties!"

"The Ninth Prince is truly a god!" "

Even Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng are only fit to carry the Ninth Prince's shoes!"

The Eastern Depot members were riding high, while the morale of the other heroes plummeted.

Yun Ao took a pill and circulated his internal energy three times to barely suppress his injuries. Xiao Dan helped him up and said, "Brother, Wei Yan's martial arts are too high. You're already injured, don't push yourself any further. Let's call off today's assassination attempt. If this continues, we'll all be wiped out."

Lian Xinyi stepped aside and said, "Xiao Dan is right. We can't delay any longer. We have to break through immediately."

Yun Ao could naturally see that the current situation was extremely dire. However, he wasn't in charge of the assassination attempt. Zheng Yuan, who was in charge of command, was unconscious due to the Yin energy of the Nine Thousand Years Old. The group was leaderless and in complete chaos, with no one to direct them. Thinking about it carefully, their assassination plan was indeed too hasty. Chang Feng and he had grown up together since childhood and had always been very loyal. He never expected that Chang Feng would betray his conscience and become a lackey of the Eastern Depot, tricking them into a trap. He felt heartbroken just thinking about it. The chief镖头 (chief镖头, a term for a bodyguard/escort) must be even more heartbroken right now.

The Nine Thousand Years Old's martial arts were already unfathomable. Now that he had captured Ao Xue and was using her as a weapon and a shield, the heroes were in an extremely passive state.

Zhan Wanhao roared, "You eunuch, since you are so skilled in martial arts, why not fight us fairly? Why make things difficult for a woman?"

The Nine Thousand Years Old laughed, "How can it be fair when so many of you gang up on me? Even the three most skilled among you are no match for me when you gang up on me. What's the point of finding someone else to fight me one-on-one? Today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll have some fun with you all."

With that, he reached out and grabbed Ao Xue's wet pubic hair and plucked it.

"Ah..."

Ao Xue felt a sharp pain in her groin as the Nine Thousand Years Old plucked a tuft of pubic hair. The pain made her body tremble, but she was still powerless to resist.

The Ninth Prince picked up the pubic hair, damp with semen, and smelled it. A refreshing, erotic fragrance filled his nostrils. He exclaimed, "So soft! Miss Liu's hair is long, but I didn't expect her pubic hair to be so long too. I can even use them as hidden weapons!"

With that, he channeled his energy into his hand, and the originally soft pubic hair stood on end like steel needles.

Without even looking, the Ninth Prince casually

unleashed the pubic hair in a "Rain of Flowers" technique, scattering it around them. The heroes panicked and dodged, but seven or eight were still hit by the pubic hair. The hair carried the Ninth Prince's insidious, malevolent energy; once inside, they felt as if they were in an ice cave, unable to move.

The Ninth Prince gently stroked Ao Xue's soft breasts and whispered, "Miss Liu, you are truly my precious darling. Every part of your body can become my weapon to kill enemies. If you submit to me, I will never mistreat you."

Ao Xue cried with tears streaming down her face, sobbing, "No...no...I...I won't..."

Seeing this stunning beauty crying so sadly, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but feel moved. He bent down and gently wiped away the tears on Ao Xue's face.

"Die, you castrated dog!"

With a sharp shout, two fierce energies rushed towards the Ninth Prince. The attackers were none other than Zihua and Cibei. It turned out that Xiaodan had taken advantage of the Ninth Prince's inattention to sneak onto the beam and give them "Snow Ginseng Jade Toad Pills."

The two were already highly skilled, and with the addition of this highly restorative elixir, their injuries were immediately suppressed, and the Yin energy within their bodies was expelled. Their skills were restored to their peak. Cibei and the Ninth Prince had suffered a great loss in their palm strike, knowing that the opponent's internal strength was superior to his. So, Cibei asked Yun Ao for the treasured sword in his hand, while Zihua retrieved his Zhenwu Sword from the roof. The two joined forces to attack the Ninth Prince again.

Seeing that the two were coming at him fiercely, the Ninth Prince immediately shot out all the remaining pubic hairs in his hand. But the two were different from others. They aimed their weapons at the incoming force and deflected all the dozens of pubic hairs, and then attacked the Ninth Prince directly.

The Ninth Prince could have used Ao Xue as a shield to force the two back, but now he was worried that their attacks were too fierce and that Ao Xue might be injured if he wasn't careful. So, he immediately wrapped Ao Xue in his arms with his left hand and used his right hand to swing Ao Xue's underpants to fight off the two.

Cibei Zihua knew that the Ninth Prince's martial arts were unfathomable and that only with the divine weapon in his hand could he have a glimmer of hope. Zihua used the Tai Chi Sword to defend against the wind and rain, while Cibei's swords were aimed straight at the opponent's vital points. Zhan Wanhao, Zhang Feiyan, Li Mi, Wang Zhen, Meng Fei, Zi Ning, Zi Mang, and others all grabbed their weapons and charged in. For a moment, swords and sabers were drawn, and it was clear that they couldn't care less about Ao Xue's life or death.

Despite facing numerous opponents alone, the Ninth Prince showed no fear, finding it even more exhilarating. His underpants danced in his hands, impenetrable, and even the finest swords couldn't pierce them under the powerful flow of Yin and Yang energy. He whispered in Ao Xue's ear, "Miss Liu, is it true that the lustful fluids and essence you release when you're wanton can pierce through metal and stone?"

He then inserted his index finger into Ao Xue's fleshy opening and stirred it.

"Mmm..."

Ao Xue's body tensed instantly as her lust subsided, her head shaking violently, soft moans escaping from between her clenched teeth. The Ninth Prince then inserted his thumb, pinching Ao Xue's adorable little clitoris with two fingers.

"Ah...no...I'm going to die..."

Ao Xue's body arched up, and then she let out a high-pitched moan. The surrounding heroes, their faces red, jumped around and deliberately raised their legs to cover their crotches, which were being stretched high by the fleshy rods. The Nine Thousand Years Old, with one hand playing with Ao Xue's lower body and the other hand holding her underwear, was still able to fight against the crowd with ease.

As Jiu Qiansui felt Ao Xue's copious amounts of vaginal fluid begin to gush out, he pulled out his finger and gently tapped her dantian. Ao Xue's unparalleled internal energy instantly gushed out, mixed with copious amounts of vaginal fluid and yin essence.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle."

The milky white vaginal fluid shot towards the crowd surrounding Jiu Qiansui like a fountain. Meng Fei couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the shoulder with a "thud."

He immediately felt a sharp pain in his thigh. His thigh had been pierced by the vaginal fluid sprayed by Ao Xue, leaving a bloody hole. He screamed and retreated. Everyone who saw this was terrified and dodged, fearing to be hit by the vaginal fluid. That day in Tianxiang Flower Pavilion, Ao Xue had used vaginal fluid mixed with internal energy to severely injure Dong San Niang in order to protect herself. At this moment, her internal energy was restrained, but her dantian and lower genitals were stimulated by Jiu Qiansui, and she involuntarily began to spray vaginal fluid. The vaginal fluid mixed with the internal energy leaking from her dantian was extremely powerful.

"You castrated dog, you're so despicable!"

The crowd cursed, but the Ninth Prince laughed loudly, "If you want to blame someone, you can only blame Miss Liu for her weak will. She climaxed like this with just a gentle pinch. If she were chaste enough, how could she have squirted out so much water? Miss Liu, why don't you give her the nickname 'Fairy of Lustful Water'? You'll

see."

The Fairy of Lustful Water brings down sweet dew, and demons and monsters howl in agony. After saying this, he continued to stimulate Ao Xue's lower body. Soon he mastered the rhythm. If he pinched lightly, Ao Xue would squirt briefly; if he pinched hard, Ao Xue would gush out a long stream. If he pinched several times in a row, it would be like a barrage of bullets. In a short time, he used all sorts of tricks to make the crowd look disheveled. The people from the Eastern Depot were so excited by this erotic and stimulating scene that they even forgot to praise the Ninth Prince's divine power. Those heroes who were slow to dodge were either killed or wounded when hit. One stream of semen shot straight at Tianyou. Tianyou's martial arts were not high, and he was about to be unable to dodge it. Fortunately, someone grabbed his waist and pulled him away, allowing him to narrowly avoid it. He turned around and saw that it was the divine physician Zhang Ruoshui. He was filled with gratitude and thought to himself: "Divine Physician Zhang has saved me and helped me many times. I will repay him handsomely one day.

" Poor Aoxue, who originally wanted to restore the prestige of Xingyue Palace, was publicly humiliated in the battle of Dongchang and earned

the nickname "Semen Fairy." She became the talk of the martial arts world at banquets.

The Ninth Prince remembered something, picked up Aoxue, and leaped onto the neck of the giant statue. The crowd was intimidated by his divine power and dared not approach. He put down the underpants he was holding and took out an object from his bosom. It was a sword hilt. The hilt was dark blue and emitted a pale blue glow. A chilling aura emanated from it, making the limp Aoxue shiver.

The Ninth Prince gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Don't panic. Today I'm going to use your vaginal fluids and essence to forge an unparalleled divine weapon."

He then pulled out two boxes from his robes and opened them. One box shimmered with starlight, while the other shimmered with brilliance. Everyone stared in disbelief, wondering what he was up to.

The Ninth Prince had Ao Xue lie flat on his lap and whispered, "My beauty, let me trouble you a little longer. I want you to squirt out some more fluids."

Ao Xue closed her eyes, filled with shame and anger, remaining silent. What use was her objection now? She only hated her own body for being so weak. Her only hope was to survive and master the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Technique."

Only then could she seek revenge on the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince pinched the clitoris between Ao Xue's legs and squeezed it again, this time using his inner strength, causing Ao Xue's body to tremble violently and her legs to fly.

"Ah..."

Ao Xue's high-pitched, lewd moans almost echoed throughout the entire Eastern Depot. Her vaginal fluids gushed into the air like a fountain. The Ninth Prince, with a powerful movement of his right hand, drew the fluids from the air, while his left hand flicked out the contents of two boxes, mixing them with the vaginal fluids and essence to form a liquid sphere in the air, radiating a peaceful light. Both the assassins and the members of the Eastern Depot were stunned by this strange sight.

The Ninth Prince grasped the blue hilt of a sword, aimed it at the sphere, and inserted it. The shimmering sphere gradually transformed into a sword shape on the hilt, and in a moment, a transparent, three-foot-long sword, shimmering with starlight, appeared in the Ninth Prince's hand.

"Hahaha, this divine weapon is complete!"

The Nine Thousand Years Old laughed as he brandished his longsword. The hilt of the sword was a treasure he had recently acquired. Legend has it that it was the Ice Nether Sword used by the Ice Nether Daoist of the Far North before his ascension to immortality a thousand years ago. This sword possessed spirituality and was formed from the essence of water. It could transform into indestructible solid ice or into gentle water. The Ice Nether Daoist was a cultivator who ascended to immortality in the Far North after passing through the nine great tribulations. When he was fighting against the final tribulation, his Ice Nether Sword was struck by heavenly lightning and only the hilt remained. Although the blade was gone, the hilt still possessed a certain degree of spirituality. Many years later, it was finally acquired by the Nine Thousand Years Old.

The Ninth Prince, desperately searching for a method to forge a weapon, hoped to reforge this sword. He later heard that it required the nectar of a virgin mixed with celestial sand and diamond sand, then absorbed by the cold, yin energy within the hilt to transform into a peerless divine weapon. The Ninth Prince was determined to find a beautiful and highly skilled virgin to use her nectar to forge the sword. Hearing that Ao Xue was the most beautiful woman in the martial world, he planned to use her nectar to reforge

the Ice Nether Sword, but he didn't know if she was a virgin. When the Ninth Prince captured Ao Xue and played with her, he discovered she was still a virgin. He then used her nectar, combined with the celestial sand and diamond sand he carried, to successfully forge this divine sword. He had always lacked a suitable weapon, and tonight, obtaining this divine weapon filled him with ecstasy.

The cold blade, mingled with the eerie blue starlight, added to the sword's mystique. The Nine Thousand Years Old held it to his nose, sniffing, and chuckled, "Miss Liu, this sword exudes the fragrance of your yin essence. It will preserve your scent for posterity. Today, I'll name it the '

Yin Ice Sword,' so it can drink the blood of all the traitors in the world. You've done a great service!"

Poor Ao Xue, her eyes rolled back and saliva dripping from her cheeks, was completely oblivious to what he was saying.

The continuous ejaculation had exhausted her, and she fainted on the spot. If she knew that the Nine Thousand Years Old had used her spurting yin essence to forge a divine weapon, she would probably be so angry she'd vomit blood.

"Wei Yan, stop playing tricks! If you have any self-respect, put down Miss Liu and fight us to the death!"

Cibei, now devoid of any compassion, was furious, his beard and eyebrows bristling.

The Ninth Prince ignored his provocation, focusing intently on the Yinbing Sword within him, exclaiming in admiration, "What a fine sword! I wonder who I'll kill first?"

Zihua and Cibei exchanged a glance, each wielding their swords, attacking the Ninth Prince from both sides. On one side, countless sword rings surged forth, threatening to shred him; on the other, a mountain of blades rolled, aiming to hack him to pieces.

The Ninth Prince coldly sneered, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll let you serve as sacrifices to sharpen my divine sword."

With that, he flicked his wrist, and the assembled heroes felt a dazzling light emanating from the giant's neck, momentarily blinding them.

Zihua and Cibei, being closest, were instantly enveloped by powerful sword energy, unable to discern how many swords had been thrust forth.

In the blink of an eye, Cibei was sent flying backward, with two bloody holes on each of his left and right shoulders. The blood spurting from the holes turned into ice before it even hit the ground. Zihua's Taiji sword, being the best defensive technique in the world, managed to block the opponent's attack, but he felt a chilling aura surge from the sword into his arm. A thin layer of ice had already formed on the Zhenwu sword.

Cibei's precious sword fell to the ground, powerless. Yun Ao rushed forward to support him, saying, "Master, you're badly injured. Xiaodan, quickly give Master some medicine."

Xiaodan was about to take medicine from her bosom when Zhang Ruoshui stepped forward, saying, "Senior, I have medicine here that will ensure your injury is not serious."

Xiaodan sneered, "Dr. Zhang, I'm not entirely comfortable with your medicine. Let me take care of Senior Cibei."

Tianyou stepped forward, saying, "Xiaodan, Dr. Zhang is acting out of kindness. Regardless of any misunderstandings you had before, you should now stand together against a common enemy."

Xiaodan knew he didn't know Zhang Ruoshui's background and she couldn't explain it to him now, so she only said, "Brother Tianyou, I'd better not get involved in this. I just don't trust him."

Seeing Xiaodan's stubbornness, Tianyou felt a pang of sadness. She still treated him like an outsider and wouldn't listen to him. It must be that treacherous Yun Ao who kept driving a wedge between him and Xiaodan. Thinking this, he glared fiercely at Yun Ao, his hatred for him growing stronger.

"Stop arguing. I trust Doctor Zhang. Let him treat me,"

Cibei said. Zhang Ruoshui didn't say much and stepped forward to press Cibei's acupoints on his shoulder, preventing the Yin energy from spreading. At the same time, he made Cibei take the medicine. Xiaodan knew that with everyone around, she guessed he wouldn't dare to play tricks, but she was still annoyed that he had given her the opportunity to play the hypocrite.

Juebei, who had just been filled with righteous indignation and ready to fight the Ninth Prince to avenge Kong Jing, suddenly lost all his bravado upon seeing his terrifying evil power—the ability to instantly create a divine weapon from Aoxue's semen. This guy wasn't human; he was a demon straight from the deepest hell. Even his senior brother, Juechen, was probably no match for him. Jueku was even more terrified, glancing around at Pang Zheng, who was nowhere to be seen. He cursed the fat

man inwardly, thinking how cunning he was; he hadn't even noticed Pang Zheng hadn't followed them in. If they had known the Ninth Prince was so powerful, they shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess. Now, escaping was a difficult task. Pang Zheng and the others watched the situation from a corner of the courtyard wall. Cold sweat dripped down his fat face. He hadn't expected the Ninth Prince to be so strong; it seemed his strength was far from over. Would their use of the righteous heroes to attack the Eastern Depot work? This fisherman was truly not an easy role to play! I wonder if Qianmian and Liao En are hiding in the shadows, observing the situation like I am? (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, highly recommended! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter?)

At this moment, the Ninth Prince pressed his attacks relentlessly. With the Yinbing Sword in hand, his offensive intensified even further. Zihua had no choice but to unleash the full power of his Tai Chi Sword, simultaneously activating his ultimate technique, the "Sacred Wheel."

Instantly, countless halos of light emerged, followed by a massive black and white Tai Chi Bagua energy ball. The "Sacred Wheel,"

as expected of a technique created by Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School, could neutralize all extraordinary moves and absorb the opponent's attacks, returning them many times over. However, the Ninth Prince's power was simply too great. Driven by the Yinbing Sword, the Yin and Yang energies continuously invaded the energy ball of the "Sacred Wheel."

Zihua absorbed more and more of the Yin and Yang energies but was unable to counter them. If this continued, he would surely explode and die.

"Excellent swordsmanship and internal energy! Zihua, you are quite a character. If you surrender to me now, none of the Wudang Sect members who came today will die. What do you say?"

Seeing that Zihua could withstand so many of his attacks, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for his talent.

Sweating profusely, Zi Hua continued to laboriously swing his sword, drawing large and small circles, but his movements were becoming increasingly strained. He remained silent, but the resolute look in his eyes revealed his true intentions.

"Alas, what a pity. Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The Ninth Prince sighed, his sword energy intensifying, forcing Zi Hua to retreat repeatedly. With each step he took, a brick beneath his feet shattered, clearly indicating that Zi Hua was struggling to neutralize some of the fierce energy with his footwork. The massive Tai Chi Bagua energy mass that held his sword stance together was beginning to crack, obviously unable to continue.

Zi Ning, deeply attached to her fellow disciple Zi Hua, saw her senior brother struggling and quickly drew her sword to help. Turning back, she saw Jue Bei and Jue Ku still standing by, watching with their hands folded. Enraged, she thought, "These two bald monks have been standing by without lifting a finger; they're utterly despicable!" She couldn't help but sneer, "Have you two forgotten why you're here today? Why haven't you made a move yet? Do you perhaps want to see my senior brother die at the hands of Wei Zhongxian so that your Shaolin Temple can rise to power?"

Jue Bei blushed, knowing that if they didn't intervene now, Shaolin would become a laughingstock among the righteous sects. Bing, immediately grabbing his eighty-pound steel staff, said, "Daoist Master, please don't doubt me. This humble monk will go forward to assist Daoist Zihua."

Seeing that he was finally about to act, Jueku knew he couldn't dissuade him any longer. He could only draw his weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and say to his disciple Yuansheng, "Yuansheng, you must not go forward. If anything happens to me or your uncle, you must find a way to break through and escape alive to return to Shaolin and convey my decree to pass the position of Shaolin abbot to your uncle, Juedian."

Juedian, though highly skilled in martial arts, was inept at practical matters and simple-minded, making him unsuitable as the Shaolin abbot. However, given the urgency of the situation, this was the only option.

Immediately, Juebei, Jueku, Zining, Zimang, Zhan Wanhao, Wang Zhen, Zhang Feiyan, and more than a dozen other top-tier martial arts masters charged straight towards the Nine Thousand Years Old.

The Nine Thousand Years Old laughed loudly, "Good, good! The more of you the better, otherwise I'll get incredibly bored if this keeps going."

With that, the Yin and Yang energies flowed directly into the Yin Ice Sword, instantly turning it half red and half blue. The Nine Thousand Years Old, sword in hand, unleashed his inner force with unrestrained power,

unleashing the move "Sun and Moon Reversal."

A massive sword beam, over ten feet long and three feet wide, half red and half blue, slashed down directly at him. Zi Hua dared not meet it head-on and quickly dodged, instantly splitting the ground like tofu. The sword beam's power was even more intense than the dozen or so experts behind him.

The immense sword light was virtually indestructible, instantly shattering the attacks of over a dozen experts. Zhan Wanhao and Zhang Feiyan's longswords were shattered into pieces, fragments embedded in their bodies, leaving them covered in wounds in the blink of an eye. Li Mi's Yin-Yang Twin Swords, divine weapons, were not shattered, but were still knocked out of his hands, and the meridians in his arms were frozen stiff. Zi Ning and Zi Mang, the brothers, used the Tai Chi Sword, but the opponent's sword light was too strong and could not be completely deflected, causing them to cough up blood and fly back. Meng Fei's fine iron broadsword had broken into three pieces. He wanted to use his Iron Hand Sword Technique to fight again, but he was kicked in the chest and sent flying more than five zhang away, breaking four ribs. The powerful offensive of the group of experts was disintegrated in an instant.

Juebei and Jueku, despite their high skill levels, could only barely withstand seven or eight moves. Juebei felt his light, finely forged steel staff break in two, and Jueku was left with only the handle of his demon-subduing pestle. The Nine Thousand Years Old laughed loudly, "It seems the so-called Shaolin monks are nothing more than this. Where is your number one Shaolin monk, Juechen?"

Juebei retorted angrily, "If my senior brother were here, he could surely deal with you, you treacherous eunuch!"

"Hmph, then I'll cut off your bald heads and let your senior brother come to me for revenge."

The Nine Thousand Years Old sneered, raising his Yinbing Sword. Juebei and Jueku felt a powerful force envelop them, preventing them from retreating. They could only muster all their strength, hoping to injure the Nine Thousand Years Old with a final blow.

"Eunuch, take this!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout came from the air. The Nine Thousand Years Old looked up and saw Zihua, his beard and hair disheveled, his Taoist robe shattered by his internal energy. His Zhenwu Sword had also shattered the solid ice covering its blade, and a huge Taiji Bagua energy ball was pressing down on him.

Just moments before, while the Ninth Prince was entangled by the other experts, Zi Hua seized the opportunity to

gather the Ninth Prince's internal energy absorbed by the "Sacred Wheel" and temporarily use it for his own purposes. Then, he unleashed it all in an instant, combining the Ninth Prince's internal energy with his own to attack him directly.

Jue Bei felt the Ninth Prince's aura suppressing them weaken slightly and immediately unleashed his ultimate move, the "Indian Zen Palm,"

at the Ninth Prince with his highest power. Jue Ku also used the "Great Vajra Palm"

to cooperate with Jue Bei, aiming to severely injure their opponent in one strike.

This was the first time the Ninth Prince had faced such fierce attacks. Although Jue Bei and Jue Ku's attacks were fierce, he didn't take them seriously. However, Zi Hua's desperate strike, containing his own powerful Yin and Yang energies, was not to be underestimated.

In fact, the Ninth Prince could have used his unparalleled lightness skill to avoid the three of them attacking him, but his personality dictated that he would not choose to escape.

The Ninth Prince raised his sword with his right hand to meet Zi Hua's full-force attack, while his left hand used his palm to meet the combined palm force of Jue Bei and Jue Ku. The four forces collided and were like a hundred-pound dynamite exploding, causing the ground to crack and sink into a crater that stretched for nearly five zhang in radius.

Zi Hua's internal energy was surging, and he couldn't help but unleash it. However, no matter how hard he tried, his opponent remained as steady as a mountain. On the contrary, Jue Bei

Jue Ku was sent flying back, coughing up blood, with four of his finger bones broken, upon contact with the palm strikes of the Nine Thousand Years Old. Zi Hua was shocked to realize that his full-force attack had been channeled into the Nine Thousand Years Old's Yin-Yang energy, which he used to counterattack Jue Bei Jue Ku. He then realized that most of his attack had been

the Yin-Yang energy that the Nine Thousand Years Old had just absorbed through his "Holy Extreme Wheel." Since both originated from the same source, the Nine Thousand Years Old naturally had easier control over this Yin-Yang energy. He, on the other hand, was helplessly used by his opponent to severely injure Jue Bei Jue Ku.

Zi Hua channeled her inner strength into her True Martial Sword, attempting to repel the Nine Thousand Years Old, but her sword seemed to be sucked in by the Yin Ice Sword, leaving her unable to move forward or backward. The Nine Thousand Years Old nodded in praise, "That move just now was quite powerful, but unfortunately you borrowed my inner strength. How could I be so easily injured by my own inner strength? I'll spare your life since you can still give me some surprises."

With that, he pointed a few fingers with his left hand, and Zi Hua immediately felt several major acupoints on her body go numb and collapsed to the ground.

After capturing Zi Hua Ao Xue, the Nine Thousand Years Old seemed to have lost much interest. The most skilled among the castrated heroes had already been defeated by him; the rest could be dealt with by his subordinates.

Xu Xianchun, understanding the situation, shouted, "Traitors dare to infiltrate the Eastern Depot at night to assassinate the Ninth Prince! Everyone, attack and leave no one alive!"

With that, he drew his steel double crutches and charged forward. Cui Yingyuan, not to be outdone, wielded his unique weapon—a steel hammer weighing over a hundred pounds—close behind. Cao Jiedong, San Niang, and the others, realizing that the assassination attempt was already demoralized and nearly half dead, saw no reason not to seize the opportunity and attack ruthlessly. They all rushed forward, surrounding the group.

Zheng Yuan, now awake, knew the assassination attempt was doomed to fail. He shouted, "Everyone, listen to my command! Break out! We'll fight to the death!"

Cui Yingyuan sneered, "Trying to escape? Entering the Eastern Depot today is like entering the gates of hell! I'll send you all to the underworld today!"

With that, he swung his hammer and charged forward like a madman.

Although the heroes were now trapped in a desperate situation, they were unwilling to surrender. Cibei, though wounded in both shoulders and weak in his hands, still possessed excellent legwork and struggled to hold on. Yun Ao, Xiao Dan, Xiong Biao, and Lian Xinyi wielded their swords and hooks, flanking him. Zhan Wanhao and Zhang Feiyan, mainly suffering from external injuries, picked up two swords from the ground and still had the strength to fight. However, most of the other top-tier masters were suffering from internal injuries and were struggling to defend themselves. Meanwhile, the Eastern Depot's side, with their abundant energy and high morale, quickly trapped the heroes in the center, making them fight like cornered beasts. The heroes' defeat was only a matter of time.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" resounded

, and a large hole appeared in the high wall. A ball of fire shot straight into the crowd from outside. Whether they were members of the Eastern Depot or members of the assassination group, they were all caught in the blast. Those who were burned screamed loudly, trying to extinguish the flames on their clothes.

The Nine Thousand Years Old's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, gleaming brightly. He felt that the strongest enemy of his life had appeared.

The fireball stopped after entering the arena, and the flames gradually died down. Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered it was a person dressed in a long robe. Dong San Niang was immediately terrified; the newcomer was none other than her sworn enemy… the Sword God Feng Wu Tian.

“Where is Xue Mei? What have you done to her?”

the Sword God roared fiercely, his voice containing immense internal force that instantly knocked those nearby unconscious.

“Sister Liu has been captured by Wei Yan; she’s on the giant statue’s neck.”

Xiao Dan’s appearance at this moment gave them a glimmer of hope. It seemed that only the Sword God could deal with the Nine Thousand Years Old’s high level of martial arts.

Feng Wutian looked up and saw Ao Xue lying naked from the waist down on the neck of the headless giant statue of nine thousand years old, her life hanging in the balance. He felt the fire energy within him rising with his boundless rage. "Who did this? Who did this?"

"You brat, who do you think you are? Today I'll take your dog's life!"

Cui Yingyuan cursed, swinging his steel hammer straight at Feng Wutian. He was naturally fierce and brave, showing no fear even against the world-renowned Sword God.

Feng Wutian casually flicked his palm, a burst of fire energy catching Cui Yingyuan's hammer. The powerful fire energy instantly scorched Cui Yingyuan, who felt the hammer handle burning hot and had no choice but to let go. But his hands were already covered in blisters, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

Feng Wutian gripped the steel hammer and

continuously channeled the powerful fire energy of "Phoenix Undying Body" into it. In the blink of an eye, the steel hammer was red-hot, and in a moment, the rounded hammer began to deform.

Dong San Niang put her whistle to her lips and blew it. Ten poison slaves, oblivious to their own mortality, rushed towards Feng Wutian. She knew that her poison slaves were no match for the Sword God, but the Ninth Prince had just fought a great battle against the heroes and must have exhausted a lot of his inner strength. It was hard to say whether he could win against the Sword God now. If they could find a way to weaken the Sword God, it would be a merit.

Feng Wutian threw the fiery red steel hammer in his hand. The fire energy made the hammer spin, and with one move, he smashed the flesh and bones of the ten poison slaves to pieces. The smell of their flesh and skin being roasted by the high temperature was terrifying to see. Now that his power had greatly improved, how could these poison slaves possibly do anything to him?

Dong San Niang was so frightened by his divine power that she quickly lowered her head and hid in the crowd. She thought to herself, "This beast's power has increased again. With the poison skills I have practiced, I can't even get close to him. It seems that only my master, the Venerable Ten Thousand Poisons, and his six disciples have the ability to fight him."

"Impressive skills. You must be Feng Wutian. I've long wanted to meet you and see if you truly deserve the title of the world's number one expert. Today, I'm astounded. I was the one who stripped your sister-in-law of her pants, and I was also the one who made her squirt in public. This Lustful Ice Sword was forged from her spurting fluids. I want her to be my woman forever. If you want to take her away, you'll have to get past me first."

The Ninth Prince laughed, brandishing the Lustful Ice Sword in his hand.

Feng Wutian let out a fierce roar like a wounded beast, and the steel hammer in his hand transformed into a ball of molten steel, which he threw straight at the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince slashed with his sword, unleashing a powerful burst of Yin energy that collided with the molten steel, producing a hissing

sound. The extreme Yin colliding with the intense heat created a white mist that momentarily blurred the vision of everyone present.

Pang Zheng and the others, hiding in the shadows, were secretly delighted. Wan Jie said, "Brother Pang, Feng Wutian has already shown himself. How long should we wait before making our move?"

The three heroes of Kunlun beside him had excited eyes. Ten years of arduous training were all for killing Feng Wutian to avenge Wan Shi. Today, their enemy could finally get his wish. "Wait... don't rush. The situation is still unclear. If we want to be the fishermen, we can't be too hasty."

Pang Zheng said with a smile while calculating. Since Feng Wutian was here, the young master Zhang Xianzhong must be nearby as well. When would he make his move? Perhaps he was also planning when to strike and become the fisherman? Qianmian and Liao En were probably thinking the same thing.

Sword Hate and Passion Chapter 42 Assassination of the Eunuch (4)

Just as the white mist swirled in the field, Feng Wutian leaped out like lightning. However, his target was not the Ninth Prince but Ao Xue. He wanted to take Ao Xue away from this place first and then settle accounts with the Ninth Prince and others. After all, he could not bear to see Ao Xue spread her legs and expose her lower body in front of everyone, being humiliated.

Tonight, his sworn brother Zhang Xianzhong suddenly came to him and said that he had learned a big piece of news. He said that Li Mu had sent a large number of experts to Donghe to assassinate the Ninth Prince. His sister-in-law Ao Xue was also forced to join them. He was anxious when he heard this and hurriedly followed Zhang Xianzhong to Dongchang. He heard the sound of killing inside. After entering Dongchang, he captured a Jinyiwei and heard him say that a large number of assassins who wanted to assassinate the eunuch were trapped in the courtyard of Dongchang. He hurriedly used the "Phoenix Undying Body". He

rushed around and finally found this place.

Given his usual temper, he would have wanted nothing more than to slaughter every single member of the Eastern Depot to vent his anger at his beloved being publicly humiliated. However, donning the "Frost-Slaying Robe"

was incredibly effective in suppressing his fiery rage. Even in his fury, he was able to maintain a sliver of clarity, knowing that Aoxue's life was the most important thing. He needed to get her out of this den of wolves first. So, taking advantage of the white mist obscuring everyone's view, he charged straight at Aoxue.

Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes, and the Nine Thousand Years Old had already appeared in front of him like lightning. He said, "What's wrong? Sword God, are you afraid of fighting? I told you before, if you can't win today, don't even think about taking her away."

"Fine, then I'll tear you to pieces first..."

Feng Wutian knew that the Nine Thousand Years Old was an unprecedented enemy in his life, and it would indeed be difficult for him to escape from him with Ao Xue. The only way was to kill him first. With this thought, the Seven Kill Sword was drawn with boundless killing intent and slashed straight at the Nine Thousand Years Old. The original dark blue blade of the Seven Kill Sword

had turned dark red under the infusion of his "Phoenix Undying Body" scorching internal energy.

The Nine Thousand Years Old felt an unusually scorching sword force coming towards him. He roared and swung his Ice Sword to meet it. The powerful sword sound generated by the first strike of the two masters' first battle forced everyone to cover their ears and retreat. Those with weak internal energy were even shocked until their eardrums bled.

Although Lian Xinyi and Xiao Dan possessed considerable internal strength, they still felt dizzy and lightheaded. Yun Ao quickly placed his palms against their backs and channeled his internal energy into them. Lian Xinyi felt a warmth in her heart; although he didn't love her, he actually cared about her quite a bit.

Feng Wutian sought a swift victory, unleashing his ultimate sword technique, "Dragon Soars, Phoenix Dances," with his first strike.

The sword energy coiled around the opponent's blade, aiming to cripple his arm in a single move.

The Ninth Prince, a figure of immense stature, wouldn't be easily fooled. With a flick of his Ice-Infused Sword, he repelled the Seven Kill Sword, but the fiery energy attached to the Seven Kill Sword had already reached his sleeve, and his entire right arm was ablaze.

The members of the Eastern Depot were all terrified. Their invincible Eunuch had been defeated in a single move. Dong San Niang felt a chill run down her spine. Thinking of the deep humiliation she had inflicted on Sword God and Ao Shuang, she knew that if he were to target her for revenge, Meteor and the others

wouldn't be able to stop him. She looked around anxiously, wondering how she and Meteor could escape if the Ninth Prince didn't help. The group of assassins now had a glimmer of hope. Although Feng Wutian might not be friendly to them, he was currently the only expert capable of dealing with the Ninth Prince. His fight with the Ninth Prince created an opportunity for them to break out. The wounded took medicine to suppress their injuries and waited for the right moment to work together to find a gap in the encirclement and break through.

Meanwhile, on another rooftop, two women dressed in black were also secretly observing. They were Red Scorpion and Wasp, the two women of the Zoroastrian sect. Red Scorpion was secretly astonished: "I never imagined that our sect's long-lost supreme martial art, 'Phoenix Undying Body,'

would appear in this man from the Central Plains. Judging from his skill level, it even surpasses that of the sect leader. The hope of finding our sect's lost martial art rests on him."

Wasp thought: "Killing Meteor again is already harder than climbing to heaven, but if I can report the appearance of our sect's martial art in the Central Plains to the Persian headquarters, that will be enough to make up for my mistake."

Although the Ninth Prince's arm was engulfed in flames, he showed no pain on his face, instead smiling and saying, "Good, good. As expected of the legendary number one expert in the martial world, you've made me lose face with just one move. Your fire power is quite formidable, but unfortunately, I'm not bad either."

With that, he exerted his strength in his right arm, forcing away all the flames. His right arm, which had been burned by the flames, was completely unharmed, clearly demonstrating that his Yin-Yang dual energy protected him from the Sword God's Phoenix Energy, which could melt gold and boil iron.

"Impressive internal strength..."

Feng Wutian couldn't help but admire the Ninth Prince's astonishing protective energy. He had originally intended to take Aoxue away from this place, settle her down, and then come back to kill the Ninth Prince, Dong San Niang, and the others to avenge himself, but now, facing such a powerful opponent, he couldn't help but be ignited by his warlike nature, wanting to go all out to defeat the Ninth Prince.

After a brief pause, the two clashed again. Their sword-wielding hands seemed to vanish from the eyes of the onlookers, leaving only flashes of fire, red and blue sword light. Only the most skilled could barely make out their movements. Their powerful sword energy spread outwards, forcing the eunuchs and members of the Eastern Depot to retreat. Lian Xinyi and Xiaodan could only watch a few times before their internal energy became chaotic and they could no longer watch, so they closed their eyes. Yun Ao's skill had greatly improved, but he was also dazzled by the sight and felt nauseous. Everyone was shocked; these two were simply as strong as the heavens.

Jueku Juebei, enduring the pain in his palm, asked Cibei for guidance: "Sir, can you tell who has the upper hand between these two?"

At this moment, Zi Ning and Zi Mang also risked their lives to carry Zi Hua, who had been acupunctured, back while Jiu Qiansui and Feng Wutian were fighting. However, Jiu Qiansui's acupuncture technique was extremely skillful, and the two could not help him undo the acupuncture. They could only hope that Feng Wutian could defeat Jiu Qiansui and then help Zi Hua undo the acupuncture. But when they thought about how they had colluded with Pang Zheng to commit adultery with Ao Xue, they felt extremely terrified. If Feng Wutian found out about this, he would probably hate them even more than he hated Jiu Qiansui. Whether Feng Wutian or Jiu Qiansui won, it would be disadvantageous for them. It would be best if the two fought to a draw, so that everyone would be happy.

Cibei shook his head and said, "The martial arts of these two have completely surpassed the scope of ordinary martial arts. It's laughable that I once thought my internal strength was the best in the world. Now it seems that not only are my martial arts techniques inferior to theirs, but even my internal strength is far inferior. However, from what I see, it seems that the Nine Thousand Years Old still has a lot of room for maneuver. The Sword God is currently attacking very fiercely, but I'm afraid that in a long-term battle, the opponent will have the upper hand. The Nine Thousand Years Old has already fought several rounds with us, and his internal strength should have been greatly depleted, but he has not shown the slightest sign of fatigue in his fight with the Sword God. The depth of his internal strength and the strength of his endurance are truly beyond my reach."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but nod secretly. It seems that the Sword God's chance of defeating the Nine Thousand Years Old is not very high. They can only hope to find an opportunity to break through and then make further plans.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wutian and the Nine Thousand Years Old have exchanged thousands of blows. Both of their movements are extremely fast. In thousands of blows, their swords have barely clashed, and neither of their sword beams or sword energies has been able to break through the other's strong protective aura.

"Exhilarating! Exhilarating! The Sword God truly lives up to his name! Behold this move!"

The Nine Thousand Years Old roared, his body instantly multiplying into dozens, simultaneously wielding the Lustful Ice Sword and thrusting towards Feng Wutian from all directions.

"Such formidable lightness skill..."

Cibei had already witnessed the Nine Thousand Years Old's lightness skill during their earlier fight, which seemed to be on par with Aoxue's. Now, seeing him unleash his full power, Cibei realized that even Aoxue was inferior to him in lightness skill. Compared to Aoxue's ethereal and fairy-like lightness skill, the Nine Thousand Years Old's lightness skill appeared strange, sharp, and more practical in combat.

Feng Wutian felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that his entire body was enveloped by the opponent's powerful sword energy. He quickly channeled all his strength, transforming his Seven Kill Sword into a fireball, blocking all the Yinbing Swords thrusting from all directions. The sword energy of the two intensified, shooting out dozens of feet in all directions. Those who were slow to dodge were either struck and had their arms or limbs severed. Even the disciplined Eastern Depot's Embroidered Uniform Guards began to panic and their formations crumbled. Xu Xianchun and Cui Yingyuan had to kill several people to barely prevent them from collapsing.

Feng Wutian thought to himself that if his strength hadn't improved so much recently, he would probably have been killed in less than a hundred moves when he encountered the Ninth Prince a few months ago. Even so, he was now clearly at a disadvantage. To defeat the Ninth Prince, he would have to take a risky move. He deliberately created an opening in his left rib. The Ninth Prince, attacking hastily, saw the opening and thrust his sword out without hesitation, striking Feng Wutian's left rib.

The members of the Eastern Depot erupted in cheers upon seeing the Ninth Prince strike the Sword God's vitals with a single sword strike, while the assassins' hordes of heroes wore grim expressions. If the Sword God were to fall, their very survival would be extinguished.

The Ninth Prince felt the Ice-Infused Sword pierce his opponent's left ribs, penetrating only a third of the way before encountering a powerful, unyielding force that prevented it from advancing further. Simultaneously, Feng Wutian's left hand swiftly grasped the Ice-Infused Sword's blade, preventing him from withdrawing, while her right hand wielded the Seven Kill Sword, imbued with boundless killing

intent and hatred, aimed directly at the Ninth Prince's throat… This transformation occurred in an instant, instantly shifting the emotions of the assassins' hordes and the members of the Eastern Depot. Such a dramatic turn of events left them speechless with shock; the seemingly godlike Ninth Prince had actually been pierced by Feng Wutian's sword.

Feng Wutian's calculations were precise; the "Frost-Descent Robe" he wore…

Besides suppressing fire poison, he was also impervious to blades and spears. Furthermore, at the moment he was struck by the sword, he concentrated all his power in his left rib, so the Nine Thousand Years Old's sword failed to pierce his body. However, the powerful Yin and Yang energies that entered his body still caused him considerable internal injury. Taking advantage of the Nine Thousand Years Old's momentary surprise, he seized the opportunity, using his left hand to restrain the sword and his right hand to strike the Nine Thousand Years Old's throat with lightning speed. He also considered that the Nine Thousand Years Old might be wearing protective armor, so this strike aimed to kill him instantly.

The moment the Seven Kill Sword struck the Nine Thousand Years Old's throat, the Nine Thousand Years Old's throat suddenly retracted three inches. Although the sword tip touched the opponent's throat, it felt as if it had pierced a pile of cotton. Feng Wutian, startled, increased his strength and thrust again, but immediately the Nine Thousand Years Old's throat became as hard as steel, making it impossible to advance any further.

"Ha..."

The Ninth Prince roared angrily, unleashing a powerful burst of Yin and Yang energy that forcefully deflected the Seven Kill Sword's blade. Simultaneously, he forcefully pulled back the Lustful Ice Sword. Feng Wutian had no choice but to let go, or he would lose all five fingers. Even though he released it quickly, a long, deep, bloody gash appeared on his palm, revealing the bone.

The two retreated more than ten feet, glaring angrily at each other. Feng Wutian had actually been stabbed in the left rib by the Lustful Ice Sword, but his "Phoenix Undying Body"

provided intense heat, causing his blood to evaporate before it could flow. However, the rapidly circulating Yin and Yang energy within his body was causing him considerable discomfort.

The Ninth Prince coughed a few times, his face grim. Although he hadn't vomited blood, Feng Wutian's sword had struck his throat, a vital spot. Had it not been for his "Sun and Moon Mirror"

protective energy, which had reached

a level similar to the "Indestructible Vajra Body," he would have been dead long ago. However, the throat is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and being pierced by Feng Wutian's sword imbued with full force, he felt as if he had swallowed a pile of burning coals, an unbearable burning pain that rendered him speechless. Although he hadn't vomited blood, he had already suffered some internal injuries, and the loss of face in front of his subordinates greatly angered him. For

a moment, both men were frustrated and temporarily halted their attacks, circulating their energy to regulate their breathing while searching for an opening in their opponent's defenses. The onlookers were also silent, an eerie stillness prevailing.

Yi Long had always believed that by absorbing most of Ao Xue's power during their encounter and consuming several Jade Snow Pills, his skill was unparalleled in the world. However, tonight he realized that there were always those more powerful than himself. Ao Xue and the others were utterly helpless against the Ninth Prince, while his father's killer, Feng Wutian, could exchange thousands of blows with him without defeat. Yi Long's own skill was far inferior, and he felt a surge of fear. He worried that Feng Wutian might discover he had impersonated him and seduced his beloved woman. "If that's the case..." Yi Long dared not think any further. He whispered to Pang Zheng, "Father, this Phoenix Thief is so formidable, it won't be easy for us to eliminate him."

Pang Zheng was also sweating profusely. He calmed himself and said, "Long'er, don't worry, the Phoenix Thief will be eliminated sooner or later. Moreover, I will let you kill him with your own hands to comfort your father's spirit in heaven. It's just that now is not the time. We still need to use his martial arts skills to eliminate Zhang Xianzhong. Then you can take his place and become the new master of the Demon King's Palace."

"The new master of the Demon King's Palace? But I only want to restore the Qingcheng Sect!"

Yi Long asked in surprise.

"Silly child, of course the Qingcheng Sect must be restored. You can then simultaneously hold the positions of the new master of the Demon King's Palace and the leader of the Qingcheng Sect. Why not?"

Pang Zheng whispered.

Yi Long was overjoyed. His ambition in revitalizing the Qingcheng Sect was to make it the number one righteous sect. If he also took control of the Demon King's Palace, the most mysterious and massive organization in the underworld, he would be the number one figure in both the righteous and the wicked. Even if the righteous people could kill the Nine Thousand Years Old, they would probably be severely weakened. In that case, if he suddenly appeared, he would definitely be able to easily suppress Shaolin and Wudang. He glanced at the Kunlun Sect members behind him and thought to himself, "The three old guys from the Kunlun Sect are no ordinary people either. In the end, I'll find an opportunity to send them to their deaths. Once they are either dead or injured, I'll take advantage of the situation." Yi Long's fear gradually subsided, while his ambition and desire continued to swell in his chest.

The Nine Thousand Years Old thought to himself, "This Sword God truly lives up to his reputation as the number one expert in the martial arts world. Not only is his internal strength profound, but he is also brave and resourceful. Although I am confident that my internal strength and martial arts are superior to his, I have little experience in fighting others and am far inferior to him. If I am not careful, I may suffer a great defeat."

Feng Wutian was shocked by the Nine Thousand Years Old's internal strength and lightness skill, which he had never seen before. He had used all his strength in that sword strike, aiming precisely at the opponent's throat, but the opponent had managed to gather his power in an instant and withstand the blow. It seemed that the opponent had only suffered a minor injury to the throat. He himself could not achieve such internal strength. Although the odds of winning were slim, he was not afraid. The Nine Thousand Years Old was clearly lacking in combat experience, and he was still slightly superior in swordsmanship.

Just as both sides were searching for each other's

weaknesses, Ao Xue, who was on the giant statue's neck, let out a "whimper" and woke up. She felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed. The frenzied release just now was too stimulating. Even with her profound internal strength, she could not withstand losing so much of her virginity in such a short time. She slowly panted and struggled to support her tired body. She felt that her lower body was cold and slippery, and her crotch was full of cooled lustful fluid and yin essence, which slid down her two slender legs onto her trousers wrapped around her calves and onto the giant statue.

"How utterly shameful..." Ao Xue felt utterly humiliated. She struggled to lift her upper body, grabbing her trousers and pulling them up to her waist. This simple action had completely exhausted her. She needed to get out of there quickly. While struggling to her feet, she pulled up her trousers, when suddenly a figure she had longed for came into view.

"Brother-in-law...you...it really is you..."

Ao Xue couldn't believe her eyes. The person confronting the Ninth Prince was none other than Feng Wutian. For a moment, she forgot her physical condition and her location. Taking a step, she lost her footing and fell straight off the giant statue.

"Ah..."

Ao Xue screamed, frantically trying to use her inner energy, but her body hadn't recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm. Her limbs were weak, and she still couldn't muster any inner energy. Seeing her head about to hit the ground, unable to use her inner energy to protect herself, she knew that falling from such a height would at least result in serious injury, if not death. She closed her eyes in despair.

Suddenly, Ao Xue felt a sudden tightness in her body as a pair of strong arms embraced her. She sensed the familiar male presence and opened her eyes to see her brother-in-law, Feng Wutian.

"Brother-in-law..."

Ao Xue felt as if she had been pulled from the depths of despair. She knew this wasn't a dream; her brother-in-law had saved her, saved her from the near-fatal fall. Overjoyed, she was suddenly struck by the sight of a transparent longsword pressed against Feng Wutian's neck. The wielder was none other than the Nine Thousand Years Old.

"The Sword God truly lives up to his name. It's a pity you lost because of your lack of focus in swordsmanship. The slightest carelessness in our duel would have resulted in immediate defeat. To save this useless woman and then sell your back to me is tantamount to suicide,"

the Nine Thousand Years Old said slowly and deliberately.

Just as Ao Xue stumbled and fell onto the giant statue, Feng Wutian ignored Jiu Qiansui and suddenly turned around, leaping to the base of the statue with lightning speed to catch Ao Xue. However, Jiu Qiansui immediately seized the opportunity, lightning-fast, and placed his sword against Feng Wutian's neck. At this moment, the Yinbing Sword was infused with his Yin-Yang internal energy; a slight pull would be enough to decapitate the Sword God.

"Father has won!"

"Jiu Qiansui is invincible!"

"Cut off this beast's dog head!"

The members of the Eastern Depot, seeing that Jiu Qiansui had the victory firmly in his grasp, all relaxed. Dong Sanniang was filled with mixed emotions of joy and hatred. She was joyful that Feng Wutian would ultimately die by Jiu Qiansui's sword, but hated that this beast couldn't die by her own hand. If it were her, she would have made him suffer the most before killing him.

Yilong whispered in Pang Zheng's ear, "Father, Feng Wutian is finished. Then we can no longer use him. Should we cancel today's plan?"

"Let's wait and see. Things might take a turn for the better."

Pang Zheng was also uncertain at this moment. The situation had developed to a point he had never expected. Liu Aoxue, that slut, was truly more trouble than she was worth. He had hoped to use her to blackmail Feng Wutian, but at the crucial moment, she inexplicably fell down, causing the Sword God to be distracted in saving her, which resulted in the Nine Thousand Years Old winning. Had she wasted her training? After a few rounds, she became as soft as if she had never practiced martial arts. She was truly a born slut and a good-for-nothing.

"No... please don't kill her... I... I'm willing to be your woman..."

Aoxue was terrified when she saw Feng Wutian being held to the neck by the Nine Thousand Years Old's sword while trying to save her. She was willing to do anything for the one she loved.

"Sister Xue, don't beg for his mercy. I swear I will never let you suffer any harm again in this life. It is my fault for not taking good care of you that you have been humiliated time and time again. Even if I die by his sword today, I will not accept it. The famous Nine Thousand Years Old is nothing but a petty person who takes advantage of others in distress."

Feng Wutian looked at Ao Xue with tenderness in his eyes, completely ignoring the Yinbing Sword held to his neck.

"Haha... Still being stubborn? Even if I didn't take advantage of you in distress, you would still lose. This is not a martial arts competition but a life-or-death struggle. What does it have to do with me that she fell down because of her poor martial arts? In a life-or-death struggle, you were distracted. Why should I not seize this opportunity? Don't talk to me about fairness. There has never been fairness in this world. Countless people have died by your sword. What right do they have to talk to you about fairness?"

Nine Thousand Years Old said in a deep voice.

"No... don't kill him... you... unless you defeat him with your true skills, otherwise... otherwise, if he dies, I will not live alone."

Ao Xue mustered her courage and stared at Nine Thousand Years Old.

"Oh, how deeply in love you are! You've already given yourself to him, haven't you?"

the Ninth Prince teased.

Hearing this, Ao Xue blushed crimson, recalling the passionate night she and her brother-in-law spent in bed at the Li residence. The powerful thrusts of his thick penis brought back that intoxicating pleasure, causing her to involuntarily twitch.

"Nonsense! Xue-mei and I are completely innocent! Don't tarnish our reputations!"

Feng Wutian roared.

Ao Xue was stunned. She then realized her brother-in-law was a prominent figure in the martial world, and she was his aunt. Their relationship was incestuous, and if word got out, it would severely damage their reputations. Right, she absolutely couldn't admit to it.

"Brother-in-law, for my sake… you… you've suffered so much these past few days. You've finally escaped. They haven't tormented you, have they?"

Ao Xue whispered.

"Don't worry, these shameless and despicable scoundrels can't hold me captive for long, even if they use you to blackmail me. I'll settle accounts with them after I rescue you from here."

After saying that, he turned and glared hatefully at the Shaolin monks among the group of assassins. Ao Xue was asking about his capture on the night they made love, but Feng Wutian thought she was asking about his being trapped by Shaolin monks after rescuing her. By a twist of fate, both of them missed the opportunity to expose Yi Long's conspiracy of impersonating Feng Wutian.

"Heh heh... You're about to lose your life and you're still being all lovey-dovey? Fine! I'll give you a chance since you've fought me for so long."

With that, the Ninth Prince raised his sword and took a few steps back, saying, "I won't take advantage of you now. Tell her to stay far away and not interfere with our fight. If she slips and falls again, exposing your weakness, I won't show any mercy. I want her to see clearly that I can defeat you without taking advantage of you."

Feng Wutian hadn't expected the Ninth Prince to let go of the opportunity to kill him and give him another chance to fight. He couldn't help but feel a little admiration and said in a deep voice, "You've spared me this time, and next time I'll repay this favor and spare your life."

"Oh... You're really arrogant. I'd like to see how you can spare my life."

The Ninth Prince looked at the Yinbing Sword in his hand and sneered.

Feng Wutian ignored him and gently put Ao Xue down, saying softly, "Xue Mei, can you walk?"

Ao Xue's legs were still weak when she put her feet on the ground, but she was able to stand up and regain some strength. The internal energy in her dantian also began to flow again. She gasped, "Brother-in-law, don't... don't worry about me, go... go quickly."

Feng Wutian shook his head and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of heartless person who would abandon you? Today, even if it costs me my life, I will save you and then settle accounts with the eunuch and those hypocrites who forced you here."

Ao Xue exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, you've misunderstood, I..."

"Is this ever going to end? Do you expect me to wait for you two forever?"

Jiu Qian Sui said impatiently.

"Brother-in-law, you have some misunderstandings with the righteous people. Some of them are indeed... but there are also people who are good to me. I have already become sworn sisters with Miss Chen Xiaodan. I hope you can take good care of her. I'm going back to their side now, it's alright."

Ao Xue said softly.

Feng Wutian knew that Aoxue's physical strength and internal energy were greatly depleted, and that she was easily affected by their sword energy if she stood alone. The only safest place for her was to hide in the camp of the Eunuchs. He said helplessly, "You should be careful. These hypocrites just want to use you."

Aoxue nodded and gently squeezed his hand, saying, "Brother-in-law, you will be careful. I believe in you. You will definitely win."

After saying that, she walked unsteadily back to the camp of the Eunuchs with tears in her eyes. Xiaodan hurriedly stepped forward to take her pulse and felt that her internal injuries were not serious. However, the continuous ejaculation had caused a large amount of internal energy to be released with the spurting of her virginity, resulting in extreme exhaustion.

Aoxue felt the strange looks she received from those around her. Some were filled with pity, others with disdain and contempt, and still others with blatant lust. Remembering how she had been violated by the Ninth Prince and forced to ejaculate copious amounts of vaginal fluid and urine, and noticing that many people still had her fluids on them, she was too ashamed to look up. The thought of herself, lost in lust, moaning and behaving wantonly in front of so many people, made her want to disappear into the ground.

"Sister, don't be like this. You were forced, it wasn't your choice..."

Xiaodan could only gently comfort her, knowing she herself would be utterly humiliated in such a public situation.

Aoxue cried, "Sister, I...I'm so ashamed..."

Xiaodan quickly took out a "Snow Ginseng Jade Toad Pill"

and made her take it, saying, "Your body is weak, quickly circulate your internal energy to neutralize the effects of the medicine. We must break through as soon as we have a chance."

"Break through? What about my brother-in-law? I want to go with him!"

Aoxue cried anxiously.

“He won’t leave unless you do. If you leave, even Wei the Eunuch can’t stop him from escaping. Put your boots on quickly.”

Xiaodan patiently persuaded her, taking out the boots that had been kicked off by the Ninth Prince. Aoxue’s white socks were a little black on the soles. Xiaodan held her ankles and helped her put the boots on.

Aoxue blushed and said, “Sister, I’m so sorry. These boots hit Brother Qi just now, causing him…”

Xiaodan said, “Sister, don’t think like that. It was all Wei the Eunuch’s fault. Brother Qi and I won’t blame you. Just calm down and quickly regulate your breathing to recover your strength.”

Aoxue calmed down, put her knees together, and silently circulated her profound energy. Her internal injuries weren’t serious to begin with, but her vital energy was greatly depleted. After taking this healing elixir, her energy circulated through the body, and after three cycles, her strength began to recover rapidly.

At this moment, the Nine Thousand Years Old and Feng Wutian clashed again. After their previous exchange, both of them appeared much more cautious this time. Their divine weapons only occasionally touched, yet the sword energy carved deep wounds, nearly a foot deep, into the colossal stone pillars and walls of the room.

Gradually, the Nine Thousand Years Old's attacks increased, while Feng Wutian, although still trying his best to strike, had to mostly adopt a defensive stance. The difference in their power forced him to involuntarily begin to retreat.

The Nine Thousand Years Old laughed, "I already said, even if I didn't take advantage of your weakness, you still wouldn't be my match. The Sun and Moon Mirror is invincible; how could you possibly withstand it? I'll defeat you now and see what your sister-in-law has to say. She'll probably only beg to be my woman, and maybe then she can save your life."

Feng Wutian was furious, her body blazing with fire. "Phoenix Undying Body!"

Her inner strength was raised to another level, her body soaring more than ten feet into the air, enveloped in fire energy, like a fire phoenix rising in the night.

The Nine Thousand Years Old saw the astonishing power of this move; even the opening stance was so powerful. He immediately used his Yin and Yang energies to protect his entire body.

"Nine Thousand Years Old, you are the first person to receive my self-created Three Absolute Divine Sword. This is the first move."

Sword Emptys Everything!

With Feng Wutian's shout, the fire phoenix in the air spewed out countless small fireballs, which fell like meteorites towards the Nine Thousand Years Old.

The Nine Thousand Years Old channeled his Yin energy into the Lustful Ice Sword, instantly creating a blue circular wall of energy within two feet of it. Countless small fireballs were blocked by his energy, unable to penetrate the wall. However, as the fireballs rained down, cracks began to appear at the top of the wall.

The fireball attack was merely

the prelude to "Sword Awakens All." The true killing move came after the fireball attack. Feng Wutian instantly merged with her sword, transforming into a massive sword aura that slashed down from the sky with unparalleled power.

The Nine Thousand Years Old recognized the power of this move and unleashed his Yin and Yang energies simultaneously. The Lustful Ice Sword grew by ten feet, its red and blue sword light meeting the opponent's massive sword aura. As the sword aura and sword light collided, the ground began to shatter inch by inch, and the burst of energy obliterated the entire building and the giant statue within it. The flying brick fragments, sent flying by the shockwave, hurtled towards the onlookers. Those with high skill could use their internal energy to resist, while those with lower skill were either killed or seriously injured. Ao Xue, having recovered much of her internal energy, used her "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Technique"

to deflect the fragments a foot away. Xiao Dan, Lian Xinyi, and the others could only block them with their weapons.

Gradually, the red and blue sword light intensified. Although Feng Wutian had the advantage of being on higher ground, his opponent's internal energy was always superior. As the contest of internal energy continued, he clearly ran out of steam.

"Brother-in-law..."

Ao Xue was anxious and wanted to stand up and help him. Just then, the ground behind the Ninth Prince suddenly exploded, and a person emerged from below, striking the Ninth Prince in the back of the heart and the Yuzhen acupoint on the back of his head with both palms.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard. Even Xu Xianchun and Cui Yingyuan, the Ninth Prince's close friends, were caught off guard for a moment.

With the Nine Thousand Years Old's martial arts skills, how could he be easily ambushed? However, while he was competing with Feng Wutian in internal energy, he never expected that someone would be lurking underground. Even with his high level of skill, he failed to detect it, which shows that this person is not only extremely cunning but also a top-tier martial artist. He only felt a sharp pain in his back and the Jade Pillow acupoint at the back of his head, as two powerful, scorching energies attacked him. However, these

energies were clearly different from the fire energy of the "Phoenix Undying Body," filled with a vicious and malevolent aura.

"Brother, I've come to help you kill this eunuch."

The newcomer was none other than Zhang Xianzhong. While Feng Wutian and the Nine Thousand Years Old were fighting, he secretly used his internal energy to dig a tunnel underground. While the two were competing in internal energy, he quickly dug behind the Nine Thousand Years Old and then suddenly leaped out,

attacking the Nine Thousand Years Old's vital points with "Purgatory True Qi." He finally succeeded in his attack, but immediately his palms felt as if they had struck a piece of refined steel. Under the protection of Yin and Yang energies, these two palms failed to kill him.

Although the Ninth Prince managed to deflect Zhang Xianzhong's two sneak attacks in time, the sword light emanating from his internal energy, which was being compared to Feng Wutian's, was greatly weakened and he was suppressed by her. Caught between attacks from both sides, he was overwhelmed and, despite his profound internal energy, felt a sweet taste in his throat and suffered serious internal injuries.

"Quickly save our godfather!"

Xu Xianchun shouted, and the members of the Eastern Depot finally came to their senses and rushed forward with their weapons, fighting with more fervor than if they were saving their own parents.

"Stop them!"

Zheng Yuan and the others naturally saw this as the perfect opportunity to kill the Ninth Prince and desperately blocked the Eastern Depot members who were charging at him like madmen. The two sides fought fiercely. Ao Xue also found a ribbon to tie her trousers and joined the battle. If they could delay the Eastern Depot members' rescue, the Ninth Prince might be defeated in the next moment.

"Godfather, this eunuch is just struggling in his death throes. If you and I join forces and continuously attack with our internal energy, we can definitely break through his protective aura."

After saying this, Zhang Xianzhong continuously poured his internal energy into the Ninth Prince's body.

Feng Wutian naturally knew this was a golden opportunity to kill the Ninth Prince, but considering that the Ninth Prince hadn't taken advantage of his vulnerability to kill him earlier, he felt indebted to him. Now, although his sworn brother was helping him, such a sneak attack was far too dishonest. If he were to seize this opportunity to join forces with him to kill the Ninth Prince, wouldn't he be even less capable than the Ninth Prince himself? Thinking this, he unconsciously withdrew fifty percent of his inner force.

The Ninth Prince, who had been struggling to breathe under the pressure of the two scorching energies, found Feng Wutian's withdrawal of fifty percent of his inner force to be a godsend. His eyes widened, and the half-red, half-blue energy on his face transformed into a purple hue.

"Sun and Moon United, Invincible Under Heaven!"

The Yin and Yang energies merged into one in an instant, and a completely new power seemed to flow into the Ninth Prince's major acupoints. Even the moonlight began to dim.

Zhang Xianzhong felt his palms could no longer press against the back of the Ninth Prince's chest and head. The astonishing internal force emanating from these two vital points had numbed his palms. "Not good… I didn't expect this eunuch's internal force to be far from exhausted. I must withdraw immediately!" With that thought, he ignored Feng Wutian and abruptly retreated.

Just as Zhang Xianzhong withdrew, the Ninth Prince's body erupted with purple energy, the force shooting straight into the sky. Feng Wutian felt the oncoming purple energy engulf him like an endless wave. He could only

desperately resist by activating his "Phoenix Undying Body," but was immediately completely trapped by the purple energy.

The ever-spreading purple aura affected the eunuchs and the members of the Eastern Depot. Those corrupted by the aura died instantly, their muscles and bones torn apart. Even Xu Xianchun and Cui Yingyuan were terrified, knowing their adoptive father had gone mad. They feared they would die even under such a terrifying aura, let alone expect him to withdraw his inner force. They immediately abandoned the encirclement and fled. Seeing them all escape, were the other members of the Eastern Depot left to die? Dong San Niang, Liu Xing Jue Wu, Jiang Chengfeng, Cao Jie, and others also turned and fled. The eunuchs were

also terrified by the scene. Zheng Yuan shouted, "Everyone, take this opportunity to break out separately... meet back at the old place after the storm passes."

Everyone knew that the old place referred to the Li residence. They used their lightness skills to escape. Ao Xue, unwilling to abandon the Sword God and escape alone, desperately tried to break into the purple aura.

But the moment her palms touched the purple energy, which only penetrated a few feet, she felt a strange force directly attacking her body. Her internal energy hadn't recovered, and she immediately spat out blood, was thrown back, and fainted on the spot

. Xiaodan quickly picked her up and fled towards the outside of the Eastern Depot with Yun Ao and the others. In the chaos, Yun Ao felt a cold wind pierce his waist. He spun around in time, grabbed his opponent's knife, and struck the man squarely on the neck with a backhand. The attacker let out

a soft "hmm" and fainted. The Imperial Guards behind him exclaimed in shock, "He's captured Young Master Cao!"

Yun Ao looked down and saw that the one who had ambushed him was Cao Yawen. Remembering his unintentional offense to her last time, he blushed. But now she was an important figure in the Eastern Depot, and he had no choice but to take her hostage.

He immediately shouted, "Don't block our way if you don't want her to die!" The Imperial Guards of the Eastern Depot, fearing that if they continued to pursue him, he would kill Cao Yawen, and they couldn't afford the blame from Cao Jie, had no choice but to retreat and dare not pursue any further.

The purple aura in the arena gradually began to recede, eventually retreating completely back into the body of the Ninth Prince. Holding the Yinbing Sword, the Ninth Prince glared around, only to see the houses and giant statues in the courtyard reduced to dust by his purple aura. Seeing the eunuchs unable to escape, he was filled with rage and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The Ninth Prince had just been caught between life and death, attacked by the combined internal forces of two great masters, Feng Wutian and Zhang Xianzhong. This was the most dangerous moment of his life. Fortunately, Feng Wutian withdrew fifty percent of his internal force at the crucial moment, giving him the opportunity to unleash the "Sun and Moon United" technique, which he had not yet fully mastered.

Once his Yin and Yang internal energies merged, he could absorb the power of the sun and moon to comprehensively enhance his skills. Just now, he used "Sun and Moon as One"

to absorb the power of the moonlight and force Feng Wutian and Zhang Xianzhong back. However, this was his first time using this move in battle, and he lost control of his breath for a moment. The powerful purple energy began to spread indiscriminately, and if this continued, he would eventually explode and die. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he maintained a sliver of clarity in his mind and stopped absorbing the power of the moonlight in time, drawing his internal energy back. Although he was seriously injured by Zhang Xianzhong's heavy blow to the back of his head, he felt that his energy was spreading throughout his body and that his major acupoints had been connected. If he could absorb the power of the sun, he believed that his power would be even greater.

At this time, the area within a hundred feet of the courtyard was a mess, completely eroded by the purple energy. The people of the Eastern Depot finally recovered from the chaos. Xu Xianchun, Cui Yingyuan, Cao Jie, and others rushed over in a fit of rage and knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

"Godfather, we are incompetent and let these traitors escape."

"Godfather, it's all our fault."

"Lord Eunuch, it's this old servant's incompetence. This old servant's son, Yawen, was also kidnapped by them."

These people had followed the Ninth Prince for a long time and knew that he hated those who messed things up and then shirked responsibility, so they all took the blame upon themselves.

"Enough..."

The Ninth Prince waved his hand and said, "This time it's not your fault. I couldn't control my internal energy. If you all stood still, you would all die under my power. Ya Wen has been captured by them? Immediately dispatch the elite of the Eastern Depot to rescue Ya Wen and capture as many traitors as possible alive. Hmph... The people who attacked me just now must be experts from the Demon King's Palace. They finally couldn't resist making their move. Unfortunately, my life isn't so easy to take..." The

Ninth Prince looked up at the faintly bright east and asked, "Where is Feng Wutian?"

Xu Xianchun said loudly, "Reporting to my godfather, no one saw him. He should have already died under my godfather's divine skill."

"Is that so? But I have a feeling he is still alive. And if he hadn't withdrawn 50% of his internal energy just now, I really wouldn't have had time to use the Sun and Moon Unity to counterattack. He might already be lying dead here. Listen to me, search the entire city, including the suburbs. You must capture Feng Wutian and Liu Aoxue alive. Do not take their lives..."

The Ninth Prince said sternly.

Feng Wutian spent several hours recuperating in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, but his internal injuries showed little improvement. Just now, he had used all his strength to activate his "Phoenix Undying Body"

to barely block the Nine Thousand Years Old's purple aura. Seeing that Ao Xue had already been taken away by Xiao Dan and the others, he knew that if he continued to resist, he would surely die. He remembered how Zhang Xianzhong had dug a tunnel to ambush the Nine Thousand Years Old, and how he had used his strength to drive his legs into the ground and then quickly dug a tunnel with the Seven Kill Sword to escape from the Eastern Depot.

He was severely injured and could not find Ao Xue or Zhang Xianzhong, so he could only find a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city to heal. However, the Nine Thousand Years Old's purple aura was extremely strange and had a strong corrosive effect, which was very difficult for him to expel even with his strength.

Pang Zheng, Yi Long, the Three Heroes of Kunlun, Wan Jie, and others quietly surrounded the dilapidated temple. Wan Jie said, "Three masters, this scoundrel has no chance of escaping today."

Pang Zheng laughed, "Although Feng Wutian is already seriously injured, it won't be easy for the three seniors to capture him. Why don't we join forces to besiege him?"

Although the Three Heroes of Kunlun were wary of Feng Wutian's martial arts, they figured that he had already been severely injured by the Ninth Prince, so what ability did he have to resist their formation?

Yi Xin coldly said, "Sect Leader Pang, you just stay aside and watch. The feud between Feng Wutian and our Kunlun Sect doesn't need to be handled by others."

Pang Zheng chuckled inwardly: Sure enough, the clever ones speak while the fools act. These three old bastards are so easily provoked that they've become our pawns.

In a woodshed tunnel in an inn in the capital, the Longwei Escort Agency was hiding. This was a secret hideout run by Li Mu's men. If the assassination failed, they would scatter to various hideouts throughout the capital. The tunnel had ventilation holes and was usually concealed with firewood. After hiding in the tunnel, the group treated their injuries. Ci Bei's injuries were more severe, but fortunately, his internal strength was profound, and after taking medicine and regulating his breathing, his life was no longer in danger. Xiong Biao, Yun Ao, and the others were not seriously injured. Fang Zilong, grieving over Kong Jing's death and exhausted, fell into a deep sleep. Lian Xinyi helped Xiao Dan take care of the wounded. The captured Cao Yawen remained silent, and Yun Ao, not wanting to make things difficult for her, placed her acupoints in the corner of the room. Wan Hao had mostly external injuries, but he appeared weak and listless. Everyone knew that he was suffering from mental anguish because his son, Zhan Changfeng, had betrayed them, causing the assassination plot to fail and resulting in heavy casualties on his side. Overwhelmed with guilt, he had almost lost all hope of survival. Helpless, Xiaodan could only ask the Qi father and son to try their best to persuade him. She turned around and went into the room to check on the unconscious Aoxue. To her surprise, when she opened the door, she found Aoxue's bed empty. There were only a few words written on the floor: "Sister, I'm going to find my brother-in-law. Please take care of yourselves."

Alas, her sister really is... She's not even fully recovered from her injuries yet, and she's already rushing out to find her brother-in-law. She doesn't even know where he is, how is she supposed to find him? Xiaodan wanted to go out and find Aoxue, but there were so many wounded people to take care of, she couldn't spare the time. She could only hope that Aoxue would be safe and sound.

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