[Wuxia] Dragon Dance Sword Technique (Complete) - Chapter 31 (End)

In the final chapter

, she has become a prominent figure, a powerful ally of the Azure Sky Jade Hand, a heroine of the underworld, and still represents the White Tiger Hall, even though the White Tiger Hall has been dismantled.

One-Finger Rising Ge Yunhua, a master of the evil path, has now joined the Azure Sky Jade Hand, representing cooperation between the evil and the righteous. Nine Netherworld Hanging Guest Hong Xu, a ruthless wanderer of the martial world.

"Is this truly your hall's secret communication altar?" Ge Tianlong asked Xuan Tian Nu Sha. "Are you mistaken? It seems no one has lived here for quite some time."

"I learned about this altar from the vice hall master of Nine-Headed Lion Valley, who inadvertently let slip some information," Xuan Tian Nu Sha said confidently. "Normally, very few people come and go. Even the people of the Five Altars don't know this is a secret altar. Only the main deacons of the main altar know about its situation."

"The people have left, there's no mistake." Yi Zhi Gao Sheng walked out of the hall and said, "It seems that Han Tian Lei has truly lost his nerve and has even abandoned the altar!"

"Miss Yu, you can rest assured to rebuild the White Tiger Hall's incense altar. As long as you raise your voice, the scattered disciples will all return to support you. There's no need to waste time looking for them."

"I'm still a little uneasy because I can't find Han Tian Lei's whereabouts," Xuan Tian Nu Sha said somewhat uneasily. "If he steps forward, my situation will be extremely precarious. How can I even dream of rebuilding the White Tiger Hall?"

"Don't worry, Miss Yu," Ge Tianlong said proudly, "With Hero Ai's support, would Han Tianlei dare to stand up and court death? Han Tianlei won't be able to hide for long!"

"We'll mobilize all our manpower to find Han Tianlei's whereabouts. Let's go! Let's go look for another secret altar!" The five people left the hall and stepped into the threshing ground in the front yard.

The front gate, which had been ajar, was suddenly pushed open.

First came two maids, followed by Wu Chunying, a young woman dressed in a striking green outfit.

"Huh!"

Ge Tianlong, the leader, was taken aback. "Miss Wu, what brings you here?"

"I'm here to find some people." Wu Chunying said, a hint of murderous intent flashing across her bright face. "The night before last, a group of masked men attacked the Binyang Inn. Three of the injured were saved and revealed the mastermind's identity, so I'm looking for them!" "Is that possible?" Ge Tianlong smiled and said, "Since those people are masked and conceal their true identities, they won't confess. Even if they do, it'll be a false confession. Can you believe it, Miss?"

"I believe it."

"This...who?"

"A man named Ma Bin."

"Ma Bin? What's his background?"

"You'll have to ask him to find out," Wu Chunying pointed to Gao Sheng and said, "This old scoundrel is actually hanging around with your chivalrous sect..."

"Miss Wu, people can change." Ge Tianlong interrupted, "Senior Ge has already reformed. You should welcome him. Hehe! Don't forget you're also a member of the chivalrous sect..."

“You’re right, people can change,” Wu Chunying chimed in. “I’m fed up with being a chivalrous person, so I’ve changed too. I survived a poisoned dart the other night, so I’ve decided to change myself.” “Change what?”

“Change to a heretical sect, so I won’t have to live such a hard life. Fei Feng Chai Juan is a heroine of the martial world, she’s amazing, I want to learn from her.”

“From now on, a demonic oriole, Wu Chunying, will appear in the martial world. I’m trying to find Sister Chai, so Fei Feng and the demonic oriole will fly together and turn the martial world upside down.”

“You…”

“Ge Tianlong, you’d better stay away from me.” Wu Chunying said with murderous intent in her phoenix eyes, “Old evil Ge, I’m going to capture you and interrogate you.”

“Bastard! Little woman, what do you think you are?” Yizhi Gaosheng jumped up and cursed, his ferocity rising, “Don’t think that just because you’re the daughter of Long Jian, you can act so arrogantly in front of me.”

“Come here!” Wu Chunying beckoned to him arrogantly. Enraged

, Wu Chunying felt her lungs about to explode. She forgot the danger, forgot the extraordinary skills of these young heroes, and forgot that her own energy was inferior to theirs.

She forgot her near defeat at East Lake at Gongye Qianqian's hands. With a furious roar, she charged forward, striking three times in quick succession.

The legendary Cloud Piercing Finger, a peerless technique capable of piercing chests and abdomens within a few feet, was now a source of unimaginable power. In her rage, she forgot she only had the stamina for three fingers.

Worse still, she was unaware that Wu Chunying's internal martial arts and swordsmanship were far superior to Gongye Qianqian's, and that Gongye's Foolish Finger was far inferior to the Heavenly Heart Finger.

Moreover, Wu Chunying had already resolved to abandon her role as a righteous and honorable member of the so-called chivalrous sect.

Wu Chunying completely disregarded his seemingly crazed aura, standing still without dodging or evading. She used the Three Saints' Secret Technique, the Falling Petals Palm, with her left and right palms, employing extremely sharp and fierce finger force. The unparalleled palm force brought the figure, who had vanished without a trace, close, but her three fingers were ineffective.

He was greatly surprised and quickly drew his sword.

It was too late; the two were already face to face.

"Here's three fingers for you," Wu Chunying coldly shouted.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!" Two strange sounds rang out as the protective qi was shattered, followed by the sound of a long sword falling to the ground.

One-Finger Gao Sheng had taken two fingers; two fingers were enough.

Wu Chunying didn't strike with her third finger, coldly smiling as she withdrew her hand.

The charging One-Finger Gao Sheng froze, as if struck by lightning, his feet scrambling, finally managing to regain his footing with difficulty.

A finger-sized hole pierced his right elbow, the elbow bone likely shattered.

His left knee was also stained with blood, with a hole in it as well.

"Thump..."

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

"Drag him away," the girl waved to her maid.

A maid came forward, kicked Gao Sheng twice without hesitation, then grabbed him by the hair and dragged him backward like a dead dog. The infamous evil master, using his signature move at full power, fell instantly.

"I'm taking him away, you don't object, do you?"

How could Ge Tianlong not object? What would he say to his companions, Fen Shui Xi and Jiu You Diao Ke? Would he still be able to proudly proclaim his name in the martial world?

Miss Wu's move was clever; she was clearly trying to put him in a difficult position.

“You can’t do this, Miss Wu.” Ge Tianlong couldn’t help but step forward and say, “Senior Ge hasn’t offended you. Your reason for capturing him is worthless. I believe your father wouldn’t allow you to do this either…”

“My actions have nothing to do with my father. I take responsibility for everything I do.” Miss Wu interrupted him. “I only value my own reasons, and I believe my reasons are morally justified. You don’t need to argue with me, and besides, you’re not worthy.” Her words carried

increasing weight, pushing the other party step by step to a dead end.

“Save… me…” Yi Zhi Gao Sheng cried out desperately.

“Release him!” Ge Tianlong roared, his anger rising.

“What right do you have?” Miss Wu still smiled.

“Because you’re a member of the Chivalrous Sect…”

“You’re too forgetful. I’ve already made it clear that I’m no longer a member of the Chivalrous Sect.”

“Because of the relationship between my father and your father…”

“Your father has severed all ties with my father. How dare you bring that up? You’re shameless. You’ll do anything.” Ge Tianlong couldn’t bear it any longer and immediately put on his claw gloves.

“Miss Wu, don’t push your luck.” He then drew his sword.

"I'm planning to push things too far and deal with despicable people like you."

"You will disgrace your father..."

"Your actions don't bring honor to your father, and your father's actions bring shame to chivalrous heroes. Sheath your sword and leave! I have no intention of punishing you yet, so you still have time to escape unscathed."

He pressed closer, forcing her into a corner.

"Go and rescue Senior Ge," Ge Tianlong angrily ordered his three companions. "I will severely punish this reckless little shrew." Wu Chunying had been traveling with her parents and rarely had the opportunity to interact with others. Even if she encountered trouble, her parents would handle it.

Given the reputation and prestige of the Dragon Sword, very few dared to cause trouble in front of them, so their friends in the martial arts world had no idea how capable this Miss Wu really was.

She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, and even in her tight-fitting clothes, her curves were not obvious; she was clearly a young girl who hadn't fully developed.

Even if her family's martial arts were remarkable, it wouldn't make much difference, and no one considered her a formidable opponent.

The only person who had ever formally fought her was Yang Xiaobao, and only Yang Xiaobao knew her true abilities, knew that she possessed the Buddhist secrets of the Three Holy Nuns, and knew that her martial arts were extraordinary.

The Poisonous Centipede had also fought her, but she hadn't had a chance to demonstrate her skills; lacking experience, she suffered greatly from a poisoned dart.

That night, when the masked men launched a large-scale attack on the Binyang Inn, she again didn't get a chance to use her skills and was hit by a poisoned dart. Therefore, until now, she had remained unnoticed by anyone; her father's reputation as the number one of the five greatest martial arts masters in the world had suppressed her ambitions.

Today, she was determined to forge her own path. "

One Finger Rising High" was the first time she had failed a master in front of everyone, marking her first major step towards fame. Ge Tianlong was the second major step, and she had to give it her all.

Ge Tianlong really shouldn't have chosen her; Ge Tianlong's father, the Western Divine Bear, had some connection with her father, although that connection had become tainted.

Even the Western Divine Bear shouldn't have betrayed his father and switched sides to Ai Zongquan.

The attack on the Binyang Inn by the masked man was undoubtedly related to Ai Zongquan; their falling out over leadership of the Righteous Path had deeply traumatized her.

If Yang Xiaobao hadn't saved her that night, she would likely be in her coffin already.

If she wanted to maintain her status as a member of the Righteous Path, she couldn't challenge Ge Tianlong; their elders wouldn't allow it.

Ge Tianlong, being older, shouldn't have treated her with such disrespect.

Her sword slowly drew, the killing intent in her phoenix eyes ten times stronger than before.

Ge Tianlong was foolish enough not to see the danger, thinking himself superior and daring, believing Wu Chunying's swordsmanship, even if not bad, was merely "not bad." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

How much weight can a little girl in her teens, who is unknown and unknown, carry? The iron claw on his left hand is a weapon specifically designed to counter swords and blades. He has her cornered.

With a cold shout, Ge Tianlong attacked bravely, his long sword fearlessly probing from the center, trying to lure Wu Chunying into blocking the attack.

In order to grab the sword at close range, he hoped to win with one strike.

However, Wu Chunying also had the same idea of winning. She indeed raised her sword to meet the attack, her sword rainbow shooting out rapidly, blocking the incoming sword. The moment the two swords were about to collide was also the moment Ge Tianlong was overjoyed.

The sword rainbow she spat out suddenly became swift and deep, the sword force unpredictable, the sword path completely unexpected, and her flashing movements were also far beyond the norm.

"Ugh!"

Ge Tianlong cried out in surprise, unable to stop his horse's stance, he lunged forward eight feet, and hurriedly turned around to assume a defensive sword stance. He wanted to counterattack but lacked the strength; his footing was unsteady, how could he attack?

Blood gushed from his right rib, and the crimson bloodstains on his clothes quickly widened and lengthened.

"You can't actually withstand one of my moves."

Wu Chunying's sarcastic tone was sharp and hurtful. She lightly stroked her sword and said with an arrogant air, "Your Ge family's martial arts are very limited. Although you are innovative and change your weapons, you can't come up with any earth-shattering tricks."

"And it's getting worse and worse. I think you won't even be able to maintain your eighth-place ranking. Why do you have to be so arrogant in front of me?" "You...you...you..." Ge Tianlong realized with horror that he was seriously injured. His right side was tightening and numb, and the pain was increasing. Even without checking his injuries, he knew his right ribs had been slashed and pierced, with at least three ribs broken. If his opponent hadn't shown mercy, her sword would have already ripped open his chest and abdomen, leaving him no chance of survival.

Wu Chunying approached step by step, her phoenix eyes still filled with intense killing intent.

"The sword technique that injured you was quite strange, wasn't it?"

Wu Chunying said, her sword tip rising slowly. "My nickname is Demon Oriole, and my sword is called Demon Sword. Let's see how many more moves you can withstand from me. Get ready!"

"I...I admit...I admit defeat..." Ge Tianlong couldn't stand anymore, his body swaying as he staggered, about to fall. "Drop your sword and claws!"

"You..."

A flash of light appeared from the sword, the sharp tip poised at Ge Tianlong's throat.

"If you don't drop your sword and claws, I will kill you without hesitation."

Wu Chunying said with a cold smile, the force of her sword increasing.

“You can’t…”

“Have you forgotten I’m a heretic?”

“Miss Wu, why…why…”

The sword tip lifted slightly, and blood began to seep from the soft skin of his throat. “Clang!”

Ge Tianlong was terrified and dropped his sword.

“I’m going to cut off your claws…”

“No…don’t…” Ge Tianlong screamed, frantically removing the specially made claws from his left hand and throwing them to the ground. “Get out of here!” Wu Chunying sheathed her sword and chased him away. “

Help…help me walk…” Ge Tianlong screamed, begging his companions for mercy, bending his right leg to his knees, barely able to support himself. Xuan Tian Nu Sha and Jiu You Diao Ke had been advancing towards the two maids, but dared not rush close, for the two maids’ two swords were cold and menacing, fearlessly waiting for them to come forward and die.

When Ge Tianlong launched his attack, the two stopped simultaneously, observing the situation. Seeing that Ge Tianlong was injured in one move, they were terrified, their fighting spirit vanished, and their hands trembled as they caught the swords.

This was true mastery; a single move decided the outcome. Neither dared to flee, their hearts pounding with fear as they awaited their doom. The two maids were already beside them, ready to strike at any moment; escape was impossible.

The Xuan Tian Nu Sha rushed over in terror, sheathing her sword and supporting Ge Tianlong.

"Quickly bandage...bandage my wound to stop...stop the bleeding, otherwise...otherwise I..." Ge Tianlong changed his mind, saying, "Once the blood flows...once it all..." "But, Master Ge, let's get out of this danger first..." The Xuan Tian Nu Sha was even more terrified and didn't want to linger.

"Don't be afraid, quickly...quickly bandage me..."

Jiu You Diao Ke also arrived, immediately helping Ge Tianlong to his feet and set him down.

The two maids also came over, picking up Ge Tianlong's sword and claws.

One maid kicked the Xuan Tian Nu Sha, roughly grabbing him and disarming him.

Jiu You Diao Ke, a seasoned veteran, obediently offered his sword to avoid being beaten and humiliated.

After the wound was bandaged, Ge Tianlong's waist seemed to have doubled in size.

"I swear to avenge this..." Ge Tianlong roared at the departing figure of Miss Wu, his vow unwavering and brooking no doubt. Yi Zhi Gao Sheng, his right elbow and left knee badly injured, was dragged along like a dead dog by two maids, each grabbing one of his shoulders. He groaned and cried out in pain; a renowned figure of the evil path had fallen so tragically.

Long Jian was no longer alone. His true friends and chivalrous heroes of integrity were gradually recognizing Ai Zongquan's true nature and standing by his side through thick and thin. Thus, his followers grew, and his strength increased. Before the second watch of the night, Tiger Sword He Zong, on guard duty, walked slowly from the outer corridor of the alchemy room towards the side hall, his hands behind his back. Looking up, he saw a dark figure standing on the left wall.

Under the bright starlight, he recognized the person as wearing a ghost mask.

"Hehe!" he laughed. "You should be here by now. Why don't you come down and talk?"

"Talk about what?" Ghost-Faced Human: "Brother Yan, you seem completely unconcerned about an intrusion?"

"We'll send someone to infiltrate Chen Gongtao."

Tiger Sword said loudly, "That Alliance Leader Ai is so worried about Yang Xiaobao coming to settle accounts with him that he can't sleep. He doesn't have time to send a large number of people to their deaths."

"Chen Gongtao can't possibly stop Yang Xiaobao from coming and going freely, because Yang Xiaobao has done so before. Your arrival is definitely not an intrusion. The Valley Master of Nine Heavens is not a despicable thief. Why worry?"

"Isn't that a bit too bold?" Ghost-Faced Human.

"It's not a matter of boldness or not, but a matter of fact."

"The Lord of Nine Heavens Valley is a supreme demon, and we are heroes among heroes. Both sides are acting as champions, wielding swords and blades for righteousness."

"When we attacked Nine Heavens Valley, it was a righteous challenge. I believe your Valley Lord will also act righteously and settle things with us as heroes."

"Our waiting for your Valley Lord's response shows our respect and admiration for you as a hero. We are doing our best; whether your Valley Lord possesses such integrity and courage is your business."

Eight more masked men appeared on the wall.

Their posture truly exuded an aura of invasion.

"Hmm! You are worthy opponents of our valley."

"Of course, of course."

"I know about the incident at Zhiliao Nunnery."

"The identities of those masked men have been found out."

Tiger Sword said, "They are all notorious villains, despised by the martial arts world."

"Most importantly, we discovered that their masks are different from yours, so we won't make mistakes again." "Do you want to know their background?" "

No need. Such a common matter is not worth investigating. Just get to the point, and everything will fall into place." "Are you here to talk, or to deliver a message from your Valley Master? Why not come inside and sit for a while?"

"We were originally sent by the Valley Master to make you all nervous, but it's all for nothing. You all seem quite relaxed!" "Brother Yan, you should know who I am!"

The masked man's voice changed: "Twenty years, and your voice and appearance remain unchanged." "Oh! Kou Dalong, the leader of the four envoys of Nine Heavens Valley, the Impermanent Envoy. Old Kou's voice is indeed unchanged."

"Stop mocking me. He's no longer here."

"Alright, then please convey to Master Wu of Tianlong Manor that tomorrow at noon, the people of Jiutian Jue Valley will meet with you all at the Jellyfish Shrine on Xinyuzhou Island. We hope that anyone unrelated to us will not participate." "

If you are afraid, you may not come. We will not wait for you if you are late."

"We will be there on time,"

Tiger Sword said solemnly.

"Huh! You can make that decision?"

"Why don't you ask Master Wu…?"

"We are all of one mind, and we are all from Zixu Temple. Everyone can decide to accept your valley's invitation. Is that clear?" "Hmm! Very impressive. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The black shadow flashed and disappeared instantly.

Xinyuzhou Island is opposite Parrot Island, much smaller than Parrot Island. There are no residents on the island, only a small Jellyfish Shrine built to suppress the river's flow. Few people usually go there to see the water birds; it is neither a scenic area nor a tourist destination.

In the first half of the year, two fast boats moored on the shore of Xinyu Island. Eighteen renowned masters of the chivalrous path disembarked and headed without hesitation towards the Water Mother Shrine in the center of the island.

Apart from Lu Guang, the still seriously injured Wandering God from Beyond the Heavens, all of Long Jian's friends and family had arrived.

The wandering monk Wu Ben donned his rarely worn monk's robes and formally donned his cassock. Wu Tian, the

wandering immortal Xuanzhen, also wore the robes of a Taoist official; he was originally the Taoist official Zhengyi Zhenren of Wudang, attending the gathering with his dignified identity. For the first time in twenty years, the righteous and the evil clashed on the battlefield.

Before the Water Mother Shrine, thirty-two masked figures lined up to greet the guests, tall and short, men and women, a truly magnificent sight. Their masks, though lacking painted fangs, still exuded a ghostly aura under the midday sun. The chivalrous masters marched forward

with great strides. Long Jian Wu Qingyun, accompanied by his wife and daughter Fei Wei, led the way, followed by his daughter, Mo Ying Wu Chunying, whose striking dark green outfit and sword, tucked into her belt, gave her a cold and menacing look. Five masked men emerged from the shrine to greet them. The number of people from Nine Heavens Valley was twice that of three to seven. The two sides lined up, facing each other. The masked man at the head of the group stepped forward alone, followed by Long Jian. "Twenty years have passed. Brother Wu, your spirit remains unchanged, but I, Song, have grown old." The masked man clasped his hands in a salute. "My heroic spirit is no longer what it once was." "Seeing your unwavering courage, my plans for a comeback seem unlikely to succeed through martial arts alone. The current situation in the martial world is unfavorable to you all. I should truly seize the opportunity and use all my cunning to increase my chances of victory." “If Valley Master Song were to use cunning tactics, success would indeed be within reach,” Long Jian said calmly. “Given the current situation, I, Wu, am besieged on all sides, facing enemies on two fronts. The rise of Azure Jade Hand is already a fatal flaw for me. If Valley Master Song were to show even a slight courtesy to Ai Zongquan, your Valley could remain invincible. If you continue to exploit my group of washed-up brothers, we are destined to be wiped out of the martial world. But Valley Master Song does not pursue this plan, which I find deeply puzzling.” “Hehe! I, Zongquan, was once an unparalleled hero. I disdain dealing with someone as cunning and unpredictable as Azure Jade Hand. Rather than face endless troubles in the future, it is better to end it sooner rather than later.” “Actually, Brother Wu could also deal with Ai Zongquan.” “Haha! Great minds think alike. I, Wu, consider myself upright and honorable, unworthy to deal with someone like Azure Jade Hand.” “Twenty years of enmity have entangled us. Right and wrong are irreconcilable between us. I believe both of us harbor resentment and never forget it. It would be a great relief to end it sooner rather than later, lest we take hatred to our graves.” "Valley Master, if all eighteen of us, including Wu, are buried here, then Nine Heavens Valley can run rampant and rule the world without restraint. It's the will of Heaven, the decline of the righteous and the rise of the demonic!" "Then please draw up the terms." "Wu Qingyun, what exactly do you want?" Nine Heavens Valley asked in a deep voice. "The Nine Heavens Decree must never be allowed to reappear and rule the martial world, unless Wu and his men die," Long Jian said in a deep voice. "Do you think you can stop the Nine Heavens Decree from reappearing with just a few people?" "Wu and his men only know how to do their best, not caring about anything else. The outcome is not important; what matters is whether a person's principles of conduct are in accordance with morality. If everyone is selfish, greedy for life, and afraid of death, this world is really not very lovable, is it?" "It seems inevitable that we will fight each other here, resulting in mutual destruction." "Possibly."

"Those people like Cangqiong Yushou can lead the martial world and dominate the world, doing whatever they want."

"That's not necessarily true!"

"New talents emerge in every generation, and the old replace the new. There are still people in the martial world, and many righteous defenders. At least, Cangqiong Yushou's group will have a hard time getting past Yang Xiaobao. He hasn't even secured his throne as the martial world's overlord yet! How easy is it for him to hold onto it?"

"To paraphrase you, that's not necessarily true!"

The Valley Master of Nine Heavens sneered, "That brat Yang Xiaobao is stubborn. He only cares about the manhunt and is indifferent to the situation in the martial world. He's not cut out to defend the righteous path."

"Perhaps so, but I believe the path of chivalry will surely have successors."

"How long will it take?"

"Who knows? We, who are nearly half-buried, don't need to worry about the future, right?" "I have no doubt about your words." "

Now, listen carefully, I, Demon Hand Tianyu, solemnly declare that the Heavenly Decree is now buried in the yellow earth."

"Valley Master Zong, I, Wu Qingyun of the Dragon Sword Sect, solemnly declare that from now on I will not concern myself with matters of the martial world. Tianlong Manor only welcomes old friends." "It's a deal."

The Valley Master of Jiutianjue clapped his hands: "Heaven and earth bear witness."

Long Jian also clapped three times.

"Brother Wu, those people from Jiuyin Divine Tea Sect will surely be used against you. Can you handle them?"

"One against one, I can handle it. I met Tie Luohan yesterday, and he was nothing special."

"My daughter is also on par with the Five-Tong Demon God. It seems these old demons are not as terrifying as rumored."

"Fortunately, Tie Luohan and the Five-Tong Demon God are already dead, killed by Yang Xiaobao and Feifeng Chai Juan." "The five members of Jiuyin Divine Tea Sect set a trap and attacked with all their might, only destroying Yang Xiaobao's blue robe."

"Really?" Not only was Wu Chunying surprised, but Long Jian and his group also couldn't believe it.

"Absolutely true, I was an eyewitness."

"This..."

"Go find Yang Xiaobao! He can help you through this difficult time."

"No, that's not his business." Miss Li refused outright.

"Haha! Alright!" The master of Jiutian Jue Valley laughed loudly, "Brother Wu, everyone, I hope we meet again. When we meet again, we will all be recluses who have nothing to fight for in this world. There will be nothing left for us brothers to fight for. Take care and goodbye."

"Take care and goodbye." Long Jian sincerely clasped his hands in a fist and said.

Yang Xiaobao moved into the prefectural city and stayed at the famous Hongbin Inn inside Pinghu Gate. He settled Fei Feng, Chai Juan, and her four maids into two adjacent rooms.

The letter for the appointment at Parrot Island had been entrusted by Ren Tang Master to a famous person in the prefectural city to deliver to the leader of the Zhi Gang. The meeting was scheduled for noon the next day, the decisive day. He was not afraid that anyone would cause trouble or provoke him.

A person with a firm resolve can overcome difficulties with determination and will, and their actions will inevitably be aggressive and violent. Those who dare to provoke them will face fierce and merciless attacks, with extremely terrible consequences.

The Azure Sky Jade Hand is already the backer of the Golden Dragon Gang. How could the leader of the alliance, revered by heroes from all walks of life, sit idly by and watch the Golden Dragon Gang leader fall into trouble? Therefore, they will definitely fully support Gang Leader Gongzhi. The atmosphere at the Parrot Island meeting will change drastically, and Yang Xiaobao's situation will be extremely perilous! Yang Xiaobao ignores the peril; he even refuses the participation of the White Tiger Hall.

His plans have caused Miss Wu great anxiety, making her unable to eat or sleep. This is practically risking her life; how could it not be worrying? Worse still, the girl's injuries have remained unchanged for ten days or half a month. This means he will definitely go to the meeting alone, facing hundreds of desperate members of the Golden Dragon Gang and countless top-tier masters and renowned figures from the Azure Sky Jade Hand.

Yang Xiaobao didn't care at all. He was confident that he could keep Cangqiong Yushou and his group from stepping forward. Under the guise of justice and righteousness, how could these self-proclaimed powerful and domineering masters dare to risk stepping forward to support the murderers who slaughtered civilians? Therefore, he didn't include Cangqiong Yushou in his calculations.

Unless Cangqiong Yushou wanted to be a murderer despised by the world, then, apart from the underworld and evil people, anyone with a sense of justice would probably scatter. How could they still raise their banner and dominate the martial arts world?

He was wrong. Someone dared to come and provoke him.

Not long after noon, three gentlemen stepped into the upper-class guest room where he was staying.

"Did you send the letter?" The Eight-Faced Spirit Official, like a door god, asked Yang Xiaobao, who stood with his hands at his sides on the veranda, in a stern voice. "Indeed, your gang leader, at noon the day after tomorrow, will bring Jin Kun, the Purple Clay Hand, to the Mountain God Temple to confront me about the massacre at the Sanjiang Shipping Company." Yang Xiaobao said coldly, "If it weren't for the fifty-two lives lost, I would hold your gang accountable." "On what grounds?" "

On the grounds that I was one of the passengers on the ship, a victim who luckily escaped the calamity. I could have reported it to the authorities, but that would have been a long and complicated process. If your gang leader insists on going to the authorities, I will have to report it directly to the Chu Prince's Mansion, and then the Prince's Mansion will issue an order to the government to pursue the case. Even if your gang has great connections, it won't be able to reach the Chu Prince's Mansion. You can think about the consequences." "Ah! At worst, our gang will hand the murderer, the Purple Clay Hand, over to the authorities for justice. That's much better than letting him be dealt with by your private court." "Then hand the Purple Clay Hand over to the authorities! What are you waiting for?"

"Our gang is the victim. The Sanjiang Shipping Company was under our protection, and for this, our gang lost five thousand taels of silver. Our gang has the right to deal with him according to the rules of the martial arts world. You have no right to interfere, and our gang does not want to alarm the government."

"If you dare not testify against me, it means that your gang has something to hide. Zisha Hand is just a scapegoat. Perhaps the murderer is your gang leader. Don't gossip here. Please leave!"

A thin, middle-aged man dressed as a follower snorted and stepped past the Eight-Faced Spirit Official.

"You arrogant and conceited scoundrel, utterly despicable!" The middle-aged man said sinisterly, "I'll take you to see my gang leader. Do you dare go?"

"Not the right time, sir."

Yang Xiaobao smiled coldly, "What is your status in the Golden Dragon Gang?"

"Never mind my status..."

"Bah! What are you?" Yang Xiaobao exploded, "Gongzhi Gang Leader can't even lift his head in front of me. You, a piece of trash in the gang, dare to act like a human in front of me? You should take a piss and look at your face. Even a tortoise or a turtle is more impressive than you!" The middle-aged man was furious, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"If you dare to act like a human and act wildly, I will definitely break your arms and legs and make sure you live a normal life." Yang Xiaobao's tiger eyes were wide with rage as he pressed forward, "I despise you bastards to the extreme. From now on, I will kill every one of you without mercy. Draw your sword! Sir." To the right of the courtyard entrance, stood a tall, thin man in his sixties, with a ferocious face, wearing a blue robe.

"Gou Yi, you vicious assassin, draw your sword!" The man in green sneered. "You, a renowned and ruthless killer, have already lowered your status enough by impersonating a member of the Golden Dragon Gang. To show weakness in front of a young man who is unarmed—do you still need to call yourself a hero in the martial world? Don't be afraid of Brother Yang's tough talk; he's all bark and no bite. He won't kill you. As soon as you sense something's wrong, kneel down and beg for mercy, and he won't be able to bring himself to do it!"

"Draw your sword quickly! Don't miss this opportunity! Ai Zongquan is waiting for your good news!"

Another middle-aged man dressed as a follower's face changed drastically, and he retreated in a daze.

"Brother Gou, let's go!" The follower said as he retreated, his voice trembling.

The vicious assassin snorted angrily, flicked his right hand, and three bolts of lightning shot towards the man in green three zhang away. He moved swiftly, flicked his left hand behind him, and then leaped into the air, soaring towards the courtyard gate three zhang away.

If Yang Xiaobao's attention were drawn to the hidden weapons used by the evil spirits to attack the man in green, he would surely be in deep trouble. The evil spirits' left-hand hidden weapons would definitely strike successfully, and at a distance of less than ten feet, they would be impossible to dodge.

They were three Thunder Drills, each only four inches long, spinning and flying, indestructible.

Yang Xiaobao's combat experience was growing richer. Upon hearing the man in green say his opponent was an assassin, he immediately became fully alert. The Thunder Drill, renowned for its speed, flew before the whistling sound of its spinning motion, small and heavy, difficult to see clearly. But he dodged to the left, his right hand swiftly catching the three Thunder Drills that had injured his hand, simultaneously disappearing, making the impossible possible. In the same instant, the man in green, three zhang away, appeared like a ghost on the right side of the courtyard gate, perfectly intercepting the lightning-fast approaching Fiend. The three Thunder Drills, having missed their mark, pierced the brick wall more than three inches deep.

The man in green lightly flicked his left hand forward.

The Fiend had barely seen the man in green appear before it was too late; four crescent-shaped throwing knives, each only four inches long, almost simultaneously wedged into his shoulders and knees.

"Ouch..." the Fiend cried out, falling heavily to the ground at the courtyard gate. ...

The Eight-Faced Spirit Official and his fleeing followers turned around in terror, leaping over the courtyard wall in a desperate escape. "Help..." the Fiend of Death howled!

"Stop yelling! Your companions are being held up in the front courtyard! They can barely protect themselves, how can they come to your rescue!" "Let me...let me go..."

"I'm a man of iron will, but my blood is cold. I never let those who try to harm me go unpunished. Haha! Bear with it! Stop yelling, I've silenced you with my acupoints, then you'll have peace and quiet." Having silenced the Fiend of Death with his acupoints, the man in the green robe dragged the man's right foot and grinned at Yang Xiaobao, a rather terrifying smile. But Yang Xiaobao could sense that the smile was benevolent. He was curious, who was this man in the green robe? Judging from his tone, this old guesthouse had many people like this mysterious man in the green robe protecting him in the open and in the shadows. Who were these people? The man in the green robe didn't engage him in conversation, dragging the man like a dead dog. The Fiend of Death's joints and tendons had been severed! The Eight-Faced Spirit Official and his entourage, disregarding the daytime ban, leaped over courtyard walls and onto rooftops, eager to escape and unconcerned about causing a scene.

They jumped down from the alley behind the shop; the Eight-Faced Spirit Official knew the way well. He led the way quickly, soon disappearing into an ordinary earthen-tiled house at the corner of the alley. The door was ajar, indicating his familiarity with the place. Inside the small hall, three people greeted them. "Oh! You're in a sorry state, you failed?"

"Yes, we failed." The man pretending to be a follower was still shaken. "Good heavens! Guess who we ran into?" "Damn it! Who has the patience to play guessing games with you?" The elderly man in the lead cursed, indicating his high status. "Could it be that we ran into the Jade Emperor or Buddha?"

"The Retribution Messenger."

"What? The second of the four messengers from the Nine Heavens Valley?" The elderly man was shocked. "Oh no! They're the ones who helped Yang Xiaobao?" "I don't know, but we stayed in the same guest house. Brother Gou was being reckless and, in his haste, used the Thunder Drill on both of them at the same time..." "Then...then it must be...Brother Gou is finished. What about the Four Poisons of the Southern Wilderness who were supporting him?"

"I don't know, but we haven't seen those four brothers show up."

"We're not afraid of failure. Brother Ai will arrange another opportunity. Lord Ding, how much did Little Dog Yang say?" "He only said that our leader should bring Zisha Hand to the Miheng Temple for questioning." The Eight-Faced Spirit Official replied humbly, "Zisha Hand might be a scapegoat, or perhaps our leader is the murderer, that's all."

"Hmm! It seems he knows very little."

The hall door was pushed open, and four people wearing fangless ghost masks filed in.

"Then you must know a lot." The first ghost masked man to enter said, "Li Po Mao Bing, would you like to hear it?" Li Po Mao Bing was greatly surprised and let out a warning sirens.

"Don't waste your efforts. Besides you five brothers, there's no one else alive here." "...Valley Master Zong..."

"Did I say I was Valley Master Zong?"

"Brother, why bother?" Li Po Mao Bing said in horror, "I can act as your representative and agree to any conditions your valley offers, with the intention of cooperating or forming an alliance with you in good faith."

"Haha! When Ai Zongquan secretly invited the Four Spirits of Qiankun, the Twin Fiends of Heaven and Earth, and the Nine Yin Divine Tea, preparing to demonstrate against our valley once negotiations break down, that would be the moment when we become irreconcilable enemies with Nine Heavens Absolute Valley. Your schemes may have fooled Long Jian and Yang Xiaobao, but they can't fool the omnipresent heroes of Nine Heavens Absolute Valley. You still want to play dumb? I pity you, I want to take you away, you object?" "Sir, don't push your luck..." "

I have no intention of deceiving you at all, Yang Xiaobao wants you."

"What? You... he doesn't even..."

"He doesn't know you either, but you struck him with a Hundred Poisons Impermanence Cone, you don't deny that, do you? You are the prized disciple of the Wandering Hundred Poisons Celestial Venerable, don't let your master be disgraced in the afterlife. Your master was very courageous when he was alive, never denying his crimes. During the night raid at the North Training Ground, he secretly struck Yang Xiaobao with a Hundred Poisons Impermanence Cone, framing Long Jian, causing the last chaotic demon dance at Parrot Island. Yang Xiaobao has been investigating the origin of the Impermanence Cone ever since. Now, you must stand tall and confess to him."

"Go to hell!" Li Po Mao Bing cursed sharply, raising both hands.

The hall was narrow and the space was limited, so Li Po Mao Bing quickly twisted and turned. Shifting and flashing, the Hundred Poisons Impermanence Cones flew everywhere, one after another, like shooting stars. Li's shrill cries were ear-piercing, as if every inch of space was completely sealed off, a breathtaking sight. The four masked men, including the Eight-Faced Spirit Official, had already hidden themselves in the corners of the room, avoiding the storm of Poisonous Impermanence Cones to prevent being caught in the crossfire. Their eight large sleeves formed a formidable wall, the powerful sleeve winds like tornadoes, creating the first line of defense. The impermanence cones, upon approaching the sleeve winds, would veer off course, losing half their force as they flew, before being struck by the large sleeves and falling gracefully to the ground with a thud.

More than twenty Poisonous Impermanence Cones were fired, yet Li Po Mao Bing, unwilling to give up, continued to fire with all his might, seemingly refusing to believe that the gale and the large sleeves could withstand the sharp cones capable of breaking internal energy. When the last one hit the ground, the old demon finally realized that all was lost! The Eight-Faced Spirit Official, the most cunning, took advantage of the chaos to stealthily crawl along the ground, rolling into the passageway leading to the inner hall, and scurried away like a rat. "Now, we'll return the favor with some of the Heavenly Annihilation Blades from the Nine Heavens Valley," the masked man said sinisterly, ending with a piercing ghostly howl.

A strange, crescent-shaped throwing knife spun out, its trajectory unreadable, resembling a flattened, round halo. Its rotation and flight speed were too fast for the naked eye to discern, let alone dodge; the halo of light was enough to see the knife pierce the body.

"Ugh... ah..." The cries of those struck rang out almost simultaneously, and all four, including the attendants who had come with the Eight-Faced Spirit Official and the ghost Mao Bing, collapsed.

"One's gone," said one of the masked men.

"Let him go," said the leader of the masked men. "I let him go on purpose. When he goes back and says this, Ai Zongquan will feel at ease letting the Dragon King Gang leader go to the appointment. Let them think Yang Xiaobao's knowledge is limited and won't involve them. Let them be secretly pleased!" Just like the last meeting at Parrot Island, many heroes from all over the land came to watch the spectacle, even more so than before. Yang Xiaobao's name was extremely well-known, and his reputation was rising daily.

All the prominent figures of the Golden Dragon Gang were present, and the gang leader personally met with his rivals. Important deacons, of course, all arrived in full force. Their numbers were overwhelming, their voices louder, and their demeanor confident. There were over fifty of them, large and small, their imposing presence enough to scare away even the most powerful.

When Yang Xiaobao dragged the exhausted Wen Ruyu and Li Dayou into the arena, some of the onlookers gasped in surprise, while the Dragon King Gang leader was utterly bewildered, wondering who Yang Xiaobao was dragging.

Yang Xiaobao, holding the rope in one hand and moving the narrow-bladed sword at his waist in the other, went straight to the center of the square and dragged Wen Ruyu closer. "Kneel!" he roared.

Wen Ruyu shuddered and hurriedly knelt.

"Gongye Gang Leader, you're finally a man of responsibility," Yang Xiaobao said, releasing the rope and bowing respectfully to the Dragon King Gang leader, who was surrounded by a crowd three zhang away. "Did you bring the Purple Clay Hand?"

"Yang Xiaobao, don't be so arrogant," the Eight-Faced Spirit Official said sternly. "You're trying to bully your host..." "Shut your dog mouth! Your gang leader is here, how dare you bark? You bastard!" Yang Xiaobao cursed rudely. "Last time I dealt with Long Jian here, there were a few treacherous and shameless scoundrels who kept barking, making Long Jian, their master, a scapegoat for their betrayal. What are you up to, you dog? Gang Leader Gongye, you should stand up straight and act like a gang leader. How can you allow your subordinates to act like a mob?"

The Eight-Faced Spirit Official was about to continue his blatant interference, but was finally stopped by the Dragon King Gang leader.

"Yang Xiaobao, you are indeed too arrogant." The Dragon King Gang leader said helplessly, "With your status, I can ignore you..."

"To put it bluntly, with my status and position, you are not worthy to speak loudly in front of me." Yang Xiaobao interrupted him, "If it weren't for the pursuit of the murderer, I wouldn't bother with you at all. From now on, watch your mouth. I have already killed many members of your gang, and I will not hesitate to kill another 1,800. Today I brought a knife. I bring a knife even though I don't use one. Only with a knife can I cut through thousands of troops. Don't provoke me. Most swords are only worn at the waist, and they are not as fast as a knife when fighting!" "What exactly do you want?" the Dragon King Gang leader asked intimidatingly.

"We want the murderer, sir, it's that simple."

"Do you know our gang has the right to deal with the murderer?"

"I have the right to intervene. Whether you agree or not, I'll hand the murderer over to you after I've investigated. You can kill or torture him as you please. Now, don't you intend to hand over Jin Kun, the 'Purple Sand Hand,' whom you call the murderer?"

"What if I, the gang leader, don't intend to hand him over?"

"Yang Xiaobao will slaughter you all today, leaving no stone unturned! You accuse the Purple Sand Hand of being the murderer, trying to stop me from investigating the real culprit, to cover up your own conspiracy to kill the civilians you protect, to seize the White Tiger Hall, and frame someone else. Tell me, I'm waiting for your word."

"I'm telling you, the Purple Sand Hand is the murderer!" the Dragon King Gang Leader said in a deep voice.

"Even if you're the upright and just official in charge of investigating this case, you should at least let him confront me, the victim, right?" Yang Xiaobao said sternly. "You can't just find some nobody, accuse him of being the murderer, and kill him arbitrarily, thus preventing the victim or the government from investigating. Tell me, will you hand him over or not?"

With a sneer, he drew his sword, its blade gleaming white, shimmering in the sunlight, exuding a chilling aura. "I await your answer," he said

, his voice like thunder. A clamor erupted all around. "We demand justice!" someone shouted. "This isn't a personal grudge, nor is it a battle for fame and fortune in the martial world. It concerns fifty innocent lives, a cruel act that the martial world cannot tolerate. Dragon King Gang Leader, if you don't hand over the murderer, how can you face your fellow martial artists?" "We demand justice!" another roared in a thunderous voice. "Can you just arbitrarily accuse someone of being the murderer and execute them privately? Can you deceive the world? Even deception should be done in a reasonable way!"

The Dragon King Gang Leader had no other choice; the pressure was too great, he couldn't bear it. Turning his head, he shouted, "Bring him out!" Four burly men appeared inside the temple, dragging a tall, dark-skinned, and somewhat listless middle-aged man through the crowd, bringing him to the gang leader's side, where they stopped and awaited orders.

"Push him out!" the Dragon King Gang leader waved his hand to give the order.

The four men brought Zisha Shou (Purple Sand Hand) to Yang Xiaobao, stopping a few feet away.

"You're Zisha Shou, Jin Kun? The murderer who killed fifty-two passengers on the Sanjiang Ship?" Yang Xiaobao asked, sheathing his sword. "That's right, it's me, a true hero takes responsibility for his actions."

"Why?"

"There were my enemies on the ship. I, Zisha Shou, am ruthless and never leave anyone alive."

"Were you on the ship at the time? What was your alias?"

"Of course." Zisha Shou was taken aback, not expecting Yang Xiaobao to ask such a common, unnoticed question. "You haven't even forgotten your alias?" Yang Xiaobao pressed.

"An alias...an alias..."

"Should I remind you? Don't forget, I have the passenger register of the Sanjiang Shipping Company. After the incident, I rushed back to the prefectural city and stole the passenger register to prevent the murderer from covering his tracks." He took the passenger register from his pouch and threw it on the ground with a thud. "I...I used the alias Li...Leng Qiufeng..." Zisha Shou panicked and fell into a trap.

The only way to save himself was to admit that no one had found the body. There were only three people who weren't dead: Yang Xiaobao, and the missing bodies of Leng Qiufeng and Tang Renxian. So, in his panic, he blurted it out.

"Fine, even if you used the alias Leng Qiufeng, someone can prove that Leng Qiufeng isn't you!"

"No one can prove I'm not Leng Qiufeng." Zisha Shou remained stubborn.

Yang Xiaobao kicked Li Duangong and pulled up the man's hair knot.

"Brother, surely you recognize me, fellow martial arts enthusiasts." He loudly proclaimed to the surrounding crowd, "The renowned sorcerer Wen Ruyu and Li Dayou, the cousin of the Poison Demon who guides the Plague God, you haven't forgotten who went by the alias Leng Qiufeng, have you?" Yang Xiaobao waved his hand towards the east, and the heroes of the east quickly made way, revealing the carefree immortal and his disciples, dragging three people with their hands bound. These were important henchmen of the Golden Dragon Gang who had accompanied the Poison Sword Yin Hong to clear out Dongting Yihe.

"My uncle, using the alias Leng Qiufeng, was responsible for boarding the ship and poisoning the rice," Wen Ruyu said tearfully. "It was my uncle who used a hoodlum named Shang Bainian to get close to the cook, Hu Laoqi, and then poisoned the rice water. He was the mastermind, but because you were investigating too hastily, you lost your composure and found a scapegoat. I received three thousand taels of silver from the intermediary. He wanted me to negotiate with my uncle, who received five thousand taels in return. He disguised himself and boarded the ship with the intermediary under an alias. I don't know any other details." "Who was the intermediary?"

"A man named Hun Tianlong Mo Hai."

"Shang Bainian was sent to the intermediary by me," Dao Guan said in a deep voice. "I was threatened by unidentified people. If I refused, they would destroy my business; if I accepted, I would receive five thousand taels of silver. I was afraid of dying, and I truly didn't know they were going to murder everyone on the ship, so I arranged for them to meet someone Hu Laoqi knew. That person was Shang Bainian." "You're talking nonsense! You..." Zisha Shou cried out.

"Dao Hong's words are not convincing, but there is still evidence," Yang Xiaobao said loudly, taking out another ledger from his treasure pouch and holding it above his head. "This is the transaction ledger of the Jingzhou Baoquan Bureau. It records a merchant surnamed Mo, whose real name is Mo Hai, who remitted 13,000 taels of silver in Jingzhou. There are two 5,000 taels and one 3,000 taels, and the account number is clear. Dao Hong redeemed 5,000 taels at the Baoquan Bureau in the prefectural city. The other 5,000 taels must have been obtained by Jieyin the Plague God. Wen Ruyu redeemed 1,000 taels in Jingzhou. Now, please let Hun Tianlong Mo Hai come out and explain. Does anyone know this person?"

"Chen Fen Cang Master, you should know what to do, right? Hun Tianlong Mo Hai is your sworn brother, isn't he?" Bai Li Gongye Duzhou, the second son of the Dragon King Gang leader, asked Chen Chang, the Five-Clawed Flood Dragon, in a stern voice.

"Young Master...yes...yes."

"Call him here!"

Yang Xiaobao tossed out the profile of the Five-Headed Water Demon, spread it out on the ground, and pointed to the purple mole.

"Is this the Hun Tianlong?" he asked sharply. "I saw this person on the ship! He used the alias Tang Renxian, and the purple tuberculosis behind his right ear is irrefutable proof—he's the one who brought the Plague God onto the ship. Young Master Gongye, the three members of your gang who were captured by the Carefree Immortal know where your branch leader, Five-Clawed Flood Dragon, is hiding people. If your father is the master, he should have made your branch leader reveal the inside information in front of all the heroes of the world. Don't you believe that Hun Tianlong did such an outrageous thing, and your branch leader, Five-Clawed Flood Dragon, was unaware?" Before he could finish speaking, Five-Clawed Flood Dragon suddenly turned and ran away.

A nearby gang member suddenly flicked his wrist and fired a poisoned triangular dart, aiming at Five-Clawed Flood Dragon's vital spot in the back. Unfortunately, the gang leader's daughter, Gongye Qianqian, suddenly appeared from the side. With a flash of green, she flicked her finger and hit the three-edged dart with perfect accuracy. With a backhand, she struck the Five-Clawed Dragon's right shoulder with a Wuwei Palm, and the Five-Clawed Dragon fell down immediately.

"Hello," Gongye said to the gang member. "You're so active around the Grand Master, yet you're a traitor to our gang. Your attempt to kill Five-Clawed Flood Dragon to silence him is futile.

" "I...I was only acting on...on the orders of the Grand...Grand Master..."

Eight-Faced Spirit Official let out a long hiss, dodging and drawing his sword.

A great commotion erupted, and someone among the gang members roared in grief and anger.

"Hahahaha..." A deafening laugh echoed from the west. Several men in blue robes appeared, led by the one who called himself Elder Zong, claiming to be Fei Feng Chai Juan's elder, the one who wanted to force Yang Xiaobao to love Chai Juan.

"The people from Azure Sky Jade Hand have already left, Eight-Faced Spirit Official, you have no support now," Elder Zong said loudly. "That fake chivalrous disciple is smarter than you. He knew something was wrong as soon as Wen Ruyu appeared and had already fled with his gang." "I'll listen to your explanation, Ding Lingtian." "The Dragon King Gang Leader said sternly.

"It's...it's Ai...Ai Zongquan's...scheme..." The Eight-Faced Spirit Official trembled uncontrollably: "Half...half a year ago...he approached me, wanting...wanting me to incite a gang war, and if it succeeded, he wanted me to become...to become the gang leader, to command...to lead all the heroes of land and water. I bribed Yin Yang Yi Dao Yang Yi Xin of the White Tiger Hall's Wisdom Altar, and Xuan Tian Nu Sha of the Righteous Altar...the plan was that if the kidnapping of the Second Young Master Gang Leader failed, Ai Zongquan would carry out the second step of the plan, which he had already devised, to poison the passengers of the Three Rivers Shipping Company, thus inciting the gang's public outrage..."

"Drop the sword! I will investigate, I will give you a chance to explain."

"Gang Leader, please investigate thoroughly." "The Eight-Faced Spirit Official was almost in tears: 'The plan to poison the passengers... I... I knew nothing about it beforehand...' The Dragon King Gang Leader was so excited he was almost going crazy. He shouted and stepped forward, reaching out to grab the sword with his bare hands. The Eight-Faced Spirit Official instinctively swung his sword, unleashing a burst of sword energy. Clearly, he was prepared, and this strike demonstrated his exceptional skill."

With a series of sharp, resounding "thuds," three swords struck simultaneously, each deflecting off the Dragon King's large hand. The Dragon King's hand remained unharmed, demonstrating his preparedness and the fact that his hands had reached a level of martial prowess, impervious to swords and blades. Not only did the swords deflect, but their edges were also chipped.

Amidst the chaos, Yang Xiaobao dragged Wen Ruyu away from the scene. He had confirmed that the Dragon King was not the mastermind; his involvement was unnecessary.

The mastermind was Ai Zongquan. In truth, he had long suspected this. The Eight-Faced Spirit Official and the Five-Clawed Flood Dragon were insufficient to control the situation; Ai Zongquan was the logical culprit.

The Golden Dragon Gang announced its disbandment half a month later. This leading gang in the prime area along the Yangtze River was finally exhausted after several days of fierce fighting. The radical traitors led by the Eight-Faced Spirit Official suffered heavy casualties, and many loyal brothers of the Dragon King also perished. Even without announcing its disbandment, it was no longer viable. The climate has changed.

The White Tiger Hall has risen again, its former glory undiminished. After eliminating the traitors, it has regained the trust and respect of its martial arts friends. Of course, it will eventually take over the Golden Dragon Gang's territory.

Yang Xiaobao's whereabouts are unknown; he seems indifferent to the tragic massacre of forty-nine lives at the Three Rivers Shipping Company.

The once-renowned and eccentric master, Cangqiong Yushou Ai Zongquan, has become the target of public criticism, the enemy of the martial arts world. Ai Zongquan's name has become synonymous with murderer. His grand plan to unite all martial arts factions and dominate the world has failed miserably. It's a tragic and unjust failure. A cunning and ambitious master, possessing immense power and wealth, with meticulous preparation and plans, has been defeated by an unknown young man from outside the martial arts world. It's like being caught off guard and losing his life—truly bad luck.

Gongye Girl continued, "Now, it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to kill you."

The followers were speechless. One

evening, under a gloomy sky, they encountered the destitute Azure Jade Hand. His feet seemed even more somber than the sky, and he muttered to himself, unsure of what to say.

A woman he had once kept greeted him, but he acted as if he didn't recognize her. Although some still harbored hatred, at this moment, life and death meant little to Azure Jade Hand. Amidst sighs, the crowd went about their business, no longer giving him a second glance. Only a few ignorant children laughed behind him, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.

The End

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