Thinking of this, the ‘Knife Monarch’ turned his gaze toward Feng Feiyu.
There, Feng Feiyu was completely imrsed in a state of profound and dangerous ditation.
The ‘acupuncture points’ were filled.
Naturally, it was to achieve ‘Martial Arts Divinity.’
But achieving ‘Martial Arts Divinity’ also had so hurdles, related to one’s own cultivation technique and secret technique.
And when breaking through these hurdles, so conditions were the sa.
For example: one must not move casually.
It’s best to sit cross-legged.
Feng Feiyu was no exception.
Feng Feiyu excelled at the Splitting Palm.
This was a Martial Arts passed down through the Feng Family, with a complete heritage.
Within it, there was a ‘visualization diagram.’
And Feng Feiyu had long rembered the Feng Family’s ‘Splitting Palm’ visualization diagram in his heart. At this mont, following the thod, under the premise that the ‘acupuncture points’ were filled, it could be completed in a short while.
But this short while was too long!
A short while in ordinary tis was just the ti for a al.
And now, this short while?
It was really life-threatening.
Looking at the ten figures full of killing intent approaching him, Feng Feiyu couldn’t help but grit his teeth.
He prepared to give up this opportunity.
Although ‘Martial Arts Divinity’ had always been his goal, standing here motionless and being slaughtered was not what he wanted.
Even if, after this interruption, he might never reach the realm of ‘Martial Arts Divinity’ in this life, it was still better than standing here waiting to die.
Feng Feiyu wasn’t soone who hesitated.
Once he thought of sothing, he acted.
But just at this mont—
"Cough, cough.”
Two coughs echoed in his ears.
The mad old man who had been crouching in the corner stood up, slowly walked over, and then blocked in front of him.
Feng Feiyu was greatly alard.
These ten people were specially arranged by ‘Joyous Buddha.’
The weakest among them was a top expert who had reshaped their ‘Bone Marrow.’
How could a mad old man possibly resist?
Just monts ago, imrsed in his semi-real, semi-illusory world, Feng Feiyu had not noticed those two flashes of light.
He only knew that if the mad old man blocked in front of him, he would truly die.
But at this ti, he couldn’t speak.
He could only stare blankly.
Then, he prepared to hasten the termination of his breakthrough to regain mobility.
"Don’t move recklessly.”
Suddenly, the mad old man spoke up.
Turning around, facing Feng Feiyu, he said solemnly: “I’ve been eating and drinking here at your house for days. Although you secretly wish I’d leave soon, there is a reason why this old man must stay. Although it’s my own business, I’ve still benefited from your hospitality. So, this old man will help you out.”
Although the elder’s face was dirty, his eyes were incomparably bright and clear, showing no trace of madness.
What surprised Feng Feiyu even more was that the elder stood still, just looking at him, then raised his hand and waved backward.
Swish, swish, swish!
The invisible Sword Qi swept through like an autumn breeze, and ten figures, who were regarded as top experts, were like falling leaves in the wind.
Then, they vanished without a trace.
Or rather…
Were sliced into dust.
A sudden fall of scarlet autumn rain added a sense of desolation and loneliness to the street alley.
Feng Feiyu stared at this scene, dumbfounded.
The eyes of this forr Zi-clad chief arrest officer were filled with disbelief.
Not only disbelief about the scene before him.
But even more so disbelief about the identity of the elder before him.
Upon seeing the Sword Qi tinged with autumn’s essence, Feng Feiyu imdiately confird the elder’s identity, the patriarch of the Northern Li Family, ‘Sword Immortal’ Li Youzhi.
The ‘Withered Lotus Sword Technique’ that the other person created was too recognizable.
But precisely because he recognized it, Feng Feiyu found it even harder to believe.
Because he had just recently seen ‘Sword Immortal’ Li Youzhi, holding a long sword, with the deanor of a great master.
He wasn’t at all this filthy figure.
Moreover, the other person should be in seclusion at the ‘Sword Hut.’
Why would he appear here?
And then there was the ‘Joyous Buddha’ who just appeared.
This martial artist who used a knife must be the ‘Knife Monarch.’
Adding in the ‘Carefree King’ and…
That person!
Over half of the world’s nine top martial artists unexpectedly appeared in the Northern Capital?
Feng Feiyu, who always considered himself smart, found his mind sowhat overwheld at this mont.
But what puzzled Feng Feiyu even more was the attitude of these three among the world’s nine top experts in front of him—
“‘Sword Immortal,’ how have you been? Seeing the ‘Sword Immortal,’ I’m truly overjoyed.”
It was almost an exact replay of encountering the ‘Knife Monarch.’
The young monk was attacking the ‘Knife Monarch’ while greeting the ‘Sword Immortal.’
And the ‘Sword Immortal’ remained silent.
Not acquiescing.
But being vigilant.
Vigilant?
Could there be sothing else around?
Feng Feiyu instinctively looked around.
"Swordsman, how are you?
Have you been knocked silly?
I saw you acting crazy earlier.”
The ‘Knife Monarch’ drew his knife for protection and asked.
Among the nine greatest fighters in the world, if anyone was closest to the ‘Knife Monarch’, it was undoubtedly the ‘Sword Immortal’.
Twenty years ago, the two even traveled together in the Northern Land, their combined sword and blade techniques unrivaled.
However, when that couple gained fa, their combined sword and blade prowess was replaced by the title ‘Double Absolute’.
"You’re the one who’s been knocked silly, you XXX amateur!”
The ‘Sword Immortal’ retorted fluently.
At this mont, the ‘Sword Immortal’ showed none of the deanor of a top-tier master or grandmaster, appearing more like a common ruffian, yet this revealed a sense of authenticity.
"You shouldn’t have co.”
Suddenly, the ‘Sword Immortal’ spoke.
"I didn’t want to co.”
The ‘Knife Monarch’ sighed.
"But you ca anyway.”
The ‘Sword Immortal’ also sighed.
"In this world, one often finds it hard to follow one’s own will—I thought it was a situation I could completely control, but who knew it would turn into a life-and-death battle hanging by a thread.”
The ‘Knife Monarch’ was filled with helplessness.
"I used to be as nave as you, and that’s why I ended up like this.”
A look of sorrow appeared in the ‘Sword Immortal’s’ eyes.
"Is the Li Family finished?”
The ‘Knife Monarch’ was stunned.
"Yes, all gone.”
The ‘Sword Immortal’ nodded.
The ‘Knife Monarch’ fell silent.
After a few seconds, the ‘Knife Monarch’ unleashed a ten-ter-long blade light, forcing back the Rakshasa shadow of the ‘Joyful Buddha’ before retreating back to the side of the ‘Sword Immortal’.
"Sorry, I’m late.”
The ‘Knife Monarch’ said as blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth.
It was clear that the recent strike had worsened the ‘Knife Monarch’s’ injury.
Originally, he didn’t need to do this.
But the ‘Knife Monarch’ felt he had to do it.
He had to imdiately co to his friend and apologize.
Otherwise, his heart wouldn’t be at ease.
So, he did it.
Even if it ant aggravating his injuries at this mont.
"It’s not your fault, there’s no need to apologize, and besides…
You’re here now.
It’s not too late!”
The ‘Sword Immortal’ said with mild annoyance, then his expression turned serious, looking at the ‘Joyful Buddha’, the light in his eyes beca incomparably sharp at that mont.
The ‘Knife Monarch’ sensed his friend’s intention and imdiately stood by his side with his knife.
"Hahaha!
‘Sword Immortal’, ‘Knife Monarch’ both present.
How delightful, how joyous.”
The young monk laughed loudly, no longer maintaining the transcendence and extraordinary nature from before; all that remained was a madness brought to the extre by delight, laughing heartily.
Laughing so hard he leaned forward and back.
Laughing while clutching his belly.
Laughing until tears stread from his eyes.
As if just laughing like a madman.
But the laughter abruptly stopped.
The young monk stood up again.
He looked at the ‘Knife Monarch’ and ‘Sword Immortal’, and in an extrely cold tone, said: “Just as that person predicted, you will surely die together.
I lost the bet.
For the first ti, I lost a bet and served him for twenty years.
This ti I lost the bet again, and must serve him for another twenty years.
Do you find it laughable?”
In the midst of his questioning.
The bodies of the Bodhisattva and Rakshasa grew taller again.
From over five ters, they kept growing until they reached ten ters, only then did they slowly stop.
Moreover, the half-Bodhisattva, half-Rakshasa image seed to solidify as if turned into reality.
No longer a re shadow.
But a living presence.
At the sa ti, the Bodhisattva with the fingers pinched and eyes closed slightly opened its eyes, looking at the ‘Knife Monarch’ and ‘Sword Immortal’, those eyes which should have been rciful were filled with intense anger.
Not to ntion the other half being the Rakshasa.
"Kill!”
Different voices erged from this massive presence.
Two enormous palms struck down.
The ‘Knife Monarch’ and ‘Sword Immortal’ burst into laughter.
Then, blade and sword were drawn simultaneously.
In the flash of blades and shadows, sword and blade united, unleashing unprecedented power.
Instantly!
The enormous figure was split apart!
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