Bi Tong'er sensed an imposing presence erging from the swirling mist; her black hair flew backward as she lowered her head to look at the mountain path, only to find that the Western Regions Royal Family, who had just displayed considerable skill, had fallen to the ground like puppets, unable to move, but seemingly unhard.
Before the Western Regions Royal Family, Wang Anfeng's figure slowly dissipated.
Dongfang Ningxin spoke again: "Another piece of advice, Bi Tong'er."
"Not all Grandmasters in the world are just as good at poisoning as the old teacher."
Bi Tong'er's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she whipped her head around.
Wang Anfeng, dressed in a blue shirt and carrying a sword box, stood behind them, his expression indifferent.
Behind him, fragnts that had previously wreaked havoc hovered in the air, occasionally flashing with lightning.
Bi Tong'er's heart couldn't help but race twice; she then smiled faintly, a charming smile, and said: "The dignified Master of Divine Martial actually eavesdropping on the conversation between us two little ladies, how embarrassing!"
Yet, internally, she was deeply shaken, unsure of when Wang Anfeng had appeared, how much of their conversation he had heard. Wang Anfeng glanced at her, opting not to speak to Dongfang Ningxin, so as not to expose their previous sche against Bi Tong'er.
He simply stated on his own:
"I have a ntor who doesn't enjoy exaggerating or being flashy, straightforward and direct."
"Taoist Sect swordsmanship is very formidable, but ultimately, it relies on a Martial Artist's undissipated Qi chanism; whether wielding swords or not makes little difference. These seven or eight hundred fragnts, once controlled, are even harder to hit, and their power is comparable, all with sharp edges, making wounds harder to heal."
"I can only control thirty swords, but these fragnts bear no burden."
The swirling iron pieces suddenly halted, their twisted yet still razor-sharp edges collectively pointing at Bi Tong'er's clear eyes, as if ready to shoot forth with a flick of Wang Anfeng's finger.
Seven hundred fragnts, equivalent to wielding seven hundred swords.
The Sword Qi roared like thunder.
Bi Tong'er's heart nearly stopped.
Yet Wang Anfeng's words were greatly exaggerated; these fragnts could likely be knocked down by a Fifth Rank Jianghu Martial Artist, but Bi Tong'er lacked martial arts talent, rely a pseudo Sixth Rank; if she were truly hit, she wouldn't escape a fate of dying without a burial place.
After several breaths, Bi Tong'er's smile slightly diminished, turning serious, she softly said:
"Qunxing Pavilion disciples are already treating those poisoned at the First Estate."
"Qunxing Pavilion does not wish to beco enemies with the First Estate."
Wang Anfeng's lips curled slightly.
Behind him, the seven hundred 'Flying Swords' dropped simultaneously, embedding into the mountain rock.
The nacing Sword Intent dissipated.
Suddenly, thunderous sounds rolled across the sky again, yet no lightning was visible, only the range within hundreds of miles belonging to the First Estate, gradually stirred by wind, while the clouds and mist hung lower, continuously swirling. Bi Tong'er reached out with her slender hands, as threads of mist, like silkworms spinning silk, brushed through her fingers, gleaming brightly.
Actually, to consider it carefully, Bi Tong'er had been standing beside the First Estate early on, laughing:
"I never expected there would be thunderous skies in these few days."
"Only hearing thunder without seeing lightning, and there's no trace of moisture between heaven and earth, it's so-called dry thunder."
From a distance, Wang Anfeng looked at the highest point of the First Estate and said: "It's not thunder."
Bi Tong'er was slightly taken aback, tilting her head, and Dongfang Ningxin also looked toward Wang Anfeng.
Wang Anfeng replied tersely: "It's Palm Power."
Palm Power?
Bi Tong'er was startled, her pupils constricted, then she recalled she had already placed her bets on the Central Plains Jianghu, her tense body relaxed again. She raised her head, pushed her damp bangs aside, and watched the horizon with eyes filled with flowing light, quiet for a long ti.
Palm Power at the horizon, like thunder, extended for three thousand eight hundred feet.
Below the mountain, three heavily injured Sword Elders finally managed to assemble a Sword Array with the disciples and so vigilant Jianghu people, densely packed Sword Qi ford a protective shell like a turtle with spikes, barely sustaining themselves, avoiding death.
Just when it seed unbearable, those two Western Regions bandits suddenly abandoned them and turned back up the mountain.
After a while, Palm Power exploded at the horizon, the clouds and mist hung low, a vast phenonon enveloped the First Estate's area, Jianghu people and newly joined First Estate disciples, who had never seen such scenes, were montarily confused, not knowing what had occurred.
The three severely wounded Sword Elders were elated, even crying with joy, their eyes slightly red, looking towards the direction of the low-hanging clouds, murmuring:
"It's the Manor Master, the Manor Master!"
"The Manor Master has returned!"
One elder, eyes bright with vigor, clutched his chest, laughed several tis, but couldn't help but cough blood, nearly tumbling backwards onto the ground, surrounded by disciples, he waved his hands repeatedly, eyes shining, looked around with a robust spirit, raised his steel sword, and pointed at the First Estate now in the sky, loudly declaring:
"Our First Estate Manor Master has arrived!"
"There is no fear, heroes, will you join us in ascending the mountain!"
Surrounding them were not only First Estate disciples, but also Jianghu people who had luckily evaded harm, Western Regions Qunxing Pavilion disciples included. Qunxing Pavilion's old master, in his youth, had road the Central Plains, gaining the reputation of first in dicine and poison techniques. His disciples were all elite, and were placed at the First Estate by Bi Tong'er, adept at gambling.
Those Jianghu people were rely affected by knockout drugs, considered minor enough for disciples from the world's foremost Poison Technique Sect to easily resolve, akin to freeing a seven-year-old child. Those Jianghu people cured of poison took up weapons, upon hearing the elder's loud call, whether hundreds or thousands, responded in unison with a thunderous roar.
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