CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 57: CHANGSHENG CASTLE WEEPS BLOOD—WHO CAN TURN THE TIDE?

In an instant, the duel between Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting abruptly escalated to a fever pitch, like two brilliant stars fiercely colliding in the Martial Arts sky, drawing the attention of everyone around. Liu Yanran’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to his beloved daughter Liu Tingting, her mind worried about her safety, completely oblivious to Shi Feiyang taking the opportunity to pull Gong Simeng away, slipping quietly through the crowd like two nimble fish.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing’s Longevity Swordsmanship and Liu Tingting’s Divine Water Swordsmanship entwined like two dragons coiling and battling in the air, emanating dazzling light, akin to lightning under the scorching sun, making it hard for onlookers to gaze directly. Every clash of the blades sparked a crackling sound, seemingly igniting a series of splendid fireworks, the leaping sparks silently narrating the heart-stopping nature of this duel.

Their eyes were like two sharp daggers, intensely interwoven, full of deep-seated hostility.

Lin Wanqing’s Longevity Swordsmanship, as spirited as a mountain spring and as graceful as clouds in the sky, brimmed with the vitality of life in every move, as if choreographing a dance of life. Now, she deployed the "Vibrant Life" technique, her long sword like a sprouting bud in spring, thrusting with boundless vitality straight at Liu Tingting’s throat, the tip seemingly slicing through the surrounding air.

Meanwhile, Liu Tingting’s Divine Water Swordsmanship surged like the mighty river, ceaseless and overwhelming, each sword stroke brimming with cataclysmic force. At this moment, she unleashed the "Raging Waves," her long sword sweeping as though raising a thousand-layered tidal wave, surging toward Lin Wanqing, seemingly ready to engulf everything in a sea of swords.

In their fierce engagement, they dodged and leaped, their forms swift as lightning, sword light flowing like water, and Sword Qi whistling like a biting cold wind, the "clang, clang" sound of blades never-ceasing, each crossing of the sword tips making hearts leap into throats.

For the next moment, someone may well see blood spill and life fade away.

Lin Wanqing and Liu Tingting’s faces were etched with determination, their gazes as cold as the moon on a winter night, devoid of warmth.

Their sword moves became faster and increasingly vicious, the air filled with the howling of Sword Qi, each friction of blades emitting an ear-piercing "zzzz" sound, like the whispers of a demon, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Inside Changsheng Castle, Martial Arts practitioners and Divine Water Palace samurai engaged in intense combat, the surrounding air stirred by invisible forces, scorchingly hot, exuding a burnt scent. Sand and stones, stirred by Sword Qi and blade winds, shot in all directions like arrows off a string, akin to deadly hidden weapons, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, leaving deep marks on trees and rocks wherever they passed.

Blood splattered everywhere, droplets tracing beautiful, tragic arcs in the air, like a life’s final reverberation; severed limbs and broken bodies flew, the whole battlefield resembling a bloody canvas, too harrowing to gaze upon, filling hearts with fear and shock.

Lin Wanqing’s body technique was as light as a ghost in the night, elusive and hard to grasp.

Her every move seemed a dance in the wind, yet secretly harbored lethal intent, each maneuver filled with endless variations, dazzling the eyes. Though she was still young, her Inner Strength was as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless dark pool, making it hard to measure.

Liu Tingting, on the other hand, was as steady as Mount Tai, her feet rooted firmly.

Every form of her Divine Water Swordsmanship was steady and powerful, like the toll of a great bell, each stroke carrying immense force.

Suddenly, Lin Wanqing let out a soft shout, her form rising like a black lightning bolt, her long sword glinting with cold light under the fire, like a meteor darting straight at Liu Tingting’s vitals. At this sight, Liu Tingting’s mouth curled slightly, a disdainful cold snort escaping, as if squeezed out from between her teeth, full of contempt. Then, with a flick of her wrist, her long sword swept across.

"Clang, clang!" The crisp, sonorous sound of metal striking metal resounded.

The two engaged each other in dozens of moves in an instant, the sword light weaving tightly, impermeable, allowing only glimpses of flickering shadows moving rapidly.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, holding Gong Simeng’s hand, had quietly reached the outskirts of Changsheng Castle, hidden in the shadows.

They quickly assessed the battlefield situation. Inside and outside Changsheng Castle, the sounds of slaughter were earth-shaking, smoke billowing, Martial Arts practitioners and Divine Water Palace forces entangled in chaotic battle, the glint of blades and swords flashing, blood staining the ground red.

The Martial Arts practitioners, though resisting with all their might, gradually fell into a disadvantage, the forces of Divine Water Palace surging like a tide, continuously breaking their defenses.

Witnessing this scene, Shi Feiyang whispered to Gong Simeng, "Now, Liu Yanran is worried about her daughter Liu Tingting’s safety, you hide, and I will go kill the enemy!" Just as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, his aura changing abruptly, formidable Inner Strength spreading out from him like a surging storm. The surrounding air, drawn by this Inner Strength, emitted a "buzzing" sound, dust rising from the ground, forming a small dust storm.

Shi Feiyang’s figure expanded and vanished like a black phantom.

When Shi Feiyang executed the "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens" — the deadly move from Divine Dragon Claw — his figure blurred, moving so fast it was almost impossible for the naked eye to track. As he darted amongst the Divine Water Palace ranks, it seemed as if an invisible divine dragon flew, raising a sharp whistle — the sound of air being torn apart.

Shi Feiyang’s hands were like dragon claws forged from steel, each swing carrying the power to split mountains and break rocks.

His movements were swift and decisive, with no excess motions, wherever his dragon claws reached, Divine Water Palace members either had their throats torn, blood gushing forth like a fountain, drawing ghastly lines in the air; or had their necks twisted, heads drooping powerlessly, bodies collapsing like puppets with snapped strings; or had shoulder blades shattered, arms dangling limply, accompanied by the "crack" of breaking bones, chilling to the bone; or had their ribcages fractured, chests caved in, as if hit by a heavy hammer, instantly losing their resistance; or had their abdomens torn open, intestines exposed, writhing painfully on the ground, emitting horrendous screams, the scene unbearable to witness.