In the courtyard, the lightning dispersed.

    Wang Anfeng couldn''t help but cough up fresh blood, his face increasingly pale. His shoulder, already injured from the previous night''s exploration of Zhao''s mansion, finally gave way under this sword strike.

    The blade pierced into his body, then was violently withdrawn.

    Blood flowed down from the wound.

    Zhao Zhengyong stepped back half a step with his sword, appearing cautious. Only when he saw that Wang Anfeng''s breath had gradually weakened did he allow himself to relax slightly, glancing around only to find that Xiong Ying was dead, and another martial artist of Middle Third Rank had sustained severe injuries from a counterattack.

    Wang Anfeng had been through numerous battles, and his breath was no longer as sharp as before.

    Looking around this courtyard, surprisingly, there was no martial artist stronger than himself.

    The rage in Zhao Zhengyong''s heart gradually began to fade, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. After losing all despair, a kind of confidence and composure, that sense of grasping the overall situation, rose in his heart. He glanced at Wang Anfeng and took a step to block in front of Wang Anfeng, and seeing the hastily blocking Tan Yurou, he suddenly burst out laughing, saying,

    "Ultimately..."

    "The victor is indeed me, the victor... is indeed me..."

    Though his voice held joy, it was also filled with confusion and hatred. He raised his longsword, feinting toward Wang Anfeng''s throat, but Tan Yurou suddenly stood in front of Wang Anfeng. Zhao Zhengyong, though knowing this beautiful girl in front of him actually had no martial arts prowess, paradoxically felt a chill in his heart, his sword pausing involuntarily.

    Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, reached out, and grabbed Tan Yurou, saying,

    "Go to the back."

    At this moment, he had not completely lost his fighting ability. How could he allow a frail woman to stand in front of him? Tan Yurou looked back at him, pursed her lips, and spoke in a soft voice, melodiously saying,

    "Then, please be careful, young warrior..."

    As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to be retreating backward but bumped directly into Wang Anfeng. He, not willing to accidentally injure her with his inner strength, almost subconsciously stepped back half a step to dispel his own force, but who would have thought Tan Yurou would suddenly step forward at that moment, moving incredibly fast.

    In her right palm, a delicate dagger slid out, stabbing toward Zhao Zhengyong.

    Zhao Zhengyong''s heart trembled suddenly. Even though he himself was loath to admit it, every event that had unfolded this night filled him with dread towards this young girl. He hastily retreated three steps, his sword rising to meet the dagger.

    A clear ringing sound.

    Tan Yurou''s dagger had no force behind it and was directly knocked away, while Zhao Zhengyong''s sword, almost instinctively, drew an arc aimed at the young girl''s throat.

    Behind her, Wang Anfeng reached out, but the penetrating injury at his shoulder caused his movement to stiffen involuntarily, his fingertips only brushing above the girl''s black hair, his pupils suddenly contracting.

    Tan Yurou''s eyes were very calm.

    Calmly watching the approaching blade.

    In this plot, the only solution lay with her.

    As long as she perished, what remained was merely a conflict between two Jianghu forces. Wang Anfeng had no reason to stay here and face death. With the young man''s demonstrated prowess in his fight with Xiong Ying, if he chose to leave on his own, Zhao Zhengyong, given his capabilities, would definitely not be able to stop him.

    Tan Yurou''s eyes flickered, she silently spoke.

    Sorry, young warrior...

    This is my last time deceiving you.

    The sword light was fierce, about to penetrate her.

    Just at that moment, Zhao Zhengyong suddenly sensed an overwhelming aura of coldness surge in his heart, startled, he didn''t dare to press his attack, swiftly dodging to the side, but he had just stepped out half a step when his left shoulder shattered, his face turning white involuntarily.

    A spear appeared in the courtyard.

    Above the spear blade, the tassel fluttered.

    Fiery as fire.

    The spear suddenly froze in the air, then flung out infinite cold radiance, the tassel wildly dancing, scattering a sea of fierce flames, instantly attacking Zhao Zhengyong, who was already weakened by age and prolonged fighting, his strength now merely seventy percent of what it had been. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

    Moreover, the newcomer''s martial arts were still superior to his.

    At this moment, moreover, their killing intent was sharp.

    Under the relentless barrage of spear lights, like ceaseless autumn rain, Zhao Zhengyong found himself with only the ability to defend. The newcomer suddenly lowered their body, their knees hitting the ground as they slid forward, the spear in their hand dropping several inches. Zhao Zhengyong, caught unawares, had his palm directly penetrated by the spear tip, screamed in pain, and his blade fell to the ground.

    Simultaneously, the spear tip sharp as a fang, shot upward from below, piercing several of his major acupoints, then like a long stick, the spear handle swept up obliquely, bursting forth with tremendous force. Even as Zhao Zhengyong struggled to resist, he could not stabilize his position, and was hoisted several meters into the air, coughing out a mouthful of fresh blood. Sёar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The next instant, the long spear, like a dragon, was flung from the hand, piercing Zhao Zhengyong''s heart in a flash, the murderous Qi attached to the spear blade instantly shredding his heart.

    A once renowned Jianghu expert had not been able to mount an effective counterattack and was killed on the spot.

    Gongsun Jing exhaled a murky breath, turned around, looking at Wang Anfeng, seeing on the young man''s body, the thunder yet to completely dissipate, and in a trance, seemed to see someone else.

    He pursed his lips, not offering to bow.

    The now mature Giant Whale Gang leader, as if recollecting the brash, rash young man from memories, suddenly knelt halfway to the ground.

    Raising his right hand, he pressed it on his shoulder.

    This was the Great Qin military salute.

    He declared in a deep voice:

    "Subordinate Gongsun Jing, greets the Young Master."

    Just then, on the silent street, the sound of thundering horse hooves arose, growing ever more fierce, urgent, and bright, a black war horse leaped into the courtyard, the rider holding a war blade, dismounted swiftly, saying: