Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 413 Struggle for Supremacy in the Western Regions
Having not seen him for over a decade, the still-living father, influenced by "mad blood," rushed towards them in a frenzy.

Nie Feng felt helpless and thought to himself, "Father seems to have mistaken me for Ding An." With that thought, he tossed Xueyin back into its sheath.

With his hands behind his back, he shifted his feet slightly and gently dodged Nie Renwang's iron fist.

Nie Renwang roared incessantly, throwing wild punches that sent gusts of wind through the surrounding rock walls, causing them to rumble and crash.

Nie Feng was worried that he would damage the "Six Secrets of Aohan" sword manual, so he immediately kicked out to stop him. But before the thought even formed, his right foot was already there, striking Nie Renwang's "Yutang" acupoint precisely.

This kick rose and fell without a trace, like a gentle breeze, only felt upon touching the body.

Not only did Nie Renwang's expression change drastically, but he also looked completely bewildered.

Even Duan Shuai, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

"How come this person's martial arts have changed so much? Last time, his fist technique was unparalleled and his fire power was overwhelming, but his leg technique was obviously weak."

"This time, when we meet again, his steps are slow and steady, yet light and agile. He seems no different from an ordinary person, but in reality, his leg techniques are superb!"

"Strange, so very strange!"

In the field.

Nie Renwang shouted, "What? Instead of using your iron fist, you lightly kicked me a couple of times to humiliate me?"

Nie Feng shook his head and said, "Father, I really am Feng'er."

"Hmph, I don't have a son as shameless as you!"

Last time, Nie Renwang mistook Ding'an for Nie Feng. After returning, he was scorched by flames all over his body, suffering unbearable pain, and was still being blamed by Duan Shuai.

He was hot-tempered and, having suffered such a humiliating defeat, he truly wished he could tear Ding'an apart. Now that he saw that Ding'an still dared to humiliate him, he immediately roared and slashed down with a palm strike.

Seeing this, Nie Feng unleashed several more kicks, aiming them at Nie Renwang.

These legs are incredibly fast, moving without any apparent path, as if they appeared out of thin air.

Although Nie Renwang was prepared, he could not block, dodge, or neutralize this unexpected kick. With several loud "bangs," his heart was struck as if by lightning, and it felt as if his internal organs had been shattered.

Despite this setback, Nie Renwang was a master after all, and he managed to stand up after swaying a few times.

Seeing this, Nie Feng sighed and suddenly kicked him high in the jaw.

This move, like a Taekwondo routine, was extremely flashy and expansive, yet it also violated a major taboo.

Nie Renwang only needs to place his fist against his waist and strike casually to wipe out the Nie family line.
Yes, no offspring.

However, Nie Feng at this moment is far different from the one in the original story. He was greatly shocked by the duel between Ren Shaoyang and Wuming, and his martial arts level also improved significantly.

Now that he has consumed the Blood Bodhi, Nie Family Mad Blood can be controlled at will, transforming into unparalleled divine power that is channeled into the "Wind God Leg" technique.

Therefore, Nie Renwang had no time to react. His toes barely touched the man's chin before kicking him so hard that he staggered to the ground!
"stop!"

Seeing that Nie Renwang was at a disadvantage, Duan Shuai pointed his sword and rushed in, wanting to close the distance and fight.

Unexpectedly, upon contact with the sword energy, he suddenly felt that his opponent's entire body was completely pierced through. Nie Feng had indeed vanished from the spot as if transformed into a gentle breeze.

Just then, Bian suddenly saw Nie Feng descend from mid-air, his leg moving with lightning speed, kicking straight down.

"Uncle Duan, I'm so sorry!"

Upon hearing that familiar address, Duan Shuai was startled and exclaimed in surprise, "You, you really are—" Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a muffled groan and was kicked to the ground!
Duan Shuai suddenly stood up, coughed, and shouted, "Feng'er, even if you really are Brother Nie's son, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

"Hmph, this unfilial son's kick was so ruthless, he must have learned it from that scoundrel who came back last time!" Nie Renwang interjected, his eyes had regained their clarity, but he was still indignant.

Nie Feng's eye twitched, and he thought to himself, "Father, are you a woodcutter or a fortune teller?"
-
In the frigid far north, the wind and snow howl endlessly through the sky.

The boundless and desolate snowfield was deserted, with only swirling snow mist, evoking an extreme sense of bleakness.

This place is a vast expanse of white snow, with only one towering cliff reaching into the clouds, surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the sky and clouds stretching to the horizon.

The wind and snow howled, sharp as swords.

Logically speaking, this should be a desolate place where not a blade of grass grows and no human footprints are ever seen.

But then a wondrous sight appeared: atop the precipice stood a massive gate, reaching into the sea of ​​clouds and backed by the cliff, like a gateway between the human world and the heavens.

Legend has it that if a mortal can climb the precipice, knock on the gates of heaven, and move the heavens, then any wish can be granted. Unfortunately, in reality, those who venture there often never return.

Now that the gates have been suddenly opened, the sea breeze blowing in seems even more desolate.

A beautiful woman dressed in a pale yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and with her hair styled in a high bun walked gracefully into the room.

It was none other than the woman who had met Ren Shaoyang once on the riverbank!

She strolled leisurely across the icy slide, then took a boat and meandered along the waterway for several miles before seeing an ice cave ahead that could accommodate several people.

After navigating the maze-like ice path, the view suddenly opened up before us.

Then a magnificent ice palace suddenly appeared before them, its walls, pillars, and floor all carved from black ice.

The dome is crystal clear, and the sunlight shines down, casting dappled shadows, giving people a sense of magnificent grandeur and clarity.

Suddenly, a sigh came from the main hall, and a hoarse voice drifted over: "Luo Xian, you've arrived."

The woman knelt on the ground and respectfully said, "Master!"

Then she saw a figure formed of ice crystals sitting on a spacious ice throne, one hand resting on his chin, staring at her intently.

Logically speaking, a person made of ice should not be able to come back to life, or even breathe.

But this "person" was different. He slightly opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, instantly filling the entire hall with a biting wind and swirling icy mist. Then, he inhaled again, and the cold wind abruptly stopped, and the temperature strangely rose.

Thus, one's breath turns into clouds, and one's breath restores vitality, just like an immortal being in the world.

This person is called Indra, an immortal who has lived for two thousand years and is also the master of the Heavenly Gate.

"You saw the Sword God?"

Luo Xian respectfully replied, "Reporting to Master, I have seen him."

Indra said calmly, "How is the person?"

Luo Xian paused slightly, her gaze unfocused, as if recalling the scene of her encounter with the white-robed man, before saying, "Extraordinary talent and elegant demeanor."

Indra coldly asked, "And what about his heart?"

"Extremely arrogant and aloof, if it weren't for Ren Hongxiu and Li Ding'an holding him back, I'm afraid..."

Luo Xian paused here, not daring to continue.

"Speak," Indra said, leaning forward with a faint smile. "I want to hear it."

Luo Xian took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, and said in a slightly hurried tone, enunciating each word clearly: "The Sword God has the demeanor of a master, and I'm afraid he will become the second master!"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent.

"Ha, to receive such high praise from the Goddess." Emperor Shitian leaned back strategically, uttering a startling remark, "Sword God Ren, not bad at all."

"Master, Ren Hongxiu and Li Ding'an have headed north, splitting up with Ren Shaoyang. Should we target this person?"

"No need!"

Indra sneered: "One must eat one bite at a time. We are all in this together now, so there's no need to serve two tables of guests."

Wow!

Indra slowly rose, ice blocks falling away to reveal his ethereal, otherworldly figure, with silver hair and a yellow robe. He was a very charismatic man, with striking eyebrows and a composed, elegant demeanor, as if he were truly a celestial being descended to the mortal realm.

"Luo Xian, Ren Shaoyang and Wuming are on good terms. Although there are many experts in Tianmen today, none of them are a match for the two of them."

"After watching Xiong Ba's grand show, I will take action and play with them for a while!"

Luo Xian hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master, I'm afraid the three fiends are growing too fast."

"Shut up!" Di Shitian snorted coldly.

Luo Xian was so frightened that she immediately prostrated herself on the ground, her back covered in sweat, her head buried tightly in the ice bricks, not daring to utter another word.

"The will of this God is not open to questioning."

"Luo Xian, I understand!"

Indra lazily sat back down and waved his hand: "You are my dearest disciple. This is a one-time exception. Go and accept your punishment."

"Yes, Master!"

Luo Xian dared not speak again, and slowly left the main hall while kneeling.

"Sword God."

Indra tapped his fingers lightly on the throne, making a clicking sound.

"It's strange that Wu Wudi, that madman, didn't go looking for him in the World Society! But it's good, we can slowly play this card."
-
With lush grass and soaring birds, and a vast, open sky, this is a small border town in the far west.

Inside the tea house, merchants from all over the country gathered. Listening to the shouts and calls, some were clearly from western Guizhou, some from Sichuan, and some from Lingnan.

It was bustling with people coming and going.

Upon closer inquiry, it was discovered that most of them were from the far west, engaging in trade with the Blue Moon Sect, dealing in medicinal herbs, gemstones, and spices.

If you ask about the Blue Moon Sect, it is the overlord of the Western Regions. Its status is as important as that of the World Society in the Central Plains. Whether it is wealth, material resources, or military strength, it is the best in the Western Regions.

At this moment, they lie dormant in the Western Regions, just like the Qin Dynasty in the past, waiting for the right time to sweep across the world.

At this moment, the storyteller slammed his gavel and began to speak eloquently: "Continuing from the last time, let's talk about the frequent major events in the martial arts world, which can be said to have caused a sensation in the martial arts world and alarmed all sects."

"First, Bu Jingyun stormed into the Prince of Heroes' Mansion alone, forcibly seized the Ice Soul, and killed his entire family."

"Later, the Sword Saint's sword strike astonished gods and ghosts, displaying unparalleled brilliance."

"Furthermore, the powerful and domineering Fengxi Village was defeated and extorted by the three villains for more than 100,000 taels of gold and silver."

The owner of the teahouse next door brought over a pot of hot tea. The storyteller picked up the teacup, took two sips, and with a whoosh, opened his folding fan. His old face flushed slightly, and he looked refreshed, continuing his story:
"The sea turtle once bullied the frog in the well, while the roc spreads its wings and soars to the ends of the earth. There is always someone stronger than you, so don't be arrogant and boastful in front of others."

"it is good!"

The people in the teahouse naturally cheered.

Especially near the gate, the loudest shouts came from a man in a black robe and a pretty young girl.

The storyteller continued recounting the Battle of Fengxi Village, with a particular focus on how the three villains went to the Tianxia Society to extort money.

The story was full of twists and turns, and incredibly funny.

Ding'an chuckled and said, "Little beggar, how come the three of us sound so funny to him?"

Hongxiu popped a soybean into her mouth, crunching it loudly: "The three of us are just clowns."

"Haha, that's true," Ding An laughed, then changed the subject, "I wonder how the cripple is doing."

Hongxiu sighed, "You don't need to worry about him. The cripple can turn invisible, runs fast, and is as tough as a copper pea. When has he ever suffered a loss?" She rolled her eyes, "Let's take care of our own business first."

Ding An pursed his lips, looking worried, and said, "This godforsaken place is really hard to find."

Hongxiu retorted, "What do you mean 'hard to find'? You're clearly terrible with directions!"

Ding'an's nostrils flared, his lips pursed, and his brows furrowed; he dared not resist in the slightest.

Hongxiu held the teacup, took a big gulp, smacked her lips, and waved to Ding'an, saying, "With a broken hand, you might as well spin around a few times, point in any direction, and we'll walk together. Maybe it'll have a miraculous effect."

Ding An shook his head and said, "No way, I tried it last time and almost fell into the latrine!"

Hongxiu exclaimed in surprise, "You didn't pass either?"

“No, no!” Ding’an shook his head repeatedly. “There’s something strange about this place. I felt something was wrong as soon as I arrived.”

Hongxiu frowned, then took a sip of tea with a gloomy face. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Don't worry about the severed hand. I have a rough idea of ​​what happened."

Ding'an's eyes lit up with hope, and he asked, "What happened?"

"Looking around the world, there are very few people who can influence you without you even realizing it. You should know that even a powerful and domineering destiny can only match your strong luck at best."

Ding An nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

Hongxiu slowly said, "After thinking it over, I believe that only the old turtle who obtained the dragon turtle's essence and has lived the longest is most likely to make a move!"

Ding'an cried out "Ouch!" and jumped up, exclaiming, "That's right! Of course he wouldn't want to take the tortoise shell!"

Even so, Ding'an sat down like a deflated balloon: "But this person seems very powerful; he's really going to kill us."

Hongxiu waved her hand and laughed, "Don't worry, even if this old tortoise is unwilling, he wouldn't dare to attack you or me casually. After all, you are God's favorite child!"

Before the words were finished, they heard—

Hola-la-la!
Thunder rumbled outside the door, and a strong wind blew. The once clear daylight was suddenly filled with thick, leaden clouds, as if a storm was about to break.

Ding'an and the little beggar shrank back, looked at each other, and stared at each other with wide eyes.

Just then, a creak was heard and the door swung open.

The people in the teahouse turned to look and saw a group of men in black stride in, exuding a menacing aura and remaining cold and silent.

The leader was a tall young man with a high nose, deep-set eyes, a sinister face, thin lips like a knife, and hair that was neatly combed and draped behind his back. His cold and sharp eyes swept around the room, and everyone who met his gaze felt a chill run down their spine.

Ding An frowned when he saw that the man looked strange and was not like a person from the Central Plains. Just then, the young man walked in front, revealing his beautiful figure surrounded by many men in black behind him.

It's a woman.

She was also an extremely beautiful and stunning woman.

Although you can tell she's not young, the marks of time on her don't seem like flaws, but rather the mellow aroma of aged fruit wine.

She was dressed in palace attire, her black hair styled in a high bun, and a veil covering the lower half of her face.

But Qiu Shui's pupils, like a pool of spring water, swept across the entire room, making all the men restless.

Suddenly, everything in sight became still.

The woman and Ding'an locked eyes.

With just one glance, both sides felt a jolt in their hearts, and if there hadn't been other people present, they would have almost shouted out immediately!

Ding An's pupils constricted: "My God!"

The woman's pupils dilated: "He...he looks so familiar!"
-
P.S.: That's all.

Next, we need to organize the outline and connect the dots.

Finally, I implore all my godfathers to vote for me with your monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)