While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

With a clear shout, Xie Xiaofeng soared into the sky.

Then he turned his body, head down and feet up, and the Nine Songs Sword fell, a sword beam as thick as a bucket piercing through the earth!

The ground shook, and sword energy shot out in all directions. Following the chaotic fluctuations of true energy in the air, Xie Xiaofeng spotted a flaw and seized the opportunity to advance, finding Jiang Wuque's true form in front of him.

With a single thrust, the sword split into three beams of light, blocking Jiang Wuque's retreat while simultaneously striking three major acupoints on his body.

Faced with Xie Xiaofeng's sharp offensive, Jiang Wuque did not retreat but advanced instead.

The Cold Snow Sword thrust out, sticking to one of the sword lights, and then gently guided and deflected it.

Although we cannot use their strength against them, we can still resolve the situation.

At the same time, his body suddenly twisted and turned, as if all the bones in his body had separated, allowing the second sword light to graz his clothes.

One last dish...

Jiang Wuque's eyes hardened, and he suddenly abandoned his sword, lightly striking Xie Xiaofeng's chest with a palm.

Xie Xiaofeng's heart tightened instinctively. Though startled, he remained calm and slightly deflected the Nine Songs Sword, aiming it at Jiang Wuque's left chest as well.

If Jiang Wuque hadn't changed his move, this sword would have pierced his heart before his palm strike!

However, Jiang Wuque seemed to have no regard for his life. Instead of dodging, he rushed forward even faster, allowing Xie Xiaofeng to pierce his heart with a sword!

Then, his palm landed on Xie Xiaofeng's chest.

Absolutely perfect.

Both figures froze simultaneously.

A brief, eerie silence fell over the surrounding area, followed by a low murmur from the crowd.

One sword strike for one palm strike, and both landed on the opponent's vital points!

perish together?!

Everyone was stunned.

What kind of hatred could drive a promising young talent to risk his life to drag his rival down with him?

Not only onlookers thought so, but Xie Xiaofeng also had this question.

Jiang Wuque's choice to trade his life for his own was completely unexpected.

Just as the two dying men looked at each other, two figures leaped into the arena almost simultaneously.

They each grabbed one and dodged backward.

Jiang Xiaoyu took out a strange fruit from her bosom. It was bright red, like blood, and only the size of an adult's thumb.

Without saying a word, he stuffed it directly into Jiang Wuque's mouth.

Jiang Wuque chewed quickly and swallowed.

Immediately afterwards, his pale face regained its rosy color at a visible speed, and his listless aura gradually improved.

A miraculous healing fruit!

The same thought popped into everyone's mind at the same time.

It turns out he was prepared all along; no wonder Jiang Wuque dared to fight so desperately.

"Give it to me!"

A loud, aged yet powerful shout rang out, and an elderly man in a blue robe with white cloth shoes and graying temples appeared beside Xie Xiaofeng.

At this moment, the old man in the blue robe stared intently at Jiang Xiaoyu with his fierce, hawk-like gaze.

Jiang Xiaoyu knew exactly what he wanted, but she pretended to be clueless, looking completely bewildered: "Take what? I don't understand?"

Xie Xiaofeng's life hung in the balance. The old man in the blue robe had no time to waste words with him. He flashed forward and reached out to grab Jiang Xiaoyu.

Although Jiang Wuque survived, his injuries had not fully healed, greatly reducing his combat strength, and he was no match for the old man in green.

Just as Jiang Xiaoyu was about to be captured, a green-robed man with a black veil suddenly appeared in front of him.

The old man in the blue robe remained calm and seized the opportunity to grab the man in the green robe in the chest with his claw.

However, this attack not only failed to subdue the enemy, but also caused the opponent to dissipate all of his true energy.

The man in the green robe was unharmed.

The old man in the blue robe's expression changed.

Immediately afterwards, six arms suddenly emerged from behind the green-robed man, along with the original two, and began to strike the old man in blue robes.

The old man in the blue robe only exchanged a few blows before retreating, his face clouded with gloom.

Seeing three more people dressed identically emerge from behind the man in the green robe, his heart sank to the bottom. He uttered each word slowly and deliberately, "The Four Devils of Western Hunan!"

The Four Ghosts of Xiangxi stood in a row in front of Jiang Wuque and Jiang Xiaoyu, forming an insurmountable barrier that cut off all the old man in the green robe's hopes.

The leader said, "Thank you, Your Highness. This battle was a matter of life and death. Now that the outcome is decided, the deaths and injuries are no one else's fault!"

The old man in the blue robe was Xie Xiaofeng's father, Xie Wangsun. He gritted his teeth and said, "This matter seems to have nothing to do with you gentlemen. Why are you getting involved? Besides, I don't want to break the rules, but I want a life-saving fruit."

Xie Xiaofeng was a sword prodigy, a once-in-a-century talent from the Divine Sword Manor, and the embodiment of all of Xie Wangsun's hopes. How could he just watch his son die?

But he also knew the power of the "Phantom Divine Skill" of the Four Ghosts of Western Hunan.

With the four of them working together and sharing the damage, he might not be defeated, but he wouldn't be able to take down his opponent.

If they delayed any longer, Xie Xiaofeng would be dead!

Therefore, Xie Wangsun patiently suppressed his anger and tried to persuade the four scoundrels of Xiangxi to leave.

The Four Ghosts of Xiangxi remained unmoved, and the leader did not explain, but simply said, "You can leave now. We brothers will take care of this matter."

The four scoundrels of western Hunan were unyielding and clearly intended to oppose him, which enraged Xie Wangsun.

Just then, a weak voice whispered, "Why...why?"

Following the sound (Good King Zhao), they saw Xie Xiaofeng, who was leaning on the Nine Songs Sword and struggling to stand.

At this moment, he was no longer the spirited man he once was; his long hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot.

He stared wide-eyed at Jiang Wuque opposite him, his face still showing confusion.

In fact, after exchanging more than ten blows with Jiang Wuque, he judged that today's battle would most likely end in a draw. However, Jiang Wuque was willing to pay such a high price to kill him.

This left Xie Xiaofeng completely baffled.

If I remember correctly, he and the other party didn't have any irreconcilable hatred at all.

Jiang Wuque focused on healing his injuries and did not reply.

Jiang Xiaoyu, who was standing to the side, said, "Good question! Xie Xiaofeng, even if you hadn't asked, I would still have told you the answer to this question."

Xie Xiaofeng remained silent.

His heart meridian has broken, and he is on his last breath.

On his deathbed, all he wanted was to be a wise man.

214 The Death of Xie Xiaofeng: A Trouble Caused by Romanticism

Jiang Xiaoyu's gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, and she said loudly, "Xie Xiaofeng, do you remember how you took advantage of a woman two years ago and then abandoned her?"

Beginning with chaos and finally giving up?

So... this is an old flame sending someone to collect a debt?

Everyone speculated about what was going on, but no one spoke up; they all watched quietly as things unfolded.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaofeng was taken aback at first, then his brows furrowed slowly, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Wuque's anger flared up. He disregarded his injuries and shouted, "It's only been two years! Have you forgotten already? Or do you just not want to admit it?!"

Xie Xiaofeng clutched his chest, his pale face contorted with pain. He forced himself to stay upright, but remained silent.

Jiang Wuque was even angrier and was about to scold him again, but Jiang Xiaoyu stopped him.

The latter looked at Xie Xiaofeng, a thought flashing through his mind, and tentatively asked, "Hey Xie, you don't have too many women you've wronged, do you? Don't you know who we're talking about?"

Xie Xiaofeng pursed his lips, his voice a little dry: "Who is she?"

"Wow, it seems I was right after all!"

Jiang Xiaoyu sneered, intending to say a few more sarcastic remarks, but seeing Xie Xiaofeng's life hanging by a thread, she dared not delay any longer.

In front of everyone, he revealed the whole story: "Xie Xiaofeng, you and Ren Tianxing were old acquaintances. Two years ago, when you visited the Ren family, you met Mrs. Ren."

"You saw that Madam Ren was beautiful, so you harbored evil intentions, forgot your friendship, went up to seduce her, and committed adultery with her!"

"After that, in order to seize Madam Ren, you killed Ren Tianxing despite Madam Ren's objections."

"Madam Ren was filled with remorse and shame and wanted to end her own life, but you stopped her and then took her hostage for a month."

"And a month later, you walked away without a second thought, discarding her like trash."

"You haven't forgotten all the good deeds you've done, have you?!"

Jiang Xiaoyu spoke sternly and loudly, each word like a hammer striking Xie Xiaofeng's heart.

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes glazed over for a moment, then a look of realization dawned on him.

It turned out to be her.