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Ouyang Feng staggered to the ground, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he forced back a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at Shen Mo, the frenzied hatred in his bloodshot eyes receding, replaced by a feeling of horror and bewilderment that surfaced for the first time.

How is that possible?!

His Toad Style Kung Fu has dominated the world for decades. Apart from a limited number of people, who can directly confront him?

But this young Taoist priest in front of him simply shattered his proud skill with a single palm strike!

Inside the inn, there was a deathly silence.

Wang Chuyi and the others had just broken free from the terrifying pressure of the Toad Style Kung Fu when they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Ouyang Feng, one of the Five Greats, was actually defeated head-on in a single exchange and suffered a great loss!

Wang Chuyi's heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

He thought he had overestimated his junior brother Xuanmo, but now he realized that what he saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

This is no longer a matter of who has better martial arts skills.

This is utter domination. It's absolute suppression on a completely different level!

For the first time, Huang Rong's pretty face lost all its liveliness and cunning, leaving only pure blankness.

Her usually sharp and perceptive mind completely stopped functioning at that moment.

Only one thought remained in his mind, swirling and becoming clearer: This Taoist's martial arts skills... are even higher than his father's?

How much higher?

She couldn't figure it out.

Because she had never seen her father so casually defeat another of the Five Greats with a single palm strike.

Dignity was crushed, hatred was replaced by fear, and ultimately fermented into extreme madness.

Ouyang Feng has completely gone mad!

He no longer focused on the contest of skill, and let out a shrill, inhuman whistle from deep within his throat.

"I want you dead!"

His body suddenly twisted, becoming incredibly bizarre, no longer displaying the demeanor of a martial arts master, but instead resembling a real venomous snake.

His hands transformed into two colorful snake shadows, coiling around Shen Mo's major acupoints from a cunning and vicious angle.

Snake Fist!

This is not the end.

As he unleashed his fist technique, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a thick, multicolored poisonous mist burst forth from it, heading straight for Shen Mo's face!

This is no ordinary poison.

This is his natal poison, the Divine Transformation Poison, which he spent ten years refining using the secret techniques of White Camel Mountain, his own blood essence, and hundreds of rare poisons from all over the world!

This poison is formless and intangible, yet it is extremely potent. Contact with it is fatal, and even metal can be instantly melted into a puddle of pus.

This is his trump card, which he has never shown to anyone easily.

Faced with this deadly poison that would make any grandmaster retreat, Shen Mo didn't even bother to use his internal energy to resist it.

He just stood there quietly.

Three feet away from him, a layer of silvery aura, almost invisible to the naked eye, flowed naturally.

The colorful poisonous fog appeared the moment it approached this area.

"Hiss—hiss—"

Like boiling oil poured onto ice and snow, it produced a series of teeth-grinding soft sounds.

The domineering and incomparable Divine Transformation Miasma couldn't even get a sliver near Shen Mo's clothes before it evaporated into nothingness, vanishing into the purest void.

Invulnerable to all laws, impervious to all poisons!

His innate true qi protecting his body had already made him invincible.

Shen Mo calmly looked at Ouyang Feng, who seemed to have gone mad, and spoke softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible hammer blow that slammed into Ouyang Feng's heart.

"Your poison is too weak."

boom!

For a master whose expertise in "poison" is unparalleled, these words are more painful than death.

It is more cruel than any humiliation.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Aaaaaahh ...

He roared fiercely, his reason completely destroyed, and frantically poured all his power into the snake staff he had carried for many years.

The dark brown snake staff, with the eyes of two snakes at its head, glowed with an eerie red light.

He merged with the serpent staff, transforming into a black lightning bolt that tore through the air, and with all his might, aimed straight for Shen Mo's heart.

This was his final, desperate gamble, a gamble with his life and everything!

Shen Mo casually swung the ancient sword "Qinghong" upwards in his hand.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple upward slash.

A thin layer of silvery luster covered the ancient sword blade.

That was the primordial true energy refined to its ultimate form.

"clang--!"

A crisp, metallic snapping sound echoed throughout the inn.

That snake staff, forged from ten-thousand-year-old deep-sea black iron, was indestructible and accompanied Ouyang Feng throughout his decades of adventures in the martial world.

Before the sword blade brimming with silver true energy, it was as fragile as rotten wood.

He was cleaved in two by a single sword strike!

Ouyang Feng's movements suddenly froze.

The sword's momentum continued.

The sword's edge traced a poignant yet cruel arc, easily tearing through the protective aura he had hastily erected.

puff!

The sword's edge left a horrific, deep wound on his chest, exposing the bone.

Fresh blood gushed out.

What made him even more desperate was that a pure and sharp silver energy entered through the wound and was frantically destroying his meridians.

He couldn't even stop the bleeding by using his internal energy!

excruciating pain.

And an unprecedented, soul-devouring fear instantly gripped Ouyang Feng's heart.

He finally understood.

He finally understood!

The person in front of me is not a martial arts master at all.

This is a monster!

A monster that has surpassed the level of the "Five Greats" and reached the legendary realm of "Land Immortal"!

run!

Must run!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed all dignity and hatred at that moment.

Ouyang Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of his vital essence.

The blood exploded in the air, turning into a thick cloud of blood mist.

Using this power, he unleashed the White Camel Mountain lineage's most treasured life-saving technique—the Reverse Blood Escape Technique!

Burn your life for ultimate speed!

His figure instantly transformed into a blurry blood shadow, advancing instead of retreating, crashing through the roof of the inn and fleeing madly into the dark night outside the city.

That speed was extremely fast.

In the perception of Huang Rong, Wang Chuyi, and the others, they could only see a fleeting afterimage.

Han Xiaoying, one of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, couldn't help but grip the hilt of her sword tightly, so nervous that she even held her breath.

Zhu Cong's throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't utter a single word.

However, Ouyang Feng's figure had barely darted three feet off the roof.

Shen Mo remained standing in the same spot.

He didn't even look up.

He simply raised the ancient sword "Qinghong" in his hand, the one that had severed the serpent staff.

The tip of the sword was pointed at the blood-red shadow that had just taken to the air.

The cold, ruthless words clearly reached everyone, including Ouyang Feng, who was fleeing for his life.

"I said, since you're here, stay."

Before he could finish speaking...

He gently thrust the ancient sword in his hand forward into the void.

It lacked any earth-shattering grandeur.

Only a single, dazzling sword light, seemingly capable of piercing through the eternal night, flashed by and disappeared.

The silver sword energy streaked across the night sky at a speed that exceeded the limits of everyone's eyesight.

Ouyang Feng's figure, which had just taken to the air and had not even truly begun to escape, suddenly froze.

He looked down, staring incredulously at his chest.

There, at some unknown time, a transparent, bloody hole had been pierced through.

His heart was precisely pierced by that sword energy.

"How... is this possible..."

His voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

The next moment, his lifeless body plummeted straight down from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the bluestone pavement outside the inn.

Ouyang Feng, one of the Five Greats, thus perished.

From the moment he used his escape technique to the moment he was pierced through the heart by a sword, the whole process took only a fleeting instant.

Inside the inn, everyone held their breath.

The faces of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were filled with undisguised shock and fear.

Wang Chuyi's hands were trembling.

Huang Rong's pupils contracted sharply.

They witnessed the fall of a legend.

One of the Five Greats, who had dominated the martial arts world for decades and struck fear into the hearts of countless masters, died by the sword of a young Taoist priest.

Moreover, the death was so swift and decisive, so without any suspense.

Shen Mo sheathed the ancient sword, and in his mind, the ancient mirror rippled once more.

[Slay the villain Ouyang Feng and gain 10000 Good/Evil Points]

10,000 points!

This is the highest single point of good/evil he has ever earned.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Shen Mo's eyes.

Sure enough, killing villains of the Five Great Masters level yielded far greater rewards than usual.

He turned around, looked at the crowd who were still in shock, and spoke calmly.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"We must leave the city before dawn."