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A deep, peaceful Buddhist chant, seemingly imbued with boundless Buddhist wisdom, drifted from the direction of the Dali city wall.

The sound seemed to come from a great distance at first, but as the last word "Buddha" fell, a gray figure soared through the air like a roc, landing lightly in the arena and blocking Duan Zhengchun and the two Western Xia players.

The newcomer was dressed in an old gray monk's robe. He had a thin face, long white eyebrows, and gentle, compassionate eyes, yet he possessed the dignified and imposing air of a master.

Master Yideng! He appeared without any warning, and landed without a trace of fire.

Faced with the fierce attacks of the two Xixia players who rushed towards him, Master Yideng simply pressed his right thumb forward lightly.

There was no howling, no light.

But the two players seemed to have hit an invisible wall of air, their forward momentum abruptly halted. With a muffled groan, they staggered back seven or eight steps, their faces flushed, clearly having suffered a hidden loss.

Immediately afterwards, Master Yideng casually made a slash with his left little finger in the direction of Ye Erniang.

A gentle yet incredibly refined invisible sword aura silently emerged, arriving before the opponent and perfectly intercepting Ye Erniang's palm strike aimed silently at Gu Ducheng's back.

With a soft "pop," the sword energy easily pierced through Ye Erniang's palm. She cried out in surprise, pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and looked at Yideng with horror in her eyes.

With a simple gesture, he effortlessly defused two crises!

Wu Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Grandmaster!"

The word "pure feeling" instantly popped into his mind.

The aura of the old monk in front of him was extremely similar to that of Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of Wudang Mountain!

That was a complete transcendence of life level and martial arts realm, a gap as vast as the moon and a firefly.

What shocked Wu Feng even more was Master Yideng's casual two moves just now.

With a simple press of his thumb, Wu Feng combined his recent knowledge of One-Finger Divine Skill and Six Meridian Divine Sword with a powerful gesture.

Instantly, it was recognized as the Shaoshang Sword, the most powerful of the Six Meridian Divine Swords!

Moreover, it has reached the highest realm of returning to simplicity and authenticity, where strength is contained and not revealed.

With a flick of the little finger, the sword energy is gentle yet all-pervasive—a characteristic of the Shaochong sword! It can be wielded with ease and effortlessly.

This old monk... has mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique and has reached an incredible level of skill!

"He's been strengthened, absolutely strengthened." Wu Feng thought with a chill. "This is not the same Yideng from the original story at this stage. This strength... is definitely at the Grandmaster level, and possibly even higher."

He immediately concealed all his aura, even completely suppressing his greedy gaze as he observed and learned, for fear of attracting the slightest attention from this terrifying being.

Facing Duan Yanqing, he still had the will to fight, made an assessment, and even had the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation.

But when facing Yideng... he didn't dare to harbor even the slightest thought of hostility.

That was an instinctive awe stemming from the absolute disparity in strength.

The appearance of Master Yideng instantly turned the tide of the battle.

He didn't continue his attack, but calmly swept his gaze over Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, the Crocodile God of the South Sea, and the few Western Xia players, and slowly said, "Duan Yanqing, take your men and leave. Dali is not a place for you."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Duan Yanqing's withered face became even more gloomy and ugly.

Although he had the upper hand in his fight against the four monks, he would have to pay a considerable price to defeat or even kill them in a short period of time.

Now that Yideng has appeared, his strength is unfathomable, and today's events are beyond redemption.

He stared intently at Yideng for a moment, then gave Duan Zhengchun a cold glance, finally squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth:

"Walk!"

Before he finished speaking, he struck with his iron crutch, sending several sharp finger strikes that forced the four monks back, and then retreated rapidly.

Without hesitation, Ye Erniang and the Crocodile God of the South Sea withdrew immediately.

The Western Xia players reacted a little slower, but they immediately realized something was wrong and followed closely behind, fleeing into the depths of the forest.

Master Yideng did not pursue them, but simply clasped his hands together and sighed softly, "When will this cycle of revenge end?" He then turned to Duan Zhengchun and the others, "Let's return to the city."

Duan Zhengchun quickly bowed: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Chu Wanli and the others quickly helped the injured Zhu Danchen up, reorganized the group, and followed Master Yideng toward the gates of Dali.

The surrounding players immediately erupted in uproar and began to discuss the matter.

Some were excitedly discussing Master Yideng's incredible martial arts skills, while others regretted not seeing a more intense battle. Still others, with gleaming eyes, actually chased after Duan Yanqing and the others in the direction they had fled.

They're clearly trying to trigger a mission.

Wu Feng stood there, watching the figures of Yi Deng and the others disappear into the city gate, then glanced at the players chasing into the forest, his eyes flickering.

"Yideng...Tianlong Temple..." he muttered to himself, "With this great Buddha guarding the temple, forcibly breaking into Tianlong Temple to find the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual is suicide."

The Six Meridian Divine Sword technique that Yideng just used was too effortless and too rushed. Although Wu Feng had extraordinary comprehension, he only had time to remember some superficial aspects. He didn't have time to analyze the most core sword techniques and the subtle control of the six meridians.

"What a pity." He shook his head, but didn't seem too disappointed.

Some things cannot be forced.

If you lack the strength, rushing into a fight is tantamount to suicide.

His gaze shifted to the direction of the dense forest where Duan Yanqing and the others had disappeared, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"However... we could go take a look over there."

He couldn't defeat Yideng, and didn't even dare to think about it.

But Duan Yanqing and his gang, who were injured and fled... might have a chance.

Duan Yanqing had been entangled in a fight with the four monks for a long time, and had also taken a direct hit from Yideng's Shaoshang Sword Qi attack, so he must have been injured.

Ye Erniang and the Crocodile God of the South Sea also went through battle and were quite exhausted.

Those few Western Xia players could become the breakthrough point.

"It's not a loss to pick up a bargain." Without further hesitation, Wu Feng darted away from the crowd and quietly chased after Duan Yanqing and the others who had fled.

He pushed "Lingbo Weibu" and "Tiyun Zong" to their limits, yet kept the movement to a minimum, like a silent gray shadow in the forest, but with astonishing speed.

Ahead, the figures of those players who had rushed ahead quickly came into view, but their lightness skills were obviously far inferior to Wu Feng's, and they were soon left behind.

Duan Yanqing and his group moved extremely fast, clearly fleeing at full speed.

Ordinary players couldn't catch up at all. In just a short while, Wu Feng could no longer hear any sound from the other players behind him. As far as he could see, there was only deep woods and no human figures in sight.

But with his exceptional perception and keen ability to detect traces, he kept a firm grip on the aura ahead, which was a mixture of coldness, violence, and a few wisps of strange true energy fluctuations, and pursued it relentlessly.

After chasing for about fifteen minutes, they ventured deeper into an even denser old forest.

Sudden--

"laugh!"

A sharp, cold, pale golden finger strike shot out from behind an ancient tree without warning, aiming straight for Wu Feng's face!

Faster than lightning, with tricky and ruthless angles!

It was Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill!

Wu Feng's pupils contracted slightly, as if he had expected this.

Having chased for so long, how could Duan Yanqing, with his experience, not have noticed that someone was following him?

This gesture was both a warning and a test.

He naturally stepped out with the mysterious "Lingbo Weibu" footwork, his figure sliding half a step to the right like a leaf in the wind.

"puff!"

The force of the finger grazed his left shoulder and struck the trunk of an ancient tree behind him, a tree so thick that it would take two people to hug it.

A muffled thud.

The tree trunk was pierced with a hole about the thickness of a thumb, with charred edges, allowing light to pass through from both sides.

The precision and penetrating power of his finger strength are astonishing.

Wu Feng's figure did not stop or slow down at all. While dodging the finger strike, he closed the distance by several feet again like a ghost, his cold gaze locking onto the withered figure that was faintly visible among the trees in front of him.

caveat?

Since he's come after me, he has no intention of being scared off.

With Duan Yanqing injured and the team exhausted, this was a golden opportunity.