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"trouble."

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, sensing that Duan Yanqing and his group ahead suddenly accelerated, their figures turning several times in the dense forest, thus creating distance between them.

He didn't rush to chase after them.

The true energy of "Harmony with the World" circulated within his body, and his aura was reduced to almost nothingness, like an inconspicuous shadow in the forest, trailing behind him unhurriedly from a distance of over a hundred feet.

He maintained a distance so he could retreat at any time if things went wrong.

After all, there are still three people on the other side—Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, and the Crocodile God of the South Sea, all of whom are veteran second-rate top-tier or even first-rate masters.

Even though Duan Yanqing was injured and the other two were not in good condition, the three of them working together were still not easy to defeat.

Better safe than sorry.

He moved even lighter, relying solely on his exceptional eyesight and perception to lock onto the occasional swaying of clothing and lingering fluctuations of aura among the trees ahead.

In front.

Duan Yanqing, leaning on his iron crutch, moved swiftly, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

His withered face was expressionless, but the coldness in his deep-set eyes was almost palpable.

Just now, Yideng's Shaoshang Sword strike, though seemingly casual, possessed an extremely refined and pure sword energy. It pierced through the protective true energy he had hastily erected, and the shock caused his blood and qi in his chest and abdomen to still be churning faintly.

If it weren't for his profound internal strength and solid foundation, anyone else would probably have already coughed up blood and collapsed.

What bothered him even more was the gaze behind him—a gaze that was faint yet impossible to shake off.

"Boss, that tail behind us... should we take care of it while we're at it?" Ye Erniang asked in a low voice, holding the swaddled baby and following behind him with a swaying figure. Her voice carried her usual unsettlingly kind and gentle tone.

Before Duan Yanqing could speak, the Xixia players who had been silently following him exchanged glances.

The leader was a man wielding a scimitar, but he had a faint title above his head: "First-Class Hall Centurion".

He strode forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Duan Yanqing, and spoke with a tone that was both respectful and urgent:

"Mr. Duan, why don't we brothers handle the tail at the back? You and your two seniors should focus on healing your wounds first!"

Several people nearby quickly chimed in:

"Yes, Mr. Duan, this is a small matter; we can handle it easily!"

"We'll make sure that fool doesn't know what's good for him and never comes back!" The men's eyes were burning with fervor.

Duan Yanqing continued walking, a faint, almost mocking indifference flashing across his withered face.

He glanced at the group, his hoarse voice slowly rising: "...Very well. Then I'll trouble you all. If this succeeds, I will personally petition the Hall Master for your commendation upon our return."

"Thank you, Mr. Duan!" The group was overjoyed upon hearing this, as if they could already see promotions, rewards, and advanced martial arts techniques beckoning to them.

The leader patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, Mr. Duan! We will definitely bring that thief's head to you!"

Duan Yanqing gave a noncommittal "hmm," then pushed off with his feet, exchanged a glance with Ye Erniang and the Crocodile God of the South Sea, and the three of them suddenly accelerated, disappearing into the deeper shade of the forest in a few leaps.

Seeing the three leave, the Western Xia players were immediately invigorated.

"Brothers, our chance has come!" The leader drew his curved blade, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. "Kill that guy in the back, and we'll go back for the reward! Maybe we'll even get some pointers on a few of Mr. Duan's secret techniques!"

"kill!"

The group exchanged glances, then without hesitation, turned around and charged back in the direction they had come from, their killing intent palpable!

the other side.

Wu Feng maintained a steady pace of pursuit, his figure leaping lightly through the forest, his eyes always fixed on what lay ahead.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

The three clearly visible auras ahead suddenly disappeared.

Meanwhile, several other auras were rushing towards them!

"Oh?" Wu Feng raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding the other party's plan.

Let these few Western Xia players cover our retreat, probe our defenses, or even eliminate us.

Duan Yanqing and his men took the opportunity to escape and find a place to heal their wounds.

They've certainly got a good plan.

He simply stopped and stood on a horizontal branch of an ancient tree, waiting quietly.

In just a few breaths, the trees ahead rustled, and five figures rushed out, spreading out in a fan shape, subtly surrounding him in the middle.

Several players from Xixia Yipintang.

Each of them had fierce eyes, weapons were drawn, and they exuded undisguised killing intent.

The man leading the group, wielding a curved sword, sized up Wu Feng. He was a plain-looking swordsman in dark blue, wearing a bamboo hat that covered most of his face. His aura was calm and unfathomable.

But since he dared to chase after me alone, he must have some skill.

However, all five of them were elites who had undergone the brutal selection process of the Western Xia First-Class Hall and had carried out numerous missions. Their average level was above 28, and each of them had their own strengths in martial arts. When they joined forces, they could even put up a fight against ordinary second-rate martial artists.

Moreover, the person in front of him was all alone.

"Kill him!" Without another word, the leader roared and launched the first attack!

He drew a sharp arc with his curved blade, aiming straight for Wu Feng's neck! The blade whistled, clearly demonstrating considerable force.

The other four attacked almost simultaneously!

One man's palm strike was fierce and powerful, aimed directly at Wu Feng's back; another man's leg movements were like whips, sweeping down his lower body.

One man's finger strikes with fierce force, aiming at a vital acupoint under the ribs; another man's fist strikes with powerful force, blocking the escape route from the side.

Although their coordination wasn't perfect, their ruthless and decisive actions sealed off all of Wu Feng's escape routes.

If an ordinary player were to encounter such a siege, they would probably be seriously injured in a single encounter.

Wu Feng stood still, without moving an inch.

He even had time to think about a trivial question.

Is there a red name system for attacking other players in this game? Will I be wanted by the government for killing someone?

Just as the curved blade was about to reach his neck, a palm strike to his back, a leg sweep to his shin, a finger strike to his ribs, and a fist block his path—

Wu Feng neither dodged nor avoided; the true energy of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill flowed naturally within his body, and his protective aura trembled slightly.

"Bang! Pfft! Sizzle! Thud!"

Several muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The curved blade struck his shoulder as if it had hit iron or stone, the shockwave making the man's hand go numb.

The palm strike landed on his back, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; the leg sweep hit his shinbone, but he was jolted and felt a sharp pain.

The wind from his finger struck his ribs without even tearing his clothes; the force of his punch was like a gentle breeze.

The sinister smiles on their faces froze instantly, replaced by astonishment.

[System notification: You have been attacked by player "Xixia Scimitar Swordsman" and have entered a state of self-defense. A counterattack resulting in a kill will not accumulate infamy points.]

Upon hearing the prompt, Wu Feng made a move.

He simply raised his right hand, and his index finger seemingly casually pointed forward.

"laugh--!"

With a soft sound, the extremely refined pale golden finger energy burst forth, so fast that it left only a fleeting afterimage on the retina.

The leader, a man wielding a scimitar, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He had no time to react and only felt a chill between his brows.

The man's health bar instantly emptied, and he fell backward, turning into white light and disappearing.

The next moment, excruciating pain and darkness descended simultaneously.

Even in death, his face remained frozen in disbelief and astonishment.

The remaining four were terrified and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Wu Feng made a grabbing motion with his left hand, and the Crimson Python Blood-Swallowing Spear was already in his grasp.

The gun was crimson red, exuding a menacing aura.

He simply thrust out the spear with his superhuman arm strength, the blessing of pure Yang energy, and the terrifying properties of the Crimson Python Spear itself, without any remarkable feat!

"puff!"

The spear tip pierced the second player's chest without any resistance, sending him flying into the air and flinging him toward the third player next to him.

The third person hurriedly slapped his companion's body away, but the force of the impact made his arm go numb and his body stagger.

Wu Feng slid forward and was already in front of him, sweeping the gun barrel horizontally.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones shattering rang out clearly. Half of the man's body collapsed, and he flew out of the air, spitting out blood. He was already lifeless when he landed.

The fourth person pointed at Feng Ji and pressed on Wu Feng's vital point on the back of his neck. Wu Feng didn't even turn his head and instead flicked his spear backward with his other hand!

The tip of the gun struck the opponent's fingertip with perfect accuracy.

"Ah—!" With a scream, the man's entire index finger was burned and torn by the pure yang true energy and the toad fire poison attached to the spear tip, causing him to cry and snot in pain.