Gou Zai Wudao Shicheng Dao

However, Ning Tianyang's warning came too late!

"Awooo!!!"

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was over, two wolf howls suddenly rang out in the Black Wind Ridge forest!

Boom! Boom!

Two crimson figures, accompanied by scorching heat waves, headed towards the battlefield!

Their bodies were covered in crimson scales, their fangs were gleaming white, and their scarlet vertical pupils were filled with savagery.

A superior demon, the Xuanhuo Wolf!

Its strength is enough to rival the terrifying existence of the human race at the Qi Gathering and Meridian Opening Realm!

"The Xuanhuo Wolf! It's a high-ranking demon, the Xuanhuo Wolf!" A desperate scream rang out.

"what!"

The disciples who had been chasing the fleeing Black-striped Tiger Beast deep into the dense forest were instantly engulfed by the lava flames and turned into charred remains before they could even scream!

"You beast!!" Ning Tianyang's eyes were bloodshot, his beard and hair bristling like spears!

The sight of his disciple vanishing into thin air in an instant overlapped with the bloody memory of his beloved disciple's tragic death during the demonic upheaval ten years ago!

Ning Tianyang held nothing back, his inner strength surging forth, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a weapon of slaughter.

The sword technique no longer features the majestic and righteous Three Suns Radiance, but rather the desolate and silent White Sun Sword Intent, which contains a trace of undying vitality within the deathly silence!

Like the lingering glow of the setting sun in late autumn, the poignant beauty of frost-touched maple leaves...

All the artistic conception was gathered into that long sword.

"The white sun dies and life is born!"

Ning Tianyang's body blurred into a streak of light, his sword flashing like a line of autumn frost, silently passing over the Black-striped Tiger King, who was already at his last gasp.

The demon's roar abruptly ceased, a line of blood appeared between its brows, and then it split open in two with a bang.

No fresh blood gushed from the wound; only a desolate, gray expanse remained!

One sword strike, instantly killing a high-ranking demon!

However, Ning Tianyang's aura also weakened instantly, and the White Sun Sword was greatly depleted.

Seeing the two Xuanhuo Wolves pouncing towards him, a resolute glint flashed in Ning Tianyang's eyes.

He knew that it would be extremely difficult for him to fight against two powerful demons at the same time.

But the disciples of Sanyang Hall... are his roots, and the bloodshed of ten years ago must never be repeated!

"Run!"

"Everyone! Scatter and break through! Call for help from the Demon Suppression Bureau! Call for help from the county government! I will hold them off for you!"

Ning Tianyang roared, his voice slightly hoarse, and instead of retreating, he advanced, facing the two Xuanhuo wolves alone.

He wanted to create a glimmer of hope for his disciples!

"Master!" Ji Baiyue, Han Zhiqi, and Feng Heng exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Ji Baiyue's facial muscles twitched, and deep in his eyes was a fierce struggle.

He was selfish and greedy, and regarded the resources of Sanyangtang as his own.

But Ning Tianyang, the man before him, was ultimately the master who had led him into the path of martial arts and poured his heart and soul into nurturing him.

Looking at Ning Tianyang's resolute back, a genuine pain suddenly gripped him.

"You old bastard! If you're looking to die, don't drag me down with you!"

.......

In the midst of the struggle, a surge of guilt welled up, causing him to stop in his tracks, yet he cried out, "This disciple will fight alongside you!"

Han Zhi Qiu, on the other hand, was genuinely moved. His eyes were bloodshot, and his long sword hummed in his hand. He was about to rush forward without regard for anything else.

He valued gratitude above all else, and Ning Tianyang was his mentor who taught him.

Feng Heng's face instantly filled with "utter grief and indignation," and he shouted, "Master! No!"

But deep in his eyes lay a cold calculation.

His relationship with Ning Tianyang was distant, and this autumn hunt was merely a way for him to use the Sanyang Hall's boat to acquire resources.

Faced with this hopeless situation, Feng Heng instantly made the most self-serving choice.

Superficial compliance is enough; to actually work your ass off? That's foolish!

"You bastard!"

While wielding his sword and unleashing shards of sword light imbued with the intent of annihilation, barely managing to entangle the two Xuanhuo wolves, Ning Tianyang turned his head and cursed angrily, causing another mouthful of blood to surge up in his anger.

"Ji Baiyue! Han Zhiqi! Feng Heng! I command you!"

Break out and call for help immediately! This is the only way to survive!

Anyone who disobeys will be expelled from Sanyang Hall! Get out!

Once the order was given, the three men's reactions immediately revealed their differences in ability.

Ji Baiyue was startled, and the struggle on his face was instantly replaced by a "justifiable reason".

"Yes, Your Highness! I will obey! I will go and return immediately to fetch reinforcements! Let's go!"

He turned around first and rushed out of Black Wind Ridge without hesitation.

Han Zhiqi's tiger-like eyes welled with tears, and he stamped his foot heavily: "Take care, Master!"

He knew that staying would only be a burden, so he suppressed his grief and called to his disciples, "Follow me!"

Feng Heng, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, followed suit.

The breakout began, but as Ning Tianyang had predicted, the bloodshed had only just begun.

The remaining black-striped tiger demons, having witnessed the Tiger King's tragic death, were already enraged and united in their hatred of the enemy.

How could they possibly let these "murderers" go?

Seeing that the Sanyangtang members were about to flee, he immediately let out a deafening roar and, despite his wounded body, frantically pounced on the retreating crowd.

Furthermore, the black-striped tiger demon beasts that had been scattered earlier also rushed out from the dense forest, forming a pincer attack.

"what!"

"Help me! Senior Brother Ji!"

"Senior Brother Han!"

Screams erupted one after another in an instant.

The path to break through was instantly transformed into a bloody grinder.

Ji Baiyue rushed to the front, ignoring the desperate pleas for help from his disciples behind him.

A disciple cried out in despair, "Senior Brother Ji...save me..."

Ji Baiyue didn't even glance at it, and even quickened his pace.

"I can't stop! Stopping means death!"

I went to get reinforcements to save Commander Ning!

For the greater good, what does it matter if a few Sanyang Hall disciples die? Their lives are worth nothing!

He only saw the way to escape; he no longer cared about his fellow disciples.

Han Zhi Qiu, on the other hand, is completely different.

He fought and retreated, his Qingyang palm strikes were fierce and unparalleled, each strike causing the charging monsters to falter.

"Get behind me!"

He roared and rescued a disciple from the beast's claws, then struck the beast's head with a backhand, shattering its skull.

However, its range is limited, and it can only protect a small circle of people around it.

Feng Heng, on the other hand, appeared much more slick.

He moves swiftly, and if he sees a disciple he can easily save without hindering his own escape, he will "just happen" to do so.

But if saving someone requires him to exert even a little more effort or take even the slightest risk, he will ignore it.

With a swift movement, he circled around it.

"Break through! Forget everything else! Run!"

Zhou Cheng and You Qian's eyes also turned red. Both of them were experienced and knew that hesitation at this moment meant certain death.

Zhou Cheng grabbed Lin You and Lu Sheng, who were still somewhat dazed, and shouted sternly, "Follow me!"

Zhou Cheng's swordsmanship was ruthless and cunning, while You Qian's footwork was unpredictable and he was skilled at deflecting and pulling force. The two worked together seamlessly.

Despite the extreme danger, he managed to protect several disciples as they struggled to escape.

Lin You's expression was solemn. He was now using all his strength, his palms whistling as he repelled the demonic beasts that rushed at him, and even managed to block an attack for Lu Sheng beside him.

Lu Sheng gritted his teeth and walked steadily, cooperating with Lin You, the two forming a small group.

Fang Xia, meanwhile, remained hidden amidst the chaotic breakout crowd.

His gaze swept over the "Black Wind Ridge," a veritable millstone of flesh and blood!

Ning Tianyang appeared so tragic amidst the frenzied attack of the Xuanhuo Wolf demons.

Ji Baiyue's resolute and indifferent figure flashed and disappeared in the blood mist.

Han Zhiqi was covered in blood, looking like a mad tiger, desperately protecting the few remaining fellow disciples around him.

Every step he took landed in pools of blood, and his swordsmanship had become scattered.

Feng Heng was almost out of the most dangerous area, his figure appearing and disappearing among the trees, as slippery as if he had been oiled...

More often, there were scattered cries of despair, and the despair of life being extinguished as quickly as a candle flame.

"The power... is still not enough!"

Fang Xia sighed inwardly. Qingyang's palm strike was smooth and continuous, its power contained yet not revealed.

Whether blocking, deflecting force, or skillfully pushing away approaching threats, they always maintain high-speed movement.

Fang Xia deliberately avoided the direction where the two most ferocious mid-level demonic black-striped tigers were located, and also deliberately stayed away from the cold and ruthless Ji Baiyue.

They also did not choose the bloody path that Han Zhi Qiu had painstakingly forged!

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the destiny of "late bloomer" was trembling violently, emanating an intense, impenetrable black-gray aura of tribulation.

The ominous aura pointed directly towards the "escape route" that everyone was fleeing towards—the outskirts of Black Mountain.

"No!" Fang Xia's pupils contracted slightly, and he activated the 'Qi Sensing Technique' to its maximum.