Bat Prince, roaming the heavens

The sound of horses' hooves drew nearer, like muffled thunder, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

A moment later, more than twenty dark figures rushed out of the night, their torches blazing, illuminating the grove as bright as day.

The first man dismounted, his face covered with a black veil, revealing only his eyes.

If Yuan Suiyun could see it, he would definitely recognize that the owner of those eyes was Lu Bai.

Behind him followed more than twenty men dressed in black, their faces also covered with black cloths, and swords hanging at their waists.

Lu Bai stood in the firelight, his gaze fixed on Yuan Suiyun, who stood with his hands behind his back.

Yuan Suiyun remained calm and showed no intention of speaking.

The night wind rustled through his black robe.

Lu Bai said in a deep voice, "Young Master Yuan, please forgive me, but please come with us."

Yuan Suiyun remained silent, his expression calm.

Yin Wushang looked Yuan Suiyun up and down, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Is this weak-looking blind boy really worth Lu Bai's serious concern?

"Kid," he grinned, "if you know what's good for you, hand over the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng sword manual, and I'll leave you a whole corpse."

"I didn't expect Brother Lu to be so impatient." Yuan Suiyun suddenly shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that Yuan Suiyun ignored him, Yin Wushang became even angrier: "What are you pretending for? A blind man like you dares to put on airs in front of me?"

With a wave of his hand, several men in black took out various musical instruments from behind their backs: gongs, drums, suonas, cymbals, and large gongs—anything easy to play and loud enough to be heard.

Yuan Suiyun's brow twitched slightly, showing a hint of surprise.

Yin Wushang grinned maliciously and gave a wink to his subordinate.

The man immediately struck the gong in his hand.

"clang--"

A loud bang exploded in the night sky, startling the birds roosting in the distant woods into flight.

Then several instruments started playing at the same time: gongs and drums blared, suonas were shrill, and cymbals clanged together, completely out of tune, just desperately trying to make the loudest noise possible.

The sound was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, like a raging tide, surging towards Yuan Suiyun in an overwhelming manner.

Green Bamboo Elder's expression changed drastically.

He knew better than anyone that although Yuan Suiyun was a peerless martial artist, his blindness was a fatal weakness.

These noises, mixed together, were enough to disrupt the hearing of any blind person, making it impossible for the young master to discern directions or distances.

He immediately tried to take the initiative and eliminate these sources of noise for the young master.

But just as he raised his hand, Yuan Suiyun gently pressed it down.

Amidst the cacophony, he seemed to hear a whisper from Yuan Suiyun.

"You do have some brains, but... you still underestimated me."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Suiyun's figure suddenly vanished.

He didn't run away, but instead charged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep.

At this moment, Yuan Suiyun no longer held back.

His unfathomable skill surged forth like a burst dam, his black robe billowing without wind, fluttering like a battle flag.

His aura suddenly surged, like a king in the dark night, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Yin Wushang's smile froze on his face.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and Yuan Suiyun's figure had already darted like a ghost to a man in black holding a gong and drum.

The man in black had no time to react before a slender hand came slapping towards him.

The terrifying palm strike landed squarely on his chest, and with a few crisp "crack" sounds, his ribs were broken.

Before the man could even scream, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a pine tree as thick as a bowl by the roadside. The trunk snapped and fell heavily to the ground, killing him instantly.

At the same time, Yuan Suiyun's figure had already darted to the other side.

His movements were light and elusive, as if he had no weight. With a light touch of his toes on the grass, he glided several feet away like a leaf swept up by the wind.

The movement seemed slow but was actually fast; it looked like it was still far away, but in the next instant it was right in front of you.

Yuan Suiyun's figure weaved through the crowd like a black lightning bolt, moving at incredible speed.

More than twenty pairs of eyes could not catch a trace of him; one moment he was in the east, and the next moment he had appeared in the west.

Even though I could see his figure on the left, the palm strike came from the right.

He was not bound by any particular moves; he used his fists, his fingers, or his palms, each move easily reaping lives, like the Grim Reaper in the night, constantly wielding his invisible scythe.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The once noisy forest returned to tranquility.

A deathly silence.

Yin Wushang stood rooted to the spot, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, unable to move an inch.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, and at the twenty-odd men he had painstakingly recruited lying like straws in pools of blood, a wave of fear washed over him.

He wanted to escape.

But his legs wouldn't obey him.

He wanted to shout.

But he couldn't make a sound.

He could only stand there, watching helplessly as the black figure slowly turned around.

The black robe fluttered in the night wind, without a trace of blood.

Moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone on Yuan Suiyun, casting his shadow long and thin.

On the other side, Lu Bai was still standing in the same spot, his face as pale as paper under the black cloth, and his legs were trembling violently.

He didn't run away, not because he didn't want to, but because he knew he couldn't escape Yuan Suiyun's terrifying lightness skill!

"Brother Lu," Yuan Suiyun finally spoke, his voice soft, as soft as the wind, "you want the Thirteen Styles of the Gentle Breeze?"

Lu Bai opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Only then did he realize that Yuan Suiyun had not used any sword techniques, yet he had already wiped out his men.

Yuan Suiyun reached out and a fine steel longsword flew up from beside the corpse on the ground and landed steadily in his palm.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the longsword slashed out diagonally.

The sword light seemed to appear and disappear, the attack seemed fast and slow, the sword path seemed real and illusory, and the moves seemed to change but did not.

It is the first move of the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze – Gentle Breeze Arrives!

The sword light flashed like a firefly, silently passing through the night.

That sword strike was too fast.

It happened so fast that Lu Bai didn't even have time to blink, so fast that the fear on Yin Wushang's face was still frozen, so fast that the blood flowing from the more than twenty corpses had not yet congealed.

The sword light originated from a slight tremor of Yuan Suiyun's wrist, and finally pierced a line of crimson blood at Lu Bai's throat.

Lu Bai's eyes widened.

He strained to look down at his throat, where a thin, faint line of blood ran, as thin as a hair and so faint it was almost invisible. Yet this single line had drained all his strength.

"Good... sword..."

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter two words before blood gushed from his throat, silencing him. His body swayed, and the black cloth silently slipped off, revealing a pale and bewildered face.

"Bang."

Lu Bai fell down, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

His eyes remained open until his death, staring fixedly at the night sky, as if he were still savoring that stunning sword strike.

Yin Wushang was standing not far from Lu Bai, and he didn't even see how Yuan Suiyun drew his sword.

He only felt a gust of wind, and then Lu Bai collapsed.

When he realized what was happening and tried to escape, he suddenly felt an itch on his neck, as if ants were crawling on it.

He reached out to touch it.

My finger touched a thin wound, wet and warm, from which a liquid was gushing out.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

Everything before my eyes began to blur; the moonlight, the shadows of the trees, and the corpses scattered on the ground all turned into a hazy blur of light and shadow.

"It's already a good sword technique."

Yuan Suiyun muttered something and casually tossed down his longsword.

The sword tip was three inches into the ground, lying askew in the pool of blood, humming and vibrating.

He turned around and walked calmly toward Old Man Green Bamboo.

Smelling the strong stench of blood in the forest, Yuan Suiyun felt little discomfort. He couldn't help but think to himself: It seems that blind people are more likely to accept the idea of ​​killing than ordinary people.

Green Bamboo Elder stood there, his face filled with shock and a hint of barely concealed fear.

"Old Man Bamboo".

Yuan Suiyun walked up to him, her voice calm as usual.

"I'm gone."