This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving only the last rays of sunlight on the sky.

The blood-red sky cast a crimson glow over the entire Hidden Sword Manor.

The rolling human head added an even more deathly atmosphere to the blood-red courtyard.

"Chiyuki..."

Ren Jianhao stared in disbelief at his daughter who had collapsed, a look of grief flashing in his eyes.

But it was instantly overwhelmed by intense hatred and killing intent.

"You beast, you dared to kill my daughter, I'll kill you..."

Ren Jianhao raised his hand and the longsword placed on the sword rack not far away flew out. Then he leaped up and attacked Yan Cangfeng.

Yan Zangfeng's eyes remained calm as still water. Seeing Ren Jianhao charging towards him, he showed no panic and sneered:

"Good timing..."

He then went straight to meet them.

Ren Jianhao is a fifth-level master with a vast and powerful martial arts aura. Although he is limited by his talent and age, he will almost never be able to advance further without a great opportunity, but after more than ten years of immersion in the fifth level, his strength is still not to be underestimated.

Yan Zangfeng also abandoned his contemptuous attitude and prepared for every move with utmost seriousness.

Through his sparring with Ren Qianxue, he had figured out the style of the Ren family swordsmanship. Although Ren Jianhao was more skilled in swordsmanship than his daughter, he wasn't much better.

Therefore, he was very confident that he would be able to kill Ren Jianhao with his sword.

The elder of the branch sect looked at Ren Qianxue, whose head had been separated from her body, and his face turned ashen.

Ren Qianxue has good aptitude and may have the opportunity to reach the seventh level of the Refining God Realm in the future.

He never expected to be killed so easily. Wouldn't his trip have been in vain?

Of the three, only Ren Qianxing remained calm, as if he had long anticipated that Ren Qianxue was no match for Yan Zangfeng.

In his eyes, there was only one target: the spirit-grade sword in Yan Zangfeng's hand, forged from meteorite divine light iron.

The battle between Yan Zangfeng and Ren Jianhao was significantly more intense, and the guards and servants of Cangjian Manor had already hidden in the porch outside the courtyard.

Even so, many people were still caught in the crossfire and injured by the sword energy of the two.

The two swords clashed, and the speed increased rapidly.

Yan Zangfeng had always been using the swordsmanship passed down in his Yan family, but now, facing Ren Jianhao, whose swordsmanship was more experienced, he was clearly starting to struggle.

After being forced back by Ren Jianhao once again, Yan Cangfeng took a deep breath, and his sword aura suddenly changed.

He looked like an ordinary, unassuming person, not at all like a master.

However, the branch elder who was not far away frowned when he saw this scene.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It has a kind of smooth, effortless, and effortless feel to it..."

He was an expert in swordsmanship and could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary swordsman.

On the contrary, Ren Jianhao, limited by his swordsmanship, did not pay much attention.

Furthermore, the hatred stemming from the loss of his daughter had clouded his judgment, making him even more unprepared.

Ren Jianhao pressed forward again, unleashing a sword strike with ten layers of internal energy.

In an instant, the sword light flashed, transforming into seven or eight sword shadows.

This was already the ultimate move in his Ren family sword technique. Ren Jianhao was confident that Yan Cangfeng would be seriously injured even if he didn't die from this sword strike.

But the reality was completely different from what Ren Jianhao had imagined.

Yan Zangfeng's long sword moved limply in front of him.

Round and round she went, without trying to decipher his sword moves, but simply using the circle to envelop his sword shadow.

Immediately afterwards, Ren Jianhao discovered that there seemed to be just the right amount of power within the circle, guiding his sword to deviate, even giving him a feeling of losing control.

Ren Jianhao wanted to withdraw his sword, but this sword strike was the culmination of all his power, so withdrawing it was no easy task.

Yan Zangfeng drew his sword and took a step back.

Ren Jianhao staggered and took a step forward, his center of gravity already unsteady.

Before he could regain his footing, Yan Zangfeng's other hand struck with a horizontal elbow.

Ren Jianhao could only hurriedly raise his other hand to shield his chest and crash into it head-on.

In an instant, he felt as if a terrifying force had exploded in his chest, and the hand that had been blocking his chest was in excruciating pain, clearly indicating that the bone had been broken.

His body couldn't help but fly backward.

However, his other hand was still holding the sword, and he was blocked by Yan Zangfeng's sword moves and could not break free. Ren Jianhao was unwilling to let go of the sword, and his body was directly pulled to a stop.

"What...what kind of sword technique is this...?"

Ren Jianhao was terrified and was about to unleash his inner energy to retaliate.

Suddenly, he felt a not-so-strong force coming from the sword, which slashed back at his own throat.

Although this force was not strong, Ren Jianhao had no chance to resist.

Because he realized that it wasn't Yan Zangfeng's power, but rather the power he himself had generated when he drew his sword.

In other words, he clearly intended to stab Yan Zangfeng with his sword, but ended up killing himself instead.

Ren Jianhao dared not be stubborn any longer. He immediately loosened his grip on the sword, pushed off with his feet, and flew backward.

The instant he landed, Yan Zangfeng's sword spun and shot towards him, carrying Ren Jianhao's sword with it.

This sword strike contained the combined power of Yan Zangfeng and Ren Jianhao. Its speed and power far exceeded Ren Jianhao's reaction range.

Ren Jianhao had not yet regained his footing, and it was clearly too late for him to dodge.

Just as he was about to die under this sword, another longsword flew over instantly, knocking away Yan Cangfeng's thrown sword with a "clang".

Ren Jianhao was pale and still shaken. He turned around and saw his young son standing in front of him.

"Dad, are you alright...?"

Ren Qianxing said coldly, his back to Ren Jianhao.

Ren Jianhao was about to tell him to get out of the way, but then he suddenly realized that Ren Qianxing's strength was absolutely insufficient to withstand the power of that sword strike.

In other words, his good-for-nothing son had been hiding his true strength all along...

Ren Qianxing didn't explain. He simply raised his hand and unleashed his true energy, and the longsword that was pinned to the ground not far away returned to his hand.

Ren Jianhao looked incredulous.

"Qianxing...you...when did you...?"

The branch elder, who was not far away, suddenly brightened up and exclaimed in surprise:

"I never imagined that the true genius of the Ren family would be him..."

Yan Zangfeng was also somewhat surprised. It was a well-known fact that the young master of Cangjian Manor was unwilling to practice martial arts and his strength was only at the third level.

Judging from the intensity of his true energy just now, he is at least at the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, which is much stronger than his father, Ren Jianhao.

"You've been hiding it well, and you've been ruthless enough. Even when your sister was facing life and death, you didn't reveal yourself. Why didn't you continue to hide?"

Yan Zangfeng sneered.

Ren Qianxing sighed, his tone carrying a faint sense of languor.

"Ren Qianxue has always wanted me dead, so to avoid sibling rivalry, I had no choice but to hide my true abilities."

"I don't want to kill her, but let me save her, ha..."

Ren Jianhao stared at his son in shock, as if he had never known him before.

Ren Qianxing ignored his father, and after speaking, turned around and cupped his hands towards the branch elder, saying:

"Elder, I have a favor to ask of you."