Excessive ferocity due to caution

Two days later.

Light rain turning to snow.

The clouds are thick, and the sun is not visible.

Red Fish, dressed in red, sat on a high platform, playing the flute she had carved herself.

This is "The Phoenix Comes to Court," a work compiled by Gao Shishi in Jinling City for the Queen of Qi.

Snow fell from the branches.

Because of the contrast, its pale hue is more glaring than the snow-covered earth.

Gradually, the wind picked up.

Ren Wudi had somehow found himself standing on a treetop in the distance of the high platform, quietly waiting for Hongyu to finish playing his tune.

"When I saw you, I knew I shouldn't have come."

Ren Wudi said this.

Hongyu slowly put down her bamboo flute and quietly observed Ren Wudi through the light snow.

"I thought that legendary person had three heads and six arms."

Ren Wudi ignored her teasing and only asked:

Where is your sword?

Red Fish replied calmly:

"Throw it away."

Ren Wudi squinted:

"As a swordsman, you've thrown away your own sword?"

The red fish remained calm.

"You were able to withstand even your teacher's sword, so what threat could I pose to you even if I had one?"

Ren Wudi remained silent for a long time.

"Fan Qingxue...does she really have a thirteenth sword strike?"

Red Fish's little face beamed with pride, but as she pursed her lips, she replied:

"no."

Ren Wudi stared at the red fish and laughed:

You're lying.

"Are you afraid I'll go to your teacher again?"

Red Fish resolutely shook its head.

"In this world, there is no Sword Thirteen."

"That's not the kind of swordsmanship that should exist in the human world."

Ren Wudi seemed to be deep in thought.

"I think I understand... So, do you have any last words?"

Red Fish coldly mocked:

"I'm an assassin with no family, no friends, and my only master is a puppet serving the King of Qi. To whom do you think I should leave my last words?"

Ren Wudi nodded.

Tai Jie pointed it out!

The small red fish flew through the air, spraying large amounts of blood!

But this finger... did not hit her vital point!

It's not that Ren Wudi is unprofessional.

It was someone else who caught Ren Wudi's attention.

His clothes were whiter than the snow on the ground.

"I spared your life, hoping to use you to achieve a defeat... but you didn't appreciate it!"

Ren Wudi's eyes shone like rainbows.

A murderous intent surged forth!

Fan Qingxue's behavior made him feel that his precious patience had been wasted!

Fan Qingxue, under Hongyu's shocked gaze, slowly drew out the broken sword.

"Master... what's wrong...?"

Fan Qingxue walked past the red fish without giving it a second glance, and simply said:

"How can a disciple clean up the mess his master made?"

He came up to Ren Wudi.

The broken sword made Fan Qingxue look somewhat comical.

"I want to go to the observatory and kill you."

"But you ran too fast."

Ren Wudi laughed loudly:

"How arrogant!"

"Even before your sword broke, you were no match for me. Now that your sword is broken... what will you use to kill me?"

Fan Qingxue said earnestly:

"Sword Thirteen, Ascending Immortal."

Ren Wudi's smile slowly faded.

"Is there really a Sword Thirteen?"

Fan Qingxue closed her eyes, but her grip on the sword loosened instead.

"It really exists."

"And this sword... will be very cold."

Ren Wudi waved his sleeve:

"please!"

Fan Qingxue drew her sword.

Broken sword.

It is no more than a foot long.

The speed is by no means fast.

But the moment Fan Qingxue drew her sword, Ren Wudi couldn't help but frown!

His "first" method... has failed!

This means...

I simply cannot withstand this sword strike!

How is that possible?

He was a martial artist at the Vast Qi Realm (quasi-Great Ferocity), which was a whole major realm higher than Fan Qingxue!

Can't withstand one of his sword strikes?

Ren Wudi's expression hardened.

He didn't believe it.

He raised his hand and grabbed Fan Qingxue's sword!

If he could seize the opportunity the first time, then this time... he can too!

He grasped Fan Qingxue's broken sword in his palm without any surprise.

Thus, the broken sword could no longer advance an inch.

Ren Wudi said calmly:

You lost.

"Your Sword Thirteen... is terrible."

Fan Qingxue rarely showed a smile.

A very faint, quiet smile.

"Ascension to Immortality...without severing the physical body."

Upon hearing this, Ren Wudi's expression suddenly changed!

An indescribable terror enveloped him!

Danger! Danger!

That extreme sense of danger came from nowhere, and was in no way inferior to the deadly feeling that Ren Wudi sensed from Zhao Yi!

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and retreated twenty steps in a flash!

But that intense sense of crisis was like a persistent, insidious disease, always there for me!

"There's no need to struggle."

Fan Qingxue's voice was colder than ice and snow.

"Once the Celestial Immortal appears, no matter where you are in the world, you will not escape death!"

P.S.: It's a bit short.

I'll continue writing tomorrow.

I'm so sleepy!

Goodnight, my darlings!!!