Wandering Swordsman |

In that tense moment, a thought flashed through Situ Changkong's mind: "Now!" Without hesitation, he dashed towards the entrance of the secret prison at top speed. As he reached the entrance, a bad premonition washed over him, but Situ Changkong couldn't care less. He accelerated again, darting into the prison.

The sight before him made his heart clench—Situ Meng was imprisoned in an iron cage, while Luo Wangchen and Qu Yifan were tightly bound by chains. "Brother Changkong!" The moment Situ Meng saw Situ Changkong, a mixture of surprise and worry flashed in her eyes. "Junior Sister Meng!" Situ Changkong's voice was steady and powerful, carrying a sense of comfort, "I've come to rescue you."

Luo Wangchen and Qu Yifan also noticed Situ Changkong's arrival. Their eyes revealed complex emotions, a mixture of joy at seeing hope and worry about the current situation. "Young brother, hurry up, the Black Wind Gang might return at any time," Luo Wangchen earnestly reminded him.

However, just as Situ Changkong was about to unlock the iron cage, a chilling aura swept over him from behind. The figures of the Azure Dragon Saint Lord and the White Tiger Saint Lord suddenly appeared at the entrance to the secret prison, cold smiles on their faces, clearly having anticipated this scene. "Hmph, finally showing yourself," the White Tiger Saint Lord sneered, his eyes filled with mockery. "Did you really think we'd be fooled by such a petty trick?"

It turned out that when the Azure Dragon Saint Lord and the White Tiger Saint Lord left the secret prison, they did not lower their guard. Instead, they used their keen senses to detect changes in their surroundings. Working in perfect harmony, the two deliberately walked a short distance away before returning, using this as a pretext to lure Situ Changkong out. After all, they weren't fools; they knew that the sudden commotion was very likely a ploy to lure him away.

Faced with the sudden turn of events, Situ Changkong's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "The two Holy Rulers are indeed brilliant," he said calmly yet with a sharp edge, before swiftly drawing his longsword. "However, since you're here, why not have a fair and square contest?" Situ Changkong's words were full of challenge, as if he wanted to change the unfavorable situation through personal martial arts.

The Azure Dragon Saint Lord didn't respond, instead scrutinizing Situ Changkong with a critical gaze. "Do you think we'll give you a chance?" Before the words were even finished, the Azure Dragon Saint Lord struck first, his palm strike fierce, aimed directly at Situ Changkong's vital chest. Situ Changkong reacted swiftly, dodging the attack with a sidestep, and simultaneously swung his right hand, sending a sword aura slicing through the air in a counterattack against the Azure Dragon Saint Lord. At the same time, the White Tiger Saint Lord wasn't to be outdone, turning his body and unleashing both fists with immense power, blasting towards Situ Changkong.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced within the secret prison. Although Situ Changkong was considered a martial arts prodigy, he gradually felt his strength waning under the combined attack of the two Holy Lords. After only ten moves, while attempting to dodge a heavy punch from the White Tiger Holy Lord, Situ Changkong was accidentally swept away by the Azure Dragon Holy Lord's sleeve wind, sending him flying backward and crashing into the wall.

"Brother Changkong!" Situ Meng called out anxiously, her voice echoing in the secret cell, trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall, her worried gaze fixed on Situ Changkong.

Luo Wangchen and Qu Yifan also appeared extremely tense, their brows furrowed, their eyes revealing deep worry and helplessness. The chains bound them, rendering them immobile; they could only watch helplessly as this unfolded, unable to offer any assistance.

The atmosphere inside the cell was so oppressive it was hard to breathe, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to sigh heavily at this sudden turn of events. The dim, flickering light cast shadows that danced uneasily with the candlelight, reflecting the complex expressions on everyone's faces.

The White Tiger Saint Lord sneered and strode forward. His movements were swift and powerful, each step like a heavy thud on the ground. He stood before Situ Changkong, looking down at the wounded yet unyielding youth. "Boy, you think you can save people with your meager skills?" he said coldly, his tone filled with disdain.

Situ Changkong struggled to sit up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained unwavering, fixed fiercely on the White Tiger Saint Lord. "Pah!" He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, a silent expression of contempt and challenge to his enemy.

A surge of anger rose in the White Tiger Saint Lord's heart, and he directly threw a punch at Situ Changkong. The heavy punch landed on Situ Changkong's ribs, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. The White Tiger Saint Lord wasted no more time, and his fingers moved like the wind, instantly striking several acupoints on Situ Changkong's body, rendering him unable to move an inch.

As the White Tiger Saint Lord retrieved a heavy iron chain from nearby and skillfully bound Situ Changkong's hands and feet, the cold touch of the chain made Situ Changkong's body tremble slightly. The chain dug tightly into his flesh, as if trying to bind his will as well.

"Now, let's see how you save people." The White Tiger Saint King's voice was filled with sarcasm and satisfaction. He took a few steps back and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Bound by iron chains, his body was unable to move, but the bitterness of his failed mission spread through Situ Changkong's heart like poison, leaving him disheartened and full of regret.

Just as the atmosphere became so oppressive that even the air seemed to freeze, a dark figure flashed by like a ghost. It was Shen Mo, who appeared silently in the secret prison like a cheetah in the night. His arrival went unnoticed, because everyone's attention was focused on Situ Changkong.

The Azure Dragon Saint Lord and the White Tiger Saint Lord were immersed in the joy of capturing Situ Changkong, believing that everything was under their control, completely unaware of the approaching danger. Taking advantage of this brief lapse in attention, Shen Mo swiftly thrust his sword into the heart of the unsuspecting Azure Dragon Saint Lord.

A sharp whistling sound shattered the silence, accompanied by the chilling sound of metal scraping against skin. The Azure Dragon Saint's face turned deathly pale, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. In that critical moment, relying on his years of instinctive reflexes, the Azure Dragon Saint sidestepped, barely avoiding a fatal blow. However, despite dodging the vital point, Shen Mo's longsword mercilessly left a deep, bone-revealing wound on his right arm, instantly staining his sleeve crimson with blood.

"Who...who are you?" the Azure Dragon Saint asked through gritted teeth, clutching his injured right arm tightly with his left hand while warily eyeing the sudden enemy before him. His eyes held both anger and surprise, clearly not expecting to encounter such a fierce attack at this time and place.