Wandering Swordsman |

"Shen Mo, watch out!" Situ Dengfeng's voice came from ahead, and at the same time, a figure appeared in Shen Mo's line of sight. It was an extremely unfamiliar face; Shen Mo didn't recognize it. However, the fact that this figure could appear in front of him in an instant was enough to show that this person's skills were superior to those of the Black Wind Gang Leader.

In that life-or-death moment, Shen Mo's heart seemed to stop for a second before he quickly made a decision. He knew that his opponent was no ordinary person, and if he wanted to protect Situ Meng, he had to make a sacrifice. So, at the critical moment, "Catch her!" he roared, and with all his might, he threw Situ Meng toward Situ Dengfeng.

At the same time, Shen Mo drew his sword and slashed at the figure, attempting to draw the other's attention. His movements were as fast as lightning, the Tai'a sword in his hand cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound. The figure was clearly not expected by Shen Mo's decisive attack, and was slightly taken aback, but quickly reacted, dodging Shen Mo's attack with a swift movement.

"Young man, you have courage," the mysterious figure said calmly, his voice deep and magnetic. "But courage cannot change the outcome."

Shen Mo didn't answer, but gripped his sword tightly, his gaze fixed firmly on the mysterious figure before him. He knew this wasn't the time to speak; every second of delay threatened his own and his companions' lives. So, he charged forward again, sword in hand, attempting to find an opening through relentless attacks.

However, the mysterious figure seemed completely at ease, effortlessly deflecting Shen Mo's fiercest attacks. Not only that, he also launched occasional counterattacks, putting immense pressure on Shen Mo.

In the midst of their exchange, Situ Dengfeng successfully caught Situ Meng and quickly directed his men to form a defensive circle to ensure his daughter's safety. At the same time, he noticed the danger Shen Mo was facing and immediately ordered the group following behind him, "Everyone, provide full support to Shen Mo!"

However, when Ding Chengfeng, the leader of the Black Wind Gang, caught up with Situ Meng and saw the mysterious man appear, he did not show any anger. Instead, he laughed instead of being angry: "Fu Sheng, you've finally arrived. Quickly, let's take down Situ Dengfeng together!" His laughter was full of smugness and malice, as if everything was under his control.

The exchange between Fu Sheng and Shen Mo was as easy as an elephant toying with an ant. Fu Sheng said with ease, "Ding Chengfeng, a mere 'Wu Xiang Jing' has thrown you into disarray, causing you to disrupt your original plans. Do you know the consequences?" His words, though calm, contained an undeniable power that moved those around him.

Situ Dengfeng frowned slightly as he listened to their conversation. Fu Sheng! So this man before him was Fu Sheng, the leader of Qilin Village! And hearing Fu Sheng address the Black Wind Gang leader by his given name, "Ding Chengfeng," made Situ Dengfeng realize that the two might have formed an alliance, a situation extremely unfavorable to him.

"Fu Sheng, what do you know? I'm doing this so that my master can fulfill his long-cherished wish more quickly." Ding Chengfeng retorted to Fu Sheng, his figure already appearing before Situ Dengfeng like a ghost. His eyes revealed an almost fanatical determination, as if everything was in service of that unknown "master".

Fu Sheng ignored Ding Chengfeng's rebuttal and instead turned his deep, sharp eyes to Shen Mo, a greedy smile appearing on his face. The way he looked at Shen Mo was like that of a treasure hunter who had discovered a rare gem.

"This young man..." Fu Sheng thought to himself, "To possess such strength at such a young age, wouldn't it be like adding wings to a tiger if I could offer him to my master?" Every time Shen Mo swung his sword to attack, Fu Sheng could feel a strong potential surging within him. This feeling excited him and strengthened his resolve to capture Shen Mo.

Meanwhile, the situation on the battlefield grew increasingly tense. Although Shen Mo was giving it his all, he still seemed powerless against Fu Sheng. Every attack was easily neutralized, while Fu Sheng's occasional counterattacks put immense pressure on him. Each collision was like a giant wave crashing against a reef, shaking the very core of his being. Shen Mo's heart pounded like thunder, his clothes soaked with sweat, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Brother Shen, we're here to help you!" He Yun's voice came from the side, followed by several sword flashes that pierced the night sky, temporarily relieving Shen Mo's pressure. He Yun's movements were swift and decisive; his swordsmanship was like a nimble snake, quickly penetrating the enemy's defenses and giving Shen Mo a precious chance to catch his breath.

"Thank you!" Shen Mo said, panting. Although he was still nervous, he felt He Yun's support, and his strength increased accordingly. He quickly adjusted his breathing, gripped his sword tightly again, and prepared to continue his attack on Fu Sheng.

Seeing this, Fu Sheng smiled slightly, seemingly in no hurry to attack, but instead watching Shen Mo with great interest. "Boy, your performance has piqued my interest," he said slowly, his voice deep and magnetic, "If you are willing to join Qilin Village, I can guarantee your future achievements will be limitless."

Shen Mo sneered after hearing this, "Fine, but you have to kill the Black Wind Gang Leader for me first. Then I'll join the Qilin Stronghold." As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Mo once again swung his sword at Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng lightly leaped, easily dodging Shen Mo's attack. Simultaneously, he unleashed a powerful backhand strike, his immense internal energy forcing Shen Mo to retreat repeatedly. "What a stubborn brat. I gave him a chance to achieve unparalleled martial arts, and he didn't cherish it," Fu Sheng shook his head, his eyes gleaming with admiration. However, Fu Sheng failed to notice that Situ Dengfeng was attacking him with his sword...

The battlefield was in chaos, filled with shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons, the air thick with the stench of blood. Amidst this chaos, Zhao Xue's eyes blazed with the fire of revenge. Ever since Shen Mo told her that Ma Xiaofeng was the murderer of her uncle Zhao Qingyun, she had been determined to avenge him. Now, with such a golden opportunity before her, she seemed to have made a firm decision.

Zhao Xue took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Ma Xiaofeng not far away. Ignoring the fierce battle around her, she resolutely charged towards him. Her figure moved like an arrow released from a bow, nimbly weaving through the crowd.

Ma Xiaofeng was initially bewildered by the girl who suddenly rushed at him, but when he saw Zhao Xue's hateful eyes and her deadly attacks, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!" Ma Xiaofeng roared, quickly drawing his longsword to meet the attack. Although he was puzzled by the girl before him, he clearly realized that if he didn't deal with her in time, he might get into even bigger trouble.