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Because of this lingering suspicion from beginning to end, Ning Baihe remained vigilant, which allowed him to use the "golden cicada shedding its shell" technique at the critical moment to avoid Xie Feng's long-planned and deadly attack.

In the arena, two people faced each other. Xie Feng, wearing Cao Baoyu's face, smiled slightly.
"It seems you've long suspected I'm an imposter, which is why you were able to evade my Thousand Needle Technique. And who are you, daring to meddle in the affairs of the Hongmen?"

Xie Feng knew far more than most people thought.

This sentence also reveals a clue.

The internal affairs of the Hongmen involve Cao Baoyu, which in turn involves the conflict between Cao Quan'an and Ren Tianxing. He is definitely an insider.

Ning Baihe's face was extremely ugly. Although he had dodged Xie Feng's fatal blow, it had confirmed that Cao Baoyu was not here. This place was merely a trap, a cover.

Although he was overjoyed to have escaped death, his joy seemed insignificant compared to the unknown whereabouts of Cao Baoyu.

Moreover, if today's events were to reach Ren Tianxing's ears, he would surely guess that it was Cao Quan'an's people who did it. As a result, the delicate balance that Cao Quan'an and Ren Tianxing had maintained would inevitably be broken.

The situation had completely collapsed for them.

This cannot be explained simply by Duan Hong's hatred for Red Skull.

If the goal is to delay the process and minimize Ren Tianxing's sensitivity and vigilance regarding this matter, the best approach would be to eliminate everyone in the courtyard and the surrounding casinos, thus creating a fait accompli.

Then, by using Duan Hong, he could completely take the blame for this matter, treating it simply as revenge rather than a search for someone, which might have a slight chance of deceiving Ren Tianxing.

But is it really possible to do that?
Ning Baihe not only doubted their side's strength, but even if they had such strength, did they have such courage?

The next moment, Meng Zhao and Yan Congke, who had been lying in ambush outside, leaped into the courtyard and rushed straight at Wang Song and Xie Feng.

Yan Congke aimed at Wang Song, and the long sword in his hand shone with a dazzling light like the sun in the dark night without stars or moon.

Light flashed, sword energy swept across the sky, a desolate and chilling atmosphere spread between heaven and earth, endless fallen leaves rustled down, heaven and earth were silent, and all sounds were still.

This sword strike completely surpassed Yan Congke's previous peak level. It was the most magnificent flower that bloomed under the framework of Meng Zhao's three sword techniques, Yan Congke's decades of swordsmanship resources, cultivation, and his own swordsmanship talent.

This sword strike represents a peak in swordsmanship that Longxiang County has not seen in nearly ten years; it is beyond the level of ordinary sword masters.

The sword was still in mid-air, its light still shimmering, but the sword energy had already arrived first, drawing a long, thin white line that pierced through layers of air and landed between Wang Song's eyebrows.

Blood was still seeping from Wang Song's hands, and the turbulent energy within his body had not yet subsided. However, after this sword strike, he had no chance or possibility to recover.

A sword can kill, and Yan Congke's sword strike was specifically designed to kill for the sake of killing.

"open!"

Wang Song's internal energy surged outwards, his blood and qi gushed forth, and under the intense circulation of blood and qi, drops of blood seeped from the ends of his two sword-like eyebrows.

His hands formed a semi-circle, cradling his belly in his arms; however, beneath this laughable gesture, it was as if the sun were shining brightly within him.

The domineering, fiery, fierce, and powerful energy condensed in his palm, eventually transforming into a basketball-sized, blazing white spherical energy.

He spread his arms wide and pushed them away in the direction the killing sword was coming from.

Slow, slow, as slow as an old ox plowing the field, yet it carries solemnity, seriousness, and composure.

The moment the sword energy and palm force collided, endless waves of energy radiated outwards from the two people in all directions.

The originally hard floor was riddled with holes the size of a thumb by countless sword energies, and the holes were quite deep.

Many of the walls and floors were covered in black, charred marks, as if they had been baked by the fire for days and nights.

Furthermore, waves of intense heat rose from the courtyard.

Wang Song leaned back with one arm, and a thin line of blood flowed down his palm, gradually gathering into a small pool of blood.

His other hand was huge and blood red, and he took the hit of Duan Hong's Iron Refining Hand's Frosty Palm Force.

The heat and cold energies clashed and eroded each other, causing a thick white mist to rise and envelop the entire courtyard in the blink of an eye.

With two against one, Wang Song was already at a disadvantage, and now he was even more overwhelmed and unable to resist. His defeat was only a matter of time.

Yan Congke only needs to unleash his incomparably fierce swordsmanship at the crucial moment to attack Wang Songzhi's vitals, and that will be enough to secure victory.

On the other hand, Meng Zhao's achievements were equally significant.

As he and Yan Congke flew into the courtyard, Ning Baihe had already launched a perfectly coordinated attack on Xie Feng.

Despite being unarmed, he was able to unleash a powerful palm strike, his palm force flowing endlessly, his energy surging like waves, creating a suffocating and restrictive environment within a few feet around Xie Feng, limiting his movements and actions.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Meng Zhao pressed down, his fists like dragons, striking Xie Feng with an unstoppable, resolute force.

Frost surged from his fist, turning everything in its path into white mist and ice crystals that fell to the ground.

Combined with Ning Baihe's palm techniques, the power of his fist was brought to its maximum.

Faced with this situation, Xie Feng could no longer laugh. His fingers creaked as he pulled out a small box from somewhere and opened it with difficulty.

The next moment, countless tiny steel nails shot out, aimed directly at Meng Zhao and Ning Baihe.

This is a concealed weapon made entirely of metal; in some ways, it could even be called a famous weapon.

Meng Zhao waved his arms, as if sealing off a gap, and his icy energy, with its power to freeze everything, sucked away the moisture in the air, turning it into a thick ice wall that blocked his and Ning Baihe's path.

In an instant, ding ding ding...

A fine, continuous sound, like raindrops falling into the lake, filled the air.

Ice shards flew everywhere, and steel nails embedded themselves in the ice wall for several breaths.

Finally, cracks radiated outwards from the ice wall like a spider web, and with a crack, it shattered into countless tiny ice chunks and crystals.

A portion of it was lifted back towards Xie Feng's location by Meng Zhao with a gentle yet invisible force.

Although Xie Feng was extremely skilled in using hidden weapons, his martial arts were not top-notch. He was caught off guard and attacked unexpectedly.

Amidst the dense, rustling sound of friction, several bowl-sized bloody scars appeared on the face of the Cao Baoyu he was riding on.

Even if Xie Feng escapes, he'll probably be disfigured. Every coin has two sides; it's truly destiny.

He was using Cao Baoyu's face to plot against Ning Baihe.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhao plotted against her, and now her face is disfigured, and her original appearance is gone.

According to Ning Baihe's previous statement, Xie Feng was called the Thousand-Handed Tathagata because of his upright appearance, handsome appearance, and dignified demeanor. Now that his face has been disfigured, the name Thousand-Handed Tathagata is no longer worthy of the name, and he may be renamed the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa.

Rakshasa is an evil spirit, ugly in appearance, fierce and malevolent, which perfectly matches its current form.

Xie Feng, who valued appearance above all else, was now writhing in pain and covered in blood, letting out a howl like that of a vengeful ghost from the deepest hell. His powerful true energy combined with the sound waves, not only spreading far and wide, but also creating a violent roar and explosion within a radius of several feet, with billowing smoke and dust.

His hatred reached its peak, and taking advantage of the explosion and smoke caused by the sound waves, he hid himself in the air and used his specially trained Tathagata Hand technique to unleash all the hidden weapons he had concealed on his body towards Meng Zhao.

A murderous aura, densely packed all around, attacked without leaving any gaps.

Meng Zhao was alert, and his spiritual sense was developed to the limit. The three parts of the Returning to Origin Qi in his body slowly dispersed outside his body, transforming into a water sphere-shaped air shield that flowed and rotated slowly around him.

When Xie Feng's hidden weapons came like locusts, Meng Zhao was not afraid at all. Instead, he relied on the domineering characteristics of the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi to withstand the approaching step by step.

Fists, palms, and legs are used in a coordinated manner, at will, and invincible.

Its energy can be as strong as frost, as flowing as clouds, or as fierce as a gale, distinct and unique yet perfectly blended.

The martial arts techniques displayed along the way were so impressive that even a skilled fighter like Ning Baihe couldn't help but be captivated by them.

Since he began practicing martial arts, he has encountered countless masters and killed numerous powerful individuals.

However, martial arts as artistic as Meng Zhao's have never been seen before.

That qigong was truly unique in its domineering, pure, and resilient nature, bringing the special characteristics of qi to their extreme.

Xie Feng's killing skills and his hidden weapon skills are top-notch, but his martial arts skills are not top-notch.

When he exerted all his strength, unleashed everything without reservation, he was suddenly struck by Meng Zhao's martial arts prowess, and his beliefs and faith crumbled instantly.

Xie Feng once had the opportunity to learn a peerless martial art, but the domineering techniques of the Tathagata Hand attracted all his attention. In a moment of weakness, he chose the Tathagata Hand and gave up that peerless martial art.

In retrospect, his choice was incredibly foolish.

Having chosen the Tathagata Hand, his hidden weapon skills were indeed unmatched, and he had indeed formed an immediate fighting force, demonstrating extraordinary killing methods. In a short time, he became famous throughout the martial arts world, and his reputation spread far and wide.

But this is a trade-off made by consuming one's own potential and future.

Seeing Meng Zhao's martial arts skills and style now fills him with regret.

If he were given another chance to choose, he would definitely choose that peerless martial art, not the hidden weapon technique, the Tathagata Hand.

In fact, even if he were given another chance to learn unparalleled martial arts, he might not be a match for Meng Zhao.

While human choices are important, human characteristics are absolutely equally important.

Judging from Xie Feng's performance, his skill with hidden weapons is indeed top-notch, and his research into hidden weapons is truly impeccable.

He definitely has a talent for this.

His only shortcoming and mistake was choosing Meng Zhao as his opponent.

In other words, even if he had mastered that unparalleled martial art, given his talent and comprehension, he might not have achieved his current combat strength, or even have been able to master it.

Even if one truly achieves great success in cultivation, and wants to fight against someone like Meng Zhao, who has accumulated three lifetimes of spiritual foundation, possesses a martial arts realm that transcends the ordinary and reaches the pinnacle of humanity, and is almost like a god or demon, one would inevitably fall into defeat and perish.

Moreover, if one were to choose to cultivate that unparalleled martial art, one might very well die in a battle long before one's roots are insufficient.

Meng Zhao was completely unaware that his godlike performance had caused such a great upheaval and shock to Xie Feng, the Thousand-Handed Tathagata.

When Meng Zhao closed to Xie Feng's side, his Three-Part Returning Origin Qi, which had been hovering around his body, suddenly surged forth, transforming into a surging waterfall like a silver river falling to earth, crashing down on Xie Feng.

The powerful impact of a waterfall plunging three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven, might not be as great as the sudden burst of Meng Zhao's Threefold Returning to Origin Qi at this moment.

Xie Feng had no more illusions and used his best hidden weapon technique, which was also his trump card.

He then proceeded to disassemble his right hand, finally revealing the mechanical creaking sound that had been playing all along.

It turns out that he had already used the pinnacle of hidden weapons recorded in the Buddha's Hand to sever his right arm, and then reforged and sublimated it with special materials to create the Buddha's Hand, a mechanical device, which he then reattached to his right arm, forming a trump card that was half flesh and blood, half mechanism, and entirely a hidden weapon.

After being disassembled, the five fingers of the right hand suddenly clenched into a ball, retracted, and pressed into five holes, spraying out black powder with a strong, pungent odor, with sparks flickering on it, igniting the black powder.

The Threefold Return to Origin Qi struck down, and the gunpowder exploded with a bang, the huge commotion destroying more than half of the large courtyard.

Such a loud noise spread throughout most of the Red Hole, after all, this commotion was much greater than the last time Duan Hong broke out.

Meng Zhao was also knocked back several feet by the backlash of this powerful force. His internal organs were in turmoil, his blood and qi were churning, and a thin red line came out from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he was also injured.

Their eyes were filled with surprise; they never expected that Xie Feng, the Thousand-Handed Tathagata, would have such a trump card.

If used against a martial artist like Ruan Xiong who practices external strength, he would probably be stabbed to pieces if he tried to withstand it head-on.

Meng Zhao's injuries were not serious. After circulating the Three-Part Returning Qi through his meridians for several cycles, he recovered completely.

If the opponent's methods hadn't been so extraordinary, Meng Zhao wouldn't have even been injured.

However, compared to Meng Zhao, Xie Feng looked far more disheveled at this moment.

His clothes were tattered and covered in charred marks from smoke and fire, with blood flowing everywhere and wounds all over his body.

The most serious injury was to Xie Feng's left hand, which was blown to pieces.

With his right hand severed and his left hand blown apart, he became a complete cripple without both hands. What use was his skill with hidden weapons if he was so good at it?
Ning Baihe stepped forward and easily took his head; Xie Feng, the Thousand-Handed Tathagata, thus perished.

Ning Baihe's expression was complicated, and he sighed.
"If it were me, I'm afraid Xie Feng would be the one laughing last."

His martial arts skills were certainly good, but compared to the final strike of the Buddha's Hand, which was also his trump card, he was ultimately far inferior. (End of this chapter)