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However, Shan Meixian seemed to have seen through his intentions and did not rush to attack. She simply stood with her sword, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Her aura was firmly locked onto Xi Ying, searching for the slightest fluctuations and flaws in that invisible aura network.

Xi Ying frowned slightly. The other party's composure made him somewhat uncomfortable. With a thought, the expanding and fluctuating energy around him suddenly intensified, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating invisible ripples that pressed down on Shan Meixian, attempting to disrupt her mind and swordplay.

At the very moment when the energy fluctuations were most intense, as if the entire space was squeezing towards Shan Meixian—

Shan Meixian suddenly shouted, "Break!"

Without her making any move, the "Flowing Wave Sword" in her hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, autumn-water-like cold light! The incomparably pure true energy within her body, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, instantly flowed through the meridians and acupoints of her limbs and bones, converging into a mighty and fierce torrent, seemingly piercing through the sword without reservation!

This sword strike was not aimed at Xi Ying himself, but rather drew an unpredictable arc, striking heavily on the invisible yet real "Heavenly Net of Qi" in front of Xi Ying! More precisely, it struck the point within the constantly fluctuating and expanding net of qi where the power was most concentrated and where the changes were most sluggish!

The precision with which he chose his location and the ingenuity with which he seized the opportunity made it seem as if he had already grasped all the secrets of the operation of the "Purple Qi Heavenly Net." The instructor's expression changed drastically, and alarm bells rang in his mind!
"Boom—!"

A dull, thunderous sound, like the sound of breaking leather, exploded inside the pavilion!

The force of the impact caused visible ripples to spread outwards from the point of impact, making the window frames hum and even causing the incense burner in the corner to shake.

Xi Ying felt an extremely condensed and incomparably sharp force, like an ice-breaking cone, fiercely piercing through his proud qi network defense. Through the qi sensing, it directly shocked his blood and qi, causing him to churn. He groaned and involuntarily took a step to the side before barely dissipating the impact.

Shan Meixian only swayed slightly in the upper body, her jade-like hand holding the sword as steady as a rock.

It wasn't that her skill level was significantly higher than Xi Ying's, but rather that the difference lay in how she used her power. Shan Meixian's sword strike concentrated all her power to break through the surface; while Xi Ying's Purple Qi Net, though covering a wide area, had relatively dispersed power. Therefore, in this exchange, Shan Meixian had the upper hand.

The spectators upstairs were all dumbfounded. Although they couldn't see the mystery of the invisible energy net, they could clearly see that Xi Ying was forced to retreat under Shan Meixian's sword! Fan Zhuo and Feng Zhen looked at each other in shock, never expecting that this Lady Dongming would be so powerful!
Xi Ying's expression finally changed. The contempt and mockery in his purple eyes vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of shock and anger.

We absolutely cannot let Shan Meixian continue like this, otherwise we will only find ourselves in a completely passive and defensive situation!
"Ow—!"

A piercing shriek, like the cry of a night owl, suddenly emanated from Xi Ying's mouth. His face glowed with a deep purple aura, and even the exposed skin on his neck and the backs of his hands faintly shimmered with a purple light. Stepping on a strange and unpredictable technique, his figure instantly transformed into a blurry blue shadow, leaving behind several shifting afterimages in the small space, dazzling the eye and making it difficult to pinpoint his true location.

The next moment, he had already moved to Shan Meixian's left side like a ghost, his left hand pointing down like a knife! This palm strike seemed ordinary, without the slightest sound of wind, yet all the spectators upstairs felt an incomparably sharp palm force that seemed capable of tearing everything apart, its power so great that it could make an army retreat and was irresistible! No matter who was the first to bear the brunt, it seemed that they had no choice but to retreat for the time being.

However, faced with this terrifying palm strike capable of shattering stone tablets, Shan Meixian made a move that completely surprised everyone—

She closed her eyes!

The instant Xi Ying unleashed his fierce roar and shifted his body, Shan Meixian's extraordinary senses clearly perceived the changes in airflow and subtle shifts in the center of gravity of Xi Ying's entire "Heavenly Net" caused by the movement of its main body. Those seemingly mysterious footwork, in her perception, were merely visual illusions created by the movement of the net's nodes.

Since the naked eye can no longer be trusted, then let's just not believe it!
Relying entirely on her extraordinary aura perception, Shan Meixian shifted sideways, while her "Flowing Wave Sword" drew a clear, moonlit arc. The blade, perfectly aligned, preemptively met Xi Ying's palm strike, which was imbued with the ferocious power of "Purple Qi Heavenly Net"!

Use the sharpness of the sword tip to meet the sharpness of the palm strike!

Is Xi Ying's "Purple Qi Heavenly Net" palm strike more powerful, or is Shan Meixian's "Flowing Wave Sword" more swift?
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, waiting for the next earth-shattering moment.

Wanwan, who was leaning against the door, slightly suppressed the playful smile on her lips, and a serious glint flashed in her eyes.

Xi Yingna's palm strike, imbued with the ferocious power of "Purple Qi Heavenly Net," clashed fiercely with the tip of Shan Meixian's "Flowing Wave Sword," which struck first despite being delayed, within a mere inch!
Instead of the expected sharp, metallic clang, a strange, muffled sound, like thunder yet also like tearing fabric, erupted!

"Boom—Sizzle!"

Two forces, vastly different in nature yet equally powerful and immense, suddenly collided, squeezed, and tore apart!
Xi Ying's palm strike was subtle yet vicious, possessing an corrosive and binding quality, like countless invisible purple threads winding around the sword, attempting to envelop and wear down the sharp sword light layer by layer.

Meanwhile, Shan Meixian's sword energy was condensed as if it were a substance, and was incomparably sharp. It also contained the softest and most resilient, continuous water attribute true essence cultivated from the "Water Cloud Sleeve Technique". It was like a flood breaking through the dam, or like the dark current in the deep sea, constantly impacting and cutting the purple energy that was entangled in it.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread out from the point of their clash!
"Crack! Bang!"

The exquisite rosewood round table inside the pavilion was the first to be struck by the dissipating force, shattering instantly into pieces, splintering wood everywhere. Porcelain and jade ornaments on the display shelves along the wall shattered and crumbled on the floor. The soft Persian carpet was torn in several places by an invisible force, and even the thick walls developed fine cracks. The window frames trembled violently, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Shan Meixian felt a chilling, eerie, yet intensely burning, foreign energy coursing through the sword like a bone-deep infection, violently assaulting her meridians. She groaned, a sweet, metallic taste rising in her throat, which she forcibly swallowed. Her body trembled violently, and she involuntarily staggered back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the soft carpet before she finally regained her balance.

She raised her hand and gently wiped away a trickle of bright red blood from the corner of her lips with her sleeve. Her face was slightly pale, but her clear, autumn-water-like eyes shone with an astonishing brightness as she stared intently at Xi Ying. A cold, mocking smile even appeared on her lips.

Xi Ying was also having a hard time.

He felt as if his palm strike, powerful enough to melt gold and corrode bones, had struck a constantly rotating, deflecting water curtain. Countless fine, needle-like, and knife-like sword energies rebounded from his palm strike. A piercing pain shot through his palm; looking down, he saw a deep, bone-revealing gash in his hand, dripping with blood! Furthermore, a gentle yet incredibly resilient water-attribute true energy surged upwards along the meridians of his arm, causing a tingling, numb, and excruciating pain wherever it passed, as if pierced by ice needles or eroded by soft water. He staggered back three steps, knocking over the soft couch behind him, before finally stopping, clutching his injured right hand, his face so grim it was almost dripping with water.

This time, the two were evenly matched, and neither of them was able to gain a clear advantage!
Xi Yingzi's purple eyes flashed rapidly as his gaze swept quickly over Wanwan, who stood calmly and smilingly at him by the door, then glanced at Fan Zhuo and Feng Zhen, who stood at the end of the corridor with their hands at their sides, subtly blocking his path. His ominous premonition grew stronger. Shan Meixian's difficulty exceeded his expectations, and the girl in red was even more unfathomable. This was no place to linger!

Run! You must run away immediately!

Upon realizing this, a fierce and resolute glint flashed in Xi Ying's eyes. He gritted his teeth, and instantly, the purple aura on all the exposed skin of his face, neck, and the backs of his hands intensified, the eerie purple glow almost emanating from his body! The previously invisible yet tangible aura around him suddenly became visible to the naked eye, and the dense purple energy surged wildly from his body like boiling smoke!
"A net stretches across the heavens and the earth, auspicious purple clouds rise from the east! Open it for me!"

Xi Ying let out a beast-like roar, pushing the power of "Purple Qi Heavenly Net" to an unprecedented extreme! Instead of using himself as the center to create a net to bind his opponent, he unleashed the vast purple energy like a burst dam, pouring and crashing wildly and indiscriminately towards Shan Meixian and the doors and windows behind her!

At this moment, he seemed to transform into a purple demon god. The air inside the entire "Listening Tide Pavilion" was distorted, the light was dimmed, and all objects trembled violently, cracked, and even began to decompose under the impact of that terrifying purple energy! He wanted to use this life-saving strike, which he had condensed with all his strength, to force back Shan Meixian, and even collapse the walls, to blast a path for his own survival!
The surging, destructive purple energy wave rushed towards Shan Meixian like a tsunami! Its power was so great that it would make any expert change color and subconsciously choose to temporarily avoid its edge!

Dan Meixian's pupils contracted slightly. Faced with this overwhelming attack, she dared not take it head-on. She moved slightly and tried to retreat to the side and back. At the same time, the Liubo Sword in her hand created many sword shadows to protect her body.

However, just as Xi Ying unleashed his full power, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to arise, his body slightly propelled forward by the outpouring of energy, his attention completely focused on Shan Meixian and the path ahead—

Wanwan, who had been leaning against the door frame, moved!
The charming, languid smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, icy edge. Without any apparent movement, a vibrant, blood-red ribbon, like a venomous snake, silently shot out from her wide sleeve!

The red ribbon was moving faster than the naked eye could perceive, as if it had pierced through space and ignored the rampant purple energy (or rather, when the energy touched the red ribbon, it was twisted and slid away by an even stranger force), and it wrapped around Xi Ying's left calf, which was about to use the force to push off the ground and leap backward!

"what?!"

Xi Ying's expression changed drastically as he felt a sudden tightening in his left leg. An irresistible, extremely subtle and unpredictable force emanated from the ribbon, instantly shattering the true energy defense on his leg and, like the most resilient vine, tightly binding his bones and meridians! His forward momentum was abruptly interrupted by this sudden pull!
"Come back!"

With a sharp cry, Wanwan flicked her wrist! The seemingly soft red silk ribbon instantly taut, and a tremendous force surged along the ribbon!

Xi Ying felt an irresistible force coming from his legs, and like a fish being caught, he was involuntarily pulled backward and flew back, crashing heavily back into the mess inside the pavilion! His carefully constructed escape momentum was completely shattered by Wanwan's seemingly casual yet perfectly executed strike!

In that split second when Xi Ying was pulled back, losing control of his body and leaving his vulnerable spot exposed—

How could Shan Meixian let go of this golden opportunity that Wanwan had created for her? Her eyes flashed with murderous intent as she forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi within her body, pouring all her power into the "Flowing Wave Sword" in her hand!
"Xi Ying! Prepare to die!"

A cold shout rang out. Instead of getting close, Shan Meixian swung her jade arm and flung the gleaming soft sword in her hand like a javelin!

"call out--!"

The Flowing Wave Sword transformed into a silver streak that tore through the air, emitting a shrill, piercing shriek! The sword energy, condensed from Shan Meixian's life's cultivation, was highly compressed on the blade, causing even the pervasive purple energy to be forcibly pushed aside and torn apart wherever the sword light passed!
This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!
Xi Yinggang was thrown around, completely disoriented, his blood churning. His protective aura, weakened by the full force of his attack and Wanwan's interference, had begun to weaken, a weakness that could have been fatal. He watched helplessly as the deathly silver light rapidly enlarged in his pupils, trying to dodge, trying to block, but his body, out of control and in excruciating pain, slowed him by a fraction of a second!
"Pfft——!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and bone was clearly heard by everyone present.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The silver streak pierced Xi Ying's chest with pinpoint accuracy, exiting through his back and leaving a trail of blood! The sharp sword energy contained within the blade erupted instantly, shattering his heart meridian!
The shock, resentment, and bitterness on Xi Ying's face froze instantly. He lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the hilt of the sword still trembling slightly against his chest. He then raised his head with difficulty, looking at the purple-clad woman not far away, whose face was icy cold and whose killing intent had not subsided. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, only large gushes of blood gushed out.

Those unsettling purple eyes quickly dimmed, eventually losing all their luster.

"boom!"

The ruthless "Heavenly Lord" Xi Ying collapsed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His once terrifying purple eyes remained wide open, gazing at the magnificent coffered ceiling of the pavilion, but could no longer reflect any image.

Having roamed the martial world for decades and mastered the lost art "Purple Qi Heavenly Net," this powerful figure of the demonic path, intending to make a comeback and stir up trouble once again, met his end in the brothels of this land of Sichuan.

The room was deathly silent.

Only the "Flowing Wave Sword" that pierced through Xi Ying's body had a single drop of crimson blood slowly dripping from its tip, spreading into a small, shocking blood flower on the tattered carpet.

pat.

The sound was soft, yet it struck like a heavy hammer, resonating in the hearts of every spectator. (End of Chapter)