Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 558 A Beauty's Wrath

Qiao Feng and A'Zhu both turned their gazes toward him.

Ren Shaoyang stood there, dressed in a fine cloth robe, his hair tied up in a bun. He was about twenty years old and exceptionally handsome, with exquisite features. However, a bloodstain appeared between his eyebrows, still exuding a murderous aura.

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands and smiled, "Could it be the Sword God in person?"

Ren Shaoyang coughed lightly and nodded, saying, "Brother Qiao, there's no need for that. Just call me Shaoyang."

"Alright." Qiao Feng was a straightforward person and didn't hesitate. He laughed and said, "I have long admired you, and I am truly delighted to meet you now! If this place weren't so inconvenient, I would definitely drink with you until we're both drunk."

Azhu also laughed and said, "Mr. Ren is exceptionally handsome, truly a man of dragon-like bearing and phoenix-like grace." Looking at Azi, she smiled as well, "This little sister is also very cute."

Azi gave her a forced smile, then turned her gaze to the arena.

Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands and said, "You flatter me."

"What Shao Yang just said..." Qiao Feng thought for a moment, "Aren't you worried about Miss Hongxiu?"

“My sister has never suffered a loss,” Ren Shaoyang said. “Although Murong Yan’s swordsmanship is strong, she still can’t hurt her.”

"But I think that Murong Yan is also holding back her strength."

"Yeah, they haven't even gone all out yet."

"I see." Qiao Feng smiled. "Shao Yang thought the battle would be decided in a few moves?"

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "Normally, beyond five hundred moves."

"Such a worthy opponent, such a talented general?" Qiao Feng was slightly surprised.

"In the art of martial arts, talent is paramount!" Ren Shaoyang paused for a moment. "My younger sister and Murong Yan are the most talented in the world, so it is not surprising that they are locked in a fierce battle."

Qiao Feng thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true." After saying this, he frowned and looked around.

Murong Fu and Kumārajīva stared intently at the scene, while Abi nervously watched Murong Fu's back.

They seemed not to have noticed the arrival of Ren Shaoyang and his companion.

Only Huang Shang frowned, glancing at him from time to time, but her gaze was blank, as if she couldn't see him at all.

Qiao Feng exclaimed "Eh!", narrowed his eyes, and focused on the person, and sure enough, he found something different.

The white-robed figure swayed slightly, its rhythm harmonizing with the moonlight, the whispering wind, and the dust floating on the beams. Its robes hung like silken ribbons, its aura serene and still, the light and shadow brushing against it without causing a ripple.

He stood there quietly, blending in with the world, unnoticed by anyone.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Brother Qiao, you've discovered it?"

Qiao Feng sighed and said, "If I hadn't discovered Shao Yang's extraordinary abilities, I might as well have smashed my head against a block of tofu and died." He asked curiously, "Is this your world-famous 'Harmonious Heavenly Law'?"

"I suppose so." Ren Shaoyang looked at the arena and said leisurely, "I created the skill 'Concealing Form and Shadow' in my early years, and now it has been incorporated into 'Harmonious Heaven Law,' so it can be considered a continuation of the same lineage."

"Seeing the big picture from small details," Qiao Feng said, giving a thumbs up. "This is truly eye-opening!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Hongxiu should fight back."

Before he could finish speaking, the situation suddenly changed.

A gentle breeze blew, and a flash of blood-red blade light disappeared, the sound of the wind echoing behind Murong Yan!

Murong Yan clearly noticed and swiftly used her Shadow Step technique to thrust her sword back from under her armpit. This sword strike utilized all her skills, thrusting from an unexpected angle, with surging sword energy and dozens of forces converging at the tip of the sword.

Unexpectedly, Hongxiu, as light as a feather, suddenly leaped high and slashed at her head with her knife, her movements strange and unpredictable, faster than lightning.

"when!"

A loud bang was heard, the air exploded, and the force of the explosion flew everywhere.

Murong Yan swiftly unleashed another sword strike, sending a powerful wave crashing through the air.

With a cheer, Hongxiu flipped over and shattered her silk turban, scattering her black hair as it flew three zhang away.

brush!
Hongxiu dodged the wave of swords, then strangely flew backward, unleashing hundreds of sword lights like a celestial river descending upon her.

Murong Yan shouted, "Sword Interception Style!"

Leaping forward, flying like lightning, in just a few leaps, the sound of thousands of raindrops filled the sky.

Murong Yan remained calm and composed. With a flick of her sword, she unleashed a flurry of slashes and parries against countless blades, each strike perfectly timed and exquisitely executed.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword unleashed a thousand flashes of cold light, and with a leap, he plunged into Hongxiu's embrace.

"Drink!"

Murong Yan flicked her left hand, and sword energy soared into the sky, flying straight towards Hongxiu.

With her red sleeves wrapped around her head, she swiftly deflected the sword energy with two quick slashes, then kicked her left foot through Murong Yan's palm, aiming for her lower abdomen.

With a spurt, Murong Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, her inner energy surging wildly as she staggered backward.

"Great!" Ren Shaoyang clapped and cheered from the side.

Qiao Feng nodded repeatedly: "The skill of Miss Hongxiu in dealing with enemies on the spot is truly eye-opening."

Azi stood to the side, her cheeks puffed out, her little hands clenching the hem of her dress, saying nothing. She seemed completely out of place amidst the jubilation of those around her.

Just then, Hongxiu caught up, "Blood in the Wind" circled around her and slashed wildly with her twin blades.

"Hurry up, faster, come on!" the little beggar shouted.

The classic slogans of the Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier for defending against the enemy resounded once again.

Murong Yan only saw the flashing blades, their origins unknown, her vision blurred. Even worse, her internal energy was unstable, flowing wildly and uncontrollably. Beset by internal and external troubles, she could not attend to both at the same time. Although she used the "Breaking Sword Style" to deflect the incoming blades, her meridians vibrated and her dantian boiled, causing the true energy she had painstakingly gathered to suddenly surge wildly again.

Hongxiu laughed loudly: "You're finished, sister!" She charged forward, slashing diagonally with one blade and then horizontally with the other, determined to finish the job in one fell swoop.

Such fierce and unrestrained swordsmanship made everyone present gasp in shock.

All that could be seen were flashing blades, no people in sight. Murong Yan was caught in the middle of it all, her life hanging by a thread, a truly perilous situation.

Murong Yan was drenched in sweat, but her mind was clear, and she vaguely grasped the key to her opponent's "weakness".

Red Sleeves hovered in mid-air, her true energy shifting and changing in strength, the direction the sword light pointed.

She knew it by heart, leaped forward, and used the "sword-lifting" technique. The long sword rose like smoke, and in a daze, it pierced towards her heart.

This sword strike appears simple, but in reality, it uses elusiveness to conceal its speed and illusion to achieve its purpose, like mist and clouds shrouding a mountain peak, its meaning unfathomable.

Dang Dang Dang!
Before Hongxiu even landed, she was struck by three swords in quick succession. The sword tips thrust and spun, lightly grasping and slowly twisting, demonstrating exquisite skill.

"Well!"

The little beggar fell to the ground, looking as if he were drunk, staggering and pale-faced. He had been struck in a vital spot, with a large hole torn in his chest, beyond repair.

"Beautiful!" Murong Fu and Kumārajīva cheered loudly, clearly excited that Murong Yan had pierced Hongxiu's heart with her sword.

Seeing the sword wound piercing through her heart, and Hongxiu standing there clutching her chest, it was clear that she was about to die!
"Oh dear!" Qiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "This is Miss Hongxiu!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Murong Yan only managed to injure Hongxiu because of her supreme sword intent."

"But her heart was pierced!"

"It doesn't matter."

"No problem?!" Qiao Feng's eyes widened. "Isn't your sister in imminent danger?"

Ren Shaoyang, his gaze fixed on the scene, calmly said, "She won't die."

Qiao Feng frowned and said, "This is nonsense." Unable to bear seeing her die here, he immediately made a gesture with both hands, about to rush into the arena to save Hongxiu.

Unexpectedly, the man in white quietly took a step back, turning his back to him.

Qiao Feng was caught off guard when this person blocked his way, and he was unable to withdraw his palm. He shouted in shock and anger, "What are you doing?"

The next moment, Qiao Feng's heart sank, as he felt the palm strike his back, and his spirit suddenly dissipated.

Even though the opponent is right in front of you and seems within reach, when you try to strike, it feels like you are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, making it impossible to reach them.

Qiao Feng was a top figure of his time. One test was enough to show his superiority. He landed gracefully, filled with admiration.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Brother Qiao, it's not that I'm heartless. It's just that Hongxiu is having a great time, so don't disturb her."

Qiao Feng was somewhat dazed: "Shao Yang's skills are truly incredible. I can only look up to him with admiration."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Brother Qiao, why be so modest? The essence of this technique lies in the word 'pulling'. If one only focuses on changing shapes and skill, one will fall into a lower level."

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, and he said, "Shao Yang's 'Concealing Shadows and Hiding Forms' is such a skill that 'breaks through the opponent's intentions and reaches a state of divine perfection'?" He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply, "I have benefited greatly today, and I am truly grateful to Shao Yang and his sister for their gift!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "What you did back then, you are reaping today."

Qiao Feng was puzzled by what he heard. He looked up and saw Ren Shaoyang standing with his hands behind his back, his hair flowing, and his white clothes as white as snow.

The burly man thought to himself, "Such a person exists in the world! It's truly amazing!" For a moment, he was dazzled by the sight of this person, feeling that he could not look at him for long.

"Sister Murong, you've stabbed my heart so hard."

Hongxiu tossed aside her twin swords, clutched her heart with both hands, and said listlessly.

Murong Yan turned her gaze and sneered, "You witch, you still dare to pretend with me?" She shouted, "Sword Sweep!" and thrust her sword again with a backhand, her aura surging and her momentum unpredictable.

As the onlookers watched, they felt that the clear, green sword light seemed to have come to life, like a serpent flying away or a pearl bird soaring in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, both the man and the sword vanished, and a surge of energy suddenly filled the hall, rushing straight towards Hongxiu.

Murong Fu was a master swordsman, but after just one glance, he was moved to tears and felt ashamed, realizing that his lifelong sword practice had been like a child's dance.

"Huh?" Huang Shang exclaimed suddenly, "What is this?!"

It was as if every pore on Hongxiu's body was overflowing with light, as if an extraordinary change had taken place.

"laugh!"

The longsword pierced through Hongxiu's body, emerging from her back.

Did Murong Yan win?
Qiao Feng and Huang Shang both looked solemn, their pupils trembling.

The women, including Azi, were as if they had seen a deity, their mouths agape in astonishment.

Two illusory figures.

Yes, two phantoms identical to Hongxiu struggled free from her body and shone with golden light.

Ren Shaoyang muttered, "My God, the little beggar has actually learned 'Sword Twenty-Three'?"

“It should be called, ‘A Beauty’s Fury’!” came the repeated voices.

Ren Shaoyang looked up and saw two little beggars, one in red and one in white, squinting and glaring at him.

They snorted coldly, their eerie eyes sweeping indifferently before finally locking onto what was behind him—

Ah Zi, her face pale and filled with panic!

(End of this chapter)