The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

In the center of the arena, the killing continued.

After the rain of arrows, the once festive hall had turned into a battlefield of carnage.

The ground was littered with corpses riddled with arrows.

"Kill the demonic cultists!"

With a roar, Fei Bin attacked Liu Zhengfeng, who was still struggling to hold on.

Behind him, Ding Mian and Lu Bai, the two bodyguards, surrounded him in a triangular formation.

Qu Yang was also surrounded by several masters from Mount Song.

The demonic cult's ambush troops, acting as a backup, were no match for the heavily armed government soldiers.

Liu Zhengfeng, with his hair disheveled, had long lost his former composure.

He brandished his longsword, trying to protect his wife and children behind him.

That is the Hengshan School's "Wind-Returning Wild Goose Sword".

With each thrust of the sword, nine sword flowers bloom, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

But in the face of absolute power, skill seems so pale.

Fei Bin's Great Songyang Hand, carrying a scorching palm wind, aimed straight for the center.

when!

The sword and palm clashed, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

Liu Zhengfeng groaned, his longsword almost slipping from his hand, his tiger's mouth splitting open.

Fei Bin's Great Songyang Divine Palm is known for its fierce power; his internal energy is like fire, and when he strikes down, even the air seems to be ignited.

Before Liu Zhengfeng could catch his breath, Ding Mian's palm strike arrived again.

Ding Mian was known as the "Pagoda-Bearing Hand." His palm strikes were steady and powerful, unlike Fei Bin's domineering style, but they were like a mountain pressing down on people, making it hard to breathe.

boom!

Liu Zhengfeng barely managed to parry with his sword, but was so shocked by the palm strike that he staggered back three steps, his back slamming against the corner of the table, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"father!"

Liu Zhengfeng's wife, holding her young child, rushed forward, crying and shouting.

"Don't come any closer!" Liu Zhengfeng's eyes were bloodshot.

It was during this moment of distraction that Lu Bai's insidious palm strike arrived.

Lu Bai, the Crane Hand, is most skilled in sneak attacks and pressure point strikes.

Like a slippery venomous snake, he emerged from under Fei Bin's palm strike and landed a palm on Liu Zhengfeng's left rib.

Click.

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Liu Zhengfeng fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain in his ribs made his vision go black.

His martial arts skills were only slightly different from those of these three.

But now the three Taibao are hunting down one person.

This was a brutal massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

"Brother Qu...you should go..." Liu Zhengfeng looked at Qu Yang, who was being held back by several experts from Songshan Mountain not far away, and smiled bitterly, "Today's situation is my fault for dragging you into this mess."

Qu Yang was also covered in blood at this time.

His zither was broken, and all he had in his hand was a broken sword.

"Brother Liu! We'll die together!"

The Songshan Sect did not kill Qu Yang. They were waiting, using Qu Yang as bait to lure out an even bigger fish.

Fei Bin walked step by step toward Liu Zhengfeng.

"Senior Brother Liu, do you still want to resist?" Fei Bin looked down at Liu Zhengfeng. "If you honestly confess what conspiracy you have with the people of the Demonic Sect, and how you planned to target my Five Mountains Sword Sect, I might be able to give your family a quick death."

"Pooh."

Fei Bin's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand.

Just then, Liu Zhengfeng suddenly burned the last bit of his true energy in his dantian and turned around to pounce on his wife and children.

He pushed hard with both hands, forcefully shoving his wife and ten-year-old son to the side.

That direction leads directly to the headquarters of the Huashan Sect.

"Senior Brother Yue!"

"For the sake of our shared bloodline! You saved my wife and children's lives! I, Liu, will repay you in my next life, even as a cow or a horse!"

The mother and son stumbled and lunged at Yue Buqun.

All eyes were on Yue Buqun.

Chen Qianyang was right behind Yue Buqun, and he wanted to go forward to greet him.

But he clearly saw his master's expression at that moment.

Pity and hesitation are fleeting.

In the end, there was only one almost ruthless decision.

Yue Buqun took a step back.

This step back was taken extremely quickly.

thump.

Liu Zhengfeng's wife, with her child, fell heavily onto the spot where Yue Buqun had been standing.

They looked up, staring blankly at the renowned Gentleman Swordsman.

Yue Buqun closed his folding fan and looked straight ahead.

"Senior Brother Yue!"

"Please..."

puff.

A sword pierced Liu Zhengfeng's chest from behind.

Fei Bin, expressionless, twisted the hilt of his sword, completely shattering Liu Zhengfeng's heart meridian.

The cries stopped abruptly.

Liu Zhengfeng stared wide-eyed at the direction of the Huashan Sect, then his body went limp and he collapsed.

His eyes remained open until his death.

"Clean it up."

Fei Bin drew his blood-stained longsword and casually wiped it on Liu Zhengfeng's corpse.

The two hundred soldiers were still holding crossbows, blocking the gate.

None of the martial arts heroes in the hall dared to speak.

Qu Yang was now cornered, as Lu Bai and Ding Mian joined the fray.

His defeat was only a matter of time, but unlike Liu Zhengfeng, Qu Yang was clearly still useful to Zuo Lengchan.

Chen Qianyang felt a tightness in his chest at that moment.

He looked at Liu Zhengfeng's lifeless body, his eyes wide open, and then at Yue Buqun, who stood calmly in front of him.

That's... disgusting!

"Bring the person over here." Fei Bin waved his hand.

Several disciples from Songshan dragged Madam Liu, who was paralyzed on the ground, and the child to the center of the field.

Mrs. Liu kept crying, but the child was terrified and just trembling all over.

Qu Yang was finally subdued as well.

Several swords were held to his neck, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

He could only watch this scene unfold, his eyes bloodshot.

He knew he would face danger this time, and with the help of the Holy Maiden, he also gathered the disciples of the Divine Sect near Hengyang.

But unexpectedly, Zuo Lengchan's forces were even more terrifying, including elite crossbowmen that were not even present on the northern front against the Mongols.

This time, I've really messed up!

Fei Bin did not rush to kill anyone.

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Chen Qianyang.

Chen Qianyang's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

Fei Bin's lips curled into a cruel smile as he reached out and picked up the ten-year-old child.

"Chen, a junior disciple of the Huashan Sect."

Fei Bin called out this name.

Yue Buqun was startled.

Chen Qianyang did not move.

"Junior Nephew Chen, you are the most outstanding young disciple among our Five Mountains Sword Sect." Fei Bin carried the child and walked step by step toward the Huashan Sect's camp.

He walked to within three steps of Chen Qianyang.

The child was thrown at Chen Qianyang's feet.

"Liu Zhengfeng colluded with the evil cult and deserved to die. But some things still need to be cleaned up."

Fei Bin pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it in front of Chen Qianyang.

"As Alliance Leader Zuo said, the Huashan Sect has always been the mainstay of the Five Mountains Sword Sects. But in recent years, there have been some rumors circulating in the martial arts world, saying that Sect Leader Yue has some reservations about our Songshan Sect."

Fei Bin glanced at Yue Buqun, then looked at Chen Qianyang.

"Today, I'll give you a chance. Kill this brat, and it will prove that your Huashan Sect and the Demonic Sect are irreconcilable enemies. I'll put in a good word for you with Alliance Leader Zuo, and Junior Nephew Chen's chivalrous reputation will spread throughout the martial world. What do you say?"

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes immediately turned to this young Huashan disciple.

Master Dingyi wanted to curse, but was held back by Daoist Tianmen beside her.

On the Diancang Sect's side, Yun Shaohua, who had been hiding to the side, watched this scene with great interest.

Yue Buqun's breathing became rapid.

He looked at the dagger on the ground, then at Chen Qianyang.

His eyes were extremely complex.

Killing a ten-year-old child in public would certainly damage one's reputation as a hero.

But if we don't kill...

The nature of them is quite different.

Moreover, circumstances are beyond one's control.

Facing these disciples from Mount Song and well-equipped soldiers.

It's questionable whether the Huashan Sect can even step out of this gate today.

"Qianyang...for Mount Hua."

Chen Qianyang did not look at his master.

He looked down at the child at his feet.

The child was only ten years old and was wearing a festive little jacket.

This should have been a joyous day.

He must have been looking forward to it for a long time, dreaming of wearing new clothes and having a lively and happy day.

But now...

The new clothes were covered in mud and his father's blood.

He should have been happy, but he was trembling.

That was fear.

Seemingly sensing Chen Qianyang's gaze, the child raised his head.

Those eyes held only an empty despair.

But he still reached out and grabbed his trouser leg.

It's like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

"elder brother……"

The child called out.

The voice was very soft, with a sob in it.

Chen Qianyang's body stiffened.

Oh shit.......