From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

These words were like a thunderclap, or a bucket of ice water, poured down on Meng Fei's mind, which was almost completely consumed by murderous intent.

Mount Heng? Aya Aro... in Mount Heng?

Meng Fei's "No Return" sword intent, which had been gathered to its peak and was about to burst forth, suddenly froze!

In a fit of shock, the "No Return" sword move that had already been unleashed immediately went out of control.

"Sizzle—!"

A piercing sound of tearing silk rang out, and the out-of-control sword energy transformed into an arc, fiercely sweeping across the chest of the nearest Abbot Fangzheng.

"puff!"

Master Fangzheng let out a muffled groan as his protective inner energy was instantly torn apart by the sudden sword energy, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest.

Almost at the same moment, Meng Fei, due to a severe shock to his mind, forcibly withdrew his move, creating a fatal flaw.

Linghu Chong's sword, which was meant to force Meng Fei to defend, was not stopped in time. With a "thud," the tip of the sword was instantly pierced into Meng Fei's chest!

The excruciating pain of the longsword piercing his flesh, coupled with the disruption of his internal energy, caused Meng Ling to groan softly, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

A deathly silence fell instantly on the Fengchan Platform.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change in the blink of an eye!

One second the three were fiercely fighting, their killing intent soaring to the sky, the next second, Master Fangzheng was seriously injured and sent flying, and Meng Fei was also stabbed by Linghu Chong. The situation on the stage took a sharp turn for the worse.

However, Meng Fei seemed oblivious to the excruciating pain of his wound. He stared intently at Linghu Chong, who was right in front of him, and his bloodied hand suddenly gripped the sword that was piercing his chest.

"Linghu... Brother Linghu! What you just said... is it true? Or... are you lying to me?! They... are they really in Hengshan? How are they now?!"

Looking at the wound on Meng Fei's chest and his eyes, which were filled with pain yet hope, Linghu Chong felt a mix of emotions. He slowly nodded and said in a deep voice, "It's absolutely true. This matter... it's a long story, but please believe me. Your two friends are currently recuperating at Hengshan. I have instructed the Hengshan disciples to take good care of them."

Then, seeing the urgency in Meng Fei's eyes, Linghu Chong added, "This is not the place to talk. As for Sect Leader Yu's matter... please put it aside for now. The most urgent matters are your injuries, and... Master Fangzheng's injuries."

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the obsession that had supported him to fight so fiercely and at all costs seemed to have been mostly drained away in an instant.

He then slowly released his grip on the sword, allowing Linghu Chong to draw it out.

"Okay, I believe you."

Having said that, he stopped looking at Linghu Chong and turned his gaze to Master Fangzheng, who was being urgently treated by the Shaolin monks in the distance. He supported his swaying body and staggered toward Master Fangzheng, who was being helped up by the Shaolin monks.

The crowd along the way automatically parted to make way for the young man who had just displayed his amazing swordsmanship, their eyes filled with awe, fear, and curiosity.

Arriving before Fang Zheng, Meng Fei saw a Shaolin monk who had been severely injured while trying to persuade him. He stopped, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his robes, and poured out a warm-colored pill—the "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill" he had won in the lottery earlier.

"Master, I apologize for my previous offense. This is the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, which may alleviate your injuries."

Before he could finish speaking, several Shaolin disciples guarding Fangzheng glared at him angrily. One hot-tempered monk even shouted, "Who cares about your pills! Stop pretending! If it weren't for you..."

"Huiming... you must not be rude."

Master Fangzheng immediately signaled his disciples to be quiet, then calmly looked at the pill in Meng Fei's hand, and then at Meng Fei's tired but genuine eyes, and nodded slightly.

Upon seeing this, an older monk, though indignant, stepped forward and took the "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill." After checking that everything was normal, he handed it to Master Fangzheng.

Master Fang Zheng had no doubts and took the medicine. As the medicine took effect, his complexion improved somewhat.

"Benefactor Meng...you are very kind."

Master Fangzheng took a breath and looked at the wound on Meng Fei's chest that was also bleeding profusely. He sighed, "Since... Sect Leader Linghu has confirmed that your two friends are... safe and sound, can this matter... be put aside for now? An eye for an eye will never end well."

Seeing how easily Master Fangzheng trusted and took the pills provided by this "evil swordsman," Meng Fei couldn't help but feel a surge of sincere admiration.

Seeing that Fang Zheng had taken the pill so easily, Meng Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

"I understand the master's meaning, but..."

Meng Fei nodded, his voice slightly low, and then turned his gaze to Yu Canghai, whose face was full of resentment and fear.

He walked step by step toward Yu Canghai, his killing intent growing stronger with each step, until he stopped a few steps in front of Yu Canghai.

"Yu Canghai, today, because of you, the master was seriously injured. However... out of respect for Master Fangzheng's compassion, I can give you a chance."

With a clang, the longsword was drawn, its tip pointing directly at Yu Canghai.

"If you can survive nine sword strikes from my blade, I will spare your life today. Do you dare to accept?"

Seeing Meng Fei's still-bleeding wound and his obviously unstable breathing, a fierce glint flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes.

Meng Fei is already seriously injured, and the power of his swordsmanship must be greatly reduced. I may not be without the ability to fight him. If I can take this opportunity to kill this major threat here...

He immediately suppressed his excitement and feigned composure: "Fine! Since you insist on fighting, I will accompany you to the end. However, let's make a deal beforehand: after the Nine Swords, regardless of the outcome, our grudges will be settled for now!"

"If you still refuse to give up, then one day... I will be waiting for you at Mount Qingcheng."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

"Yu Canghai is scared and wants to hide back in Qingcheng Mountain."

"How could he not be afraid? Even Master Fangzheng found Meng Fei's swordsmanship difficult to withstand. However... nine sword strikes, I wonder if Yu Canghai can endure them?"

"What a brilliant plan! They're going to hold the decisive battle on their own territory. If Meng Fei dares to go up the mountain alone, those hundreds of Qingcheng disciples will swarm him, and I'm afraid..."

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, all understanding the deeper meaning behind Yu Canghai's words.

However, Meng Fei seemed oblivious to the discussions below the stage and Yu Canghai's schemes, only slightly raising the corners of his mouth to reveal a cold smile.

"Mount Qingcheng? Don't worry, I'll go!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

The First Sword Technique – Serpent Probes the Cave!

Despite being severely injured, the speed of this sword strike did not seem to decrease much; the sword light meandered like a serpent, making it difficult to predict its final destination.

Upon seeing this, Yu Canghai was greatly alarmed. He dared not underestimate his opponent or take any chances, and hurriedly used the Pine Breeze Sword Technique to defend with all his might.

"laugh!"

As the sword flashed, Yu Canghai's left sleeve tore open, leaving a bloody mark. He hadn't even been able to see through the opponent's first sword strike.

Before Yu Canghai could react, the second sword strike—Three Star Soul Stealing—was already launched.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three blood flowers bloomed on Yu Canghai's chest, and then the sword momentum continued. The third sword—the rainbow piercing the sun—was once again aimed directly at Yu Canghai.

The audience could clearly see that, given the swordsmanship Meng Fei was displaying at that moment, even if he was seriously injured, he probably wouldn't need three sword strikes to kill Yu Canghai.

However, Meng Fei did not immediately take his life.

The fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword... the first six moves of the Thirteen Deadly Swords were executed by Meng Fei in an almost playful manner, one after another.

Each sword strike left a wound, some deep and some shallow, on Yu Canghai's body. These wounds, however, avoided vital points, and no matter how Yu Canghai tried to defend himself, he could not withstand them.

This was no longer a duel, but a humiliation. Meng Fei was using his sword to peel away Yu Canghai's dignity and pride as the leader of a sect, inch by inch.

The Seventh Sword – Awakening of Insects!

The sword light exploded, and Yu Canghai suffered several more wounds, his protective aura was on the verge of collapse.

The Eighth Sword – Weeping Blood!

The sword light, like a blood mist, enveloped Yu Canghai completely.

Yu Canghai felt his blood and qi stagnate, and his internal energy circulation suddenly stopped.

In that split second, a sword light, condensed to its fullest extent, flashed through the blood mist.

The ninth sword strike has already been unleashed!

This sword strike was so fast that it exceeded the limits of everyone's visual perception. Thousands of eyes below the stage could not see how the sword was thrust out or how it was withdrawn!

They only saw Meng Fei's figure sway slightly, and then... everything returned to stillness.