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

Under the protection of Xiang Wentian and others, Ren Yingying stared palely at the tragic scene before her, her heart filled with unbearable pain.

However, as the leader of the cult, she knew that this was not the time for grief.

She forced herself to stay alert, suppressing the metallic taste in her throat and the stinging in her eyes, and began directing the remaining, still-shaken followers to clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and gather their forces to retreat to the main hall to discuss the aftermath.

In that brief moment of relaxation and movement of the troops, another unexpected event occurred!

"Let's do it!"

A cold shout suddenly pierced the lingering stench of blood on Blackwood Cliff.

Meng Fei, who had been lying in wait, led his men to pounce from the eaves and shadows, rushing towards them!

Meng Fei took the lead, his figure moving so fast it almost left a blur, his target aimed directly at Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian at the heart of the crowd!

In an instant, the chilling sword intent of the Thirteen Deadly Swords suddenly erupted, like a shadow of death descending!

The remaining members of the Sun Moon Sect were already in shock when they were suddenly attacked with such ruthlessness and decisiveness, which shocked the martial arts world. They immediately tried their best to fight back.

However, the previous series of fierce battles had already exhausted their strength, and the resistance quickly collapsed in the face of this long-planned second wave of attacks.

As the sword flashed, blood splattered, and several more people died in an instant.

"Yingying—!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out like a thunderclap.

Linghu Chong, who had just escorted the remaining members of the Five Mountains Sect away and was returning, witnessed this shocking scene and was terrified!

In an instant, an unprecedented rage, mixed with deep concern for Ren Yingying, surged to his head.

His eyes were devoid of any of his usual carefree spirit and hesitation. He unleashed the full power of the Nine Swords of Dugu, becoming one with his sword, transforming into a streak of azure lightning that shot straight into the battle!

"Cang—!"

The longsword was drawn, its sound like a dragon's roar!

These people were neither of the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance, and they were ruthless and vicious, even aiming to kill Yingying. In Linghu Chong's eyes, they were already unforgivable, so he showed no mercy in his attack!

The Nine Swords of Dugu—"Sword-Breaking Style," "Spear-Breaking Style," "Palm-Breaking Style"... can be used effortlessly, with exquisite and ruthless techniques that leave no trace!

At the flash of blue light, "Greedy Wolf" and "Heavenly Punishment" who were the first to be hit did not even see where the sword light came from before they felt a chill in their throats, their eyes widened, and with an expression of disbelief, they collapsed to the ground and died!

When the members of the Sun Moon Cult saw Linghu Chong return with awe-inspiring power, having slain several powerful enemies, their morale soared, and their previously scattered resistance was rekindled.

However, on the other side, Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian were already struggling against Meng Fei's unpredictable and fierce swordsmanship, facing imminent danger and on the verge of collapse.

"Yingying!"

Seeing this, Linghu Chong was extremely anxious and had no choice but to abandon his opponent and turn around quickly, rushing towards where Ren Yingying was.

"Brother Linghu, be careful of his swordsmanship!"

He hissed a warning to Wentian, but before he could finish speaking, another deep, bone-revealing bloodstain appeared on his shoulder.

The situation, which was about to be settled, was thrown into turmoil again by Linghu Chong's intervention, resulting in the immediate loss of two of his capable subordinates. A cold glint flashed in Meng Fei's eyes: "You're courting death!"

Suddenly, the longsword in Meng Fei's hand emitted a piercing clang!

The true power of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is now being revealed!

The sword's momentum spread like the netherworld, the aura of death was so thick it was almost tangible, each strike was cunning and ruthless, aimed directly at vital points, and carried a sharp killing intent that could crush one's will.

Although Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords is said to be able to break through all martial arts in the world, Meng Fei's Thirteen Deadly Swords are not only fast, ruthless, and unpredictable, but also contain a destructive sword intent that penetrates to the bone marrow.

Within a few moves, Linghu Chong felt immense pressure, his swordplay was subtly countered, and he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position!

However, after only a few moves, Linghu Chong finally recognized the origin of that unique and terrifying sword style, and exclaimed in astonishment, "The Thirteen Deadly Swords?! You...you are Meng Fei? Brother Meng, please hold your hand, there might be a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstand?"

Meng Fei's lips curled into a cold smile, and his attack not only did not slow down, but became even more ferocious.

"What misunderstanding? We can talk about it after I take them down."

He knew that if they couldn't finish this battle quickly, and were entangled by Linghu Chong, allowing the remnants of the Sun Moon Sect to recover, they might be surrounded and end up like Zuo Lengchan and the others.

Before he finished speaking, he pushed his sword intent to its peak, unleashing the Thirteen Deadly Swords, starting with the tenth sword "Forget Love" and ending with the thirteenth sword "Boundless". The four deadly sword moves were almost simultaneously contained in the sword's momentum, and he thrust them out in succession!

The sword light seemed to transform into an impenetrable, inescapable net of death, completely enveloping Ren Yingying, Xiang Wentian, and even Linghu Chong, who was trying to rescue them!

"Clang! Clang! Clang—!"

The sound of swords clashing was as dense as rain.

"Linghu Chong, considering that you once saved Aya and the other two, I can let it go if you step back now; otherwise... don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."

However, after another ten or so moves, Linghu Chong remained unmoved, and Meng Fei's last bit of patience completely disappeared.

The Thirteen Deadly Swords – the Thirteenth Sword, Incessant Strike! That deadly move, containing destruction and annihilation, was unleashed with ferocity!

The sword light seemed to transform into a twisted, deathly shadow, breaking through Linghu Chong's sword net at an incredible angle!

Linghu Chong felt a chill in his chest as a cold, bone-chilling sword aura pierced his heart and lungs!

Startled, he pushed his movement technique to its limit and retreated rapidly.

"Sizzle—!"

Even though he reacted with lightning speed, his clothes were still torn open by the sharp sword energy, leaving a long gash. His internal energy surged violently, forcing him to retreat seven or eight steps before he could barely stand.

In that split second, Meng Fei flashed forward, his left hand reaching out like an eagle's claw, instantly seizing Ren Yingying's right wrist.

At the same time, his right hand drew a strange arc with his long sword, which was now firmly positioned against Xiang Wentian's neck. With just a slight push, he could take his life.

"Stop it, all of you!!"

Meng Fei let out a sharp shout, his voice, infused with internal energy, boomed like thunder, instantly drowning out all the fighting and cries of alarm!

The chilling killing intent and undeniable control contained in that voice sent a jolt through everyone, causing them to involuntarily freeze in their tracks.

"Brother Meng! Show mercy! Please don't hurt Yingying. We can discuss anything."

Linghu Chong's heart tightened suddenly. Seeing that Ren Yingying was restrained and Xiang Wentian was also on the verge of death, he hurriedly turned around and shouted to the Sun Moon Cult members who were still fighting.

"Stop it, everyone! Stop it! Don't fight!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Sun Moon Cult turned around and saw that the Holy Maiden had been captured and the Right Envoy Xiang Wentian was restrained. Although they were extremely frustrated and resentful, they knew that the situation was hopeless and that continuing to fight would only increase casualties. So they had no choice but to give up and retreat to the sides with resentment on their faces.

"Brother Meng!" Linghu Chong stepped forward quickly, his face full of anxiety and confusion.

"Why...why did you suddenly attack Blackwood Cliff? And why were you so ruthless? Is there some misunderstanding? What about Leader Ren...?"

He had been imprisoned at the bottom of West Lake and was completely unaware of Ren Woxing's surprise attack on Fuzhou, his serious injury to A Luo, and Meng Fei's deadly feud with the Sun Moon Cult.

However, Meng Fei ignored Linghu Chong's question as if he hadn't heard it at all.

His gaze, like the sharpest blade, pierced intently at Ren Yingying, whom he had subdued. His voice was hoarse and filled with oppressive force: "Speak! Where is Lan Fenghuang?! Tell her to get out here and see me right now!"