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Leng Rushuang landed not far behind Shen Yifei.

Ye Wuhen also saw Leng Rushuang, his sword paused for a moment, and a hint of unease flashed across his face.

The image of him being told to "get lost" in public in the side hall resurfaced, and now people are seeing him chasing after a mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. If word gets out, people will think that the young master of Ten Thousand Swords Manor only bullies the weak.

But then I thought, it's a good opportunity to let Leng Rushuang see Ye Wuhen's sword.

"Palace Master Leng, what a coincidence?" Ye Wuhen withdrew his sword stance, cupped his hands in greeting, and still wore a fawning smile, seemingly forgetting the humiliation he suffered at the Golden Crow Sect.

Leng Rushuang ignored him.

Ye Wuhen was once again rebuffed, and the fire in his heart burned up again. He originally wanted to find two female cultivators from the Golden Crow Sect to vent his anger after the banquet, but Lu Ya told him that Shen Yifei had already run away, and even told him the direction he had escaped.

Now, with another fire burning inside him, he channeled all that anger onto Shen Yifei.

He turned to look at Shen Yifei, who had just gotten up from the ground, and sneered, "Sect Master Shen, those two sword strikes were just an appetizer. Now I'll show you the true swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor."

After saying that, he flipped his wrist, and the white light on the longsword surged, with sword intent pressing down all around.

Shen Yifei felt the oppressive aura was many times stronger than before, as if a mountain had crashed directly onto his head. His knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.

"Master, this guy's serious!" Liu Mengli shouted from inside the cauldron, "If you can't beat him, run!"

"Run my ass, where do you think you're going? There are four lackeys blocking the way around us." Shen Yifei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Ye Wuhen's movements.

Ye Wuhen led four disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, each possessing a powerful aura and all at the Great Ascension Realm.

Ye Wuhen's longsword shone brightly with white light, and a three-foot-long light sword phantom condensed at the tip of the sword, exuding a sharp aura.

"The first move of Ten Thousand Swords Return to One! Break the Heavens!" Ye Wuhen shouted, slashing his longsword down at Shen Yifei.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei cursed inwardly, "Damn it, my first move, Breaking Army, and he can even break the heavens? That name is more imposing than mine!"

The illusory light sword detached from the sword and hurtled straight toward Shen Yifei's face with a piercing whistling sound.

Shen Yifei knew he couldn't withstand the sword strike, but he had no way to dodge it. The path behind him was blocked by four disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, and both sides were filled with boulders; dodging would only put him in a more passive position.

He gritted his teeth, held the Listening Tide Sword horizontally in front of him, and the small vortex in his dantian spun wildly, channeling all his spiritual power into the sword.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the Listening Tide Sword and the illusory light sword collided.

Shen Yifei felt as if his arm had been bitten by some giant beast, the bones making a creaking sound, and the Listening Tide Sword almost flew out of his hand.

The vortex spun rapidly, constantly devouring the sword energy on the phantom. But the force was too great; he was sent flying, tumbling twice in the air before crashing to the ground and rolling several times before finally stopping after hitting a large rock.

"Cough cough..." Shen Yifei coughed twice, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He looked down at the Listening Tide Sword in his hand; a shallow crack had appeared on the blade.

"Damn it." Shen Yifei's heart ached, and he quickly put the sword into his storage ring.

Ye Wuhen stood there, somewhat surprised that this kid had actually caught another of his moves.

But seeing Shen Yifei's disheveled appearance, he still smiled smugly, "How about it? The swordsmanship of Wanjian Manor, does it still meet Sect Master Shen's standards?"

He deliberately glanced at Leng Rushuang as he spoke.

Leng Rushuang stood on the large rock, followed by eight female disciples in white robes, lined up in a row.

Her face was covered by a veil, so Ye Wuhen couldn't see her expression, but her eyes were fixed on Shen Yifei without even glancing at him!

Shen Yifei got up from the ground, grinned at Ye Wuhen, and said, "Young Master Ye, your swordsmanship is indeed impressive. I thought you were going to unleash a powerful move, yelling 'Breaking the Heavens,' but you can't even break through my defenses!"

Ye Wuhen's expression changed drastically. "You fucking want to die!"

He thrust out his sword, this time without using sword energy, but instead directly closing in, his longsword aimed straight for Shen Yifei's throat.

If Shen Yifei loses his sword, it would be dishonorable for him to use sword energy to injure him again.

This time, he was going to use his sword to tear Shen Yifei to pieces. Especially his mouth; he was going to pull out every single tooth in it!

Shen Yifei dodged to the side, and at the same time, he flipped his wrist and took out a dagger from his storage ring, stabbing it towards Ye Wuhen's ribs.

Ye Wuhen twirled his longsword, parried the dagger, and then kicked Shen Yifei in the stomach.

The kick was quite powerful, sending Shen Yifei staggering back several steps. However, the small vortex in his dantian absorbed half of the force, leaving only a slight stomachache.

Even a single palm strike from a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator like Bai Lu couldn't harm him, let alone Ye Wuhen's. He completely ignored any damage from Ye Wuhen's fists and feet!

"Young Master Ye, you seem to be lacking energy!" Shen Yifei rubbed his stomach, looking disdainful.

Ye Wuhen's face was already charred black; the speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.

Shen Yifei made a sarcastic remark that touched on Ye Wuhen's sore spot.

He was fond of wine and women from a young age. He started peeping at maids bathing when he was ten, and by the time he was thirteen or fourteen, he had ruined all the maids of Wanjian Manor.

When his father, Ye Qianqiu, found out, he was so angry that he almost broke his legs, but he couldn't withstand his wife's crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide, so in the end, the matter was dropped.

The result of his fondness for wine and women was that Ye Wuhen's foundation remained unstable. Although his cultivation level had improved, his core was very weak.

His body had long been depleted by wine and women, and he had to rely on pills to keep going every time he slept with a woman, otherwise he would finish in no time.

Initially, this matter was a top secret within Wanjian Manor, known only to his father and mother.

But the truth can't be hidden forever. Over the years, many women who had been defiled by him have gonessiped behind his back, saying that the young master had a handsome face but was impotent.

Now that Shen Yifei is saying "no" to his face, isn't that like hitting a nerve?

"You fucking want to die!"

Ye Wuhen's eyes turned red, and a bright white light shone from his longsword as his sword intent surged to its peak.

This time he held back, thrusting his sword out so hard that the air itself was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Shen Yifei had anticipated this.

He dodged to the side at lightning speed, and the sword energy grazed his shoulder, tearing a gash in his clothes.

However, Ye Wuhen immediately pressed forward and struck Shen Yifei's chest with a palm strike. This palm strike contained all of his power, and he was determined to kill Shen Yifei with it.

Shen Yifei had just dodged the sword energy and hadn't even regained his footing when Ye Wuhen's palm struck his chest. There was no time to dodge again, or even to activate the vortex in his dantian.

The moment the palm force entered the body, the vortex in the dantian automatically rotated, only absorbing a small portion of it.

But even a palm strike with ten percent of the power of a Mahayana early stage cultivator would be enough to hurt him.

Shen Yifei felt as if a bull had struck his chest, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he was sent flying backward.

He flew directly towards the large rock where Leng Rushuang was standing.

From the moment he was struck by the palm strike to the moment he flew to Leng Rushuang's side, only a breath had passed. The eight maids beside Leng Rushuang had no time to react.

Leng Rushuang was also in a daze, not knowing why.

Shen Yifei flew past her without slowing down, and in his haste, he grabbed Leng Rushuang's skirt.

With a "rip," a piece of Leng Rushuang's skirt was torn off.