109: Chapter 109 The two are worlds apart!

Murong Fu missed with his strike and immediately changed his Move. With a light tap of his feet, his body swept out in a half-circle like a whirlwind, the sword tip pointing directly at Wang Yuyan's right ribs.

"Jade Ruyi," Wang Yuyan called out softly.

A strangely shaped Flying Sword with a handle carved like a ruyi arrived at her call, blocking the sudden strike.

Murong Fu's offensive did not stop; he swung the long sword in his hand several times, conjuring several sword shadows to launch a stormy attack around Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan's expression became increasingly steady as she softly called out the names of the swords one by one.

The thirteen Flying Swords seemed to have gained spirits, circling and dancing according to her will to neutralize all of Murong Fu's sword Moves.

Instead, it was Murong Fu who gradually began to struggle.

He knew Wang Yuyan's background all too well.

Though she had read the martial arts of every Sect and school, she had never possessed any martial arts herself.

In Murong Fu's eyes, she was nothing more than a burden.

He wanted to restore Great Yan; how could he have the time to look after an incompetent person?

But in just a few short days, that once weak and powerless cousin could actually control legendary Flying Swords!

He had seen the power of that peerless sword casket with his own eyes.

In the hands of Wushuang City Lord Zhao Guyan, its power was enough to shake heaven and earth.

Even if it wasn't as unfathomable as the Martial Arts Hall Master, to him, it was already like an insurmountable chasm.

Now, such a divine Sharp Weapon was actually mastered by the Wang Yuyan he had deemed useless.

How could he accept this?

Jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

"On what basis?" Murong Fu suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated, his eyes as dark as ink.

He stared fixedly at Wang Yuyan, his eyes filled with nothing but indignation and resentment.

"I have practiced martial arts bitterly since I was a child, never daring to slacken for a moment.

I consider myself no less diligent than anyone else, but what about you? You lived in luxury, were pampered and spoiled, and were so weak that you looked like you would fall over in a gust of wind.

Why was he willing to accept you, yet turned a blind eye to me?"

Wang Yuyan stood still, her expression as calm as water.

"On what basis did he look down on me? Where am I inferior to you? I have done everything in my power to restore my country, I..."

He looked down at the sword in his hand, then suddenly looked up again, his eyes filled with madness.

"It was you who stole my Opportunity! It must have been your beauty that bewitched him!"

"A person who can be enchanted by beauty is not worthy of being my Revered Master! That's right, I should go find Leader Ye of Heaven Beyond Heaven; he is the one worthy of my discipleship!"

As if grasping at his last hope, Murong Fu suddenly swung his sword, and a streak of Sword Qi burst through the air, heading straight for the people nearby.

They were watching the scene in shock.

And Murong Fu's aura also changed at this moment.

He had actually achieved a Breakthrough, and the Sword Intent within his body quietly underwent an Awakening.

However, that Sword Intent carried a hint of evil.

Gloomy and paranoid.

With a flash of sword light, the Sword Qi was instantly crushed.

"You are not qualified to judge my Revered Master.

Bao Third Brother and Feng Fourth Brother have followed your Murong family for many years, yet you actually have the heart to strike them down? Does someone like you still dream of restoring a country?"

Wang Yuyan finally spoke, her tone no longer containing the cowardice of the past, but instead carrying a trace of coldness.

"They are retainers of the Murong family; isn't it only natural for them to give their lives for Great Yan?" Murong Fu showed no remorse, speaking as if it were perfectly justified.

"Indeed, Revered Master was right; you truly are cold-blooded and heartless.

Even if you were given even greater power, you are destined to never achieve anything great!"

Wang Yuyan remembered Su Rui's evaluation of Murong Fu, and only now did she truly understand its meaning.

Previously, she felt her Revered Master's words were too harsh, but now it seemed every word was the truth.

She no longer wished to entangle herself with Murong Fu.

With a light flick of her finger, the Red Leaf sword beside her turned into a crimson light and shot straight out.

Murong Fu snorted coldly and raised his sword to strike it aside, knocking the Red Leaf sword off course.

Immediately after, the three swords Cang, Mang, and Shasheng attacked again in a triangular Formation.

Murong Fu retreated several steps and swung his sword to parry, barely managing to force the three Flying Swords away.

The sight was startling; except for one magnificent long sword that remained suspended before Wang Yuyan like a burning flame, the other twelve blades had unsheathed like a cluster of stars, all attacking Murong Fu at once.

Murong Fu's expression tightened, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

However, as soon as they clashed, his expression became grave.

The twelve swords seemed to each be performing a different Sword Intent.

It was as if twelve Revered Masters were launching a fierce assault on him simultaneously.

Sect sword art, Emei Heart-Shattering Piercer, Willow Leaf Saber Technique...

These Moves were not unusual, as they were all common martial arts within the Great Song.

But in Wang Yuyan's hands, they seemed to have a life of their own.

Twelve types of sword techniques were displayed as if by twelve Revered Masters with perfect coordination.

What was even more terrifying was that every Move discarded defense, leaving only offense.

How could Murong Fu possibly withstand it?

In the blink of an eye, a cold light flashed past, and the gold crown on his head was sliced to pieces, his hair was cut short, and his clothes were torn by Sword Qi, revealing streaks of blood.

A look of terror appeared on his face.

He had originally thought that by understanding a bit of Concept, he could compete with Wang Yuyan.

Only now did he realize there was a world of difference between the two.

But he also noticed that Wang Yuyan was showing mercy.

Though he had wounds on his body, they were not fatal.

As he retreated, he reached down to grab a fallen person beside him and violently threw them at Wang Yuyan.

Immediately after, three more people were tossed out by him.

Wang Yuyan turned back and lightly raised her jade hand, sending out four waves of True Qi to gently push those people aside.

Murong Fu took advantage of this gap to flicker away, vanishing into the thick mist.

Several streaks of sword light pursued him for a short distance before turning back under Wang Yuyan's mental control.

The mist was pervasive and visibility was poor, with chaotic noises interfering.

If she pursued relentlessly, she might accidentally injure the innocent.

Furthermore, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to kill Murong Fu.

At most, she would cripple his martial arts and send him back to the Great Song.

"Thank you for saving our lives, Young Miss!"

Seeing that Murong Fu had fled, several of the rescued people breathed a sigh of relief and spoke gratefully.

"Hide yourselves first; I don't have time to look after you," Wang Yuyan said indifferently. She then tapped her toes lightly and stepped onto the Great Ming Vermilion Bird sword, with the twelve Flying Swords circling her as she vanished into the black mist once more.

"Truly like a Fairy descending to the mortal world!" one person murmured in admiration, and the surrounding crowd nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu hid in the mist and found a secluded spot to tend to his wounds.

Although his hatred for Wang Yuyan was hard to dispel, he had not forgotten his mission.

Only by completing the task could he claim great credit before Ye Dingzhi of the Heaven Beyond Heaven.

Otherwise, all his efforts would come to nothing.

At the same time, some Demon Sect followers who had long been lurking in the city began to strike at the younger generation under the cover of the Gu Xu Formation.

Hiding was not difficult.

But these youths were proud and arrogant, unwilling to look out only for themselves while Snow Moon City was in peril.

Suddenly, the sounds of slaughter and the clashing of weapons rose and fell.

Li Hanyi, Sikong Qianluo, and the others were far stronger than these Demon Sect lackeys and quickly cleared the enemies around the martial arts hall.

Just as they were about to head elsewhere for support, a burst of frigid palm energy suddenly swept out from the thick mist.

"Luck is truly good today; there are actually so many beauties here." Bian Bufu walked out slowly with a look of wild joy on his face.

As a Great Grandmaster, he sensed that the girls' strength was weaker than his own, and he was instantly filled with confidence.

"Lord Mo Yin!" several Yin Gui Sect Disciples followed closely behind him.

"Capture them all later!" Bian Bufu said smugly.

Before his voice had even faded, a sharp sword light had already struck like a bolt of lightning.

Bian Bufu was greatly shocked and hurriedly turned sideways to dodge.

The Sword Qi brushed past his nose, taking a piece of flesh with it.

"Ah!" He clutched his bleeding nose and glared at Li Hanyi.

"Kill!" Li Hanyi gave the order, her figure moving like a phantom as she instantly shifted to Bian Bufu's side, the hanguang sword stabbing directly at his throat.

Bian Bufu was terrified and couldn't retreat in time, instinctively raising his hand to block.

But how could a body of flesh and blood contend with a divine Sharp Weapon?

Even if he had trained iron hands, it would be hard to withstand, let alone the fact that he had never practiced hand techniques.

Although he saved his life because of it, he lost half of his palm.

A Revered Master of the Great Grandmaster Realm, comparable to a powerhouse of the Carefree Heaven Realm, actually couldn't last two Moves against Li Hanyi and was already heavily injured.

The reason was entirely due to his underestimating the enemy.

On the other hand, Mu Liangyue and Sikong Qianluo's side was a complete one-sided massacre against the Yin Gui Sect Disciples.

Zhu Yuyan had only brought four Revered Masters with her this time.

As a result, two of them had already lost their lives to the Yellow Springs before the operation even began.

The remaining one, Wen Cai Ting, was also in the Great Grandmaster Realm, but her strength was only at the bottom tier.

She relied on the shortcut of "Dual Cultivation" to increase her power,

and her Cultivation Technique had a special suppressive effect on men.

However, facing the joint pincer attack of Sikong Qianluo and Mu Liangyue, she actually seemed to be struggling.

Every strike from the phoenix blood spear in Sikong Qianluo's hand was infused with powerful Internal Energy.

Mu Liangyue controlled twelve emerald small swords, waiting for an Opportunity to strike.

The Charm technique Wen Cai Ting used had no effect on the two of them.

Her three Boy toys had already been used by her as shields to block the emerald swords and were now all dead.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Wen Cai Ting began to think of retreating.

But in that moment of hesitation, the Opportunity to retreat had already passed.

The Su Sisters' Blink Sword Technique seemed to have been created specifically for the battlefield.

Although the Gu Xu Formation was present in the Dark River, the two of them also had some understanding of it.

At this moment, the Formation that was supposed to limit them instead became an aid.

More than half of the Yin Gui Sect Disciples had fallen at their hands,

while the rest were wiped out by the joint efforts of Shi Feixuan and Xu Weixiong.

Now, the Su Sisters' figures flickered as they quickly closed in on Wen Cai Ting.

Shi Feixuan and Xu Weixiong directly locked their target onto Bian Bufu, surrounding him completely.

...

Inside the small courtyard, Su Rui had sensed all the movement outside.

He nodded slightly, feeling generally satisfied, even though Wang Yuyan still harbored some misplaced mercy toward Murong Fu.

But Su Rui did not force Wang Yuyan to kill him.

After all, the two of them did have a blood relationship.

Wang Yuyan called Murong Bo her uncle; that should be the case.

Su Rui glanced at Li Changsheng and spoke indifferently:

"Someone is coming, and it seems they are coming for me.

What are you still doing here?"

Su Rui had already perceived two figures approaching rapidly and spoke in a calm tone.

The smile on Li Changsheng's face froze, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Yes, this Disciple shall take his leave.

It seems some foreign masters have arrived on the city wall; I'll go take a look."

With that, he leaped away.

A moment later, two figures landed in the courtyard.

The newcomers were none other than Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan!

In Snow Moon City, Baili Dongjun looked at the burly man in gold armor standing not far in front of him, feeling slightly curious.

"Who are you?"

"You need not ask who I am.

Today, you aren't going anywhere."

The gold-armored burly man's tone was quite confident.

Only his accent was slightly strange.