A point of frigid starlight manifested in the eyes of the Monkey Bone Face cultivator. The instant it appeared, a chilling sharpness, utterly supreme, rent the very air.

With sharpness cleaving sharpness, its momentum pierced through gold and shattered stone, arriving in the blink of an eye.

The Monkey Bone Face individual let out a strange cry. The Bone Monkey Dharma Image flickered and vanished. Mid-air, he spun back, ascending straight up, changing his position nine times in rapid succession before the momentum of that frigid star finally waned.

His hands shook once, unleashing two daggers that crossed before him.

He retreated seven steps continuously before regaining his balance and finally seeing clearly what that frigid star before him was…

It was a flying sword suspended in mid-air!

Its tip pointed directly at the Monkey Bone Face cultivator.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd from Qingyang Town, Xiang Qian leisurely took a step forward. His Tenglong Realm cultivation was no longer concealed.

With a single point and a flick, that flying sword suddenly flashed, emitting an intensely sharp whistling sound. With terrifying speed, it arrived before Monkey Face once more.

“Rabbit Face, aid me!”

The Monkey Bone Face cultivator did not hesitate, immediately summoning his helper. Simultaneously, he activated the White Bone Dharma Image, his body turning deftly in the air, leaving behind a trail of lingering afterimages.

Each of the Twelve God Images secret methods of the White Bone Dao had its strengths. In Monkey Face’s case, his Dharma Image excelled in speed and cunning variability, known as the “Divine Travel”!

Compared to that flying sword, it actually seemed no less nimble.

For a time, two simultaneous battlefields emerged: Dragon Face pursuing Jiang Wang, and Xiang Qian’s flying sword pursuing Monkey Face.

And on the other side, the Rabbit Bone Face cultivator had already leaped high into the air, delivering a directly lifted leg, pressing down from above, clearly aiming to disrupt the ongoing battles!

The sheer ferocity of the wind preceding the attack was enough to attest to the might of this strike.

But before her eyes could fully register, two distant, pointing flying swords appeared before her – spectral illusions of a down-and-out man.

It was Zhu Biqiong, having activated her illusion technique just in time.

“Drink ha!”

Rabbit Face let out a tender cry, her body wrapped in green light. With the peak cultivation of the Tenglong Realm, she actually directly shattered the obstructing illusion technique.

Zhu Biqiong coughed up blood and retreated.

But with this moment of obstruction, Xiang Qian’s index finger had already hooked and moved.

The cold light that had stabbed Monkey Face flashed again, already nearing the back of Rabbit Face’s heart!

The Rabbit Bone Face cultivator was forced to turn back, delivering an inverted whip leg to block the sword’s momentum.

“Facing me, and you dare to recall your sword!”

Monkey Face’s shout did not cease. His person, already crossing his double daggers, slashed incorrectly towards Xiang Qian’s throat. The daggers had not yet arrived, but two paths of sharp light had already unleashed themselves.

Xiang Qian could only evade and retreat, simultaneously summoning the flying sword, abandoning Rabbit Face to return and guard before his body.

Clang clang clang clang!

Daggers and flying sword struck continuously.

And in the air, the Rabbit Bone Face cultivator directly sprang forward, her body wrapped in green light, lifting her knee and crashing towards Zhu Biqiong!

She had decided to first eliminate this obstructive one, then turn back and join Monkey Face in their combined assault.

Zhu Biqiong continuously activated illusion techniques, but could not stop Rabbit Face in the slightest.

The disparity in strength was too vast. She was fundamentally unable to confuse Rabbit Face’s eyes. Illusion techniques were successively broken, and she could not even stop the fresh blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

Rabbit Face’s lifted knee was already close, but it suddenly stagnated in the air. She turned her hand, grabbing a still-trembling long knife.

She turned her head to look, seeing precisely Dugu Xiao’s eyes.

Seeing this pair of eyes… turning from firm to panic.

This knife was precisely the one Dugu Xiao had thrown to save Zhu Biqiong. She had already practiced martial arts for a period, her strength and accuracy were not lacking, and her timing was rarely so precise.

However, for a powerful individual like Rabbit Face, it was truly insignificant.

But at this moment, another resolute, brave voice rang out.

“Brothers of Qingyang Town! Behind us is our hometown, can we still retreat?”

It was… Hu Shuanzi.

This ordinary, sturdy man, as a man, raised his knife.

He was the first to charge towards the extraordinary cultivators.

“Fight them to the death!”

He shouted.

He could not articulate elegant words, only this hoarse, determined howl.

But he was brave, resolute, without the slightest retreat.

A single long knife.

The long knife that Dugu Xiao had thrown to save Zhu Biqiong was flung out by Rabbit Face with strength and speed a hundred times greater.

It directly pierced through Hu Shuanzi’s body, shooting all the way towards the people of Qingyang Town behind him, embedding itself deeply into a wall, trembling incessantly!

Hu Shuanzi turned his head with difficulty. He did not look at his empty chest, but instead, cast a glance at Xiao Xiao.

He fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

This charge, executed with all his might, ended so easily.

For Rabbit Face, it was no more complex than stepping on an ant.

Behind him, the warriors of the Qingyang Town hall, who had originally been boiling with rage and beginning to charge forward, suddenly stopped their steps.

All their anger, as if with the fire of their courage, was easily extinguished.

Under such a vast disparity in strength, what outcome could their charge possibly have, better than Hu Shuanzi’s?

Dugu Xiao was stunned, as if she had lost the ability to speak.

As if she didn’t know how to move either.

She just stared blankly.

But who would care about these ordinary, simple, powerless people? Who would care about their state of mind?

“I told you what would happen?”

Xiang Qian’s voice.

He laughed softly, saying it in that way.

Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz.

A low, hurried buzzing sound.

This sound resonated around Qingyang Town, dense and short, continuous and ceaseless.

There were cold lights.

Dense cold lights, from all sides, from many corners, converged towards Xiang Qian.

Only when those cold lights approached could people see clearly that they were flying swords – spectral images.

This was the sword array that Xiang Qian had arranged at Jiang Wang’s request.

All the spectral images of the flying swords projected to Xiang Qian’s front, merging into the real flying sword floating before him.

A flash and they vanished!

All of this seemed an illusion, as if nothing had happened.

Only Xiang Qian, and his flying sword.

He still had that down-and-out appearance, stubble on his chin, a pair of indifferent, dead fish eyes.

But his flying sword was completely different.

There was no need to describe its sharpness; it *was* sharpness itself.

But at the same time as the sword array disappeared, Xiang Qian’s index finger slightly bent – a flick.

The flying sword rolled up an extremely violent, sharp, mad whistling sound, shooting out, piercing through all the chaotic airflows.

Space, Yuan Qi, Dao technique power, none could become obstacles.

The Monkey Bone Face cultivator shifted rapidly in the air, unleashing his strongest speed, liberating the limit state of his body technique. He truly displayed the speed of Divine Travel.

But in the next instant, he fell to the ground like a broken sack.

His entire Tongtian Palace collapsed, his body leaking Dao Yuan endlessly like a sieve.

Until his death, his eyes were still wide, unable to believe!

The Rabbit Bone Face cultivator withdrew without a word, immediately flying towards the Dragon Bone Face cultivator’s side.

Xiang Qian was not in a hurry to pursue, but instead walked towards Hu Shuanzi’s corpse.

He couldn’t say he had any particular feeling for Hu Shuanzi, nor was he saddened for this person.

But he had indeed seen in Hu Shuanzi’s body that powerless self!

“I told you what would happen?”

Xiang Qian asked this sentence again.

He looked at Hu Shuanzi’s corpse and said, “You see, no matter how much you try, it’s useless, right?”

He half-squatted down, wanting to casually close Hu Shuanzi’s eyes, which should have died wide open.

But when he lowered his head, he was stunned.

Hu Shuanzi was indeed dead.

Useless, powerless, a death that seemed almost without value.

But his expression before death was actually very satisfied.