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Chapter 158: Every Move Embodies Sword Intent



Feng Fan heard Hou Mengyao's words, and his expression darkened. He knew exactly why Hou Mengyao wasn't going to let him go so easily.

"I-I'm fine," Xue Qiang said, pushing herself off the ground and gently shoving Huang Xue, who was trying to support her, aside.

Blood trickled from the corner of Xue Qiang's mouth as she steadied herself, gripping her spear tightly. With determination burning in her eyes, she pointed it directly at Hou Mengyao.

She'd heard his threat loud and clear—if he wasn't planning to let Feng Fan go, their only option was to fight.

Feng Fan caught sight of her through the corner of his eye and frowned. "Qinqin, go help them escape. I'll handle him with Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue!"

"But—" Xue Qiang began to argue, but the sharp, determined look in Feng Fan's eyes stopped her.

"Trust me. Just this once, listen to me, okay?" He said firmly.

Xue Qiang hesitated for a moment, then sighed in resignation. She nodded and turned, dashing toward the other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who were blocking Tan Wei, Gong Long, and Cao Zhu from escaping.

Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli moved swiftly, positioning themselves on either side of Feng Fan as they faced Hou Mengyao. Their eyes burned with determination as they prepared for the inevitable clash.

Because of the fog earlier, Hou Mengyao hadn't realized that Qian Xiaoli had been one of the attackers. Normally, he wouldn't have cared. But seeing her now, standing in front of him, shielding another man, ignited a spark of fury and jealousy within him.

A vein pulsed visibly on Hou Mengyao's forehead as his rage built. "Xiao'er, are you choosing his side?!"

Qian Xiaoli didn't bother replying. She calmly circulated her cultivation technique, her actions speaking louder than any words could.

Her stance left no room for doubt—Hou Mengyao was her enemy.

Hou Mengyao's expression twisted with anger before he let out a heavy sigh. "So be it. In that case, you can die alongside him!"

He brandished his sword, and in an instant, an ethereal immortal materialized behind him. The figure mirrored his movements perfectly, raising its sword in unison with his.

"Cutting Heaven and Earth!" Hou Mengyao roared, unleashing a devastating attack.

Huang Xue focused intently on Hou Mengyao's every movement. The White Crow Sect wasn't specialized in sword cultivation, and she had been cultivating for just over a year.

Her understanding of cultivation techniques was still limited, but her exceptional talent allowed her to notice things others might miss.

One of those things was the way Hou Mengyao attacked. His strikes weren't just imbued with spiritual qi—they carried something else, something deeper.

Each time he swung his sword, it was as though she was drawing closer to grasping a profound truth that lay just beyond her reach.

"Girls, attack him! I'll handle this!" Feng Fan shouted, his voice firm, leaving no room for disagreement.

Without waiting for their response, he channeled spiritual qi throughout his body, surging forward like an unstoppable force. Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli instinctively tried to call him back, concern flashing across their faces, but there was no time to argue.

Seeing Feng Fan already charging ahead, they exchanged a glance. They couldn't let this chance slip away, nor could they leave him to face Hou Mengyao alone.

They followed his lead, positioning themselves right behind him, ready to strike.

Feng Fan thrust his palm forward, and a towering Buddha materialized behind him, mirroring his movements. As his palm advanced toward Hou Mengyao's incoming attack, the Buddha followed in perfect harmony.

Sealing Palm!

Hou Mengyao's sword slash cleaved through the air, colliding with Feng Fan's palm. The impact shattered the Buddha's image and sent a shockwave through Feng Fan's body.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as his hand was left with a gruesome wound, the gash so deep the bone was visible.

The force of the strike hurled him backward, leaving a diagonal slash etched across his chest and palm. Despite his severe injuries, Feng Fan's effort wasn't in vain—it created an opening for Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli to act.

Pushing aside their worry for Feng Fan, the two seized the opportunity.

Huang Xue made the first move. From a distance, she stomped hard on the ground, channeling waves of wood spiritual qi into the earth. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

With a rumble, thick roots erupted from the ground beneath Hou Mengyao, snaking upward with alarming speed. They coiled around him, binding him tightly several meters off the ground.

"Now's our chance!" shouted Huang Xue, her voice sharp with urgency.

"Freezing Moon!"

A luminous, frost-covered moon emerged behind Qian Xiaoli, radiating an icy chill that seemed to freeze the very air around it.

With a graceful flick of her fan, she unleashed a powerful gust of wind imbued with bone-chilling cold, sending it hurtling toward Hou Mengyao.

"Heavenly Dragon Thrust!"

Behind Huang Xue, a majestic blue dragon materialized, its scales shimmering with spiritual energy.

As she surged forward, the dragon mirrored her movements, its presence fierce and imposing. Her blade, glowing brilliantly under the sunlight, gleamed with concentrated spiritual qi as she aimed directly at Hou Mengyao.

"Tsk, annoying pests!"

Hou Mengyao clicked his tongue, irritation evident on his face. His arms were restrained by Huang Xue's roots, making it impossible to lift his sword—but did he even need it?

A powerful wave of sword intent erupted from his body, sharp and unyielding. The roots binding him were sliced apart effortlessly, falling to the ground like severed threads of silk.

As the last of the roots crumbled, Hou Mengyao's sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.

He didn't bother picking it up. Instead, he threw a punch forward, his movements brimming with sword intent

Hou Mengyao's mastery of sword intent was so profound that every action, every strike, embodied the essence of the Sword Dao.

To him, a sword was no longer necessary—his entire being had become a sword.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's sect master watched the battle unfold with a glimmer of pride in his eyes. Hou Mengyao was indeed the sect's prodigy.

His talent in the Sword Dao surpassed that of even many elders, solidifying his place as the sect's Holy Son!


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