"clang..."

The sound of weapons clashing rang out, and Lin Yuan quietly took a few steps back.

Bai Chengwang stared blankly at the familiar figure before him, then rushed to him excitedly: "Xiao...Xiao Feng? You're really back?"

That sword strike just now was imbued with a deadly aura, but little did anyone know that Xiao Feng had seen it from afar and intercepted it perfectly.

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Feng appear.

The Flowing Light Sword was originally his weapon, and now that its rightful owner has appeared here, it will surely be returned to its rightful master.

"Thump..."

The sound came from behind. Xiao Feng glanced back discreetly and found that Bai Chengwang was sitting on the ground, exhausted.

It seems that the attack just now put him under tremendous psychological pressure, suppressing even his physical strength.

At this moment, he clung tightly to Xiao Feng's leg, pleading, "You must avenge our fallen disciples! Look..."

Xiao Feng scanned the courtyard and found many corpses of Lingjian Sect disciples lying haphazardly on the ground.

Not far away, Mao Jun saw that his appearance had intimidated the crowd, and his face looked extremely ugly.

"Xiao Feng? You actually managed to show up at a time like this. I thought you had already run away."

"How could I run away if I didn't wipe you all out?"

At this moment, Lin Yuan lunged forward, wielding his Flowing Light Sword with tremendous force.

Xiao Feng, looking astonished, raised his Cold Iron Blade, just in time to parry the attack.

"clang..."

"Bang...bang..."

The two forces clashed, and both sides buried their forces in the ground, which then exploded from behind.

"this..."

"Lin Yuan is under his control. If we don't find a way to rescue him, I'm afraid more people will die at his hands."

"What did you say?"

Xiao Feng probed out his spiritual energy and discovered that Lin Yuan's limbs were tightly bound by white threads.

It seems that Mao Jun wanted to use this move to shatter their pride and try to make the Lingjian Sect submit to them.

Unfortunately, he has already returned, and no one can mess with their Spirit Sword Sect anymore.

Lin Yuan pressed forward again, his face filled with relief: "Kill me. I don't want to become a force in his hands."

From a distance, Mao Jun saw Lin Yuan with his eyes closed and assumed that Xiao Feng wanted to attack Lin Yuan. He smiled and said, "Kill them? I'd love to see you kill each other."

However, he did not expect that his attack would not hit Lin Yuan at all, but instead hit the white line in Mao Jun's hand.

"Hiss..."

The sound of the white line snapping rang out, and Mao Jun suddenly took a big step back, almost being thrown to the ground by the force.

"Bai Chengwang, take him away quickly."

In the distance, Bai Chengwang, having heard that Lin Yuan had regained his freedom, flashed to his side and asked, "How are you?"

Lin Yuan looked down at his legs and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid I'm ruined. Take me to a safe place first."

This time, he wasn't avoiding the fight; rather, he chose to leave early.

Otherwise, if he were to become a weapon in Mao Jun's hands again, should Xiao Feng take action against him?

"Want to leave? Leave your things behind."

The hidden white line suddenly pulled, and the Flowing Light Sword silently flew from Lin Yuan's hand and landed in his.

"You think you're worthy of possessing such a treasure? It's an insult to the prestige of this divine artifact."

Xiao Feng looked at the Flowing Light Sword in his hand with a mocking smile on his face.

The Flowing Light Sword has always been his weapon, so it's quite strange that it ended up in his hands.

At this moment, Lin Yuan came to Xiao Feng's side and grabbed his hand tightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect your weapon well."

"It's alright. Get him to a safe place as soon as possible, and leave the rest to me."

For some reason, Jing Shen and the other person had not returned for a long time.

"Many of my fellow disciples are seriously injured, I'm afraid..."

"It's alright. With me here, no one from the Spirit Sword Sect will be injured or killed."

He possessed the arrogance to say those words, and how could those around him not understand?

"Extremely arrogant. I'd like to see what makes you think you can protect their safety."

Mao Jun raised the Flowing Light Sword in his hand high and swung it down with great force.

The sword energy transformed into a golden light, sweeping fiercely towards the injured disciples.

Seeing his expression, it was clear that he wanted to kill all those people with this sword.

Unfortunately, Xiao Feng had already made preparations.

"Is this the only despicable method the Heavenly Martial Pavilion can use? It's truly shameful."

Seeing Mao Jun's face grow increasingly grim, Xiao Feng blankly raised his right hand: "Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor".

In an instant, a curtain of azure water appeared in front of the disciples, perfectly dissolving the sword energy.

Not far away, Lin Yuan and Bai Chengwang finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Xiao Feng could use such methods to neutralize the power.

"It seems that our Spirit Sword Sect is saved this time."

"Xiao Feng has traveled thousands of miles to return, but if he still cannot save the Lingjian Sect, then the enemy we face will likely be beyond our control long ago."

Seeing that these people were protected by a water curtain, Mao Jun raised his Flowing Light Sword again and slashed fiercely at the water curtain.

However, when the sword energy landed on the water curtain, it only caused a few ripples and did not even cause any damage.

"I think you must be a little tired after playing for so long, so it's my turn next."

Knowing Xiao Feng's power, Mao Jun turned to the Spirit Pearl cultivator and said, "Save me."

Seeing Mao Jun suddenly disappear, the Spirit Pearl cultivator was terrified and charged towards him with a speechless expression, attempting to save him.

However, Xiao Feng had been waiting for this moment. He snorted coldly and suddenly opened his right hand: "Listen to my command."

"choke..."

The Flowing Light Sword unleashed a tremendous sword cry that chilled the heart.

Mao Jun and the Spirit Pearl cultivator looked up at the weapon in their hands, their faces full of confusion: "What's going on? Why can he still control this sword?"

"That shouldn't be the case. I have already refined this sword. How could an outsider possibly control it?"

During the conversation, the Flowing Light Sword unleashed a sharp sword aura, forcefully forcing them back.

Mao Jun looked at his palms and found that they were covered in blood, clearly from being injured by sword energy.

"This...this..."

"The Flowing Light Sword has always been my weapon. It was purely an accident that it fell into your hands."

"call out..."

In an instant, the Flowing Light Sword was once again in Xiao Feng's hand. Its power was exceptionally fierce, and no one dared to approach Xiao Feng.

"Judging from your behavior, you should consider me your opponent. In that case, I won't feel guilty about killing you."

He had just suffered a lot of grievances in the Medicine Valley, and now he could release them all at once.

He raised the Flowing Light Sword high and swung it down with great force, unleashing its sword energy.

Mao Jun was terrified and had no strength to stop the attack. He staggered backward, unable to utter a single word.

In contrast, the Spirit Pearl cultivator did the exact opposite, placing the Spirit Pearl in his hand again and looking at Xiao Feng.

"Then let me test whether your Flowing Light Sword or my Spirit Pearl is more powerful."

"Bang..."

He summoned the spirit pearl into the air and slammed it into the direction from which the sword energy was coming.