Qin Feng and Ao Ling were both watching intently.

Yan Yi and Yuan Hong, one wielding a sword and the other a blade, moved in unison, fighting side by side.

Murong Yi, alone with his sword, was no less imposing than the two.

Both sides are experts, rushing towards each other and converging in an instant.

The Ink Sword faced off against the Amazing Immortal Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Clang.

The three elements clashed, producing a loud, piercing metallic clang.

Yuan Hong coughed up blood and retreated, his condition even more weakened than before. His hand holding the sword almost trembled, and he nearly lost his grip on the sword.

Yan Yi's face was as pale as paper, his aura plummeted, and the flames burning on his body dimmed, leaving only a few sparks.

Murong Yi's situation wasn't much better; the sword light of the ink sword was scattered, like a cheap counterfeit that had faded.

His demonic transformation subsided, and he transformed back into a handsome young man dressed in fine clothes, though his pale face was tinged with an unnatural crimson.

This move resulted in a lose-lose situation for all three parties; in reality, no one gained any advantage.

Yuan Hong and Yan Yi used secret techniques to unleash their physical potential, and Murong Yi did the same.

After this move, the three men stared at each other, their eyes meeting across the distance, and for a moment no one dared to make a move.

Those present fell silent, watching the three masters in the air without even a whisper.

After a while, Murong Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Yuan Hong and Yan Yi rallied their spirits and blocked his way.

"Hand over Yan Lie's head, and we'll let you leave."

"Hand over Yuan Guangxu's head. We're not in good shape, and you're not much better off. If this continues, you won't have a good ending either."

A hint of mockery appeared on Murong Yi's fair face.