The surrounding moonlight was swallowed up by the thick darkness of the night. Fortunately, the county soldiers lit torches, which illuminated the Shi family manor brightly.

Prefect Han Wentian, dressed in a black official robe with python patterns, walked steadily and powerfully toward Shi Tianyong and Wen Min.

His murderous aura grew stronger and stronger.

At the same time, Commandant Guo Tianyi drew his longsword, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting his icy face. Step by step, like a grim reaper in the dark, he approached Shi Tianming.

"Madam, we're all going to die anyway, let's fight them to the death!"

Shi Tianyong's hoarse voice broke the deathly silence, and he exchanged a glance with Wen Min.

Wen Min nodded.

In an instant, a resolute light flashed in their eyes, and they raised their swords simultaneously.

Not to be outdone, Shi Tianming bent down and picked up the spear that had been knocked away by Fang Han's sword energy. The spear tip dragged a grating mark on the ground.

In an instant, the large open space of Shijiazhuang Manor seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, chilling atmosphere, and the temperature plummeted.

Not far away, the Shi family's elderly members and children huddled together, watching this thrilling duel with expressions of fear and despair on their faces.

They all understood that the Shi family was about to face annihilation that night.

And where will the wheel of fate take them?

"Give me your life!"

Han Wentian let out a low shout, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the open square.

Before he finished speaking, he swung his longsword out suddenly, and several sharp sword energies, like silver dragons, tore through the air and instantly swept towards Shi Tianyong and Wen Min.

Although Han Wentian's swordsmanship was mediocre in the eyes of Fang Han, a peerless expert, as the governor of a prefecture, he had long held a high position and exuded the majesty of a superior in every move. His swordsmanship was powerful and majestic. In addition, his realm was far above that of Shi Tianyong and Wen Min, so the power of this attack should not be underestimated.

However, Wen Min and Shi Tianyong were by no means ordinary people.

The two knew that engaging Han Wentian in a long-range battle would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, given the significant gap in their cultivation levels. They would be easily defeated by Han Wentian in no time.

In a flash, instead of resisting Han Wentian's sword energy, they moved like ghosts, skillfully avoiding the sharpness of the sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, the two men, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards Han Wentian like two arrows released from a bow, their long swords whistling through the air as they thrust towards Han Wentian's vital points.

Clearly, they intended to engage Han Wentian in close combat, relying on their years of tacit cooperation and their reckless fighting style to try and find a glimmer of hope in their desperate situation.

At this moment, a thousand county soldiers had already surrounded them, and there was also a peerless expert like Fang Han in charge.

Shi Tianyong and Wen Min knew that only by capturing Han Wentian as a hostage could they have any chance of escaping.

But capturing Han Wentian is easier said than done.

"snort!"

Han Wentian snorted coldly, having seen through their intentions.

In an instant, sword shadows danced, like a silver vortex, and the two swords swept out, accurately blocking the attacks of Shi Tianyong and Wen Min.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two loud bangs, like thunderclaps, erupted as Han Wentian's powerful sword intent surged forth. How could two high-level Martial Grandmasters withstand it?

Shi Tianyong and Wen Min were sent flying like kites with broken strings.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Tianyong and Wen Min coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.

"Let's give it our all..."

A roar escaped Shi Tianyong's throat, filled with resentment and determination.

He was covered in blood, his flesh torn open at the wounds, and blood gushing out. Every inch of movement felt like it was tearing his bones apart, but he still gritted his teeth, supported himself with his hands on the ground, and struggled to get up from the pool of blood.

At the same time, not far away, Wen Min, with her hair disheveled and clothes torn, also struggled to get up.

Their eyes met, and in this life-or-death moment, a fierce fighting spirit reignited in each other's eyes, like two stars about to burn out, determined to shine their last light in this desperate situation and fight to the death.

As a series of obscure and incomprehensible incantations were uttered from their lips, they began to perform a mysterious ritual.

In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be drawn by some powerful force, frantically converging towards the two of them.

Shi Tianyong and Wen Min were surrounded by a bright light, and their aura increased rapidly at a visible speed.

Originally, as high-level Martial Grandmasters, their strength was already considerable, but at this moment, their momentum surged like a raging tide.

"Burning your lifespan to boost your combat power? Then I'll give you that chance."

Prefect Han Wentian stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the night wind, a sneer of contempt on his face.

Logically, he should have launched a decisive attack before Shi Tianyong and Wen Min reached their peak momentum, thus securing victory.

However, Han Wentian stood quietly in place like a statue, his eyes full of mockery, as if waiting for Shi Tianyong and Wen Min to unleash their full potential.

Time passed slowly amidst the tense standoff, and Shi Tianyong and Wen Min's momentum continued to rise like a rocket.

Finally, their momentum reached its peak.

At this moment, the aura they exuded was comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment Realm expert in the early stage.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, emitting a series of whimpers.

"Han Wentian, prepare to die!"

Shi Tianyong looked up at the sky and roared, his voice echoing across the surrounding fields.

Before he finished speaking, he swung his longsword fiercely, and several dazzling sword energies, like silver dragons, tore through the air, slashing towards Han Wentian with a world-destroying momentum.

Compared to before, this sword energy was several times stronger, carving deep, bottomless ravines into the ground wherever it passed.

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