"If you want to fight, then fight! Why all this nonsense? Are you even a man?" Hua Rong wiped the blood from her face, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, but her eyes were full of contempt.

Hua Mu was naturally not so easily provoked: "Kids will be kids, they still love to play. Well then, as your older brother, I'll play with you for a bit."

The battle began in an instant. These men in black were naturally not on the same level as the previous cannon fodder. Hua Rong's spear movements were no longer so beautiful, but rather more difficult.

Hua Rong fiercely knocked one of the men in black to the ground, but Qing Zhiyi immediately launched a surprise attack from behind, a black wind blade piercing the man's heart from behind. The man in black couldn't believe he had died so easily, even in his dying moments.

Hua Rong and Qing Zhiyi quickly reached an agreement. Sometimes Hua Rong would lure the enemy, and Qing Zhiyi would ambush and assassinate them. Other times, Qing Zhiyi would engage in direct combat, while Hua Rong would assist by hacking down the enemies. Although it was their first time working together, they cooperated seamlessly, like brothers who had fought side-by-side since childhood. Before long, nearly ten people were lying in wait in their battle.

The two fought with increasing excitement, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Looking back at Xiu Qiyu's battle circle, they both rubbed their eyes simultaneously. Good heavens! This guy is a true killing god! He's holding Ye Xiruo in his arms, wielding a sword of indeterminate design, and there's not a single living person within three feet of him.

The remaining men in black, their eyes gleaming with terror, wondered who this person was. His perfect killing technique, superb agility, and unfathomable power—if not for his youth, he could easily be considered a senior master. The men in black were utterly terrified; it was only a matter of time before Xiu Qiyu slaughtered them all.

Standing atop the eagle, Hua Mu's pale hand unconsciously twirled the deep blue gemstone ring on her finger. Her pale, gloomy face seemed to drip with moisture. No wonder she had such an ominous feeling tonight; the biggest surprise was yet to come.

In the courtyard, the white figure moved like a ghost, its icy sword aura relentlessly reaping the lives of the men in black like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Its eyes were indifferent, devoid of any warmth, as if even human emotions had been completely extinguished.

This person, this fighting style... he seemed to have seen him before—Xiu Qiyu. Hua Mu gasped, his heart pounding, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

No, Xiu Qiyu is usually indifferent to women. Who is the woman in his arms? Their relationship seems unusual. If he wasn't mistaken, Xiu Qiyu's face actually showed anger.

However, under heaven, besides Xiu Qiyu, who else could possess such unparalleled swordsmanship, such profound skill, and such perfect killing technique?

The image quickly overlapped with the figure in Hua Mu's mind, and Hua Mu wiped the sweat from her forehead. If it really was Xiu Qiyu, then today's misunderstanding was huge, especially since he had hurt the woman in his arms.

If he had known Xiu Qiyu was here, he would have brought Qiu Er with him today. Even if all the men under his command were to die, it would be impossible to save Xiu Qiyu and the young master of the Qing family.

However, if Hua Mu were someone who gave up so easily, he wouldn't be called "Hua Mu" (Flower Tomb).

Both Qingzhiyi and Huarong had greatly depleted their true energy. These two young masters usually avoided trials whenever possible, but now they were filled with regret.

The two men stood back to back, exchanging a question: "What do we do now?"

"Hold on tight. That pervert Hua Mu likes pretty boys like you. He just grabbed me and brought me back on the side. He probably has his eye on you."

Qingzhiyi: "......"

Then, Hua Rong saw that the wind blades around Qing Zhiyi became even larger and denser. The wind blades spun continuously in the air, making terrifying sounds. Hua Rong unconsciously shrank his neck. Good heavens, he was just joking. He didn't expect Qing Zhiyi to react so strongly.

"Are you crazy?" Such a powerful move must consume a huge amount of true energy. I estimate that after this move, Qingzhiyi may lose her fighting ability.

The enormous wind blade transformed into a giant spiked club in the air, spinning rapidly. In just one rotation, many around them were dead, and many more were severely injured. Hua Rong's eyes gleamed with excitement, completely disregarding the wretched state of those wounded by the spiked club. Some were reduced to minced meat, some were decapitated, and some had their heads smashed open. She only felt immense excitement; indeed, a spiked club was the perfect weapon for her.

Qingzhiyi was unaware that her unintentional act had created a violent man on the road—Hua Rong.

After the second round, the spiked club had shrunk by a size. Although the remaining people were terrified, they began to fight back, with countless magical artifacts shining brightly and smashing against the spiked club.

Qingzhiyi's fingertips were deathly pale, and her lips were completely transparent and bloodless, but the smile on her lips was undeniably radiant. These bastards.

The spiked club reaped five or six more lives before dissipating into the air.

Qingzhiyi looked at the remaining seven or eight people with some regret. They were still not strong enough. If he could be like his senior brother, these people would have been lying on the ground long ago.

"Help me up." Qingzhiyi's head was spinning.

While fighting off the remaining people, Hua Rong tried to channel her inner energy into Qing Zhiyi's body, but Qing Zhiyi quickly cut it off: "Idiot, I'm not going to die. If you run out of inner energy, we're really doomed."

Hua Rong's eyes were red: "Don't worry! I will protect you." She wielded the silver spear with even greater precision.

Countless times, he could only watch helplessly as his friends died before his eyes, his eyes filled with resentment, confusion, and regret. Perhaps Ye Zi was never an ordinary person, nor were those around her. Qing Zhiyi's attitude alone speaks volumes.

"Watch out!" Qing Zhiyi pushed Hua Rong away. Before the shock in his eyes could fade, a black dagger had already plunged into his abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly. Hua Rong, who almost fell to the ground, turned around to see that Qing Zhiyi was already severely injured, with blood rushing to his head: "Bastard, I'm going to kill you."

"I won't die." Qing Zhiyi's smile was still bright, but it had become somewhat cold and weak.

"Stop talking." Hua Rong's nails dug hard into his palm. Should he admit defeat or beg Hua Mu to let Qing Zhiyi, that idiot, go?

Blood dripped onto the ground, and the remaining men in black stopped in their tracks. The sight of the woman in the blood instinctively filled them with fear.