589 This road is blocked.

He cursed inwardly, 'You all look down on me in private, but I eat well, dress warmly, have a beautiful wife, and even...'

All of you who don't know what's good for you will be sent to the mines, and some will be sent to the master's mansion.

I might get a few myself.

"Pah! You think you're one of those ladies and young women from the inner city, dreaming of escaping? Dream on!"

Seeing that no one dared to open the door and come out, he felt even more smug.

As Lie Huoyang watched Yan Huolai hurtling towards him, flying like a god on a sword, his spirits soared, and he suddenly felt a sense of relaxation.

Suddenly, a figure soared into the sky, its momentum reaching the heavens. The surrounding cold air swirled back, like snow falling from the sky, as if winter was approaching. It was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, wielding a broadsword, instantly blocking Yan Feilai's path.

Zhang Dazhuang growled in a deep voice, "This road is blocked, stop!"

The sudden turn of events startled Lie Huoyang. His expression changed drastically as he thought to himself, 'They came prepared. This is bad.'

In the moment of distraction, a cold glint suddenly appeared, like a sword being drawn from its sheath, and a sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger entered the ear unnoticed, deafeningly loud.

Ren Pingsheng moved like the wind, his narrow sword gleaming coldly in the night.

The Swift Edge Sword Technique is as elusive as a ghost, as fast as lightning.

The sword moved with the man, arriving in front of Huo Lieyang in the blink of an eye. The sword strike was fierce, ruthless, and merciless, aimed directly at his vital points.

The sword's energy surged forth, sharp and unparalleled, like a silver lightning bolt that instantly struck Lieyang's face.

Huo Lieyang was suddenly ambushed. In a moment of haste, he abruptly raised his red sword, instantly raising his internal energy to its maximum.

His figure retreated rapidly, the sword flashing and whistling, the clash of swords like two lightning bolts piercing the darkness.

Sparks flew, air swirled around them, and with a whooshing sound, the sword's edge was like a tiger, and the air exploded with a deafening roar.

As the sword energies clashed, their overwhelming power and terrifying destructive force instantly shattered the surrounding walls, turning them into flying debris.

Precious flowers and plants always seem to be more valuable than human life.

At this moment, they were indeed no match for this powerful force; branches and leaves flew everywhere, and the greenery withered. The entire courtyard instantly became the eye of the storm, a scene of utter devastation.

Ren Pingsheng's entire body was upgraded to its limit, as if he were in the final moments of a 100-meter sprint. His blood and qi surged like galloping horses, and his true qi circulated like a surging tide, unstoppable.

With his gaze fixed on Huo Lieyang, he aimed to leave his opponent no time to think and unable to escape in this wave of attacks.

Faster, faster, even faster!

Ruthless, even more ruthless, even if it means mutual destruction!

The Swift Sword Technique unleashed unprecedented power in his hands; each strike was ruthless and merciless, aimed directly at Huo Lieyang's vitals.

His fighting style, which completely disregarded his own defensive position, was like that of a rogue and lacked any semblance of the demeanor of a martial king.

Huo Lieyang was immediately filled with impatience and anger, and wanted to compromise, saying, "You are shameless, you actually launched a sneak attack."

"We're both King Wu, are you really determined to fight to the death?!"

I don't want to waste my strength like this, nor do I want a fight to the death. Isn't peace better?

Ren Pingsheng remained unmoved, his attacks unchanged, becoming even more ferocious and ruthless.

Under this relentless onslaught, Huo Lieyang had no time to think and could only retreat continuously, trying to dodge the deadly sword.

The ultimate level of skill brings an inexplicable and exhilarating feeling.

My bones and muscles were cracking, and my blood and energy were being rapidly depleted. I knew I couldn't hold on for long, but I felt incredibly good.

The entire battlefield seemed to become Ren Pingsheng's stage, his figure flickering and his swordsmanship as fast as lightning.

Huo Lieyang was forced to retreat under his attacks, and the situation seemed to be in dire straits.

However, the red sword, imbued with scorching true energy, adopted an eerie defensive stance, becoming even more cautious. A sense of urgency rose within Huo Lieyang, a strong sense of danger alerting him. He didn't give up the fight, but instead switched to a defensive posture, desperately searching for an opportunity to counterattack, waiting for Ren Pingsheng to exhaust himself.

That was the moment Ren Ping lost his life.

On one side, scorching true energy raged unchecked, while on the other side, icy true energy condensed into ice, freezing the surrounding space.

The battle seemed to have reached a fever pitch.

Unbeknownst to him, the intense heat of the sun could no longer be contained. He exerted his power to the extreme, and his blazing true energy burned like a raging flame. It collided with the icy true energy emanating from Ren Pingsheng's body, instantly stirring up a cloud of water vapor.

The moisture spread rapidly, enveloping the entire battlefield like a thick fog, making the two appear as if they were immortals.

In the thick fog, the two figures became blurred and indistinguishable, with only the flashing of sword light and the crisscrossing of sword energy vaguely visible.

As the sword energy crisscrossed, the water vapor exploded and flew backwards. The fierce sword strikes continued to be accompanied by the surging of water vapor, which quickly created new water vapor envelopes.

You cannot stop, you cannot push, you cannot hesitate for even a moment, you cannot be distracted for even a moment, for distraction means a terrifying death.

The fog grew thicker, seemingly engulfing the entire battlefield. The shattered walls and plants around them appeared and disappeared in the fog, adding to the eerie and unsettling atmosphere.

The clanging of swords continued incessantly between the two, who were locked in a battle of wits and courage, sometimes engaging in close-quarters combat, and sometimes exchanging sword energy from a distance, making the battle increasingly brutal.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng had no other thoughts but to fully display his abilities, fight desperately, and, with strong support from his allies, was fearless.

Lieyang and Ren Pingsheng were locked in a fierce battle. The fighting style of mutual destruction infuriated Lieyang. He was furious, thinking, "I am not a poor person like you who broke through by luck and doesn't know how to enjoy it."

They actually risked their lives, fighting for their lives like that.

I want to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

But prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. Seeing Ren Pingsheng fighting so recklessly, he realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, but he was entangled and unable to break free.

Rage, rage, rage! A heart blazing with fury, like a raging storm, yet unable to vent it. His eyes were bloodshot, and all he wanted was to kill, to tear the person before him to pieces before he could be satisfied.

As time passed, I felt increasingly threatened, as if danger was imminent. Between life and death, I felt a sense of urgency and couldn't help but look around to check my surroundings.

However, Ren Pingsheng's swordsmanship was ruthless and merciless, with sword energy that swept across the land like the coldest heavens. Even when the sword energy grazed his shoulder, he felt his blood and qi flow slow down slightly.

Each sword strike was aimed directly at his vital points, leaving him no room for carelessness or distraction. He had to concentrate fully on dealing with Ren Pingsheng's attacks while also keeping an eye on his surroundings to prevent a possible sneak attack.

Knowing that a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous and wanting to retreat, he gritted his teeth, his chest heaving rapidly as he suppressed his burning anger, which he was about to unleash immediately if he could.

He thought to himself, 'If it were any other time, if it were any of my servants, I would have tortured you to death long ago to vent my hatred.'

At this moment, all he could do was fight back desperately, his anger surging within him, and he was furious beyond control.