He didn't know, and he didn't care; he was determined to kill this guy.
I'm going to cut you up, chop you into pieces, and make you regret ever being born!
"Don't be in such a hurry. Getting too angry will make you feel hot and bothered, and then you'll get painful mouth ulcers."
"Shall we rest for a bit? I'll make you a cup of chrysanthemum tea to help you relax."
This time, Han Feiyu dodged in time, narrowly avoiding an incoming sword aura. With the Second Pavilion Master's face on his back, he expressed concern for his "brother".
However, the other party seemed completely ungrateful.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Bai Xiaosheng, you deserve to die!"
"To be honest, if I were the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, I wouldn't be able to tolerate Bai Xiaosheng's attitude either."
The martial artist who had been chatting with the storyteller earlier made a comment, but the storyteller next to him didn't say anything.
They just stared at Han Feiyu with shining eyes. With such strength, he could contend with the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, who had already reached the pinnacle of the sword path. Were they, the storytellers, finally about to rise to prominence?
The battle is not over yet, and the intensity of the confrontation is escalating.
Han Feiyu discovered that the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was indeed quite skilled; he could only manage to maneuver around the enemy on his own, and it was difficult for him to deal any damage.
Therefore, he controlled the puppets around him, making them act alongside him.
"Whoosh..."
With a sweeping sword strike, the white sword energy, like a crescent moon, severed the disciples of the Myriad Swords Pavilion who had been recreated from the original manuscript.
Their bodies were cut in half at the waist, shattered in mid-air, and turned into severely damaged manuscripts.
"Master, why, why are you doing this to us?"
"Master, it's me, it's me, Xiao Jiu! I don't want to die, please..."
"Master, my body is out of control! What should I do? Help!"
Whether it was someone's twisted sense of humor or a psychological maneuver, he deliberately acted as if his disciple had regained his own will.
The cries of his former acquaintances echoed in his ears, but the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion remained silent, only continuing to swing his sword.
He was well aware of these people's current state; they were beyond saving. The only thing he could do for them was to destroy their carriers.
At the very least, this body must not be controlled by Bai Xiaosheng again, and this life must not be desecrated.
Anger amplified his power, but it also clouded his judgment.
Several more disciples approached with their swords drawn, but the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion still chose to kill them.
This time, things are a little different.
"boom……"
Almost at the moment of the cut, the disciples with excessively ruddy complexions exploded.
His body exploded like a bomb, flames rolled, and some red liquid splashed out, sticking to the clothes of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master, carbonizing and corroding the fabric.
"How about it? Can you feel it? Do you like my enthusiasm for you?"
He interfered with a batch of puppets using the power of the Heavenly Fire Sect's path, injecting them with a special kind of fire poison.
These puppets are bombs; their explosive power is amplified based on their cultivation level.
A seemingly unintentional attack by a well-intentioned one resulted in the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion suffering even more damage than the previous siege by martial arts masters.
"Now, it's about time."
Five Poisons Lord, Second Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Master of Heavenly Fire Sect, Blood Shadow Cult Leader, Chief Assassin of Shadowless Hall, Mad Blade Tian Moxiao...
At the same time, Han Feiyu launched an attack on the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion with his most precious collection of original manuscripts that he had seized.
The main attacker on the front line is the second master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
"Brother, come and see if I've improved?"
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