The major forces in the martial arts world have joined forces. Whether it's the demonic sect or the righteous path, they all have only one goal.
That is to eliminate him at the same time that the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion completes his breakthrough.
How do we determine if the integration of sword paths is complete? That's not a problem, because they also have sword practitioners here.
They know best whether the path of swordsmanship has changed.
"So, when will they start taking action? I can't wait."
Han Feiyu is still expanding his group of "good friends". After these few days of hard work, they, or rather he, have become a force that few people in the guest room area dare to provoke.
You have a grudge against one of them and want to take revenge, but a group of people turn around and stare at you.
That death stare made them choose to follow the voice of their hearts.
However, he's starting to get anxious. Why hasn't the big news started yet? He's been waiting forever.
Not only him, but Han Feiyu also saw some fellow storytellers during his time traveling around.
These bloodthirsty spectators had already made a plan: when the fight started, they would rush to the front row to watch.
Regardless of safety, the best field of vision is the most important thing. As long as we get the original manuscript of this battle, it's all worth it.
The presence of these storytellers only added to Han Feiyu's displeasure.
What's going on? You really are treating people differently, aren't you? All the other storytellers have come over, but I, the All-Knowing Scholar, haven't.
With this in mind, he turned one of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master's brothers into his own people. At the same time, a strange fluctuation enveloped the surrounding area.
Regardless of one's path, everyone will feel that something has completed their own sublimation.
Those sword cultivators felt it even more strongly. Their swordsmanship seemed to be both fearful and jubilant. Even before that being appeared, it gave them an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Here he comes, that guy, he's done..."
"We've sensed it too. You sword cultivators should just stay here and avoid causing trouble later."
"Brothers, let's go! When dealing with a master like the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, we don't need to worry about chivalry. Let's charge in together!"
At the same time, several experts who were already prepared rushed out of the guest room and engaged in a fierce battle with the Wanjian Pavilion guards who were also ready.
No, calling it a bloodbath is a bit of an exaggeration. The Myriad Swords Pavilion is just one faction, and their guards are considered elite, but their opponents are the top experts from each faction.
They were overwhelmed and beaten. The white-clad disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had their defenses easily torn apart by the men in black. They began to collapse in less than ten breaths after the battle began.
The storyteller, already perched on the window sill, or perhaps even jumped down from above, found a suitable spot and began recording.
"Look at that, everyone. That's the Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan of the Third Elder of the Taiji School."
"And that one, that's the Thunder Hall Master's Five-Strike Lightning Whip."
"That guy next to him is extraordinary too. His Iron Head Technique broke the sword opposite him. Why is his head so pointed?"
"You don't understand, this is what is called a top expert."
For these storytellers, it was quite a feast for the eyes, especially since every now and then a few wounded soldiers or the aftershocks of an attack would fly past them, making it thrilling, really thrilling!
On the other side, Han Feiyu was also preparing for her appearance.
What preparations were made? Naturally, it was the same old trick we'd used countless times before: poisoning.
He took out the poisons from his puppets and, based on the original knowledge of the Gu poison master Wudujun, mixed them together like a stew.
"Add a little Five Poisons Powder, a little Yama's Laughter, and a little Nine Netherworld Bone-Dissolving Water, and mmm, it tastes great."
The venom changed from its initial white color to a multicolored black, then became viscous, bubbling and bubbling, and finally became clear and transparent again.
One of the puppets dipped its finger in the ink, but before it could even taste it, the puppet's body turned black and transformed back into a tattered manuscript.
"It looks like it's working well?"
He planned to pour this into the chicken soup and then send it to the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
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