"Huh?" Scarface suddenly grinned maliciously. "Isn't this Ninth Elder's top disciple, Gan Feng? Brothers, take him down!"
Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen gleaming swords were already pointed at Gan Feng.
The atmosphere inside the inn was tense, with a chilling air about it.
Gan Feng knew he could no longer hide, so he ripped off the cloth from his head and coldly stared at the Ming Cult members who had surrounded him.
"Now that you've found out, come on!"
The scarred man grinned maliciously, "Gan Feng, you can't escape! Today is your death day!"
The members of the Ming Cult glared angrily, their eyes flashing with hatred.
They gritted their teeth, wishing they could devour Gan Feng alive.
"Take him down!" Scarface gave the order, and the men pounced on him like wolves.
In an instant, chaos erupted inside the inn. Tables and chairs were overturned, and wine pots and porcelain bowls were smashed to pieces.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and wine splashed all over the place, turning the entire hall into a battlefield.
Gan Feng's eyes flashed like lightning, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword at his waist was drawn.
A flash of cold light appeared, the sword blade shimmering with a chilling gleam like quicksilver.
He flashed forward, rushing towards the nearest enemy like a ghost.
With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere.
The Ming Cult disciple hastily raised his sword to meet the attack, but Gan Feng's sword strike made his hand go numb, and he staggered back several steps.
Taking advantage of the situation, Gan Feng lunged forward, flicking his wrist, and his sword, like a serpent spitting its tongue, bypassed the opponent's blade and went straight for his throat.
The man was terrified and barely managed to dodge to the side, but Gan Feng was already prepared.
He stomped his left foot hard, used the momentum to turn around, and lashed out with his right leg like a whip, hitting a table right next to him.
With a muffled thud, the tabletop flew out like a cannonball and slammed heavily into the chest of another enemy who was rushing towards them.
The man couldn't dodge in time, was hit and coughed up blood, flying backward and crashing into the wall.
Gan Feng was secretly pleased, but dared not relax in the slightest.
As expected, the Ming Cult members became even more frenzied upon seeing the loss of two members.
Someone brandished a long sword, hacking at the surrounding tables, chairs, and benches, and charged towards Gan Feng amidst flying wood chips.
Some people were agile and moved between the tables and chairs to launch surprise attacks.
Some even concealed weapons in their hands, waiting for the right moment to launch a fatal attack.
This kind of relentless attack is really keeping Ganfeng on its toes!
But he was a disciple of the Huayun Sect, and he absolutely could not submit to these despicable Ming Cult villains!
"Master, your disciple will never let you down!" Gan Feng secretly vowed in his heart, his long sword becoming even more shrewd.
Even if it means death, he will never allow these Ming Cult members to humiliate him so easily!
He seized the opportunity and cleaved a table with his sword: with a "crack," the table was split in two, and the broken pieces of wood flew everywhere, forcing back the surrounding enemies.
Amidst the flying sawdust, Gan Feng seized the opportunity to lunge forward, his longsword darting out like a serpent from its hole, aiming straight for the throat of a Ming Cult disciple.
The man hurriedly retreated, but was tripped by his companion behind him and fell to the ground.
Gan Feng sneered, turned his sword, and thrust it straight down.
Just as the man was about to die by the sword, a long saber suddenly appeared out of nowhere: with a loud clang, Gan Feng's hand went numb, and the long sword almost slipped from his grasp.
Gan Feng sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated several steps.
He was panting heavily, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.
The continuous high-intensity battles had exhausted his physical strength, and his arms were sore and weak.
"No, I can't fall!" Gan Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing as he scanned the menacing enemies around him, secretly plotting his escape.
Just then, a Ming Cult disciple seized the opportunity when Gan Feng was defending against the attack from the left and launched a surprise attack from behind, aiming his dagger straight for Gan Feng's back.
Gan Feng felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge, but his exhausted body reacted slowly.
With a "ripping" sound, the dagger slashed through his clothes, leaving a bloody gash on his back.
Intense pain instantly swept through his body, and Gan Feng couldn't help but groan, cold sweat pouring down his back.
He endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth, turned around, and with a single sword strike, barely managed to force the attacker back.
Gan Feng forcefully mobilized the last of his true energy, preparing for a final desperate attempt.
At this critical moment, a sharp shout rang out like a thunderclap:
"stop!"
With this angry shout, a powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire inn.
Everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked in horror toward the direction from which the sound came.
A burly old man strode in, his eyes gleaming like lightning, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.
Each step felt like it carried immense force, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"Master!" Gan Feng recognized the person who had come and burst into tears of joy.
The Ninth Elder's eyes were sharp as he scanned the area before finally settling on Gan Feng.
Seeing his apprentice covered in blood, a pang of heartache flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by overwhelming rage.
"Who dares to harm my disciple?" the Ninth Elder roared, his voice booming like a bell, making everyone present's eardrums buzz.
The members of the Ming Cult looked at each other, none of them daring to utter a sound.
The Ninth Elder snorted coldly and waved his hand, instantly unleashing a powerful surge of true energy that swept across the entire area.
Those Ming Cult disciples stumbled and fell like scarecrows, completely disoriented.
"Get out!" the Ninth Elder roared again.
The Ming Cult members dared not linger any longer and fled the inn in a panic.
In the blink of an eye, only the master and his apprentice remained in the huge inn.
The Ninth Elder quickly walked to Gan Feng's side, carefully supporting him, his voice full of concern: "Disciple, are you alright?"
Gan Feng forced a smile despite the pain in his back: "I am fine, thank you Master for arriving in time."
The Ninth Elder gently patted Gan Feng's shoulder and said with satisfaction, "Good disciple, I am proud of you. It is truly commendable that you were able to fight against so many people and hold out until I arrived."
Hearing his master's praise, Gan Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and all his fatigue and pain seemed to disappear.
Just as he was about to speak, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him, his body went limp, and he almost collapsed.
The Ninth Elder quickly helped him up and said with heartache, "Silly disciple, why are you being so stubborn? Come, let your master heal your injuries."
As he spoke, the Ninth Elder carefully helped Gan Feng sit down and began to use his inner energy to heal him.
Then, the Ninth Elder waved his sleeve and immediately led Gan Feng back to the Huayun Sect.
Those subordinates who had fled back to the Ming Cult from the inn in a disheveled state now stood trembling before Wu Hai.
The atmosphere inside the hall was heavy; even breathing became a cautious affair.
Wu Hai's face was grim, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Reporting to my lord, Gan Feng... Gan Feng has been rescued by the Ninth Elder..." a subordinate reported, his voice trembling and growing softer.
Wu Hai stood up abruptly, his eyes blazing with fury: "Useless!"
He roared, his voice booming like thunder: "You can't even take down one Gan Feng, and you still have the nerve to come back and see me?"
Before he finished speaking, Wu Hai waved his hand, and several sharp bursts of energy shot out.
"Ah!" Screams rose and fell, and several unlucky henchmen collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
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