Chen Gu’s laughter echoed from afar: "I await you!"

Then the voice became distant.

And disappeared.

A sharp momentum, carrying the residual might of a hundred battles, had already entered Baiyun State City.

It surged forward in a domineering sweep, with unmatched momentum, heading straight for the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.

Duan Xiyang paused, furrowed his brow, and a sudden chill of killing aura flashed in his eyes: "Why has Xue Fuxiao come?"

Feng Yunqi let out a long breath, unexpectedly flickered, and leapt out the window.

He stood on the rooftop of the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower, shouting with excitement as if finding a lifeline: "Xue Fuxiao... come save me! Help me..."

"Who?"

Xue Fuxiao was surprised.

Is there such a person here?

Someone who can unabashedly call out my name is definitely amongst the world’s elites; ordinarily, they wouldn’t dare.

Yet, someone of such caliber is calling for rescue!

This is even stranger.

Xue Fuxiao flew over immediately, then realized, this fellow was at his target location.

He descended directly, and then saw.

An acquaintance!

"Brother Qi?"

Xue Fuxiao was somewhat surprised: "What’s wrong with you? Who wants to kill you?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Save me."

Feng Yunqi grabbed Xue Fuxiao and pulled him into Duan Xiyang’s room.

The Heavenly Palace and Underworld Sect elders who led the assembly: "..."

Everyone was ashen-faced.

Especially the Deity of the Sun and the Deity of the Moon from the Heavenly Palace.

Snow Fuxiao had actually arrived!

The Guardian had indeed made a move.

But this time, Snow Fuxiao was late.

Missed it all, would he be enraged? If Snow Fuxiao gets angry, who will his wrath descend upon?

Suddenly, everyone was uneasy and restless.

"Let’s all gather and discuss it."

The Deity of the Sun issued a summons.

But surprisingly, several sects dared not come: "We really don’t dare to confront the Emotion Cutting Saber, please forgive us."

Led by Hanjian Mountain Sect and Futu Mountain Sect, a total of six or seven elders halted directly.

"..."

This damn...

But no matter what, the Heavenly Palace and Underworld couldn’t escape it.

Seeing this situation.

Only the Heavenly Palace and Underworld could first gather together to discuss.

Meanwhile, on Snow Fuxiao’s side.

As he entered the room...

"It’s you?"

Snow Fuxiao was stunned.

Perhaps others might disguise themselves and he wouldn’t recognize them, but this fellow, even if disguised or changed beyond recognition, he could recognize clearly at a glance.

"Duan Xiyang? How the hell are you here? You’re here, yet your Vice Sect Master is trying to stop me like he’s running away with a wife?"

Snow Fuxiao felt completely baffled.

Then asked: "What have you done to Brother Qi?"

Duan Xiyang flicked his sleeve, scattering the chessboard on the table, and said indifferently: "Even if I want to kill him, isn’t it quite normal? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Snow Fuxiao immediately understood and burst into laughter: "A crappy chessman forcing someone to play chess? Made someone worried sick? Hahaha... Old Duan, how can you have the audacity to drag Feng Yunqi, such a master, into a match?"

Duan Xiyang said with a dark face: "What does it matter to you? Why, got beaten up by our Vice Sect Master Chen?"

Snow Fuxiao, even though extremely disheveled, with his white robe almost unrecognizable, showed no change in expression, and said indifferently: "Chen Gu and a few others intercepted me, but whether I was beaten... hehe, ask around and you’ll know who got beaten."

With that, he removed Feng Guohai from his back.

After several fierce battles, the world seemed to turn upside down.

But Feng Guohai was completely unharmed, though his divine sense was exhausted, causing him to fall unconscious.

But this exhaustion was due to constantly pondering the fighting techniques of the likes of Xue Fuxiao and other martial arts masters, losing himself in deep contemplation.

Unrelated to any injury.

Seeing Feng Guohai unconscious but without any physical injuries, not even signs of internal turmoil, as he lay on the chair.

Duan Xiyang’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He furrowed his brow, looking at Xue Fuxiao, and asked: "Was it Chen Gu, Baizhan Blade, Heavenly King Flute, Kuangren Halberd that besieged you?"

Xue Fuxiao replied: "It was them, but they didn’t engage me in a life-and-death battle, just blocked my way here."

Duan Xiyang paused and said: "But surrounded by four of them, you managed to protect this kid without a scratch."

He cautioned: "How many days did it last?"

"Half a month."

Xue Fuxiao replied: "Old Duan, why, is this surprising? If it were you, wouldn’t it be quite normal too?"

Duan Xiyang coldly sneered: "Fighting against me, you surely held back."

He lifted his head, and an extremely sharp spear-like brightness shot forth from his eyes, at this moment of battle intent, soaring like waves from the depths of the ocean to the heavens.

He articulated word by word: "You fought for fifteen days, I won’t exploit you while you’re weak. But once you recover, battle with me!"

Xue Fuxiao couldn’t have anticipated stirring up such a super trouble this time, he bitterly said: "No need for this. How many times have we fought? Still fighting?"

Duan Xiyang glared, extended a finger, pointed at Xue Fuxiao’s eyes, and angrily cursed: "You son of a bitch! Treating me like a fool all these years?"

Duan Xiyang was truly enraged!

Because, considering Xue Fuxiao’s accomplishments this time, he probably couldn’t replicate it.

Duan Xiyang realized that this bastard Xue Fuxiao had been hiding his true strength! All these years fighting him, and never using full power! This old cheat is simply inhuman.

In an instant, a strain of fury welled up in Duan Xiyang’s heart, a raging emotion bursting forth from within.

Sparking an impulse to destroy everything.

What kind of person am I? I am Duan Xiyang! And damn, I’ve been played like a fool all these years?

Xue Fuxiao frowned and said: "Old Duan, you’re too attached to appearances."

"Attached to your ancestors’ appearances! Son of a bitch! Fooling me!"

Duan Xiyang cursed at the top of his lungs.

Fury surged, uncontrollable. Then he was about to draw his spear.