"Stop!"

"Cheng’er!"

Seeing their son getting beaten, the father and mother of course flew into a rage, spurring their horses and galloping over.

The monk neither spoke nor reacted, just gave them a sideways glare and quietly watched things develop.

"Cheng’er!"

A mother naturally feels the most pain for her child. She flew off her horse, rushed over, and at a glance saw the youth curled up into a ball, face deathly pale, hissing in pain. His left wrist was clearly already broken, skin split open, flesh torn, white bone glaringly exposed. She couldn’t help but let out a scream, "Ah!" Her hatred made her grit her teeth, pain pierced her heart, tears streaming down her face.

The son’s arm had been broken; as the father, anger naturally surged up in him. All the more when he glanced over at the beloved horse of the family, now hanging its head, collapsed to the side, blood streaming from nostrils and mouth, not moving at all, its chest a bruised blue‑black. It was obvious it had been killed in one strike. His fury grew even harder to suppress.

Still, he did have some experience. Now he could see that although the monk opposite had weak, fading breath, as if he’d recently taken some heavy damage, his body gaunt and withered, like he was on the verge of Soldier Disintegration, he was still solidly at the Golden Core Realm. The strength in his hands was vicious and sufficient—one sweep of the pole had killed the horse outright. To only break Cheng’er’s arm was already holding back.

But he was, after all, a father. Watching his child wail and his wife weep, how could he possibly swallow this breath?

"You evil monk! You’re too vicious! Such a cruel hand! He’s just a child!"

The thin monk couldn’t help shivering when he heard this. He rolled his eyes at them, still not speaking. He only swept his bamboo pole, giving a flick, and hooked the sword bag into his hand. His wrist turned, and with a couple of "swish swish," he drew a pair of Dragon and Tiger Double Swords, expressionless, flashing the swords.

"Good. Taiyi Mountain Taoyuan Zongzhen Sect, Outer Door Disciple Luo Yi. I have yet to ask your names."

Seeing this, the father also knew the other side held them in contempt. Since that was the case, he couldn’t be bothered to waste words. He leapt from his horse, drew his sword, and let Jianghu matters be settled in the Jianghu.

"Take my horse and go!"

"Mother!"

The woman shoved the bundle in her arms into her son’s hands, and also drew her sword, standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband.

"Taiyi Mountain, Jiang Rizhu!"

To protect their son, this father and mother naturally stepped up together. Their stance and movement clearly showed they were from the same sect and same master; even the treasure swords in their hands were distinctly one black and one white, one Yin and one Yang, forming a paired male‑female set. At this moment, of course they were going for Dual Sword Fusion, fighting together.

The thin monk seemed to be in a bad mood, too lazy to answer. He only gave them a glance, thrust his long sword in his left hand forward and set the short sword in his right hand across, crossing them into an upside‑down cross.

The husband and wife exchanged a glance, and truly couldn’t tell what sect or school this move belonged to. But they couldn’t care that much. They immediately formed a Dual Sword Formation, treading Yin and Yang with their steps, attacking from left and right together. They unleashed a set of Yin Yang Sword Technique, striking in for the kill.

Their set of Yin Yang Sword Technique really was quite classic. After all, the Heavenly Dao of this world is called Taiji Heaven; the core principle emphasizes precisely that "Yi gives birth to Taiji, which gives birth to Two Forms, Two Forms transform into Four Symbols, Four Symbols evolve into Eight Trigram."

Thus it doesn’t belong solely to Taiyi Mountain. The nine major sects and even other Daoist Inheritance sects all more or less have some Two Forms, Four Symbols, Eight Trigram type techniques—moves and battle arts specifically for evolving Taiji. These moves can’t be called especially powerful Divine Skills, but at least they accord with the Heavenly Dao, can evolve all things. No matter male‑female, Yin‑Yang, young‑old, water‑fire, earth‑wind, all can be transformed through this Dao.

The Mystic Sect naturally has also deduced all sorts of Yin Yang Sword Technique, Two Forms Saber Technique, and Tai Chi Palm Technique, passing them down to outer disciples to give them some self‑defense while they Cultivate and refine Refining, firm up their foundation, and at the same time enact the Heavenly Dao and attune to the Heavenly Heart.

And this combined Sword Array was precisely the classic swordsmanship Taiyi Mountain teaches its Outer Door, specially for Daoist companion Dual Cultivation. Two hearts as one, their edge cuts through metal, they fly together like paired wings, feelings solid and unbreakable. Not only do the routines coordinate and complement each other to perfection, once the battle drags on, the power and sword energy the two generate can cycle and give birth to each other, mutually reinforcing, their Dao Power doubling.

At this time, combined with their coordinated assault routines, one would stab the skull, one would cleave the shoulder and arm, one would break the guard, one would pierce the Heart Core. The key point was bullying the few with the many, speed crushing slowness. If they opened with a chained sequence and drove you into a fluster, naturally you’d be instantly skewered by a flurry of blades. If you could block and delay them into the later phase, they could then rely on the Daoist companion pair’s many years of party experience—their rich routines, tacit coordination, Wuqiong variations, and Qi Power stacking—to grind you down for the win.

In short, to put it simply, it’s two people busting out a co‑op ultimate, bullying you because one person’s two fists can’t beat four hands. A flurry of sword flowers sweeps and twists down, swearing to split you so bad your own mother wouldn’t recognize you!!

Too bad this Yin Yang Sword Technique hadn’t even gotten through a few sequences—the fight was over in the very first move.

Yep. First‑contact kill. Winner decided.

As if, at the very instant the other side drew their swords, he already knew where those two blades would stab and where they’d split. The monk completely ignored the dazzling sword shadows, ignored the chaotic dance of sword flowers. Taking advantage of the fact that the Daoist energy and sword energy on the field had yet to fully surge, that the pair hadn’t had time to fully bring out the power of the Yin Yang Sword Technique, he drove his long sword straight into the sword light. He hooked, blocked, and twisted the black sword’s sword blade in the woman’s hand—flowing like drifting clouds and running water—then reversed the edge and rolled it straight back up.

It turned out the monk had seen at a glance that this woman’s Qi Blood was depleted, her Inner Strength somewhat lacking, wrist strength insufficient, and on top of that her emotions were surging and her Daoist Heart unstable. She launched half a beat too fast—an opening he could exploit. So with a casual sword flower he caught her treasure sword, and in an instant gave a tug, one sword twisting into the man’s viscera. The woman of course was shocked and let go of her sword, her strength spilling out. Naturally the sword light chased straight up after her; the sword blade gave a single slice and chopped off an arm, then shaved straight through her throat!