Yuan Zhongfei stopped in his tracks, frowning as he looked at the burly man leading the black-clothed figures ahead.
Although his face was covered, his physique was robust and powerful, and the aura emanating from him was genuinely of the Bones Transformation Realm. Although slightly weaker than him, he possessed the strength of Bones Transformation Fourth Layer.
The opponent's voice and aura felt somewhat familiar to him, and he quickly realized the identity of the person before him.
"River-Crossing Dragon King Yi, it's you!"
"Haha... Yuan Lao'er, your perception is as sharp as ever. I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
The burly black-clothed man laughed heartily twice, then tore off the mask on his face, revealing an ugly, rugged face.
"The White Dragon Gang is gone, how are you here?"
Yuan Zhongfei frowned tightly, staring intently at the other party.
The burly man before him was one of the two great Protectors of the White Dragon Gang.
He was one of the two strongest individuals in the White Dragon Gang, apart from the Shi Yan brothers.
"Naturally, I am here waiting for you rats, but I didn't expect to run into Yuan Lao'er. It's perfect, I'll avenge the palm strike from back then today."
Wang Yi spoke coldly, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent as he looked at Yuan Zhongfei.
"Revenge! You're not qualified enough for that."
Yuan Zhongfei narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
"Then what about me?"
Another deep voice came from behind the crowd.
The moment he heard this voice, Yuan Zhongfei's expression changed slightly.
"Sea-Overturning Dragon King Biao!"
"That's right, it's me. Today, I will bury your Jin Yuan Yard here."
A cold laugh sounded, and a series of footsteps came from behind Yuan Zhongfei and the others. They were already completely surrounded by the enemy.
"Prepare to break through."
Yuan Zhongfei's expression was somewhat grim.
With his strength, he would surely win against either of the two, but he had no confidence facing them together. The two were not only the left and right Protectors of the White Dragon Gang but also blood brothers who understood each other well. When fighting together, they had once contended with a master of Bones Transformation Sixth Layer without falling into a disadvantage.
Especially now, the enemy's numbers were much greater than theirs, leaving no chance for a head-on confrontation.
Before he could say more, two strong gusts of wind were already heading straight for him. Wang Biao and Wang Yi rapidly approached.
Yuan Zhongfei took a deep breath, his legs suddenly swelled, and he charged straight at Wang Yi. His only chance was to quickly defeat Wang Yi, who was slightly weaker in strength.
However, the opponent had already anticipated his plan. Facing Yuan Zhongfei's fierce offensive, Wang Yi did not hesitate to activate his secret technique and resist with all his might.
Yuan Zhongfei's offensive was like a fierce tide, quickly suppressing him to the point of being unable to breathe. However, a series of tragic screams kept echoing.
Among them were his direct Disciples. Yuan Zhongfei instinctively looked back.
He saw one of his direct Disciples being sent flying by Wang Biao's punch, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood, and crashing heavily into an ancient tree, his aura rapidly weakening.
"Fang'er!!"
Yuan Zhongfei roared in anger.
"Still dare to be distracted!"
Before he could do anything, a cold laugh came from beside his ear.
He hastily defended, but was a step too slow and was grazed on the shoulder by the opponent's Bone Strength, causing him to retreat several steps.
However, having avoided the vital points, he only suffered some superficial injuries. But if this continued, he feared that all the Disciples he brought out would be annihilated.
Yuan Zhongfei was greatly anxious. Looking at Wang Biao, who was slaughtering his Disciples like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he immediately leaped forward to block him.
He had no choice but to abandon his original plan and resist the two of them alone.
Another direction in the mountain forest.
Seven Forms Sect's Sound Interception Yard.
As the great yard that was only slightly better than the Qingniao Yard among the seven great yards.
The Disciples of the Sound Interception Yard now numbered less than 20.
The Yard Head, Zhang Caihua, was one of only two female yard heads among the seven great yards.
Her strength was comparable to Xie Qingyun's, not much stronger.
At this moment, the people from the Sound Interception Yard also stopped.
They engaged in battle with the group of black-clothed figures who had suddenly appeared.
However, there were no masters like Wang Biao or Wang Yi among these black-clothed figures.
They were basically Blood Transportation Warriors, with only one Bones Transformation Second Layer Martial Artist holding the fort.
At this moment, they were being completely dominated by the people of the Sound Interception Yard.
Bang!
Sound Interception Force!
Zhang Caihua let out a delicate shout, her hands creating a series of afterimages. A palm strike broke through the Bones Transformation Martial Artist's defense and landed on his shoulder.
The Sound Interception force erupted, sending him flying heavily. Although it didn't take his life, he would definitely suffer severe injuries.
Zhang Caihua understood that this was not the time to delay. She turned and charged into the crowd, quickly killing the group of black-clothed figures, and led her Disciples to continue fleeing.
However, shortly after they started walking, she sensed something and looked up.
A white-clothed figure stood upon a green-gold longsword, looking at her with a cold smile.
The moment she saw this white-clothed figure, her pupils contracted sharply.
"Run, scatter and run!!"
Zhang Caihua roared.
"Daydreaming."
Seeing the people of the Sound Interception Yard scattering and fleeing below, Ouyang Lengshui sneered.
He took a deep breath and let out a sharp shout.
Sound Sword exited his mouth, instantly exploding near the ears of the people below.
Disciples whose strength was below the Blood Transportation Realm immediately bled from their seven orifices and fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. Even if they didn't die, they were already crippled.
Disciples of the Blood Transportation Realm were in a slightly better situation, but they were covering their heads, screaming in pain.
Only the Bones Transformation Realm Martial Artist was relatively fine, his face slightly pale, but otherwise showing no abnormalities. After all, this Sound Sword was aimed at everyone, and its power was not as formidable as the one used against Sun Xuan in the main hall.
"Ouyang Lengshui!"
Zhang Caihua roared, tapping her toes on the ground, kicking up several shattered stones, which flew straight towards Ouyang Lengshui in the sky. She herself also moved like a phantom, rapidly approaching the opponent.
"Seeking death."
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Lengshui smiled dismissively.
The longsword landed in his hand, imbued with golden light. With a single slash, he turned the shattered stones into dust, and the sword light continued unabated, slashing Zhang Caihua to the ground.
Thump, thump, thump...
Falling to the ground, Zhang Caihua retreated several steps, a bloody mark already appearing on her body. Fortunately, she reacted in time, otherwise, that single sword strike might have severely injured her.
It was only now that she understood the feeling Master Lu Gang had back then. The sword light was so sharp it felt as if it would cleave her in two with a single strike, making her heart and body tremble.
Her protective force was as fragile as thin paper in front of it, providing little to no effect.
"I'll give you a chance. Stay by my side as a servant, and I can spare your life."
Ouyang Lengshui sized up Zhang Caihua.
Although she was not young, she looked no older than thirty, with regular features and a voluptuous figure, making her quite a beauty.
Having a Seven Forms Sect Yard Head as a sword-carrying servant would also be a good story to spread.
"You little beast, you're dreaming!"
However, Zhang Caihua was enraged.
For a dignified Yard Head to be a sword-carrying servant for a junior was practically trampling the reputation of the Seven Forms Sect into the ground.
"Seeking death."
Hearing this, Ouyang Lengshui's expression immediately turned cold. The golden light on the longsword intensified, and an extremely sharp sword light slashed towards Zhang Caihua. The fierce sword light tore through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing shriek.
Zhang Caihua's expression changed, and she activated her secret technique without hesitation, nimbly dodging to the side. She understood that she could not take this sword strike, or she would die.
Her speed was very fast, and she managed to evade this sword light. However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the hairs on her body stood on end, and a chilling sensation came from behind her.
The sword light had appeared behind her at some point. She barely managed to avoid the vital points, but one arm shattered, and a large amount of blood splattered.
Then, streaks of sword light emerged from all around her body.
This time, she was completely unable to dodge and could only watch as the sword light pierced through her.
Zhang Caihua's eyes were wide open as she stood on the ground, several deep bloody holes already appearing on her body.
"Uh..."
Dark red blood flowed from the corner of her lips, and her aura rapidly weakened until her body fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, black-clothed figures appeared in the forest and surrounded the area.
"Eliminate them all."
Ouyang Lengshui spoke indifferently. The leader of the black-clothed figures immediately responded and pursued the remaining Sound Interception Yard Disciples.
"Seven Yard Heads of the Seven Forms Sect, very well. I will use your seven lives to sacrifice my Lengshuang Sword."
Gently stroking the cold sword body, this famous sword was recently granted to him by the Sect, and it resonated with his own Bloodline.
The Seven Great Famous Swords were the hallmark of the Tianxiang Sword Sect. They were not only divine weapons that could cut through iron like mud, but they could also enhance the power of the Tianxiang Invisible Sword to a certain extent.
With this famous sword in hand, his strength had increased by at least twenty to thirty percent compared to before.
Soon, his figure disappeared into the forest, heading in another direction with his sword.
...
In the forest.
Disciples from the Qingniao Yard and Spirit Snake Courtyard hurried through.
Both yards were skilled in movement techniques, and their speed was extremely fast.
Furthermore, with two great yard heads leading the way, they quickly killed any black-clothed figures they encountered along the way.
"I wonder how the situation is with the other yards?"
Xie Qingyun couldn't help but worry in her heart as she sped along.
"Master Xie, we are acting separately, and we have a yard head leading the team. Even if they had an ambush prepared, it shouldn't cause any major trouble. As long as Wu Xing Sword Shi Hui and Tian Sanye are not there, I'm sure everything will be fine."
Yu Zhao seemed to notice something and said softly.
"That's true, but it's a pity about Sect Leader he..."
Xie Qingyun shook her head slightly.
Although the yard heads were extremely dissatisfied with Ouyang Bing's weakness, he was still the Sect Leader, the symbol of their Seven Forms Sect. Now that the Sect Leader was dead, what would become of the Seven Forms Sect in the future?
"Even if the Sect Leader is gone, as long as our seven great yards remain, the Seven Forms Sect's Legacy is not broken."
Yu Zhao was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
Having been stationed in Wanhua City for a thousand years, he never expected the Seven Forms Sect to end up like this. No one could have predicted such a result.
However, they were not ordinary people and understood that this was not the time for sentimentality. They quickly composed themselves and continued forward.
Whoosh—whoosh—
Just as everyone had not traveled far, several sharp sounds of wind breaking came.
"Be careful!"
Yu Zhao immediately shouted a warning, but it was still too late.
Several Disciples were pierced through the chest by arrows, covering their chests and falling to the ground with painful expressions.
"There are big fish here, kill every single one of them."
Shouts came from both sides of the forest. Soon, dozens of black-clothed figures surrounded them.
"Who do we have here? Turns out it's Yu Zhao and Beauty Xie!? I didn't expect to catch two at once. Brother Zhou, looks like our luck is good."
Two figures among the black-clothed figures spotted Yu Zhao and Xie Qingyun at a glance.
Although they were wearing black clothes, their faces were not covered.
"Zhou Quan, Song Changjiang, how are you here!?"
Seeing the two familiar faces, Yu Zhao's initial surprise quickly turned into a grim expression.
"Why are we here? Of course, we're waiting for you!?"
The two black-clothed figures exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
These two were masters from the Crimson Whale Hall.
Originally, Yu Zhao was puzzled after the Crimson Whale Hall was annihilated, wondering if all the masters within were killed completely.
And where did the previously active remnants escape to? He didn't expect them to appear here.
Clearly, these people either defected to the Tianxiang Sword Sect or...
Thoughts flickered in the minds of Xie Qingyun and Yu Zhao. However, the opponents did not give them much time to breathe. With a wave of their hand, the group of black-clothed figures charged towards them.
Without exception, these black-clothed figures were basically elite warriors of the Blood Transportation Realm. Besides Zhou Quan and Song Changjiang, there were also several Martial Artists who had just entered the Bones Transformation Realm.
As soon as they engaged, the Disciples of the two yards fell into a disadvantage.
Seeing this scene, Xie Qingyun and Yu Zhao were anxious, but completely powerless to help. Zhou Quan and Song Changjiang were both Martial Artists of the Bones Transformation Fourth Layer.
Each of them was no weaker than Yu Zhao, and slightly stronger than Xie Qingyun, who was at Bones Transformation Third Layer.
Along the way, Yu Zhao had continuously made moves, suffering considerable loss. Facing one of them, being able to maintain a draw was already quite difficult.
As for Xie Qingyun, she did not hesitate to activate her secret technique and chose to go head-to-head with Song Changjiang.
Although she did not fall into a disadvantage in the short term, over time, after the duration of the secret technique ended, she would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.
"Chasing Stars!"
Wei Yun let out a low shout, and a blue light appeared under her palm, directly piercing through a black-clothed figure's chest.
Immediately after, a strong gust of wind came from beside her. She hastily swung her arm back to defend but was shaken back several steps by the Giant Force. The person who came was also a Bones Transformation Martial Artist, and moreover, a Bones Transformation Second Layer Martial Artist, one Realm higher than her.
She shook her numb arm, gritted her teeth, and activated her secret technique. She understood that she could not retreat. If she didn't hold this person back, the ones who would die would be the Master and Master in the yard.
On the other side.
Bai Qing nimbly dodged several arrows in succession and became entangled with two black-clothed figures.
Her movements were agile. Although she was only at the Blood Transportation Middle Stage Realm, she was not at a disadvantage against two Blood Transportation Late Stage black-clothed figures.
Her skill and body techniques of the Shamei Realm were pushed to their limit.
Before long, she even showed a slight advantage.
This astonished the two black-clothed figures.
They exchanged glances, and simultaneously activated their secret techniques, attacking with full force.
"This little girl is not weak. Stop playing around and capture her quickly."
Instantly, Bai Qing felt the pressure greatly increase.
Although she was experienced in combat and had achieved considerable success in the Shamei Realm, facing two opponents of a higher Realm simultaneously, she felt exhausted after the burst of power.
In just a few breaths, the three of them had exchanged dozens of moves.
Screams of agony constantly echoed around them.
"Xiao Cui!"
Hearing the tragic scream of a familiar person, Bai Qing's heart tightened, and her movements inevitably paused. The opponent seized the opportunity and landed a palm strike on her shoulder.
Although she reacted in time and deflected most of the force, the remaining impact still made her face pale, her throat sweet, and a streak of bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
"Keep this little girl alive. I like this kind of cold and sassy mare..."
The two black-clothed figures gained the upper hand and attacked again, one from the left and one from the right.
"Let's cripple her first."