“You’re just too worried,” Bei Yan Yungui said dismissively.

“Who in the martial world is afraid of Li Po? I don’t see what’s so great about him.”

“We just used a little trick and played him in the palm of our hand, didn’t we?”

Bei Yan Yiyi said, “You still shouldn't underestimate Li Po. I’ve studied his past battles.”

“He seems to be following his opponent's thinking, but in reality, he’s looking for the node in their layout.”

“Once he finds it, he’ll strike decisively, breaking the opponent’s layout and rendering all their follow-up moves useless.”

“Li Po earned the title of Wolf King of Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) because of his calmness in the face of brutality.”

“This person is not easy to deal with!”

“We should still be careful.”

Bei Yan Yungui laughed dismissively, “Sister, you’re too worried. Look, Ye Yang’s sword energy is still there, what does that mean? It means they’re still opening the ghost gate!”

As if intentionally slapping Bei Yan Yungui in the face, as soon as he finished speaking, a strange sound of spurting blood came from a distance.

A few seconds later, a head fell from a tree.

When Bei Yan Yungui turned his head, he saw only a headless corpse squatting on a branch, still holding a crossbow tightly.

Bei Yan Yungui’s face changed drastically, and two more corpses flew out of the grass in the distance.

“Be on guard!” Bei Yan Yiyi roared, drawing her Wild Goose Wing Saber and backing away with Bei Yan Yungui.

I walked out of the shadows openly and brazenly, “Who’s in charge?”

“Li Po!” Bei Yan Yungui’s eyes narrowed sharply.

I said coldly, “I’ll ask again, who’s in charge?”

Seeing that neither of them spoke, I said again, “You don’t even dare to face each other as kings, how can you talk about the Yi Tian Nine Sons?”

Bei Yan Yungui finally couldn’t bear it any longer, shouted, “I’m in charge!” and charged towards me.

As my dual sabers met Bei Yan Yungui, Ye Yang’s long sword slashed diagonally towards Bei Yan Yiyi.

The fierce saber light instantly covered the four of us, and from a distance, only the cold light flying in the air could be seen.

When the Bei Yan family’s guards ran out of the shadows to reinforce us, a dark light suddenly flashed from the grass, swiftly passing the opponent’s legs, and their left leg flew out with blood in the light and shadow.

While the opponent was still screaming, a hand reached out from the grass and covered their mouth.

While the person was still struggling, they heard their own voice in their ear: “The ghost gate is open, run!”

Cang Jian (Hidden Sword), who made the sound, not only imitated the other person's voice perfectly, but even brought out the desperate struggle of a person on the verge of death.

The person’s eyes widened suddenly, and Cang Jian’s small knife slowly slit their throat.

This was the last guard of the Bei Yan family; the rest were lying quietly in the grass.

Over there, Wang Xiaohuan, dressed in black, was quietly watching the battle next to a corpse, when he suddenly heard my voice in his ear: “Find a way to capture Bei Yan Yungui later, and let Bei Yan Yiyi go.”

Wang Xiaohuan’s eyes moved slightly, and the white light erupting from the battle intensified, and shouts continued to come from the light and shadow.

This meant that both sides had used their killing moves.

At this moment, Bei Yan Yungui’s figure suddenly appeared outside the battle, aiming at the battle circle and drawing his longbow.

Wang Xiaohuan sneered, “Shifting Shadows? You haven’t mastered it!”

The reason why Bei Yan Yungui was able to get out of the battle was because he left his shadow in the battlefield to entangle with me.

Wang Xiaohuan gently touched the backpack next to him, and the next second, a hand holding scissors stretched out from under the stone at Bei Yan Yungui’s feet.

The slightly opened scissors quietly approached the Achilles tendon of Bei Yan Yungui’s right foot, but he didn’t notice it at all.

Just as Bei Yan Yungui was about to exert force, Cang Jian’s scissors suddenly closed, and with a snap, they cut off the other person’s Achilles tendon.

Bei Yan Yungui fell to the ground screaming, and the arrow in his hand shot out aimlessly.

The cold light transformed by the long arrow pierced into the battle circle in an instant, and three figures retreated in different directions.

I held up my dual sabers diagonally and said, “Bei Yan Yiyi, do you still want to fight?”

Bei Yan Yiyi saw her younger brother struggling desperately in the pool of blood, closed her eyes, and threw away the Wild Goose Wing Saber.

I gave a slight thumbs up: “A wise choice. Tie them up!”

As Wang Xiaohuan acupunctured the other person, I slowly walked towards Bei Yan Yungui.

Bei Yan Yungui completely collapsed at this time: “Li Po, don’t kill me… I surrender, I’m willing to surrender.”

I slowly squatted down: “You can live if you want to. Transfer your Qi Luck to Feng Ruohang, and I’ll let you live, I promise.”

Bei Yan Yungui didn’t even think about it: “How do I transfer it?”

I beckoned Feng Ruohang over and had her stand in front of Bei Yan Yungui: “It’s very simple, you can kneel down and swear allegiance to her.”

“Of course, we won’t let you do anything? Kneel down, kowtow, swear an oath, and you can leave.”

Bei Yan Yungui was dumbfounded: “You want me to kneel down to a woman?”