"Kill!!"

In the next second, Bai Feihan took a step forward, shattering the roof tiles, and swooped down like a great bird. A long, slender, curved blade suddenly appeared in his hand, carrying a saber light covered in Internal Force, carving out a massive silver full moon in mid-air as it slashed toward Lin Hui.

At the same time, the bald man at the rear cast his fishing net, instantly covering a range of over ten meters and locking down most of the directions Lin Hui could use to maneuver or dodge. The fishing net glimmered with white light, illuminating the surrounding snow.

This bald man was also an expert at the Perfection of Internal Force!

Not only that, but the other gray-robed man deployed his movement technique, soaring into the air like a giant bird. He circled and pounced toward Lin Hui from another angle, sealing off all avenues of escape from a third direction.

With the three of them combining their strength, they locked down Lin Hui's position in an instant, anticipating the vast majority of directions he might dodge toward.

And finally, directly in front, Yao Huan roared in anger. Mustering all her Internal Force, she cleaved out a snow-white wall of saber light, more than three meters high and four meters wide, crushing down toward Lin Hui.

With this, all directions for evasion were blocked. Lin Hui's group of five was sealed in the center, like turtles in a jar.

The wind blew, and snow fell, but at this moment, the fragmented snow was whipped into a chaotic flurry by the fierce winds from all four sides.

It was as if the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Lin Hui held his sword, sensing the powerful offensives rushing in from all sides. He couldn't predict the intensity of all the attacks, nor did he have the time to target each offensive one by one and analyze its weaknesses. After all, he hadn't undergone that kind of cultivation.

But it didn't matter. To kill, a single instant is enough.

Clang!

In a flash, a circular sword trace appeared around him.

Strangely, the sword trace was swung out ahead of time, before the surrounding attacks even arrived. It was as if it wasn't unleashed to counter the four great offensives at all, but merely swung for the sake of swinging a sword.

Did he give up? Or was it a misjudgment? Was he too panicked and made a mistake?

"Temple Master of Clear Wind Temple, is this all you amount to! Faced with life and death, you too are helpless!"

"Not good, Ah-Huan, look out!!" Suddenly, Bai Feihan's expression changed drastically. Realizing what was happening, he forcibly twisted his saber light, lunging toward the direction of his disciple.

Just now, without realizing it, their attention had been attracted by that strange sword trace, causing the movements of their offensive to involuntarily slow down for a split second.

If they were ordinary people, it would have been fine; a split second wouldn't delay anything. But at their level, a split second of hesitation was enough to decide life and death in an exchange!

Pu-chi!

In a trance, Bai Feihan saw Lin Hui's figure appear beside his disciple as if skipping through space. He saw the other's lips move slightly, as if saying something.

Then.

Yao Huan's tall, sturdy body—person and saber alike, along with the wall of saber light she had slashed out—was split diagonally apart from the middle.

Whoosh!

A terrifying sword trace suddenly split open on Yao Huan's body, slicing her neatly into two sections from her left shoulder to her right waist.

"Ahhhhh!! You seek death!!!" Bai Feihan's entire body's Qi and blood exploded with a boom.

He had nurtured her for many years, finally raising a Head Disciple in the Internal Force Realm, waiting for someone to uphold the sect's facade when he became old and frail in the future. With Yao Huan's aptitude, in another twenty years, she would definitely have reached the Perfection of Internal Force, and by then, he could have enjoyed his twilight years in peace.

But everything, everything was destroyed right here and now, on the snowy ground less than ten meters away from him.

The fishing net missed. Their encirclement and blockade—all of it missed. And the outcome was that in a single encounter, Yao Huan of the Internal Force Realm was dismembered by a single sword strike.

Blood scattered, dyeing the whiteness with spots of red cherry blossoms. Immediately, the red cherry blossoms connected into a patch, slowly melting like red earth.

"My sword is perfect. My movement technique is so, and I am so."

Lin Hui easily left behind an afterimage, dodging the follow-up pursuit of the three men. In the next instant, he flashed and vanished, reappearing on a nearby roof.

"Flawless, unblemished. The result of swinging a perfect, flawless sword must also be perfect and flawless."

He pointed his sword tip diagonally at the ground, looking at the three men who were already crouching by the corpse to check the situation.

"Wouldn't you agree?"

"Agree? Your mother!!! Fuck! I'm going to kill you!!" Bai Feihan stood up violently, the white light of Internal Force on his body burning like flames, jumping violently.

"Old Bai!"

"Wait, Old Bai!!" The other two wanted to pull him back, but it was already too late.

Bai Feihan seemed to have erupted with some kind of secret art. Veins bulged all over his skin, and his muscles swelled abnormally, pulsating. The hand gripping the saber looked overly congested with blood, taking on an eerie purple hue.

Though his anger was great, he was very clear about the terror of that sword strike just now. Logically speaking, they had inquired beforehand; although Lin Hui's sword was fast, against Yao Huan, who focused on defense in the Internal Force Realm, he shouldn't have been able to break her defense in a short time.

That was why they had Yao Huan block him from the front. Yes, they didn't seek merit, only to avoid fault—just a simple block. She only needed to block him for a split second, and everything would have been settled.

But what no one expected was that the four of them—four Internal Force experts, two of whom were at the Perfection of Internal Force—actually got distracted in front of that strange sword trace!

In such a life-and-death battle, they actually got distracted!?

This was simply unimaginable! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and experienced it personally, Bai Feihan simply couldn't imagine how such a sword technique could exist in the world!

When experts exchanged blows, a split second of distraction was enough to determine victory, defeat, life, and death. And so, Yao Huan was gone. A battle they thought was foolproof had ushered in the most tragic result.

"Die!!"

Bai Feihan's speed surged, his strength surged. With speed at least fifty percent faster than before, he rushed in front of Lin Hui and slashed upward from below. The saber light sliced open the eaves, cleaving toward Lin Hui's right foot.

But it only slashed apart an afterimage.

Lin Hui's speed actually increased yet again at this moment. He merely took a slight step to the left, precisely avoiding the enraged Bai Feihan's slash. The snow-bright full moon saber light flew less than a meter from his side, slowly dissipating after slicing through a large swath of wind and snow.

Lin Hui took another step, precisely avoiding another white saber shadow. One on the roof, one on the ground—as if performing a coordinated drill, Lin Hui precisely avoided every saber strike, every offensive.

"Is this guy's anticipation that terrifying!?" The gray-robed man preparing to act nearby looked extremely grim.

"It's not anticipation!" The bald man's eyes were solemn to the extreme. "He isn't anticipating Old Bai; he's seeing the saber first and then dodging! This is face-to-face evasion!! His speed is too fast, his reaction is too fast, so much so that continuously, it looks like anticipation!"

"And that sword technique... it's simply like he's been possessed by a demon, forcibly drawing in one's mind. What exactly is this guy..." The gray-robed man had long since lost the notion of competing in speed.

After Lin Hui erupted with that instant of super-high speed just now, he knew he was far from being his opponent. But speed aside, he didn't expect the other party to also possess such a strange sword technique.

Although many martial arts of various schools had similar moves—for example, Bai Feihan's Flying Stone Sect used to have saber techniques that could draw in the mind—those were distraction moves occasionally used in duels. In reality, something like this that could draw in all four of them at once could completely allow one to stand undefeated in a group battle.

Because when people exchanged blows rapidly, the opponents one truly faced were actually just the few people in the immediate vicinity. Being able to draw in four people meant he already had no fear of group battles, not to mention that terrifying speed.

"Do we still fight?" The gray-robed man now felt an intent to retreat.

They came to Tuyue to retire, not to throw their lives away. Since the situation was hopeless, anyone who still insisted on fighting hard was either having an episode or truly had brain problems.

"Old Bai can't beat him. Save the person first, retreat, and then we'll talk. The feud is set; this matter must be settled!" The bald man said ruthlessly. His gaze turned toward the few disciples of Clear Wind Temple who had already retreated some distance away.

"While we have the chance, hurry!"

The gray-robed man understood instantly. Merging his body into a gray shadow, he pounced toward Wang Hongshi and the other three. They had to grab hostages first to ensure their own safety. Otherwise, with Lin Hui's speed combined with that strange sword technique...

Just thinking about it made the two of them feel terrified.

But in the next instant.

A figure silently flashed in front of the two, blocking the path to Wang Hongshi and the others. The figure slowly raised his head, holding his sword horizontally. It was Lin Hui, who had just been fighting Bai Feihan.

"Sorry, this road is closed."

He revealed a perfect, flawless smile, just like that perfect, flawless sword just now.

"Good chance! His Internal Force isn't strong; hit him head-on and kill him!!" The gray-robed man and the bald man had this thought almost simultaneously.

The two coordinated like lightning, one left and one right. The fishing net was cast, and a white light palm struck out. Instantly, they covered most of the surrounding angles.

But unfortunately, both the fishing net and the palm passed through Lin Hui's figure simultaneously.

It was still an afterimage.

And behind the gray-robed man, the real Lin Hui had appeared there at some point. The Clear River Sword had already silently broken through a point in the Internal Force barrier, tapping against the skin of the gray-robed man's back heart.

The sealing toxin took effect, and the Internal Force dissipated.

A flash of blood.

Lin Hui sheathed his sword and looked at Bai Feihan and the bald man, who were rushing toward him again.

"Do you need me to wait for you?"

He raised his sword, revealing a smile as warm as sunshine. Behind him, a headless corpse crashed to the ground.

"Retreat!!"

The bald man sweated all over. Changing direction at extreme speed. Ignoring Bai Feihan, he turned and ran.

But he had only run a dozen meters when he heard the Internal Force barrier around his body explode with a crisp sound, sparks scattering. His Internal Force began to be consumed violently.

Not good! His expression changed drastically, and he reached into his waist pouch, grabbing an object.

Pu-chi!

Unfortunately, his hand only reached halfway before everything ended.

The bald man's eyes were wide open, maintaining his original posture as he fell face-first into the snow, never to rise again. At his back heart, directly over his heart, a slender sword wound slowly oozed scarlet blood.

"There's still one last one." Lin Hui turned around and looked at Bai Feihan.

At this moment, Bai Feihan's heart had turned completely cold.

After the surge of hot blood passed, seeing his companions die miserably one after another, seeing one-third of the Flying Stone Sect's experts die in front of him just like that... Even the hottest blood should have cooled.

"Ah!!" Suddenly, he roared and lunged at the nearest person, Qiu Yiren, reaching out to grab the girl, attempting to take her hostage. Just as Lin Hui had killed his disciple, he would kill the other's disciple to vent his hatred!

But...

Clang!

Bai Feihan's lunging body was forcibly beaten back by a tremendous force.

He retreated several steps and lunged again toward Chen Sui on one side.

Clang!

Once again, he was blocked and pushed back.

Then he lunged at Huang Shan.

Clang!

Without exception, Bai Feihan's vision blurred, and he was blocked back again.

"Are you learning from me?" Lin Hui stood several meters in front of him, looking relaxed. "Unfortunately, you can't do it."

Bai Feihan's lips trembled. Panic and anger mixed in his heart, turning into a huge impulse to explode. But the weakness in his body after the secret art told him that if he exploded again, he would die.

He just stood there, holding his saber, the white light on his body flickering uncertainly.

"Are you... planning... to kill me?"

Several breaths later, he trembled and squeezed out a sentence.