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Ren Xiaoyao led the team, seemingly in a panic, fleeing deep into the dense forest. Murong Lie pursued them relentlessly, his eyes gleaming with greed, as if victory was within reach. "Brother Xiaoyao, they've taken the bait!" Xia Lin whispered beside them, her tone tinged with excitement.

"Everyone, pay attention! Follow the plan!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted in a low voice, his eyes sharp and determined. He directed his troops to fight and retreat, intentionally or unintentionally leaving behind a trail of broken weapons, bloodstained cloth, and messy footprints. All of this resembled the traces left by exhausted fugitives.

Murong Lie looked at this "evidence" and became even more certain of his own judgment: Ren Xiaoyao had run out of tricks and was now merely fighting a desperate battle. He could almost see Ren Xiaoyao kneeling and begging for mercy, and a huge sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

"Chase! Chase! We must kill Ren Xiaoyao here today!" Murong Lie roared like a madman, completely forgetting to be cautious, and led the large army into the depths of the dense forest.

In the dense forest, the light was dim, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the dense branches and leaves obscured the sky, concealing the murderous intent. Ren Xiaoyao and his companions followed the route Xia Lin had arranged in advance, fighting and retreating, gradually luring Murong Lie's main force into a valley.

"Brother Xiaoyao, the Valley of Broken Souls isn't far ahead!" Xia Lin pointed ahead and whispered. "Okay!" Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, a gleam in his eyes. "Pass the order down, everyone, get ready, get ready..."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from behind him. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin looked back and saw Tie Zhangmen and a group of people rushing over, panting. "Young Master Ren, wait for me!" Tie Zhangmen shouted loudly, "We are late!"

Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"

"Don't panic, brother Xiaoyao. I will lead the disciples of Tie Zhang Sect to come and lend you a helping hand!" The disciples of Tie Zhang Sect arrived before his voice. His powerful internal force carried his voice far away, echoing in the valley.

Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, knowing full well that the Iron Palm Sect's appearance at this moment wasn't the best time and would only disrupt their original plan. Murong Lie was a man of many cunning schemes, so there was no guarantee he wouldn't suspect a trick.

"I appreciate your kindness, Sect Leader Tie Zhang, but this place is dangerous. You should leave quickly to avoid an ambush!" Ren Xiaoyao said loudly, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, at this point, you still want to pull your old tricks?" Murong Lie's arrogant voice came from the depths of the valley, his tone filled with sarcasm. "Do you think I'll fall for the same trick twice? Today is the day you die!"

Following Murong Lie's voice, a large number of enemy troops emerged from the valley and surrounded Ren Xiaoyao and his companions. Each of them had a fierce look on their faces and held a sharp blade, clearly ready for a fight to the death.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what should we do?" Xia Lin looked at the approaching enemy troops, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice.

Ren Xiaoyao remained silent, staring intently at the valley's exit, a cold glint in his eyes. He knew there was no escape now, and only a desperate fight would offer a glimmer of hope.

"Master Tie Zhang, I have made up my mind. You must leave immediately!" Ren Xiaoyao said in a firm tone, leaving no room for doubt.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what do you mean? Don't you trust me, the Iron Head?" The Iron Head's face darkened, and there was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"Master Tie Zhang has misunderstood, it's just..." Ren Xiaoyao wanted to explain, but was interrupted by a deafening shout of killing.

"Kill--"

Suddenly, countless men in black holding sharp blades emerged from the dense forests on both sides of the valley. They rushed towards the enemy army like tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable.

"Oh no, I've fallen into a trap!" Murong Lie's face changed drastically. He realized that he had been ambushed, but it was too late.

"Kill!" Ren Xiaoyao gave an order, and the heroes who had been lying in ambush on both sides of the valley rushed out like arrows and fought a desperate battle with the enemy.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were sharp, and the long sword in his hand was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, each move deadly, and wherever he passed, the enemy soldiers fell one after another. Xia Lin held a long whip in hand, and her body was nimble, moving among the enemy soldiers. She waved the long whip like a dancing snake, knocking the enemies to the ground one by one.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you..." Sect Leader Tie looked at the chaotic battle situation in front of him, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Tie Zhangmen was stunned. He had originally thought that Ren Xiaoyao was acting recklessly, but he had never expected that he had set such a sophisticated trap. He looked at Ren Xiaoyao fighting bloody battles and sighed inwardly, "What a Ren Xiaoyao! He is so young, yet he has such strategy and courage. He will definitely become a great man in the future!"

"Brothers of the Iron Palm Sect, follow me and kill!" The Iron Palm Sect roared and led the main force of the Iron Palm Sect into the battlefield like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The enemy, already trapped in the encirclement, was caught off guard by this sudden attack, their formation in disarray, and they were forced to retreat step by step. Ren Xiaoyao and Tie Zhangmen led their respective teams, like two sharp knives, piercing the enemy's heartland fiercely.

Murong Lie saw the dire situation and knew that there was no way to end it peacefully today, so he brandished his long sword and frantically broke through the encirclement, trying to fight his way out. However, Ren Xiaoyao had already anticipated his intention and flashed to block his way.

"Murong Lie, today is the day you die!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, and the sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, going straight for Murong Lie's heart.

Murong Lie swung his sword to block, but Ren Xiaoyao's powerful sword energy made his palm numb and the sword flew out of his hand. Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and hit him in the chest with a palm. Murong Lie screamed, spitting blood and flew out.

"Alliance leader!"

When the enemy saw their leader being captured, they were immediately thrown into chaos and morale dropped. They threw away their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Ren Xiaoyao stood high, looking at the enemy troops kneeling before him. He felt no joy in his heart, only endless sadness. This battle had cost both sides a heavy price, and countless lives had been lost.

"Take Murong Lie away and keep him under good guard!" Ren Xiaoyao ordered in a deep voice, without any emotion in his tone.

"Yes!"

After finishing his work on the battlefield, Ren Xiaoyao walked up to Sect Leader Tie Zhang and said, "Sect Leader Tie Zhang, thank you so much for helping me today. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous!"

"Brother Xiaoyao, you're too polite. You and I are allies, and we should help each other." Tie Zhangmen smiled brightly. "What's more, I should thank you very much for what happened today. If you hadn't set up the ambush in advance, I'm afraid my Tie Zhangmen would have suffered heavy losses today!"

"Master Tie Zhang, you are too kind. I do this for our common goal..." Ren Xiaoyao wanted to say something but was interrupted by Master Tie Zhang.

"Brother Xiaoyao, no need to say more, I understand everything!" Iron Palm patted Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, his eyes full of admiration, "You are so young, yet you have such strategy and courage. In time, you will surely become a legend in the martial arts world!"

Ren Xiaoyao said a few humble words, and then the two of them smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

As night fell, the stars twinkled, and a blazing bonfire lit up in the valley, dispelling the night's chill. Ren Xiaoyao, Tie Zhangmen, and the others sat around the bonfire, chatting and laughing, celebrating this hard-earned victory.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what are your plans next?" After three rounds of drinks, Tie Zhangmen put down the wine glass in his hand and asked Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a moment, a gleam in his eyes: "I plan to..."

"I plan to pursue the victory!" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed, and his tone was firm.

"Pursue victory?" Sect Leader Tie frowned slightly. "Brother Xiaoyao wants to..."

"That's right," Ren Xiaoyao nodded and looked around at everyone. "Although Murong Lie has been captured, his remaining forces cannot be underestimated. If we don't take this opportunity to completely eradicate them, there will be endless troubles."

Xia Lin nodded slightly in agreement. "Brother Xiaoyao is right. If you don't remove the roots, they'll grow back again. Our morale is high now, and this is the perfect time to completely resolve this problem."

"But," Iron Palm Sect's face showed difficulty, "Murong Lie's power is so complex and intertwined that it's not easy to completely eradicate him. Moreover, we know very little about his remaining forces. If we act rashly, we might alert the enemy."

"Don't worry, Sect Leader Tie Zhang," Ren Xiaoyao said confidently, "I have a detailed plan." He then pulled out a map from his pocket and spread it out before everyone. "This is the intelligence I've gathered over the past few days. It details the distribution of Murong Lie's remaining forces..."

Ren Xiaoyao pointed at the map and spoke eloquently, laying out his plan in detail. Everyone listened intently, nodding, frowning, whispering, and discussing in low voices.

The crackling bonfire illuminated the faces of the people, some bright and some dim. The night breeze blew across the valley, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the passion and ambition in the hearts of the people.

Over the next few days, Ren Xiaoyao, following the plan, led the elite disciples of the Iron Palm Sect in a thunderous attack on the remaining forces of Murong Lie. They moved swiftly, unexpectedly, and attacked the enemy when they were least prepared. Wherever they went, the enemy fled in panic, their army in disarray.

The power Murong Lie had painstakingly built up over the years crumbled under Ren Xiaoyao's iron hoof. And Ren Xiaoyao's reputation, with each victory, spread throughout the martial arts world, becoming increasingly famous.

Many people who had originally been skeptical of Ren Xiaoyao changed their minds and began to admire him after witnessing his strength and strategy. Legends about Ren Xiaoyao began to spread throughout the martial arts world, describing him as a young hero of both wisdom and courage, and boundless righteousness.

At this time, in a secret mountain villa hundreds of miles away, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red robe and with a sinister face was listening to his subordinates' reports.

"What did you say?! Murong Lie was captured, and his power was uprooted?!" The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with ferocity, his tone filled with incredible anger, "How is this possible?! Who did this?!"

"Master," the subordinate replied tremblingly, "It is said that it is... a young knight who has just risen to prominence in the martial arts world, named... Ren Xiaoyao..."

"Ren Xiaoyao..." the man in the blood-red robe muttered to himself, a solemn look flashing in his eyes, "It seems that I underestimated this young man..."