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However, Li Xingfan was not shaken by Li Xingfeng's words. His eyes were still cold and firm, staring at Li Xingfeng.

"Hey..." With a crisp neigh, Li Xingfan had already led his men on horseback to block between Li Xingyun's carriage and Li Xingfeng, facing Li Xingfeng directly. The distance between the two was only a few meters, and they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

"Hate! Of course I hate it!" Li Xingfan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, with uncontrollable resentment. His fists were clenched tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood flowed down his fingers.

"Well then! Today is the day for us brothers to take revenge!" Li Xingfeng was secretly delighted to see Li Xingfan like this, and immediately began to persuade and win him over. He knew very well that Li Xingfan longed for the throne, and with a little incitement, he could make him join him in fighting against Li Xingyun.

However, Li Xingfan did not get what he wanted. He just snorted coldly and said with disdain, "Hmph! I hate my father's injustice! I hate my own incompetence. If it weren't for Old Thirteen, would that position be yours or mine?"

Li Xingfan's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Li Xingfeng's heart, tearing open his scars and forcing him to face this cruel reality.

Yes! Even if Li Xingyun hadn't been there, how could the throne have been theirs? Li Xingfeng knew this better than anyone else, but he was clearly unwilling to accept this fact.

"Third brother! You..." Li Xingfeng's face instantly became extremely ugly. He widened his eyes and looked at Li Xingfan in disbelief, as if he couldn't understand why he said such a thing.

"Third brother, get out of the way, or I'll kill you too!" Li Xingfeng's voice was filled with anger and determination. He tightly gripped the sword in his hand, staring at Li Xingfan murderously, as if he was going to attack the next moment.

Facing Li Xingfeng's threat, Li Xingfan simply snorted coldly, completely ignoring him. He didn't even bother to pay attention to Li Xingfeng, but turned around and cast his gaze on Li Xingyun in the carriage.

"Let's go! Leave Lao Ba to me!" Li Xingfan's tone was calm and firm, as if everything was under his control.

As soon as Li Xingfan finished speaking, he turned without hesitation, his eyes fixed on Li Xingfeng, revealing a resolute and murderous intent. He quickly raised the massive spear in his hand, its tip flashing with a cold light, seemingly capable of tearing through space as he charged straight towards Li Xingfeng!

At the same time, the Han Palace's personal guards behind Li Xingfan, like a pack of hungry wolves, shouted in unison, "Kill!" Their voices were deafening, filled with murderous intent. These well-trained guards moved in unison, like a black torrent, following Li Xingfan closely and charging fiercely at Li Xingfeng's Jing Palace's personal guards.

In an instant, shouts of killing rang out on the battlefield, and the flashes of swords and sabers crisscrossed. The soldiers of both sides fought each other in an instant, and it was difficult to tell who was who.

However, Li Xingfeng was now facing a formidable dilemma. Having lost the support of Haoran Academy, his strength had declined significantly, and his previous advantage had vanished. Li Xingfan was also facing a difficult situation. His decision to support Li Xingyun had resulted in the loss of the support of Shenwu Temple, and his own power had been severely damaged, leaving him with a significant loss of vitality.

Unexpectedly, although both sides suffered losses, their strength actually reached a delicate balance at this moment.

At this tense moment, Li Xingyun suddenly opened the carriage's curtain. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, and with a single glance, he took in the entire battlefield situation. He saw Li Xingfan's resolute back, and a complex wave of emotions welled up in his heart. But without the slightest hesitation, he immediately ordered the coachman, Ye Xian, "Go!"

Ye Xian understood and nodded quickly, then raised the whip in his hand and lashed the horse's butt hard. The horse neighed in pain and galloped forward with all its might.

Under the protection of Ye Xian's spiritual power, the carriage quickly bypassed the center of the fierce fighting between the two sides like an arrow, and continued to gallop towards the Shenwu Stage.

Elsewhere, the battle between Li Xingfeng and Li Xingfan reached a fever pitch. Their spears and lances clashed in mid-air, each collision creating a thunderous roar that shook the entire world.

"Li Xingfan! Are you really going to disregard our brotherhood and support Li Xingyun in a life-and-death battle with me?" At this tense moment of stalemate, Li Xingfeng's face was full of anger. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

However, facing Li Xingfeng's questioning, Li Xingfan just snorted coldly and responded: "Hmph! Brothers killing each other? Didn't you take the initiative to provoke this?" His voice was cold and resolute, without any hesitation.

After saying that, Li Xingfan suddenly exerted his strength, thrusting the lance in his hand out like lightning, with a fierce momentum heading straight for Li Xingfeng. Li Xingfeng saw this and quickly dodged to the side, but was still forced back repeatedly by this sudden attack.

"Split Mount Hua!" Li Xingfan roared, shaking the entire world. He poured all his inner Qi into his lance, then leaped high into the air, charging at Li Xingfeng like a cannonball. The lance in his hand slashed down like a mountain, aiming for Li Xingfeng's head!

The attack was incredibly powerful, and Li Xingfeng naturally didn't dare to be careless. He immediately held his spear horizontally and used all his strength to block it.

There was a deafening bang, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The immense force of the impact instantly crushed the famous horse under Li Xingfeng's crotch. The horse screamed miserably and fell to its knees, unable to withstand the force any longer.

Although Li Xingfeng successfully blocked the attack, his body was also shaken and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

Due to the age difference, Li Xingfeng was already slightly inferior in strength. Now, facing Li Xingfan's fierce attack, he gradually fell into a disadvantage and could only hold on with difficulty.

For a moment, the sounds of swords clashing and the friction of true energy intertwined together, resounding throughout the battlefield, like a thrilling symphony.

Li Xingyun's carriage went farther and farther away, and finally disappeared at the end of the sight, as if it was rushing to the next fierce battle.

On the official road in the distance, a group of pale, beardless people stood quietly, like ghosts. They seemed to be waiting for something, or rather, they were waiting for Li Xingyun's arrival.