After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

The martial artists present all sensed the aura of a saint, and their hair stood on end. However, they were not strong enough to identify Diao Chan as a saint like the old cripple. They simply assumed that a powerful saint from the Northern Frontier was making a move in secret.

With Diao Chan suppressing the old cripple, Yan Wuqing used his inner energy to inscribe a sentence on the ground.

Zhang Fan offered 500,000 taels.

"So it was Zhang Fan!"

"Hehe, everyone says he admires Miss Su, and it turns out that's exactly what he admires."

"You beast! You can know a person's face but not their heart. What prestigious family? In my opinion, it's all bullshit!"

"Let's go find that brat. We must give Miss Su an explanation today!"

Many of the martial arts figures present tonight were admirers of the Feng Hua Ranking. They couldn't tolerate Su Yun being targeted in front of them, and dozens of figures immediately turned to look at Li Yuanfang.

After questioning the shadow guards, Li Yuanfang learned of Zhang Fan's whereabouts, and the group then charged over.

Diao Chan then withdrew her oppressive aura. The old cripple, disregarding everything else, used his movement technique to return to the restaurant first to rescue Zhang Fan.

Fifteen minutes later, the restaurant was completely surrounded.

The old cripple woke up the drowsy Zhang Fan, and after explaining the situation, Zhang Fan almost wet himself in fear. "What did you say?!"

"Young Master, you heard right. Yan Wuqing has been captured and has implicated you. This place is now surrounded."

"Damn, damn!"

Zhang Fan's hands and feet were ice cold and he was at a loss. He rushed out the door and saw figures on the rooftops on all four sides.

Zhou Chuchu, Yan Shiliu, Zhou Yafu, Blood Monk, and others were all eyeing the scene with predatory intent.

On the Dragon City Royal Court side, there were Ma Chao, Li Yuanfang, Long Luo, and disciples from Zhongnan Mountain and Tianji Tower who rushed over upon hearing the news. In addition, there were Shadow Guards, Thousand Ox Guards, and Dragon City Garrison, who surrounded the restaurant. It could be said that there was no way to escape to heaven or earth!

Chen Futu and Diao Chan stood on a building, quietly watching this scene.

Diao Chan said, "That old servant is extremely loyal. I'm afraid he will risk his life to protect Zhang Fan and fight his way out of the encirclement. Do I need to take action?"

"You don't need to worry about the others, just take care of our own people. When a Grandmaster fights desperately, the destructive power is still terrifying."

Chen Futu didn't care about the lives of people in the martial arts world; he believed it was better if these unstable elements died.

The old cripple went out the door. He finished his wine and, swaying unsteadily, stared at the gourd, muttering, "Old buddy, tonight is probably the last battle. After we get to the underworld, let's have one last drink."

After saying that, he put away his gourd, picked up his sword, and stood in front of Zhang Fan, saying arrogantly, "I am Ji Wuchen, and I would like to learn from your superior skills."

His aura surged rapidly, rising from the early stage of Grandmaster to the late stage of Grandmaster. His sword energy almost solidified, and his killing intent was extremely astonishing.

"Ji Wuchen, it's actually Ji Wuchen!"

"Isn't it said that he perished?"

"Who would have thought that the legendary Sword Saint of yesteryear is still alive!"

“He was seriously injured and his cultivation level dropped. Now that he has reached the pinnacle of enlightenment, he probably can’t last long. We just need to wear him down.”

Ji Wuchen had been famous for a long time, a prominent figure in the last sixty years. However, for some unknown reason, he was besieged by a mysterious force and eventually escaped with serious injuries. Everyone thought he was dead, but who would have thought that he would go to the Zhang family and become a servant.

Diao Chan said, "Your Majesty, this person is very strong. Even though he has fallen in cultivation level, he is still far beyond what these people can stop."

Just as Chen Futu was about to speak, two figures arrived together. It was Qingyi and Tianjizi. They looked at Ji Wuchen in surprise, "Old man, you're actually not dead?"

Ji Wuchen grinned, "It's been a long time since we last met. I never expected that after so many years, we would meet again as enemies."

The man in green frowned and said, "You wouldn't go to such lengths for a good-for-nothing like him. Why don't you come to the Northern Frontier and enjoy a carefree life?"

Tianjizi chimed in, "That's right, Lao Ji. That Zhang kid is a scoundrel. Even if the Zhang family has been kind to you, you've been a servant for so many years, it's time to repay them. Why don't you come with me to Tianji Tower for a good drink?"

"The Zhang family saved my life. How could I be so heartless? You two, make your move. If I am defeated, please leave the young master with a whole corpse."

"Since you wish to die, I will grant your wish."

The woman in green took the stage herself.

She was just one step away from breaking through. If she were to fight a former sword saint, the other party's understanding of the way of the sword might help her break through the last barrier and enter that realm.

The man in green unleashed the essence of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, combined with the Ruthless Sword, its murderous aura causing the wind and clouds to change color.

She had comprehended the Sword God's teachings in her early years, reaching the Saint level in swordsmanship, but her own realm was still slightly lacking. Facing her fierce attacks, Ji Wuchen calmly accepted them. The Sword Saint, whose realm had fallen, was on par with her in terms of artistic conception and their realms were not far apart.

Swords flashed across the courtyard, but Chen Futu couldn't see them clearly. Only Diao Chan could clearly see the two exchanging blows. She explained the details to Chen Futu, and Chen Futu felt his swordsmanship skills begin to improve.

It is an immense opportunity to have a sage preach in person.

The two fought fiercely, and everyone's attention was drawn to the ultimate showdown. But Zhang Fan took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him and turned to run away.

Ma Chao leaped forward and kicked him into the courtyard.

"Master!"

Ji Wuchen, caught off guard in the midst of the fierce battle, was momentarily distracted, giving Qingyi an opportunity. Qingyi unleashed a sword strike that he could not block. Even when he tried to parry with his own sword, he was sent flying more than ten meters away, coughing up blood.

The man in green, sword in hand, sneered, "You dare to be distracted when fighting me?"

Ji Wuchen smiled wryly, "The younger generation surpasses the older generation. She truly deserves to be called the Heartless Fairy; she is undoubtedly the greatest genius of our time."

"If this little thing distracts you, I will kill it and put an end to your worries."

With a swift stroke of his sword, the man in green cried out as Zhang Fan's arm flew through the air and landed in front of Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen stared blankly at the severed arm, his expression almost blank. "Qingyi, I told you, leave him a whole corpse..."

"You think you can just stay? I'll make sure you don't get your way."

The woman in green struck again, severing Zhang Fan's hand. Zhang Fan writhed on the ground in agony, covered in blood, howling at Ji Wuchen, "Help me—"

"Qingyi!"

Ji Wuchen was so angry that he trembled all over, and his beard shook wildly.

The man in green coldly replied, "You are no longer the Sword Saint. What right do you have to order me around?"

With a clang, she pinned Zhang Fan to the ground.

Zhang Fan lay there, his face contorted beyond recognition, his screams sounding like a pig being slaughtered.

This scene is extremely terrifying.

The Heartless Fairy is too cruel; she not only kills people, but she also tortures them.

Chen Futu asked Tianjizi, "What is she doing?"

Tianjizi sighed, "I hope to provoke Ji Wuchen and bring him back to the Sword Saint realm."

"Is this really okay?"

For some reason, Chen Futu suddenly felt a faint stinging pain all over his body, a strange and sharp sensation, as if countless sword energies were bursting forth.

"No, retreat quickly!"

Tianjizi suddenly shouted and ran away.