The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

"Your skills are truly exquisite. However, aren't you afraid of being hunted down by the Immortal Music Pavilion for killing someone so openly?"

The young man in blue robes glanced indifferently at the two dead men in black on the ground. A gust of cold wind swept by, and the waist tokens on the men in black's waists instantly fell into his hands.

The man in the straw hat's gaze shifted slightly. He glanced at the young man in blue, then turned to leave, but—

"Trying to leave? Stop right there!"

Before the blue-robed young man could speak, the black-clad man beside him leaped up and blocked the man in the bamboo hat's path in an instant. He held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, and his cold eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on the man in the bamboo hat.

"No one can stop me from leaving if I want to!"

The man in the straw hat had a deep, hoarse voice that sounded cold and desolate. The night wind blew slowly by, constantly blowing his robes, and a strong smell of gunpowder quickly spread.

"Really? What an arrogant tone! Well, I'd like to give it a try!"

The man in black sneered. Before his laughter had even faded, the longsword in front of his chest flashed like a white light, and his entire body suddenly leaped into the air, like a thunderbolt exploding in the sky. The cold sword transformed into several flashing lights that pierced through the cold air, weaving into a chaotic net that swept wildly towards him.

The man in the straw hat let out a cold snort, waved his cloak, and instantly transformed into a black afterimage. In the blink of an eye, countless black afterimages intertwined before his eyes, but the real man could not be seen. His speed was so fast that even the blue-robed young master on horseback was surprised and frightened.

'Whoosh! '

A clear whistling sound rang out, and a sharp sword aura ripped through the sky, slashing towards the man in the straw hat. The sword's momentum was fierce, stirring up the surrounding air currents and causing the skylight to distort and rage.

"Impressive swordsmanship, but such flashy but useless moves are not enough to stop me!"

The man in the straw hat sneered, and with a sudden swing of his right arm, a powerful palm strike was unleashed like thunder. His cloak billowed in the wind, quickly tracing a cold and alluring arc. Beneath the straw hat, a black veil fluttered, occasionally revealing a pair of sharp and cold eyes hidden within.

'boom! ’

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted, and both figures quickly drifted backward. The man in the straw hat stood firmly two zhang away, while the man in black, however, retreated several steps before regaining his balance. He held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he coldly stared at the man in the straw hat before him.

"It's you!"

The man in black, his gaze turning cold, pointed his long sword at the man in the bamboo hat and said in a chilling voice, "Speak! Where did you hide him?"

Upon hearing this, the blue-robed young man on horseback paused, his slightly indifferent eyes narrowing as he silently observed the man in the bamboo hat.

The black cloak fluttered slightly in the night breeze. The man in the straw hat was neither surprised nor taken aback. "You have a very good memory. You remembered me after just one exchange. I am very honored!"

"Hmph! Tell me! Where did you take them?"

"Now that I've managed to rescue him from your clutches, do you think I'm a fool to tell you where he is? I never do things like crossing the river and then burning the bridge!"

"You're asking for death! Take this!"

The man in black, enraged, leaped up again, riding the wind.

"Blackwater!"

At this moment, the man in blue robes on horseback suddenly spoke up, "Let me have a go at him!"

Upon hearing this, the man in black abruptly sheathed his sword, turned to look at the young man in blue, and said in a deep voice, "Young master, I can take care of him!"

"return!"

The blue-robed young man gave a cold shout, and the man called Blackwater was startled before slowly retreating to the side.

"Your skills are exceptional, but no one has ever dared to snatch someone from my grasp. Let me test your abilities!"

After speaking, he leaped into the air, his blue robe fluttering as he swept across the sky. A clear whistle echoed through the cold air, and the soft sword hidden beneath his blue sleeves was drawn from its sheath.

"Hmph, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I have the energy to play this game of attrition with you?"

The man in the straw hat chuckled coldly, turned around, and suddenly unleashed a palm strike towards a dark patch of jungle nearby. "Brother, stop watching the show. We've got the goods, and I'm no match for your opponent. Shouldn't you make your move?"

A cunning glint flashed in the bright eyes hidden beneath the straw hat.

Sure enough, after the palm strike, a dark figure flashed out, its black robe fluttering in the wind like mist swirling under the cold moon, leisurely and serene, gracefully landing less than a foot away from the man in the straw hat.

The sudden turn of events caused the blue-robed young master to withdraw his soft sword. He frowned as he stared at the cloaked, masked man who had suddenly appeared before him. However, the cloaked, masked man's dark eyes narrowed slightly as he quietly looked at the man in the bamboo hat. In those calm and unfathomable eyes, there was a kind of inexplicable magical power that was constantly shifting. The dappled light and shadows cast on him changed inexplicably, and the aura emanating from his body was enough to overwhelm everything, making people feel awe.

The young man in blue frowned, a slight surprise creeping into his heart. His expression turned serious as he stared intently at the two people before him.

"You're the first person to dare ask me to be your henchman!"

A dangerous and cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a secret voice entered.

"I'm just charging you a little interest for watching the show. You're not the kind of person who would kick someone when they're down, are you?"

The man in the straw hat smiled calmly.

"To kick someone when they're down?" His gaze shifted slightly, he pondered for a moment, and then said indifferently, "Yes, I really am that kind of person!"

"Who are you? And why did you kill the people from the Immortal Sound Pavilion?"

However, before the man in the straw hat could answer, the young man in the blue robe smiled faintly and spoke leisurely.

The cloaked figure did not answer, but lowered his head slightly to look at the gleaming soft sword in the blue-robed man's hand. He then looked up at the blue-robed young master, his usually calm eyes suddenly becoming complex and unpredictable. After a moment of silence, a strange glint flashed in his eyes—

"The Third Prince of Tian Sheng?" The cloaked man's deep, slightly hoarse voice came from below. His gaze fell on the blue-robed man's face before he said softly, "Nice to meet you."

"Oh? You actually recognize my identity?"

The man in blue robes raised an eyebrow in surprise, smiling faintly, "May I ask who you are, sir?"

"Expert?"

The cloaked figure suddenly smiled, glanced at the two corpses lying on the ground, and then looked up at the blue-robed young master. "It's getting late. If the Third Prince doesn't enter the city soon, the gates of Luoyang will close."

"You didn't enter the city either, did you?"

The young man in blue robes smiled and replied. The two looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed at the same time.

Amidst the laughter, the man in the straw hat, his eyes flashing slightly beneath the black veil, squinted at the two of them, a cold smile playing on his lips. A few fallen leaves were stirred by the cold wind, and in an instant, his figure transformed into a strange afterimage, vanishing from the spot like lightning.

"Don't run!"

Blackwater shouted and was about to give chase.

"Blackwater! No need to chase!"

At this moment, the young man in blue robes suddenly spoke up, his gaze still fixed on the cloaked figure, "Sir, I'll do you this favor, how about it?"

“I feel a lot of pressure because I owe the Third Prince a favor. You can go after him.”

The cloaked figure gave a cold reply.