From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei's gaze slowly swept over the various expressions on the faces of the martial arts world in the room, finally settling on Fei Bin. A faint, mocking smile seemed to curl at the corner of his mouth.

Just as the room was filled with greedy, burning gazes that seemed to devour Lin Pingzhi and Meng Fei, and the atmosphere was tense to the limit, on the verge of exploding—

"Brother Liu! If we don't leave now, when will we?!"

An aged yet powerful and anxious voice boomed like thunder from the side and back of the hall.

As the words were spoken, a gray shadow rushed out from the shadows like a ghost, moving at an incredible speed. Everyone only saw a blur before the gray shadow had already covered several feet, grabbed Liu Zhengfeng's arm, and without saying a word, rushed straight towards the side gate near the backyard.

This person appeared so suddenly and moved so swiftly that most people, including Fei Bin and other experts from the Songshan Sect, were a beat slower to react because their attention was focused on Meng Fei and his companion.

"Brother Qu?! What's wrong...?"

Liu Zhengfeng was pulled along, staggering forward. When he saw the person's face clearly, he was even more astonished and could hardly believe his eyes.

The person who came was his confidant, and also the root of all the troubles of today—Elder Qu Yang of the Demonic Cult!

Why would he show up at this moment? This place is a gathering place for masters from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and many heroes of the martial world have blood feuds with the Demonic Sect. His appearance at this moment is tantamount to walking into a trap and courting death!

This sudden change instantly shattered the eerie stalemate and confrontation that had arisen in the hall due to the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual"!

"How dare you! Who are you, you scoundrel, to try and kidnap people in front of my Songshan Sect?! Stay here!"

Fei Bin was the first to react and immediately shouted angrily!

If Liu Zhengfeng were to be rescued right under his nose, not only would today's plan be ruined, but the reputation of his "Great Songyang Hand" and even the entire Songshan Sect would be utterly destroyed.

Before he could even process the identity of the newcomer, Fei Bin suddenly leaped up, his right palm turning a fiery red. The scorching and powerful palm strike, carrying the force of an overturned tidal wave, slammed into the gray figure's back! It was none other than his signature move, the "Great Songyang Divine Palm"!

"Brother Qu, be careful!"

Seeing the astonishing power of Fei Bin's furious attack, Liu Zhengfeng knew that although Qu Yang was highly skilled in martial arts, he might not be able to withstand this long-prepared killing move in such a hurry.

In a flash, he suddenly pushed Qu Yang forward, then turned around and used his inner strength to strike with both palms, directly meeting Fei Bin's crimson palm print.

"Bang--!!!"

A deep, muffled thud, like the sound of leather being struck, suddenly erupted!

How can Liu Zhengfeng, who is caught off guard, be a match for Fei Bin, who is poised to strike?

The instant their palms met, he was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood as he crashed heavily to the ground several feet away, his life force instantly waning!

"Brother Liu!!"

Qu Yang's eyes widened in horror, and he let out a mournful cry.

At this moment, Fei Bin finally saw the face of the gray figure clearly, as well as the martial arts style that the opponent had displayed during their brief exchange.

His pupils constricted sharply, and he cried out in shock, "Qu Yang?! It's you, you devil!!"

"Qu Yang?!"

"Qu Yang, an elder of the Demonic Sect?!"

"How dare he come here?!"

Fei Bin's exclamation was like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly igniting the entire hall.

At that moment, everyone's attention shifted from Meng Fei and Lin Pingzhi, focusing entirely on the gray-robed old man who had suddenly appeared.

Compared to the ethereal and unverified "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," the living, breathing elder of the demonic sect who has a blood feud with countless righteous people is undoubtedly more eye-catching.

In an instant, countless gazes filled with hatred, anger, and murderous intent pierced towards Qu Yang like sharp swords!

Even those who were originally dissatisfied with the Songshan Sect because of Liu Zhengfeng's matter now turned their attention to Qu Yang—good and evil cannot coexist, and the demonic cultists should be killed by everyone!

"Kill him, avenge our fallen comrades!"

"You dare to walk right into our trap? Today, we'll make sure you never leave alive!"

Roars erupted everywhere, and in a fit of rage, dozens of experts pressed forward simultaneously, their killing intent surging towards Qu Yang like a tidal wave!

Seeing this, Qu Yang knew that he was now in a desperate situation. He glanced at Liu Zhengfeng, who was seriously injured and lying on the ground, barely breathing, and then at the righteous heroes who were closing in step by step. A look of determination and madness flashed in his eyes.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Suddenly, he let out a sharp whistle and waved his sleeves. A fine, dark light, as fine as cow's hair and shimmering with a faint blue glow, shot out like a sudden storm towards the swarming crowd!

It is the most vicious hidden weapon of the Demonic Cult—the Black Blood Divine Needle! The needle is coated with a deadly poison; anyone struck by it will die!

"Black Blood Divine Needle?! Watch out!"

Amid cries of alarm, those at the forefront frantically dodged and parried, plunging the hall into chaos. Screams, curses, and the clash of weapons filled the air.

Taking advantage of the moment, Qu Yang disregarded his own safety and rushed to Liu Zhengfeng's side again, picked him up, tucked him under his arm, and charged towards the backyard of Liu's mansion.

"Stay!"

Just then, Fei Bin suddenly leaped out from the side and struck Qu Yang's vest with a powerful Da Songyang Divine Palm.

Seeing that if they were stopped again, neither of them would escape their fate, Qu Yang bravely took Fei Bin's palm strike and used the force to rush out towards the backyard.

"Chase him! Don't let the devil get away!"

"Liu Zhengfeng colluded with the evil cult; the evidence is irrefutable. He must be executed without exception!"

Enraged, Fei Bin roared repeatedly and led the disciples of Songshan Mountain and a group of angry martial arts heroes in pursuit.

The hall was instantly emptied, leaving only a messy scene, an unfortunate man groaning in pain, and a group of people with different thoughts who were not in a hurry to chase after him.

Just as the chaos reached its peak, and everyone's attention was completely drawn to Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng—

Meng Fei, who had been silent all along, suddenly had a glint in his eyes. He retreated without making a sound, his figure silently moving towards the side door in another direction.

Before Meng Fei quietly left, Lin Pingzhi received a signal from him, indicating that he should head in the direction of the Huashan Sect.

Under Lin Pingzhi's tacit understanding, taking advantage of the chaos in the hall and the fact that no one was paying attention, he quietly moved his feet toward the position where Yue Buqun and the Huashan disciples were standing.

How could his little tricks possibly escape the notice of Yue Buqun, who was always paying close attention to the situation, especially to the two of them who were "suspected of possessing the sword manual"?

Just as Yue Buqun was secretly pondering Lin Pingzhi's intentions in approaching him, and considering how to deal with this Lin family orphan who had come to his doorstep and might be related to the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual"—

Meng Fei, who had already quietly left the Liu residence, was blocked by a group of uninvited guests at the entrance of a secluded alley.

The group consisted of about a dozen people, dressed in different clothes and armed with different weapons, clearly not from the same sect. Their eyes gleamed with undisguised greed and ferocity as they stared intently at Meng Fei, as if he were prey that had fallen into a trap.

"Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual' obediently! We might spare your life!"

A burly man with a face full of scars spoke first, his voice rough and hoarse, a ghost-head knife gleaming coldly in his hand.

"Why waste words with him! Let's take him down first! We'll torture him until he spills the beans!"

Another tall, thin man spoke in a sinister tone, his pair of judge's pens twirling rapidly in his hands.

"That's right! There's only one sword manual. Whoever takes it first has the right to ask about it first!"

Someone else shouted urgently, causing a stir among the others.

This group of people seemed to have a unified goal, but in reality, they each had their own ulterior motives and were wary of each other. They were subtly divided into three or four small groups, with gaps between them, and they were all clearly planning to strike first and take all the benefits for themselves.