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

"Master...Master!"

When Li Bin saw Meng Fei, his voice trembled with excitement, and he could hardly control himself.

However, Meng Fei didn't even glance at Li Bin, his gaze fixed on Yu Canghai, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible, making Yu Canghai feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body chilled.

Then, Meng Fei took out a "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill" and threw it to Li Bin, signaling him to be quiet and step back. He then stepped forward, pointing his long sword at Yu Canghai.

"Yu Canghai, I'm asking you one last time! Where are Aya and Aluo?"

Upon seeing Meng Fei actually appear at the Fengchan Platform, Yu Canghai's face turned deathly pale. He knew that if he admitted it now, he would not only be disgraced, but would also immediately face Meng Fei's relentless pursuit.

He forced himself to remain calm and hissed, "Meng Fei, stop making false accusations! I don't know any Aya or Aluo at all! You're colluding with this brat to slander me. What are you trying to do? Are you perhaps trying to disrupt the Five Mountains Alliance and plot something sinister?"

Yu Canghai's purpose was to muddy the waters and at the same time pin the blame of "disrupting the alliance" on Meng Fei.

However, Meng Fei had already seen through his tricks, and his patience had long been worn out in the waiting and pursuit.

"Stubborn to the end!"

With those four cold words uttered, Meng Fei's figure vanished abruptly.

No, it didn't disappear, it just got incredibly fast!

Before everyone's eyes, a green shadow appeared as if by magic, closing in on Yu Canghai. The long sword was thrust out silently, without any earth-shattering force, only a chillingly fast sword light.

Thirteen Deadly Swords - Crescent Moon!

This sword strike, compared to the one at Shaolin, had less of an outwardly ferocious aura, but more of an inner, soul-freezing sense of annihilation.

Upon seeing this, Yu Canghai was terrified. He had witnessed the terrifying power of this sword at Shaolin Temple before. In this critical moment, he unleashed the full power of the Pine Breeze Sword Technique, his sword light dancing so densely that it was impenetrable, in an attempt to protect his vital points.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Sizzle—!"

A series of dense clangs of metal rang out. Yu Canghai's defense was as fragile as paper in front of Meng Fei's enraged "Crescent Moon". In just three moves, a line of blood shot out from his right shoulder.

"Speak! Where is he?!"

Meng Fei's sword strikes continued relentlessly, like a persistent, lingering infection.

"I...I don't know, I really don't know!"

Faced with Meng Fei's merciless sword light, Yu Canghai desperately resisted, but still vehemently denied it.

"Then die!"

The last trace of warmth vanished from Meng Fei's eyes, replaced by a murderous intent that soared to the heavens.

The Thirteen Deadly Swords were unleashed in quick succession, the sword light instantly weaving into a net of death, completely enveloping Yu Canghai!

"Wait a minute!"

At the critical moment, a peaceful yet powerful Buddhist chant suddenly rang out, and at the same time, an apricot-yellow kasaya swept towards Meng Fei's incomparably sharp sword net.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

The sharp sword energy clashed with the kasaya, producing a series of muffled sounds. The seemingly soft kasaya, reinforced by Fang Zheng's internal energy, became like an impenetrable wall, forcefully blocking Meng Fei's deadly sword strike.

Seeing this, Yu Canghai took the opportunity to do a lazy roll backward and hide behind Master Fangzheng.

Meng Fei frowned slightly as he looked at Fang Zheng of Shaolin standing in front of Yu Canghai.

"Amitabha!"

Master Fangzheng put away his cassock and looked at Meng Fei with a peaceful gaze.

"Benefactor Meng, please show mercy. This matter is complicated and not yet clear. Moreover, Sect Leader Yu is the head of a sect, how can he make a decision so easily? Your sudden act of killing is a bit too hasty."

"Master, this matter is a personal feud between me and Yu Canghai. If he cannot hand over Aya and Aluo today, I will not let it go. Please step aside, Master."

At this moment, Meng Fei was only concerned about the safety of Aya and Aluo, as well as his overwhelming anger at Yu Canghai's despicable behavior. He couldn't possibly listen to Fang Zheng's advice.

Upon hearing this, Master Fangzheng slowly shook his head, his body remaining completely still.

"Benefactor Meng, when will this cycle of revenge end? Even if Sect Leader Yu's actions were inappropriate, the truth should still be investigated."

"Now that I am here, I cannot stand idly by and watch you, benefactor, kill a sect leader in front of all the heroes of the world. Otherwise, if this precedent is set, the martial world will surely be plunged into bloodshed once again. I urge you to think carefully before you act!"

"Think it over?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Meng Fei's lips, and the last bit of patience in his eyes vanished completely.

"Aya and Aro are still missing, their fate unknown. You want me to reconsider? Yu Canghai, I will kill him today! Even the Heavenly King himself can't stop me!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fei's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his long sword instantly drew a sword light, directly attacking Shaolin Fang Zheng who was blocking Yu Canghai's way!

"Since you insist on meddling in this matter, then I must offend you!"

The audience erupted in uproar! No one expected Meng Fei to be so decisive, not even giving face to the Shaolin abbot, and attacking without warning, and with such a dangerous killing move right away.

Upon seeing this, Master Fangzheng frowned slightly, a hint of surprise and regret flashing in his eyes, but no panic appeared on his face.

Faced with Meng Fei's fierce and deadly sword, he simply stood there, his monk's robe fluttering without wind, his feet neither too far to the ground, his hands clasped together as he slowly pushed out the Shaolin ultimate technique—the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm.

At first glance, it seemed to be just one palm, but in an instant, it transformed into hundreds and thousands of palms. Between the real and the illusory, it was as if a thousand Buddha hands were appearing at the same time.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The sword energy and palm force collided repeatedly, producing a dull sound.

Although Meng Fei's sword was fast and ruthless, it was always cleverly neutralized by Fang Zheng's endless, supple and powerful palm force before it could even touch Fang Zheng's body.

However, Meng Fei showed no sign of backing down. He shifted his sword stance and unleashed an even more ferocious sword move.

Thirteen Deadly Swords – Fourth Sword, Awakening of Insects!

In an instant, the sword light transformed into dozens or even hundreds of sharp, needle-like sword energies, attacking Fang Zheng from all directions, as if the dormant killing intent had been awakened by spring thunder and erupted with a roar!

Seeing this, Master Fangzheng's expression hardened slightly, and his Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm technique shifted and changed, repelling the vast majority of the sword energy.

However, this "Awakening of Insects" sword strike was far more powerful than the previous one. Although it was dispersed by his protective true energy, it still caused him to sway slightly.

Before Fang Zheng could catch his breath, the fifth sword—Dawn Break—pierced through the clouds like the morning sun. This sword was incredibly refined, precisely aimed at the fleeting "qi connection point" of the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm.

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed, and with a low shout, his inner strength surged, unleashing the strongest defensive stance of the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm, "Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Ancestor," attempting to withstand the "Dawn" attack head-on.

"boom!"

The sword energy and the palm force collided head-on, producing a thunderous roar. The bluestone beneath Fang Zheng's feet shattered with a "crack," and he involuntarily staggered back three steps before regaining his footing.

The crowd gasped in astonishment! Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin had actually been forced to retreat!

Meng Fei's sword momentum did not stop. The sixth sword, Crescent Moon, carrying the desolate sword intent of the withering of all things, drew a cold sword light and went straight for Fang Zheng's throat.

With his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, Fang Zheng saw the annihilating sword light approaching him and could hardly dodge it completely in his haste!

At this critical moment—

"Brother Meng! Spare his life!"

A clear, sharp shout rang out, and before the person even arrived, a sword light, as swift as a gazelle's horns and impossible to trace, was already thrust out!

The sword light appeared casual, yet it was exquisitely subtle, gently "touching" the most delicate point of the "Crescent Moon" sword's power at an extremely tricky angle.