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As the clash between the three intensified, the aftermath of their battle swept through the surrounding crowd like a fierce storm. Ye Gucheng's eyes narrowed at the sight, and with a swift motion, he drew his sword, its light gleaming like a dragon, aimed directly at the city gate.
Li Feixiong, witnessing this, mistakenly believed that Ye Gucheng was trying to escape. Panic surged within him, and without a moment's hesitation, he rushed after Ye Gucheng alongside Qian Youyu, determined to intercept him.
As they approached the city gate, Ye Gucheng was poised for action. He unleashed the Wuying Sword Technique, creating an illusion of multiple swords that left Qian Youyu unable to defend himself. In an instant, a flash of sword light struck Qian Youyu in the chest, sending him flying back like a wounded kite, blood gushing from his mouth and staining his clothes.
Seeing this, Li Feixiong was alarmed and quickly pulled out a pill from his pocket to administer to Qian Youyu, hoping to stabilize his injuries. Yet he did not forget about the enemy before him. With fury in his eyes, he glared at Ye Gucheng as if he intended to devour him whole.
"Ye Gucheng," Li Feixiong said, "with your strength, you could serve the Duke and gain great rewards. Why waste your talents on this small family?" His words dripped with temptation and persuasion, aiming to sway Ye Gucheng's resolve.
However, Ye Gucheng merely shot him a cold glance, a hint of disdain curling at the corners of his mouth. "You should worry about yourself first." Before he finished speaking, a sharp beam of sword light struck like lightning.
Li Feixiong felt a tightening in his chest and quickly executed his ultimate technique of merging man and sword to barely fend off Ye Gucheng's attack. Yet he knew he was at a disadvantage; if this continued, disaster would surely follow.
"Not bad, you have some talent," Ye Gucheng remarked indifferently. With that, he shifted his stance and unleashed the Wuying Sword Intent. The sword intent coiled through the air like a dragon, emanating an aura that sent chills down one's spine.
When Li Feixiong beheld this sword intent, his face turned pale as paper. The sword intent was a symbol of a Feng Wang Jing master! The fact that Ye Gucheng had comprehended it meant he had reached half-step Kingdom Level!
"You've actually comprehended sword intent! Have you reached half-step King?" Li Feixiong's voice trembled with fear. He realized that the gap between him and Ye Gucheng had widened beyond comparison.
At that moment, retreat flickered in Li Feixiong's mind. He understood that continuing to entangle himself with Ye Gucheng would only lead to humiliation. Seizing the brief moment before Ye Gucheng launched another attack, he vanished like a stray dog fleeing in despair.
In this realm shrouded by sword intent, Ye Gucheng and Li Feixiong faced off in a heated standoff. Li Feixiong, as a capable subordinate under the Duke's command, had thought that his power and presence would be enough to intimidate this audacious youth. But Ye Gucheng was no ordinary opponent; his focus lay solely on the sword and his unwavering pursuit of ultimate swordsmanship.
When Ye Gucheng executed his ultimate move, Sword Shadow Enclosure, the air around them seemed to freeze. Countless sword shadows intertwined into a net that ensnared Li Feixiong completely. Faced with this life-and-death crisis, Li Feixiong shouted in desperation: "If you kill me, the Duke will not let you go! Even if you are half-step King, you would be no match for a true King! If you spare my life, I can speak favorably on your behalf before the Duke and save you from death!"
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