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That blade strike... Its elegance was like a willow leaf dancing in the rain, its green so vibrant it was unnerving.

And Ma Sanqian was panicking right now.

Because the "male ghost" before him was too fast, too vicious. And his blade was wreathed in astonishing lightning.

’Wait a second.’

’How can a ghost control lightning?’

’No, that’s not right!’

’This isn’t a ghost!’

Ma Sanqian snapped out of his panic. He hadn’t lived for over fifty years for nothing. He was sure of it now—he’d been ambushed.

But reacting and dodging were two different things.

Ma Sanqian had realized what was happening, but he could no longer get out of the way.

The black longsword descended before his eyes. Crackling with ferocious lightning, it struck his shoulder like a bolt from the heavens.

BOOM!

Ma Sanqian felt a paralyzing numbness spread through him. Arcs of electricity coursed through his body, freezing him in place like a statue.

And then, he heard a cry of surprise.

"Huh? Why is this dumbass just standing there and not dodging?" The one who spoke wasn’t Gao Neng, but Fang Tangtang, who was rapidly taking a small step back.

’In Fang Tangtang’s mind, since this guy was an opponent worthy of a challenge from Shen Ning’Er, he couldn’t be that weak, right? He should’ve been able to last at least thirty to fifty exchanges, no problem.’

’But what was the result?’

’He got hit in a single strike?!’

Fang Tangtang was a little dumbfounded.

The words had practically flown out of her mouth on their own.

But when those words reached Ma Sanqian’s ears, they were like daggers to the heart, shattering it instantly.

’This is just straight-up bullying!’

’An ambush is one thing...’

’But you’re also calling me a dumbass?!’

Ma Sanqian was furious. He wanted to show these two brats what he was made of, but his body was now completely paralyzed.

And soon, an intense pain washed over him.

His opponent’s blade had struck him directly on the shoulder...

His shoulder, down to the top of his chest, was split wide open. Fresh blood gushed out ceaselessly. He couldn’t even stand steady as the world spun before his eyes.

That’s right!

His wounds hadn’t healed.

Gao Neng’s full-power strike had sent a massive amount of electricity surging into his body, tearing open all the wounds that had just begun to heal.

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

...

Blood gushed endlessly from his wounds.

Like a fountain.

In just a moment, Ma Sanqian was completely drenched in blood.

"Fuck!" Ma Sanqian was a man of refinement.

But this time, he couldn’t help but curse.

Because he was truly furious and couldn’t accept this...

’He’d wanted to put up a fight, but his opponent’s strike was so damn heavy! It crippled him in one blow without even giving him a chance to retaliate. Can you believe it?’

’What kind of grudge is this?!’

THUD!

Ma Sanqian collapsed, falling face-first to the ground.

Gao Neng blinked, a little surprised himself. The Ma Sanqian before him was clearly far too weak.

’Tier Six Late Stage?’

’Is this all he’s got?’

’He went down in one hit?’

’And look at how much he’s bleeding...’

’It’s insane!’

’It’s like a fountain.’

Gao Neng was a bit speechless.

’This really wasn’t his fault.’ He’d only struck once and had deliberately avoided any vital spots, aiming only for the shoulder.

’But Ma Sanqian was even spurting blood from his leg?!’

’He felt so wronged.’

"Did I hit him too hard?" Gao Neng asked, looking at Fang Tangtang. He genuinely thought that if Ma Sanqian kept bleeding like this, he might actually die.

"Looks like it... Did you hit a major artery?" Fang Tangtang said, taking a serious look at Ma Sanqian gushing blood before nodding.

"Even if I hit an artery, it wouldn’t make his thigh gush blood, would it? Look at his leg... it’s spraying like a fountain, but I hit his shoulder!" Gao Neng pointed at Ma Sanqian’s thigh.

"Huh, you’re right! Hit the shoulder, but the thigh is bleeding? Gao Neng, be honest, did your master teach you some new technique?" Fang Tangtang gave Gao Neng a frosty glare.

"New technique my ass... He was obviously injured before this!"

"Injured by Sister Ning’Er?"

"Obviously! Ning’Er must have run him through the leg with her spear, and my strike just jolted the wound open!" Gao Neng pointed at Ma Sanqian’s leg with his blade.

"So what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? We have to save him, quick!"

"Oh... Help! Someone, quick! Your Sect Leader’s son is dying! Come save him, help!" Fang Tangtang immediately caught on and started shouting.

"Holy shit! I meant *we* should save him!"

"That would be a waste of time... Just let Master Zhang come save him!" Fang Tangtang blinked.

"That... actually makes sense. In that case... let’s run!" Gao Neng froze for a second before agreeing. He hadn’t expected Fang Tangtang to be so clever sometimes.

’If they actually stopped to save him, not only would it waste time, but they’d likely get caught.’

’Just shout for help.’

’And then they could scram.’

’Super convenient!’

Gao Neng made up his mind. He glanced into the distance and, upon hearing the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, scooped up Fang Tangtang and tunneled back into the ground.

...

The rear mountain of the Daoist Sect was a private area.

The people who lived there were essentially all prestigious figures within the Daoist Sect, including its current Sect Leader, Master Zhang.

In fact, Master Zhang hadn’t been back on the mountain for long.

However, he’d heard Fang Tangtang’s shout the moment it rang out, and so, without the slightest hesitation, he came rushing over.

Arriving with him were several Elders and Inner Sect Disciples of the Daoist Sect.