Chapter Seven, Water Dragon's Chant.

Ye Feng resolutely interrupted Zhu Yanhong and said softly: "Over the years, my heart has been filled with nothing but hatred. I only knew to practice martial arts every day, with the single-minded purpose of avenging my grievances, never knowing what happiness is. It wasn't until I met you and spent these days with you that I realized how foolish I used to be, letting happiness slip away from me. Even if you were to leave me now, my heart will forever hold only the happiness of being with you! And now, all I ask for is to be with you every day..." Ye Feng took a deep breath and said emphatically: "Even if I am criticized by thousands and despised by tens of thousands, it is of no importance!"

The Knife King sat upright at the table, but in his hand was not a cup of tea, but the Eternal Blade drawn from its sheath, carefully examined in his hand.

But seeing the densely written small characters in the book, with various patterns, I felt great joy in my heart.

But the Knife King raised his head and looked up at the sky. The smile on his face just now suddenly turned cold: "I have long said that to fully master the Forgetful Heart Seven Forms, one must also forget emotions after transferring them. Do you understand now?"

Shen Qianqian was delighted to see Ye Feng and Long Tengkong, feeling an instant connection. As a woman with a delicate face, she couldn't speak directly to Ye Feng, so she first approached Zhu Yanhong and said, "Sister Zhu, you must have been worried these past few days."

Dragon soared and landed, staggering a few steps before standing firmly. A blood streak flowed from the corner of his mouth as he looked at the incoming person and said with a resentful voice, "You know nothing, Shui Zhihan!"

As the ice sword shrank, I knew it would eventually melt away. So I fought up close, and at the moment when the Water Knows Cold's chilling palm was fully unleashed, I was ready.

On a deep and dark night, the sky was hazy and murky. The wild ferry pierced through the blue sky with iron chains, while the autumn chill extinguished the remaining warmth of the mountain fire.

A faint voice said, "Is General Ming's martial arts really that powerful?"

After all, compared to the situation of Long Tengkong and Zhao Xingshuang, the resistance between them is much smaller. At this moment, there are no obstacles in their hearts. They believe that even if there are huge difficulties, as long as they love each other and remain steadfast, they can overcome them.

But at this moment, the situation has become like riding a tiger. If one were to stop and admit defeat, it would be a loss of reputation for a lifetime. How could one face Shen Qianqian, who has fallen into the hands of the enemy, the Knife King who has been known for years, and Ye Feng, who had an instant connection...

The iron chain is only a dozen zhang long, and it eventually reaches its end.

What kind of revenge plan, what kind of dominance over the rivers and lakes, what kind of fresh clothes and angry horses, what kind of high spirits. All the beauty is just a farce in life. As long as the sword strikes a little harder, and leaves a little less strength, he will never see the stars in the sky and the myriad of red dust again.

In Ye Feng's eyes, a divine light flashed. He was about to step forward to engage in battle when Long Teng, soaring in the air, interjected, saying, "Shui Zhihan, do you have the audacity to challenge someone younger than you? Let me receive your chilling palm."

The Knife King laughed heartily again, his voice shaking the clouds and seeming to have already understood all the worldly affairs.

Dragon soaring in the sky, laughing heartily, he picked up the teacup and said, "Brother Ye is a man of character. I, an old man, will offer you tea instead of wine. Let me first toast to you." After speaking, he drank the tea in one gulp.

The Sword King lifted Ye Feng from the ground and said word by word, "To defeat the enemy, one must first stand tall!"

A few people were surprised to see Shen Qianqian lose her composure like this. Long Tengkong quickly got up and went after her.

Ye Feng smiled modestly and said, "If it weren't for Brother Qin's guidance, I wouldn't have known my own limitations."

After a long pause, the Sword King asked softly, "What is temperament?"

Ye Feng interrupted Long Tengkong and loudly questioned, "Blade King, isn't this causing unnecessary suffering to Yanhong?" When it came to this point, he no longer had the heart to address Blade King as Brother Qin.

Ye Feng raises his cup and pours tea, respectfully offering it to Long Tengkong: "I offer a cup to my senior!"

Li Qingsheng laughed heartily: "It would be best to marry Zhao Xingsuang as well. Otherwise, I would have to call her mother-in-law. Wouldn't that be too boring?"

On the contrary, Zhu Yanhong lightly brushed her hair, her demeanor calm.

The most admirable thing is that Long Tengkong knows the pain of hopeless love, yet still chooses to give up everything, wholeheartedly accompanying Zhao Xingshang to live in seclusion in Hainan. These twenty years must have been filled with the torment of longing, and the depth of this affection is far beyond what others can imagine.

After fighting for a few moves, with the cold knowledge turning into bamboo in the chest, a feint was made, directly stabbing at the soaring chest of the dragon, expecting it to dodge in any case, then letting the ice sword, shortened to two inches, dissolve away, tapping its face and eyes with water, ... using the cold-soaked palm to deceive the body and strike...

There is no longer any arrogance, boiling hatred, blood loss, or wildness in his heart.

Ye Feng seemed as if he didn't notice Li Qingsheng at all, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Qianqian in his arms. However, he burst into laughter and said, "The wounds inflicted by the old ghost Li healed surprisingly fast. If I had known earlier, I would have struck harder with my knife and made you lie in bed for a few more days."

In Shen Qianqian's heart, there was already a state of chaos. Just now, seeing Ye Feng's passionate affection towards Zhu Yanhong, she couldn't help but fantasize that if he could treat her the same way one day, she would be the happiest person in the world. ... Unable to control her determination, she thought that as long as she was sincere, perhaps one day she could move him, even if it meant sharing a husband with the two daughters of Zhu Yanhong.

The Knife King sighed in his heart. Ye Feng is now with Zhu Yanhong. Shen Qianqian suddenly appeared here, causing a twist in the situation. I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse? She could only nod and respond, "Ye Feng is currently practicing divine skills and is unable to meet with the young lady at the moment."

Ye Feng's laughter subsided after a long time, slowly withdrawing his gaze from the sky. His face had returned to its usual composure, as if he had made some kind of determination.

A group of people went up the mountain to occupy key points, aiming to encircle Ye Feng and others.

The Blade King smiled and said, "The General's Mansion has been showing off its sharpness in recent years, looking down upon the martial arts world. But now, encountering the three of us brothers joining forces, it will definitely not end well for them."

Wish Yanhong to be strong and keep smiling: "Don't just be a cushion, or a wall."

The Way of the Knife King: "Do you know why I took the risk of keeping you for ten days?"

She... She closed her eyelids, only letting her heart beat faster and faster under the low lead canopy, like slowly playing the empty strings of the flowing fire years.

Ye Feng relaxed his mind, but then remembered something: "How would General Ming react if he knew that the elder spared the younger generation?"

Water whispered coldly: "The Broken Void Blade has always been cunning and unpredictable. I am just afraid that the Blade King might be in danger, so I have come to provide assistance."

Ye Feng looked up in surprise, only to see that the Sword King seemed to have aged several years in an instant. It was only then that he realized that this battle was by no means an easy victory for the Sword King.

The King of Knives, Su Rong Dao, said: "Young Ye's words are incorrect. In this world, humans are not like plants and trees, who can be emotionless? Humans have seven emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, enmity, and love. Are these not emotions? Your determination to seek revenge since childhood, never forgetting for decades, how can others compare to the depth of your emotions?"

When the water knows the cold, the expression turns cold: "Brother Long, have you become someone who only seeks verbal benefits after all these years of relying on others?"

At the moment when the Bulao blade touched the top of Yefeng's head, it stopped. Yefeng's hairpin was split in half by the unparalleled blade aura, and he was still tightly pressed against his head by the blade's momentum. The remaining blade aura blew Yefeng's already scattered hair backwards, fluttering and dancing, swaying under the stars in the sky, and reflecting in the lightning-like blade light.

Ye Feng and Dao Wang stood there, watching as Zhu Yanhong entered the thatched cottage. They were stunned for a moment, and then Dao Wang murmured with a sigh, "Such a woman, such an extraordinary woman!"

It can be seen from this that Shui Zhihan has also arrived not long ago. I wonder if Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong have already developed deep feelings for each other, otherwise Ye Feng would not be willing to break through the encirclement alone for Zhu Yanhong.

The Sword King seemed to be lost in thought, sighed deeply and said, "When I was your age, I also didn't know the immensity of the heavens and the earth. I thought that with a sword in hand, I could roam the rivers and lakes, enjoy myself in avenging grievances, until I met him and realized that there are always greater heights to reach and people beyond oneself. The path of martial arts is vast and endless, even if one devotes a lifetime of effort, it may still be impossible to fully comprehend..."

Ye Feng turned his head and looked. The dragon soared in the sky, already achieving complete success. Opening his eyes, he finally let go of some worries.

Second, the two sounds shake the valley, and the whistle looks towards the endless road.

And until this moment, he realized that the martial arts he had always been proud of were so fragile and vulnerable in front of a real master!

The King of Knives: "You can leave her with me. I will personally send her back to her parents' home, and you can visit her in Jiaxing in a few days." Zhu Yanhong's father, the great scholar of Jiangnan, Zhu Zhongning, lives in Jiaxing.

Wishing Yan Hong and Ye Feng a happy time together these days, Yan Hong's heart has long been entangled with Ye Feng. At this moment, seeing Shen Qianqian, a sense of inferiority suddenly arises, feeling guilty towards Shen Qianqian. Although it is difficult to express, Yan Hong calmly says: "Things are predestined, thinking too much is useless. Yan Hong is just a delicate woman who does not seek revenge for her husband, only wants to live the rest of her life in peace, and has no other requests..."

Ye Feng sighed inwardly. If he had not suffered so much inhuman hardship when he was young, he would have long developed an unshakable will. How could he be moved by the gentle weeping and soul-searching technique of Li Qingsheng? It can be seen that in life, every action has its consequences.

The Knife King raises his cup and drinks, thinking of the fleeting years. In the blink of an eye, the old times have become like yesterday's yellow flowers. Everyone has grown old with white hair, and there is a feeling of melancholy in their hearts.

Good! I didn't expect that my twenty years of deep contemplation would be penetrated by you in just eight days. Sword King laughed: "I just can't figure out why such a face-hurting matter, at this moment, sounds so delightful?"

Ye Feng suddenly looked up, his gaze burning like fire, erasing the lingering traces of tears: "You are not me, my hatred can only be cleansed with blood!"

Ye Feng first deeply bowed to Dao Wang: "Ye Feng knows that the senior has good intentions towards me, so I will never blame or resent in my heart."

Dragon soars and laughs heartily, and with Ye Feng, they both finished their tea: "Young Master Ye, now you know - even if it means killing a friend for fame, it is despicable; even if everyone condemns you for being rebellious and violating etiquette, I am determined to support you."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A black shadow shot up from the side of the mountain road and brushed past the soaring dragon in mid-air.

Ye Feng looked at Zhu Yanhong, only to see her tightly pursed lips and a look of confusion on her face. It seemed as if she was relieved that Lei Nu was still alive, yet also saddened by the earth-shattering changes that had occurred.

A hundred thoughts and worries surged into my mind. Thinking about how Zhu Yanhong and I finally let go of all the constraints, openly expressing our feelings, Ye Feng's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Therefore, there came the story of "lying on firewood and tasting gall".

Li Qingsheng became extremely angry. His third son, Li Zhao, died at the hands of Ye Feng. Old grudges and new hatred surged up, and he could no longer restrain himself. He threw Shen Qianqian into the air with one hand, leaped up, and with his claws like hooks, he went straight to grab Ye Feng.

The water arrow suddenly stagnated in the air, under the extremely cold palm force of the Water Knowing Cold, it actually solidified into ice, turning into an ice sword, and stabbed towards the right palm of the Dragon Soaring Sky attack.

These words of "Water knows cold" are extremely insidious, implying that Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong have had a compromising relationship. Despite Ye Feng's cleverness, he cannot deny the accusation, even though he and Zhu Yanhong are still innocent.

Ye Feng was stunned, as if a large bowl of warm old wine had been poured into his chest, and his hot blood boiled up. His nose tingled, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

The Knife King said solemnly, "He is the enemy that I am most grateful for in my life!"

With a wave of his hand, Shui Zhihan unexpectedly sucked the cup of clear tea from the stone table into his hand through the air. The power transmitted through his palm caused the stone cup to shatter. With his palm power fully immersed, the tea in the cup surged out, transforming into a water arrow that shot straight into Long Tengkong's eyes. He said, "I offer a toast to Brother Long, to relieve the twenty years of pent-up frustration!"

A resounding roar, a clear and powerful voice, echoing passionately in the lofty mountains, gradually fading away.

At that moment, she seemed to have personally experienced the deep and bottomless pain that Ye Feng was about to burst out in his heart. The once hearty and calm laughter was no longer audible, like a passing cloud. The firm and stubborn confidence completely collapsed at this moment...

Ever since General Ming fought against the leader of the Shenliu Sect, Bao Suxin, in the capital city twenty-four years ago, his extraordinary martial arts skills have been revered throughout the land, making him the undisputed top expert. Except for the famous battle three years ago against the master of hidden weapons, Lin Qing, on the peak of Mount Tai, where he admitted defeat, he has been invincible against all other opponents, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts prestige.

He can endure. He has endured for twenty years. He can continue to practice hard for another twenty years until his sword cuts off the head of his enemy...

Ye Feng's face was ashen, his head felt like it was splitting. Never in his life had he been so close to the grim reaper.

These short ten steps seem to have traversed the vicissitudes of life.

Ding ding ding ding, a few crisp sounds, the light flute and ten fingers playing in chaos, the fingers move freely, all hitting the broken air knife.

After Ye Feng spoke just now, he already had a hint of regret. Without saying anything in response, he just nodded slowly.

The decisive battle between these two masters is greatly beneficial to the onlookers.

As long as he can still smile so brilliantly and brightly, just like the dazzling sunshine on the day I first met him!

Wishing Yanhong lowered her head in a hurry as she encountered Ye Fenghuo's gaze, which was as intense as fire.

Yan Hong exclaimed in surprise: "There isn't even a stove here."

The Knife King dodged to the side, surprisingly not returning Ye Feng's gesture of respect. "Hold your bow, do you mean to say that I, Qin Kong, must admit that my demeanor as the Knife King is inferior to that old man Xue Fenfei?!"

Suddenly, it was shocking to learn that Lei Nu was still alive. Ye Feng and Zhu Yan's hearts trembled violently, and their faces all changed drastically.

At this moment, she knew that she had fallen in love with him, during his greatest failure in life.

The Knife King had to explain in detail. When it came to the six-move battle on the Forgetful Peak, he spoke fluently and with great enthusiasm. With Ye Feng smiling knowingly beside him and Zhu Yanhong occasionally interjecting from an outsider's perspective, Long and Shen couldn't help but regret not coming a few days earlier and missing this earth-shattering scene.

In Ye Feng's eyes, a sharp light flashed: "In that case, I have even less remorse towards Lei Nu." Although he said so, Lei Nu had once been his brother-in-arms, and the unease in his heart could not be dispelled.

The Knife King coldly smiled and said, "I will give you an explanation myself."

It was not until this moment that Ye Feng finally understood the painstaking efforts of the Sword King towards him.

What is temperament?! In Ye Feng's eyes, a painful look shot out, shouting loudly: "I don't care what temperament is, what fame and fortune are. I don't want to live at the mercy of others, I don't want to be powerless when my loved ones die in front of me, I don't want to hide in the desert like a dog all day, I don't want to carve 'revenge' on my leg with a small knife while cursing my own uselessness. I want to be a person who speaks with a knife, I want a just world, I want those who destroyed my family and clan to pay the price they should... I don't want to live at the mercy of others, I don't want to be powerless when my loved ones die in front of me, I don't want to hide in the desert like a dog all day, I don't want to carve 'revenge' on my leg with a small knife while cursing my own uselessness. I want to be a person who speaks with a knife, I want a just world, I want those who destroyed my family and clan to pay the price they should...

Ye Feng's chest trembled violently. Zhu Yanhong clearly showed her feelings, but she was afraid of damaging her reputation. Therefore, she would rather ignore her identity as a wealthy young lady from Jiangnan and hint that he did not need to marry her publicly. In fact, she had deep feelings for him. Ye Feng was moved and once again held her delicate hand and said, "Even if I don't know how to appreciate your kindness, I know that you have deep feelings for me. Besides, just now I heard what the King of Swords said. The secular customs and morals are just empty words. I won't pay attention to gossip..." This was the first time he called her by her name, "Yanhong".

Dragon soars with empty eyes, gazing at Shen Qianqian. A trace of worry crosses his face as he looks up at the King of Blades. "Brother Qin, do you know why I have been lingering in Hainan all these years?"

Dragon soars with empty eyes, looking at Shen Qianqian. Then he lets out a long sigh: "Qianqian, now you should understand why Uncle Long insisted on not letting you go to find Young Master Ye!"

Ye Feng exclaimed, "Can the enemy also feel gratitude?"

But all I see is the deep darkness of the night, with mountain mist lingering around. I can no longer see the Knife King on the Forgetful Heart Peak across from me. Only the layers of night waves surge in my eyes, while the mountain wind roars and whistles in my ears.

The Knife King suddenly felt a sensation, abruptly stood up, and looked at the mountain road.

Unbelievably skilled, nothing surpasses this!

Yanhong Zhu lowered her head in silence, her emotions surging just a moment ago, and she blurted out her feelings for him. At this moment, she thought of her aging father with white hair at home, and her three-year-old child. How could she accompany him to the harsh frontier so freely? Even if her father forgave her, how could the child withstand the bitter cold of the frontier?

Wishing Yanhong's tears that couldn't help but fall from her eyes again...

The Blade King sneered: "You are not me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so pathetic, kneeling on the ground waiting to die!"

The Knife King looked towards the sky and said, "I have pondered over the Forgetful Heart Technique for twenty years before finally comprehending it. Yet, you casually dismissed it with a 'not convinced'. How can I accept that?"

The Way of the Knife King: "On the path of martial arts, one must break in order to establish. If it weren't for such a formidable adversary, I would not have been able to create the Forgetful Heart Seven Forms."

Ye Feng's legs went weak, half-kneeling on the ground. Large drops of sweat dripped from his head, bursting out in a near-frenzied collapse and falling into the dark yellow soil.

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice, "Who is he?!"

Ye Feng nodded: "Shui Zhihan could not have expected the senior to be so considerate to the junior, and even thought that the junior would be burdened by Lady Lei, and would inevitably underestimate the enemy. In addition, although Qionglong Mountain is not large, dividing the forces to surround the mountain makes it weak. Even if Shui Zhihan and Li Qingsheng come in person, the junior is confident in finding an opportunity to escape."

Ye Feng bows deeply to Long Tengkong, his eyes gazing at Zhu Yanhong, and the two exchange smiles.

Shen Qianqian heard that Ye Feng was safe and sound, and her heart was filled with joy. Her face, which had been tense all the way, instantly relaxed, and she chuckled, saying, "What is there to be afraid of? Water Zhihan and Li Qingsheng may not be able to withstand Uncle Long and Knife King, let alone the fact that we still have a Broken Void Blade."

The Knife King murmured, "What's the use of being a passionate person? You can't learn my Forgetful Heart Seven Techniques. Sooner or later, you will be killed by someone."

To think that in the future, if one wishes to join hands and ride together with Zhu Yanhong beyond the Great Wall, it is necessary to first overcome the current difficulties. There is no time to hesitate, flip open the book and read.

The words of Ye Feng are powerful and resounding.

Shen Qianqian endured her sorrow: "Lei Nu wanted to capture me, but luckily Uncle Long had been hiding among the people at the Happy Tower. That's how he saved me when Lei Nu was caught off guard."

The crowd exclaimed in unison. The Sword King and Ye Feng supported Long Tengkong from left and right. They saw the ice sword penetrate deep into the chest cavity, instantly turning into invisible hot blood. On top of it was the domineering internal force of Water Zhihan, which not only shattered Long Tengkong's heart pulse, but also blew his entire chest into a bloody mess, a horrifying sight!

As the two reminisced about the anxious thoughts that were dissolved in the night on the thin iron chain, which was as thin as a little finger, that pulled them together, they suddenly realized it was like a dream in the settling evening breeze. Their two pounding hearts were like falling into a cup of thick honey, both sweet and stagnant.

Ye Feng coldly smiled, and said in a cold voice, "The Sword King is mistaken. If there is something to forget, Ye Feng would rather forget the inherited martial arts from the predecessors than forget his feelings!"

Ye Feng's heart moved, and he already understood Shui Zhihan's plan. Shui Zhihan definitely intends to completely annihilate, which is why he allowed Li Qingsheng to insult Shen Qianqian, in order to arouse everyone's fighting spirit and fight to the death instead of seeking opportunities to escape.

After going through this journey of life and death with Ye Feng, our hearts are connected, and it seems that no teachings or rituals are important anymore. The years of hidden grievances seem to have been worth it. The two drops of tears of love finally break free from the shackles of our eyes, barely falling onto our chests...

In recent years, General Ming has been determined to unify the martial arts world, causing a bloody storm in the martial arts community. Many martial artists who pursue fame and fortune have also joined the general's mansion. Now, even the Ghost King Li Qingsheng, the lord of the Wangsicheng in Xiangxi, has formed an alliance with the general's mansion. Only a few major gangs such as the Leikong Gang are struggling to support the righteous martial arts...

The Blade King never expected that so many changes would occur after he single-mindedly helped Ye Feng cultivate the Forgetfulness Technique. Seeing Ye Feng's current situation, there was no trace of forgetfulness in his demeanor. He couldn't help but feel extremely regretful and frustrated in his heart, and sat down dejectedly, letting out a long sigh.

Ye Feng looked towards the end of the iron chain with his eyes, surrounded by layers of mist. Even with his vision, he couldn't see the mysterious emptiness on the other side. He knew that the profound understanding of the martial art of knife path left by the Knife King must be there. This gift was truly precious.

The Knife King Qin Kong stands by the edge of the mountain cliff, with a proud and cold expression on his face, quietly watching Ye Feng once again carry the burden of Zhu Yanhong. He takes one step at a time onto the iron chain, slowly disappearing from sight.

The atmosphere is unexpectedly subtle.

Ye Feng's face turned slightly red: "I am a little worried about her..."

After practicing the "Ye Feng Gong Yun Shu Zhou Tian" for seven days, the heart has already memorized the heart method of forgetting the "Seven Styles of the Heart".

In the midst of smoke, the sentiment breathes, lingering between the valleys.

The dragon soars and laughs heartily in the sky: "Water knows cold, it knows cold indeed, with a broad and clear perspective! Such an opponent is hard to come by in the world. Even though the Water Master may strike with all their might, I have long been impatient!"

Ye Feng and the others listened to Long Tengkong's scolding with a triumphant and delighted expression, feeling extremely pleased in their hearts.

During these eight days, although he did not inquire about Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong, he was actually concerned about them.

Ye Feng trembled again, as if in convulsions. The words of the Sword King were like a sudden enlightenment, awakening him from a dream.

The face of the Knife King showed a painful expression: "If not so, how could I make you understand the Forget Love Great Technique."

The Knife King shouted loudly: "I said that I would give the supervisor an explanation in ten days. If the supervisor still doesn't trust me, then there's nothing more to say."

Perhaps, life is nothing more than a pursuit of joy without asking for the outcome. Even when joy reaches its end, it remains elusive.

Ye Feng shouted loudly, looked towards Zhu Yanhong, his eyes almost spitting fire, but his voice was extremely calm: "Have you already made up your mind about this?"

Water knows cold, but it looks towards the King of Blades: "I wonder what position the King of Blades takes on today's matter?"

The Knife King interrupted Ye Feng and asked, "Do you have feelings for Miss Zhu in your heart?" He insisted on calling Zhu Yanhong as Miss Zhu.

The Knife King deliberately wore a pained expression and sighed, "Consider it bad luck for the old ghost. First, he took a blow from the Broken Void Knife, and now he has to face the Eternal Blade. But how can I bring myself to take advantage of his old, unhealed wounds?"

Long Teng Kong sat opposite Dao Wang with Ma Jindao, pouring two cups of tea for themselves and slowly saying, "Although we haven't met in the past twenty years, the friendship we had in the past is something that we can never forget."

Ye Feng has sharp eyes. He first saw a book placed neatly on the stone table, struck a flint to light the candle on the table, picked up the book, and saw four large characters on the cover - "Seven Forms of Forgetfulness".

The Sword King seemed to have paid no attention to the panic and embarrassment of the two, and asked again to Zhu Yanhong: "Miss Zhu, do you like Brother Ye?"

What's even more terrifying is that although the Knife King remains motionless, the overwhelming pressure that comes crashing down almost feels like it's going to nail Ye Feng deep into the ground.

Ye Feng had no idea about the many thoughts in Zhu Yanhong's heart. Seeing her bowing in silence, he took it as her consent. Feeling joyful, he led her to the side of the small blue stone house and said, "First, guess what's inside here?"

In just a few short days, Ye Feng first suffered a setback from the mysterious person in the backyard of the Five Sword Villa, leaving a deep shadow in his heart. And now, being defeated by the Sword King, his usual unwavering confidence crumbled in an instant, and he could no longer recover.

Ye Feng looked up in confusion and saw the Sword King with a desolate expression, devoid of any trace of pride. His gaze, like a long arrow piercing through his heart, remained fixed on him without blinking. Suddenly, Ye Feng trembled all over.

Ye Feng felt a sensation in his heart, and his thoughts blurted out: "Not bad, if it weren't for this strong enemy, I wouldn't have been able to cultivate my martial arts to what it is today."

Fortunately, he has been through many battles and is quick to respond. He managed to temporarily dodge the vital point by leaning his body to one side. However, the dragon's attack was extremely swift and fierce, with a determination to fight to the death. Shui Zhihan watched helplessly as the dragon's right palm landed solidly on his right shoulder, causing him to cry out and fly backwards.

The gaze of the Knife King flickered, his palms clashed, and then tightly intertwined, as if making some kind of decision: "This will do. In the eyes of this old man, worldly etiquette is nothing but empty words. Even if Leinu is not dead, a divorce decree would solve everything. As long as you don't mind her, what does it matter what others say?"

The mind of Ye Feng was shaken, never did he expect that the Sword King would ask such a shocking question at this moment... He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhu Yanhong, only to see a trace of unexpected panic flash across her delicate and beautiful face, as she remained silent with tears still lingering on her cheeks...

The Knife King looked up and sighed deeply: "Hatred! Must it be satisfied only through bloodshed?"