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While the two were talking, Mad Blade's eyes stayed fixed on that mirror.

Inside the mirror, the Su family disciples were all both shocked and furious.

But staring at the longsword in Ximen Chuixue's hand, none of them dared step forward.

No one dared treat the longsword in this lunatic's hand like some kind of joke.

After all, he'd just sliced off half of Su Tangjun's arm with a single sword.

Su Tangjun clutched his severed arm, in such pain he couldn't speak, while Su Tangqing steadied himself and softly issued an order.

"All together—kill this madman first, then we'll talk."

Before the words finished, Ximen Chuixue immediately seized the initiative.

His longsword shot out like a silver ribbon, stabbing toward Su Tangqing.

The sword light was like lightning, incomparably dazzling in the dark night.

That terrifying Sword Intent made Su Tangqing's face change in fright.

In his panic, he cast a Vajra talisman on himself.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light streaked past, and Ximen Chuixue's longsword thrust into Su Tangqing's chest.

The Golden Light on that Vajra talisman rippled out layer after layer, stopping the blade from piercing through.

Su Tangqing seized the opportunity to strike. A fireball blasted out from his hand and slammed into Ximen Chuixue's body.

Almost at the same time, various attacks from the other seven or eight Su family disciples all crashed into Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue's body was blasted backward, and while still in midair he turned into a ball of fire, blazing fiercely.

Su Tangqing clutched his chest over his heart, his face waxy yellow, panting heavily.

Just now, although Ximen Chuixue's sword hadn't killed him, that indomitable Sword Intent had caused the blood in his heart to stagnate, leaving him in extreme pain.

Right at this moment, he felt another blade-bright gaze fixed on him, and he couldn't help shuddering, as if he'd met his natural enemy.

Su Tangqing glanced toward the eleven o'clock direction; less than ten steps away, a long-haired young man was staring at him coldly.

The longsword in that long-haired youth's hand was like a pool of autumn water, with a line of cold light flickering uncertainly at the tip.

Another Ximen Chuixue!

Su Tangqing's calves trembled, his mind torn between shock and doubt.

He stared anxiously at this newly appeared Ximen Chuixue, his eyes wider than ping-pong balls.

Su Tangqing grit his teeth, pulled out a Flame Ball Talisman, and at the same time channeled his Spiritual Power.

But before his Spell could be released, an icy chill suddenly stabbed through his back, killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Su Tangqing glanced backward and was scared so badly his Soul Shattered.

Behind him stood a man, longsword in hand, long hair draped over his shoulders, eyes shining like stars.

Yet again, it was a Ximen Chuixue!

Su Tangqing abruptly unleashed the Fireball Technique, aiming straight at the person before him.

With a boom, the Ximen Chuixue in front of him turned into a ball of flame.

And at that very moment, Su Tangqing only felt a chill in his back as half a bloodstained sword tip pierced out through his chest.

Su Tangqing stared in terror, turning inch by inch, while blood was already spilling from his mouth.

Behind him, Ximen Chuixue looked at him blandly, as if at an ant, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.

Just then, everyone noticed that Su Tangqing had been stabbed.

Fireball Techniques, Frost Techniques, and various Talisman Records erupted from the crowd's hands, all shooting toward that Ximen Chuixue.

The sword-wielding Ximen Chuixue was annihilated in an instant, vanishing without a trace.

Everyone saw that Ximen Chuixue's body left not the slightest trace, and instead only a few withered yellow paper scraps remained. They all widened their eyes, unable to fathom what kind of Divine Skills this was.

Just then, shadows flickered in the corridor; front and back, left and right, a total of four figures appeared, all radiating a biting Sword Intent.

Another four Ximen Chuixues!

Whoosh!

Four razor-sharp sonic booms rang out as four sword lights like silver ribbons shot into the crowd, each targeting a different Disciple.

This time everyone panicked and scrambled to act.

The ribbon-like sword lights flashed once through the crowd and vanished; two Disciples clutched their throats and collapsed.

The four Ximen Chuixues were struck by Spells and all fell, likewise turning into balls of fire.

But almost simultaneously, three more identical Ximen Chuixues appeared in the corridor, blocking everyone's path, their Sword Intent growing ever more chilling.

At this point, the few Su family disciples could no longer hold it together; their will to resist completely crumbled.

No one knew where these damned Ximen Chuixues were coming from.

Kill one and another appeared, endless and unceasing.

Su Tangjun finally snapped back to his senses. Staring at the three slowly approaching Ximen Chuixues, he forced himself to stay calm and gave an order.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. Grab the wounded and the dead, we're breaking out!"

The Su family disciples who'd joined the night raid hurriedly picked up the injured or fallen Su family disciples.

No one had any fighting spirit left; they swarmed toward both sides of the corridor, fleeing.

Sword light flashed once—then again!

The three Ximen Chuixues struck once more, killing another two Su family disciples.

The Su family disciples only cursed their parents for not giving them two extra legs; tumbling and scrambling, they all fled downstairs.

Inside the room, Mad Blade stared at Yang Fei, dumbfounded.

Yang Fei held a pair of scissors, lazily cutting one paper figure after another.

Each time a paper cutout appeared, he blew a breath of Spiritual Energy onto it, and it transformed into a Ximen Chuixue.

This bastard's Divine Skills were enough to scare someone to death!

Only when the Su family disciples had retreated did Yang Fei toss aside the scissors, let out a hearty laugh, and pull out a cigarette.

Mad Blade, excited, grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

"Little Bird Yang, what kind of Divine Skills is that?"

Yang Fei chuckled. "This is called Puppet Technique. Strip away the mystery and it's nothing special."

"Those Ximen Chuixues outside were all formed from a breath of my Spiritual Energy; the paper cutouts were just a physical anchor."

At this point, Yang Fei's expression turned grave.

"The People of Su Family have already made a move on us. The mask is off. From now on, we don't need to show the Su Family any courtesy."

As he spoke, Yang Fei let out a heavy snort.

"They know full well we're people of Yinxue Tower, yet they still dare lay hands on us in broad daylight. Such nerve."

Mad Blade sighed, as if wanting to say something but swallowing the words back.

Yang Fei spotted it immediately and glared.

"What are you hemming and hawing for? Spit it out."

Mad Blade smiled wryly at Yang Fei. "Don't hit me when I say this."

"In the eyes of these Cultivation Families and the various Great Immortal Sects, our Yinxue Tower is just a Martial Arts Sect from the Mortal World, not even qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as them."

He sighed again as he said this.

"Otherwise, Chu Yuexi's mother wouldn't look down on me, Mad Blade, and look down on Yinxue Tower like that."

Yang Fei spat and said flatly, "That's just them looking down on people with dog eyes."

"From today on, I believe Yinxue Tower will soar to the heavens and rise above the Cultivation World."

Having witnessed Yang Fei's many Divine Skills, Mad Blade was full of confidence in him.

"Of course. With Brother Fei here, there's nothing to be afraid of."

The two chatted until midnight, then each sat down to meditate, circulating their Circulation and cultivating their spell.

The Su family disciples had clearly been scared witless by Yang Fei's Ximen Chuixue; no one else showed up afterward.

At daybreak, Yang Fei and Mad Blade withdrew their respective spells.

Just then, Mad Blade's phone suddenly rang.

Mad Blade answered, and his expression changed drastically.

The person on the other end spoke a few rapid sentences and then quickly hung up.

However, Yang Fei had already heard the contents of their call and slightly furrowed his brow.

Mad Blade hung up and looked at Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, Su Xian'er was taken last night. What do we do?"

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