206: Holy Spirit

"Let's go, there's no need to stay here. Don't provoke this person," the Sword Saint said with a grim expression, his Face turning serious.

Hearing this, the Third Young Master was naturally very unwilling to comply.

The Third Young Master turned his head and shot a glance at the Sword Saint.

"Sword Saint, what are you afraid of? Could it be that the two of us working together are still no match for this guy? Even if his Spirit Master is strong, he can't possibly defeat both of us combined, right?" The Third Young Master refused to give up.

In truth, the Third Young Master had long wanted to test his own power, but during the trials at Mulan Manor...

The Mulan Manor disciples had always held back their strength, not daring to harm the Third Young Master.

This had prevented the Third Young Master from ever exerting his true strength. Today was a good opportunity, and he didn't want to let it go just like that.

"I am merely advising you. Fighting him will bring you no benefit whatsoever," the Sword Saint tried to persuade him, wanting to take the Third Young Master away.

"Sword Saint, if you're afraid, you can leave first. I am definitely going to deal with this kid." A cold glint burst from the Third Young Master's eyes as he stared fixedly at Li Changfeng.

At this moment...

The Third Young Master's Battle Intent had been stirred; he was very indignant.

Why was it that, as fellow Spirit Masters, this kid was stronger?

The Third Young Master didn't like others being strong; he liked having power that reigned supreme over everyone else.

"Third Young Master, I have warned you. If you persist in your folly, do not blame me," the Sword Saint said with a grim, serious expression.

After hearing those words...

The Third Young Master was clearly getting impatient, his fists clenching tightly. "Sword Saint, why are you so certain that I am no match for this kid?"

"Could it be that the Sword Spirit formed by our Mulan Manor ancestors is so vulnerable?" The Third Young Master was unconvinced.

Currently, Mulan Manor was the best in the world, and the Sword Spirit in the Third Young Master's hand was an ancestor of Mulan Manor.

The Third Young Master believed that the Sword Spirit in his hand was number one in the world and that no one could match it.

However, Li Changfeng had appeared today, and it seemed his Spirit Master was even stronger, which made the Third Young Master even more indignant.

"I'm not saying the Mulan Manor ancestor is weak, but rather that the power you wield is too weak." The Sword Saint shook his head helplessly.

Powerful experts of the seventh-rank realm were not few in this world.

Furthermore, experts of the Eighth Grade Realm were also countless.

And when facing such experts...

Even the Sword Saint didn't have absolute certainty that he could defeat them, yet the Third Young Master was full of confidence.

If the Third Young Master really fought, then only a path to death awaited him.

Of course, that was in a one-on-one situation. With the Sword Saint there, he naturally wouldn't let anything happen to the Third Young Master.

And just at that moment...

Li Changfeng had already finished off all the Mulan Manor disciples and stepped forward.

"So, can I leave now?" Li Changfeng's lips curled into a smirk, his expression calm.

These words instantly stoked the fire of anger in the Third Young Master's heart. He looked up, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he stared dead at Li Changfeng.

"Kid, if you have the guts, then state your name!" The Third Young Master shouted indignantly.

"If I just say it because you told me to, wouldn't I lose a lot of Face?" Li Changfeng sneered. These words were a direct provocation to the Third Young Master.

In fact, Li Changfeng could already guess that this kid and the person beside him were likely from Mulan Manor.

Currently, only Mulan Manor was attacking the Gao Family; it couldn't possibly be Disciples from another house.

Li Changfeng naturally had an idea, knowing these people had to be Mulan Manor disciples.

"You're forcing my hand. You brat, you really know how to make someone's blood boil." The Third Young Master's Face was grim, the fury in his heart already ignited.

And it was at this time...

Li Changfeng remained perfectly calm, not taking the matter to heart at all.

"What? Can I anger you to death? If you're not dead from anger yet, should I try a little harder?" Li Changfeng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Li Changfeng was intentionally using this method to stir up the anger in the Third Young Master and the Sword Saint.

However, the Sword Saint maintained a calm expression, not caring about this at all.

"Brat! Senior Sword Saint, help me take care of this kid!" The Third Young Master's Face darkened, a cold glint bursting from his eyes.

"I won't," the Sword Saint said coldly. After saying this, he turned directly around. "We should leave too. There's no need to stay here any longer."

The Sword Saint had no intention of fighting this kid. After all, fighting someone who possessed a Spirit Master was truly too disadvantageous.

A person with a Spirit Master could mobilize the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

But a cultivator used their own Spiritual Qi. When fighting a Spirit Master, even if one didn't die, they would be defeated after exhausting their Spiritual Qi.

Thinking of this, the Sword Saint's brow furrowed. Holding his Sword, he turned around.

"Third Young Master, let's go. It's time we returned." The Sword Saint was acting out of kindness.

If the Third Young Master fought this kid, setting aside who would win for a moment...

A battle between two Spirit Masters would definitely cause a massive commotion, which would surely attract many people.

This was Yizhou City, not Mulan Manor's territory.

If the commotion was too large, it would certainly attract nearby experts.

If it really came to that, the situation would turn dire.

"No, I'm not leaving! If I just let it go like this, wouldn't I lose all my Face!" The Third Young Master clenched his fists tightly. "I must kill this guy."

"He killed Mulan Manor disciples, he killed so many people."

"This kid must die!"

A cold glint burst from the Third Young Master's eyes, and at that moment...

Li Changfeng wore a serious expression, his Face grim.

"Enough nonsense. You're called the Third Young Master, right?" Li Changfeng snorted, his Face full of disdain. "If you want to fight, then come!"

A cold glint burst from Li Changfeng's eyes. Then, he reached out and drew the Sword from his back.

And just then...

Li Changfeng brandished it casually, a cold glint exploding in the air.

Like a flash of light and shadow, the Sword swung out, producing a whistling sound like a fierce Phoenix.

"What I'm called is none of your business!" The Third Young Master stood with his hands behind his back, his head held high.

The Third Young Master waved his wide sleeve, his body radiating Evil Qi.

Then...

With a grim Face, the Third Young Master stepped forward, gripping his Sword tightly as he charged straight ahead.

"Damn you! Brat, I will definitely take your life!" The Third Young Master's eyes were bloodshot, the fury in his heart instantly reaching a boiling point.

"Third Young Master!" The Sword Saint felt that something was wrong. He turned back, looking at the Third Young Master not far away. "Come back quickly, let's go!"

"No! Senior Sword Saint, you don't need to involve yourself in this matter." The Third Young Master's Face was grim as he took a sharp breath.