301: The competition among the younger generation!

He suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the fearful exertion.

Half Moon had cooperated with him for many years, and he knew his strength all too well. The Golden Buddha Indestructible Body - Ultimate Defense Skill was a unique skill in the Western Regions, yet someone had single-handedly invaded their headquarters and beheaded him!

The King of Kyushu's strength had already exceeded his expectations.

What shocked him even more was that that bitch Ding Xuelian had actually been rescued!

This meant that his scandal of colluding with Half Moon and imprisoning the loyal official's widow might be exposed... Ouyang Feiying was a man who valued his reputation, how could he allow himself to be ruined by this!

"City Lord," a strategist in a scholar's robe stepped forward, cautiously saying, "According to reports from our scouts, the King of Kyushu's martial arts are unfathomable, and he commands a multitude of talented individuals.

Now that he has acquired the Divine Moon Cult's foundation and Ding Xuelian, his forces are directly aimed at Four Directions City. We must be on guard!"

"Guard? How do we guard?" a burly, bearded general grumbled, "Even Half Moon couldn't stop him, and we..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood his meaning, and their faces showed concern.

"What are you panicking about!" Ouyang Feiying slammed his hand on the armrest, stood up, and an Aura of one who had long held a high position emanated from him: "The King of Kyushu may be a powerful Dragon, but my Four Directions City is not a soft persimmon to be easily manipulated!

I have managed Four Directions City for many years; its walls are high, its moats deep, and its soldiers are elite and well-supplied. How can it be compared to a loose organization like the Divine Moon Cult?"

He scanned the crowd, and said coldly, "Issue the order!"

"First, Four Directions City is to immediately enter a state of first-level combat readiness! All four gates are to be sealed, patrol forces are to be tripled, all defensive siege equipment must be thoroughly inspected, and all rolling logs, boulders, fire oil, and molten gold must be piled onto the city walls!

Within thirty li outside the city, set up three layers of alert outposts. Any disturbance, report it immediately!"

"Second, activate all hidden agents within the city to closely monitor the movements of the Supreme Alliance branch and any suspicious individuals."

"Third, immediately dispatch people with heavy gifts to the 'Iron Hoof Tribe,' 'Whirlwind Tribe,' and the 'Wolf King Tribe' in the northern desert, promising them generous benefits, and ensuring they send troops to assist.

I want to gather one hundred thousand cavalry to completely annihilate the Divine Moon Cult."

"Fourth," Ouyang Feiying took a deep breath, "Activate the 'Cunning Rabbit's Three Burrows' plan to prevent being beheaded and having our flag captured, leading to a complete failure!"

"Yes, City Lord!"

"Oh, and where is Bai Tong? Where has Bai Tong run off to?" Ouyang Feiying suddenly asked.

"City Lord, Bai Tong has probably gone off to challenge someone again!"

"That scoundrel!" Ouyang Feiying frowned, slapping the table.

"Report—!"

A Disciple rushed in, kneeling on one knee: "Reporting to the Alliance Leader, outside the mountain gate is a man calling himself Young Master Sima Lingfeng of Moon Shadow, who claims he wants to avenge Half Moon and specifically challenges the Alliance Leader!"

Upon his throne, Lu Jiuyuan did not even lift an eyelid, merely saying to Ren Qianxing beside him, "Did you hear that? Go, use the dragon soul blade in your hand to tell that Young Master of Moon Shadow that revenge requires strength."

Ren Qianxing's Battle Intent instantly ignited, and he clasped his fists, stating sharply, "This subordinate accepts the order! I will ensure that ignorant brat comes and never returns!"

He held the dragon soul blade, his figure like lightning, and in a few leaps, he had already reached outside the mountain gate.

Before the mountain gate, a Young Master in white stood against the wind, his face handsome, holding a folding fan. It was indeed Young Master Sima Lingfeng of Moon Shadow.

He was also the younger brother of Sima Changfeng, the Ghost's Bane, but he had been sent by Half Moon to the Carefree Valley from a young age to be trained, learning a host of impressive skills.

Now, hearing that Half Moon had been killed, although he knew coming here was courting death and he was destined to come and never return, he still came.

Upon seeing Ren Qianxing, he frowned slightly: "I want to challenge the King of Kyushu. Who are you?"

Ren Qianxing's dragon soul blade struck the ground with a clang, and the crimson-gold Saber Qi carved a gully in the ground. He smiled wickedly and said,

"Want to challenge the Alliance Leader? First, you'll have to get past me, Ren Qianxing! State your name; the dragon soul blade does not cut down nameless ghosts!"

"Carefree Valley, Sima Lingfeng." Young Master Sima Lingfeng said no more.

"Never heard of it. So you're just a small-time nobody!" Ren Qianxing snorted coldly, the dragon soul blade pointed diagonally at the ground, a fierce Saber Qi naturally permeated the air, and his Aura was sharp and oppressive.

"Whether I'm a nobody or not, we'll see with our hands!" Sima Lingfeng's eyes narrowed, feeling the domineering Aura on Ren Qianxing that subtly resonated with the dragon soul blade. The jade fan in his hand snapped shut with a "swish."

Sima Lingfeng's figure flickered, swiftly closing in. His jade fan pointed at Ren Qianxing's vital points, his Moves were exquisite and angles tricky, carrying a soft yet deadly force.

"Good Move!"

Ren Qianxing did not dodge or evade, his Battle Intent burning in his eyes. The dragon soul blade let out a low Dragon roar, the crimson-gold Saber Qi surged, and he directly unleashed the simplest and most direct Move, "Breaking the Army," in a cleaving strike!

No frills, only a tragic and domineering forward charge!

The Saber Qi and the jade fan collided instantly!

"Boom!"

The clash of energies produced a muffled thud.

Sima Lingfeng felt an indescribable immense force transmit through his Yin and Yang fan. It also contained a scorching, fierce Saber Intent that penetrated his Meridians, causing his blood and Qi to churn. He couldn't help but retreat half a step, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

Although Ren Qianxing's arm was also slightly numb from the soft force, he did not retreat a single step. Instead, he swung his long blade, his Aura growing even stronger!

The dragon soul blade vibrated in his hand, as if excited by this exhilarating strike.

"Dominating the World – Slaying Generals!"

Ren Qianxing, having gained the upper hand, did not relent. His Saber Move changed, and a crescent-shaped Saber Qi swept horizontally, aiming to cut Sima Lingfeng in half at the waist!

Sima Lingfeng dared not meet it directly. His figure retreated like willow catkins in the wind, and as he wielded his jade fan, the non-toxic 'Heart-Intoxicating Mist' was unleashed, propelled by his Internal Energy.

"Using poison, you truly are a nobody!" Ren Qianxing, having fought alongside Guan Yutian for a long time and often engaging in combat, had extensive experience.

As soon as Sima Lingfeng made his Move, Ren Qianxing was already prepared and cursed, "I hate you trash who use poison!"

The two fought in a fierce melee.

Ren Qianxing's Saber Dao was domineering, wide and expansive, each Saber Move containing an Aura of destroying everything;

Sima Lingfeng's movement technique was agile, his Moves bizarre, and his hidden weapons, the Shadow Needles, constantly launched sneak attacks, along with various poisons, making Ren Qianxing wary.

They fought to a standstill.

Just as the two were locked in intense combat, a slightly lazy yet arrogant voice suddenly rang out:

"Tsk tsk, quite lively! How can such an exciting fight be without me, Vagrant Divine Sword Bai Tong?"

A young man, dressed in white clothes and trousers, with meticulously groomed hair, temples as white as snow, white eyebrows, and a long sword hanging at his waist, had appeared on a nearby treetop at some unknown point, observing the battle with his arms crossed.