Chapter 135: Fierce Battle

“Five Heroes of Jiannan, Flying Sky Bat, Yan Liren?”

Watching the one-legged old man rushing over, Yanyulou’s heart stirred. She finally remembered the identities of Fourth Lady Mei and the others, her expression turning grave.

Fourth Lady Mei, who still retained her charm, and the short, fat Feng Qianjin did not yield an inch. However, one was only at the early stage of the Elite Realm, while the other was only at the mid stage. Together, they were not fearsome. The one who truly gave her concern was Flying Sky Bat, who arrived last. As the leader ranked first among the Five Heroes of Jiannan, his cultivation was extraordinary. He had also long broken through to the Late Elite Realm, making him someone who had to be guarded against.

“That’s right, I am Flying Sky Bat!”

Glancing at Mu Feng’s shocking wounds, Flying Sky Bat’s face turned gloomy. He looked at Yanyulou and asked, “Friend, what is your name?”

“Yanyulou!”

Yanyulou’s face was icy cold. Even though she was vaguely surrounded by Flying Sky Bat, Fourth Lady Mei, and Feng Qianjin, her expression did not change.

“What? Yanyulou? Yanyulou, the master of Misty Rain Pavilion in Cloud Mist Mountain?” The well-informed Flying Sky Bat was shocked and said in a deep voice, “Rumors in the Great Thousand World say you joined the Immortal Sword Sect years ago. How…”

“Yanyulou is still alive, but the master of Misty Rain Pavilion has long been dead! Now, I am an Honored Guest Elder of the Sword Hall in the Immortal Sword Sect. This time, I came out on a mission under orders.” Yanyulou’s tone was icy. She paused, then looked at Flying Sky Bat and slowly continued, “This scholar is doomed. Are you really sure you want to stand up for him?”

Immortal Sword Sect?

Flying Sky Bat, Fourth Lady Mei, and Feng Qianjin exchanged glances. They all took a sharp breath, their expressions growing even more serious.

Compared to ordinary sects, the Immortal Sword Sect was a behemoth. For millions of years, it had always claimed to represent the Immortal Sects of the Great Thousand World. Talented individuals emerged in great numbers; not just Elite Realm experts, but even those who cultivated to the True Human Realm were common. In the nearly boundless Great Thousand World, it had always been a colossal force that could summon wind and rain.

Initially, Flying Sky Bat thought Yanyulou and Mu Feng had only a personal grudge, perhaps some misunderstanding. Hearing her words, his heart sank, and he immediately realized things had taken a bad turn.

Decades ago, Yanyulou, the master of Misty Rain Pavilion in Cloud Mist Mountain, was already famous throughout the world, far surpassing the fame of the Five Heroes of Jiannan. A few years ago, for some reason, she offended the Immortal Sword Sect. As a result, not only was Misty Rain Pavilion burned down, but she herself was captured alive by experts of the Immortal Sword Sect and taken back to face punishment. Later, somehow, she instead joined the Immortal Sword Sect and became an Honored Guest Elder.

Could it be that these White-robed Swordsmen came for that villainous young master Lin Zhengde?

Hearing the words “Immortal Sword Sect,” Mu Feng’s heart also tightened. He quickly remembered the villainous young master Lin Zhengde, whom he had crippled outside the Shangling Terrace. At the time, he had vaguely heard that Lin Zhengde was some kind of nominal disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect.

What was bound to come, had finally arrived!

Mu Feng took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

The moment he publicly crippled that villainous young master Lin Zhengde, he knew this day would come eventually. The imposing Jianning Commandant was frightened off by his mother at the time and didn’t dare utter a word, but with his only biological son crippled, he definitely wouldn’t let it slide behind the scenes. Sure enough, he had secretly sought out Lin Zhengde’s master’s sect.

“Yanyulou, Young Master Mu is just an ordinary scholar and has no connection to the Immortal Sword Sect. Could there be some misunderstanding here?” Flying Sky Bat spoke while watching Yanyulou, clinging to a last sliver of hope that things weren’t as bad as he imagined.

“Misunderstanding?”

Yanyulou gave a cold laugh and slowly continued, “The only son of the Sword Hall Master died by his hand. More importantly, a precious treasure of our Immortal Sword Sect is on him. If he doesn’t hand over the item, I might let you go, but can the esteemed Immortal Sword Sect let him off?”

What?

The only son of the Sword Hall Master was killed by Mu Feng?

Flying Sky Bat and the other two looked at each other in dismay, realizing there was absolutely no room for compromise. They exchanged a glance and wordlessly surrounded Yanyulou, carefully preventing her from suddenly lunging at the severely injured Mu Feng.

Yanyulou was no ordinary person. With just a subtle movement, she understood their intentions. A cold light flashed in her eyes. “Flying Sky Bat, you Five Heroes of Jiannan may have some reputation in the Southern Borderlands, but to think you can oppose the Immortal Sword Sect is undoubtedly like an egg striking a rock. Have you… really thought this through?”

“Yanyulou, we are no match for the Immortal Sword Sect. But Young Master Mu’s father once did a great kindness to all people of the Southern Borderlands. If not for his firm opposition and risking his life to remonstrate back then, the area south of Jianshui would have been massacred by the Tongtian Emperor’s troops, leaving the land devastated. As a person of the Southern Borderlands, I, Flying Sky Bat, though my cultivation is shallow, you will not kill Young Master Mu today unless you kill me first!”

Flying Sky Bat leaned on his crutch and stepped forward, full of righteous aura. He knew very well the consequences of opposing the Immortal Sword Sect, but he did not hesitate in the slightest.

“Fine, then I’ll kill all three of you first!”

Yanyulou’s gaze was sharp. Before her words faded, she decisively took action. With a hum, her sharp long sword thrust directly at Flying Sky Bat’s only remaining left leg. The attack was fast and vicious.

“Arrogant words!”

Flying Sky Bat shouted angrily and raised the crutch in his hand.

His crutch looked plain and unremarkable, but it was harder than an ordinary treasured sword. It was wholly carved and refined from a piece of thousand-year eaglewood. A forceful strike could even split a large rock in two. Unexpectedly, just as he raised it to block Yanyulou’s sharp sword, she suddenly changed the direction of her blade and lunged towards Fourth Lady Mei, the weakest of the three.

“Fourth Sister, be careful!”

Flying Sky Bat exclaimed in alarm. His right hand reached to his body and quickly pulled out a Bat Spike. With a ‘whoosh,’ it left his hand and in an instant reached the back of Yanyulou’s head.

The small Bat Spike was flat and sharp. At the front, there was a protruding sharp Bone Spike. It looked somewhat like a strange bayonet, and also a bit like a flat blade. Its speed was extreme, accompanied by a piercing sound through the air and a fleeting afterimage. In that moment, even Yanyulou didn’t dare be careless. She had no choice but to bring her sword back and flick it, deflecting the whistling Bone Spike.

The next moment, the long sword in her hand hummed, stirring up a bone-chilling cold wind as she turned and lunged towards the injured Feng Qianjin. In the blink of an eye—attacking, withdrawing the sword to block, and launching a surprise attack—her movements were seamless, without a single pause. By the time the short, fat Feng Qianjin reacted, the sharp long sword was already dangerously close to his chest.

Whoosh…

A sharp tearing sound through the air rang out just in time.

At the critical moment, Flying Sky Bat made his move again. Another sharp Bat Spike left his hand, forcing Yanyulou to change her move. With the help of Fourth Lady Mei and Feng Qianjin, he fiercely fought Yanyulou, this powerful enemy, to a standstill. For a time, only blurred figures could be seen on the field, with sword energy crisscrossing everywhere. Ordinary people couldn’t even see their movements clearly, let alone step forward to assist.

“Brother Mu Feng, are you alright?”

While Yanyulou was occupied, Jing Wushuang dragged her not-yet-healed, injured body over. Flustered, she helped Mu Feng bandage his wounds. Seeing the numerous crisscrossing, shocking gashes on his body, she couldn’t help but feel deeply worried.

“I’m fine, just some superficial wounds!”

Mu Feng stood tall and straight, forcing himself to stand motionless, concentrating on observing the changes on the field. He held a menacing blood-red Blood Spear, ready to throw it at any moment. Seeing his formidable presence, some of the White-robed Swordsmen who had been itching to charge over and take advantage of the situation became frightened. They looked at each other, none daring to make a reckless move!

Although they had long resolved themselves to die, recalling the scene of Mu Feng standing atop the carriage, fighting covered in blood, turning one dead warrior after another into desiccated corpses, and remaining unshakable—who wouldn’t be afraid?