When masters clashed, victory or defeat could hinge on a single thought.
Long Hui's death had clearly shaken Wen Feichen's composure. In his haste, his moves were riddled with openings.
How could Xia Ningshang let such a rare opportunity slip by? Her beautiful eyes frosted with killing intent, she crossed her palms and unleashed a devastating strike.
Sensing the danger, Wen Feichen struggled to defend himself, but he couldn't block it completely. The burst of energy slammed into his chest, leaving him wounded immediately.
Before he could find any time to rally against Xia Ningshang, Yang Kai had already hoisted Long Hui's corpse in front of himself and charged into the fray between them. Flames licked across his fist, and from a sly angle beneath Long Hui's armpit, he drove a punch through.
Xia Ningshang pressed her advantage at just the right moment, intensifying the pressure on Wen Feichen.
Caught between attacks from both sides, Wen Feichen was thrown into a fluster, his appearance growing wretched.
With his current strength, there was nothing he could do to Xia Ningshang. But if he poured everything into an all-out offensive, he could severely wound Yang Kai. The problem was that the shameless brat was using Long Hui's corpse as a human shield. No matter how many techniques Wen Feichen had at his disposal, none of them could be brought to bear.
If he wanted to hurt Yang Kai, he would first have to destroy Long Hui's body—and he was reluctant to do so!
"Despicable wretch!" Wen Feichen seethed with fury, fighting desperately to fend off both attackers while pouring out curses: "The dead should be honored! To treat Young Master Long's body like this—are you not afraid of heavenly retribution?"
Yang Kai snorted coldly. "It's you who should fear retribution! If you hadn't hounded us relentlessly, how would things have ended up like this?"
Wen Feichen was struck speechless. When he thought about it, these two had simply come to the valley searching for rare treasures. They hadn't provoked anyone, hadn't offended anyone. Yet his group had chased them from thousands of miles away with the intent to kill—bullies picking on the weak with their superior numbers. What right did he have to condemn anyone now?
In the midst of the exchange, Yang Kai seized his opening and finally landed a clean blow. While Wen Feichen was struggling to withstand Xia Ningshang's assault, Yang Kai's fist crashed into his lower torso.
Yang Liquid was unleashed in an instant—ten full droplets, transforming into razor-sharp projectiles that shot outward.
Wen Feichen grunted, his figure stumbling backward in haste. He stared toward Yang Kai with a mixture of terror and disbelief.
He discovered that this young man's attack was several times fiercer than the girl's! Scalding Yang Qi surged into his body. A bloody hole had already appeared in Wen Feichen's abdomen. Though not a crippling wound, the injury was far from light.
Yang Kai's expression grew solemn. He realized he had still underestimated this Zhenyuan Realm expert. The power of ten drops of Yang Liquid had failed to punch clean through his body!
The true Yuan stored within a Zhenyuan Realm expert's body truly possessed defensive capabilities that surpassed ordinary Yuan Qi.
"Junior Brother, watch out!" Xia Ningshang suddenly cried out in alarm.
At the same moment, Yang Kai saw the crazed killing intent flash through Wen Feichen's eyes as the man lunged directly toward him.
So he had finally been driven to the brink—willing to attack regardless of the consequences? A cold, sinister smile slowly crept onto the corner of Yang Kai's lips.
He knew that once he used Yang Liquid, he would inevitably become Wen Feichen's primary target. His cultivation realm was lower than Xia Ningshang's, yet his damage output far exceeded hers.
If he were in Wen Feichen's position, he would have made the same choice.
Everything was going exactly as he had anticipated.
Facing Wen Feichen's charge, Yang Kai did not retreat. Instead, he rushed forward to close the distance.
"No!" Xia Ningshang screamed in desperation, but both men were hurtling toward each other at tremendous speed—how could she possibly stop them?
"You little bastard, you're looking to die!" Wen Feichen's voice dripped with cold menace, making no effort to conceal his killing intent. He raised his palm and hammered it directly toward Yang Kai.