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  A loud "Boom!" shook the entire venue, and everyone on the scene changed color, staring at this shocking scene with their eyes wide open.

  The sky suddenly changed, from a clear blue to thick dark clouds. The cloud layer grew thicker and hung low, gloomy and dismal, as if it was about to fall, pressing down on him heavily.

  The people around him were densely packed, swords and knives crisscrossing, piercing his eyes.

  The raised hand remained suspended in mid-air, the Golden Dragon Blade gleaming with a dazzling light that refracted into an overwhelming aura.

  Seven people quickly flew out and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

  Should they be killed after all?

  The sound of slaughter was getting closer and closer to him, but he seemed to be gradually losing consciousness.

  What is right and what is wrong?

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Again, several swords swept across with the momentum of a stormy wave, tracing a perfect attacking trajectory that came crashing down on him. The force grew stronger and stronger, forcing him to retreat constantly, raising his knife in a desperate attempt to block it.

  Louder than thunder, the earth cracked and mountains crumbled, a deafening roar shook the air, countless flames and shattered rocks burst forth, whirlwinds swept in waves, stirring up a bloody rain that filled the sky.

  Ling Feng closed his eyes, and he had already sensed the worry of the person in a distant place. She was watching his decisive battle with tears streaming down her face. And her husband stood beside her, smiling ambiguously at this duel.

  In the end, the knife slowly fell down. The tip of the knife touched the ground, he bowed his head on the knife, and the sweat on his face and the blood at the corner of his mouth dripped down drop by drop.

  This is another move he thought of after the three moves of Golden Dragon Knife Technique, this knife is extremely fierce, pouring all his energy into a single strike, stronger than the previous one, and with the domineering aura of the Golden Dragon Knife, even a master like his teacher may not be able to withstand it.

  One flew down to the ground, Ling Feng used his knife to prop against the ground, left hand covering his chest, loudly gasping for air. Just now that one strike, he although used all his strength, but still couldn't withstand those five people's united sword strikes.

  He let out a cold laugh, raised his knife and charged forward, slashing through the battle robes.

  But why must it be killed?

  Is there anything else that can't be let go? Only that stunning face and deep, passionate eyes lingered in his heart for a long time, constantly haunting him.

  These people are despicable and should be killed, shouldn't they?

  A flash of golden light!

  In this battle, the sword energy, palm wind, knife edge and internal strength are mixed and intertwined, not limited to the general armed combat form, but also with gas breaking, with force entering the marrow, strong gas isolates the enemy in the air, infiltrating the meridians to shock open the opponent.

  Actually, the others were not optimistic either. Several people were lightly or severely injured in the intense fight. Only Master Fa Zhi had a deep foundation and was not injured, but he was already old and had exhausted his energy after launching a powerful counterattack.

  Master Fa Zhi quickly retreated, fell to the ground, and spat out a big mouthful of blood. The withered yellow hand full of wrinkles like chicken claws oozed out threads of blood.

  The eight major factions that were at war have all changed their sects. The person facing him has also changed from the Devil of the Knife to the Devil of the Knife's disciple. However, this battle is even more astonishing and stirring than the one thirty years ago.

  With a few loud "clangs", the weapons in the hands of the seven other sect leaders all broke and fell to the ground, emitting a dull thud.

  "Take him down and kill him!" A loud command from Zhang Dingzhong rang in his ears, he suddenly sprang up, stood up, and saw the cavalry squad in front of him charging towards himself.

  The eight major sect leaders were all in agony and unable to bear it, all seriously injured from the previous blow, also looking at him with terror.

  No escape was possible, he used up the last bit of strength in his body, raised the Golden Dragon Blade and fiercely slashed around.

  Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, the energy inside his body flowing rapidly and smoothly. A violent flood of qi burst forth from the only weak point in his right fist's meridian, shooting towards the sky. His body also leapt up, the Golden Dragon Blade radiating a fierce aura as it chopped out wildly.

  The Eight Great Masters of the Martial Arts and the Golden Dragon Sword's Universe Strike!

  He only felt that wherever the Golden Dragon Sword touched, flesh and blood flew everywhere. But before his eyes turned black, his head sank, and his body was about to fall down.

  A golden blade flashed before his eyes, a mountain-opening and earth-splitting sharp blade edge cut through the air with a swift and fierce whistling sound, tearing open the sky!

  The corners of his mouth had already overflowed with blood, and he almost fainted, all the true energy in his body bursting out with this one knife!

  He seemed to feel the oppressive force of heaven and earth concentrated on him alone, the true energy expanding in his body as if it was about to burst out, the unbearable feeling of his meridians being torn apart making him wish he were dead.

  Among the five, Shang Zhan and Ou Yangchen were quickly knocked to the ground and retreated continuously, spitting out a mouthful of blood. They glared at Ling Feng with anger, raised their swords for another attack, but found themselves being struck by his knife aura, unable to advance for the time being.

  The true energy quickly spreads from the right wrist, flows into the knife, and inputs a gentle and soft energy and a strong and fierce yang energy. After rapidly circulating around the body, it is suddenly sprayed out.

  Ling Feng in the arena coldly gazed at everyone, slowly raised his knife.

  "Bang!" A loud noise, Ling Feng retreated three steps again, the clothes in front of his chest were cut open by the sharp sword energy, and a thread of blood seeped out.

  Everyone in the field was terrified and pale, wondering if he was about to start a massacre at any moment.

  "When the time comes, I'll have all eight sect leaders killed!" The master's words echoed in his ears.

  The eight people in front of them all looked pleased, glanced at each other, and then rose into the air, flying swiftly towards him! The weapons in their hands whistled with fragments of wind sound, opening up a long cloud, piercing straight through!

  "I'm giving you the Golden Dragon Sword, not to go slaughter innocent lives, but because I don't want to see a good sword and a talented swordsman be buried." Lu Zhong's words echoed in his ears again.

  Smoke and dust rolled, dark winds swept, as the scene cleared up, a long-haired man floated down to the ground, his gray hair fluttering, looking elegant and free. The golden dragon knife in his hand still shone brightly. He covered his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, almost fell forward, but immediately stood up again.

  Song Chu stretched out his hand over the brazier to warm it up, and seemed oblivious to Zi Chao's apology.

  Zi Ya looked at Zi Chao crawling on the ground, and her tears gushed out even more. After a stalemate for a moment, she still put down the pride that no longer belonged to her and knelt beside Zi Ya "I know I was wrong, please punish me, Master!" If what Zi Ya had just said was heard by real nobles, they would have been dragged out and beaten to death with sticks.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, she didn't put herself in that position, but she couldn't bear to be casually criticized by others. She leaned on the armrest, lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, saying slowly "You were also a noble lady before, you should know what kind of crime those words just now are..."

  Zi Ya's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. Zi Chao was anxious in his heart.

  But Song didn't say how she would be punished yet, and she didn't want to ask again immediately.

  "Let me tell you a story." Song Chu said with some interest, "There was a farmer who picked up a frozen poisonous snake in the icy snow. He pitied it and put it in his bosom to warm it up. The snake came back to life, felt hungry, and without hesitation bit the farmer's chest."

  Zi Ya's body was covered in cold sweat. What she said may not have caused substantial harm to Song Chuyi, but her actions were indeed venomous.

  Telling this story is not meant to blame Zi Ya, but Song Chu Yi's words were beyond the expectations of both.

  Right after that, she said "You may not know me well yet. I, Song Huaijin, will never pick up a snake and put it in my bosom. I also don't force people to do things. If everyone can part on good terms, I have no complaints at all. But if someone wants to bite back, even if they go to heaven or earth, I won't let them have a good ending!

  Opportunities are only given once, but you must remember that sometimes a casual remark or an arrogant thought can make people regret for life. What I said is not a single word of nonsense, and I hope you will keep it in mind.

  Song Chu's voice was extremely gentle, yet it unexpectedly exuded a stern and murderous aura, causing the two people to involuntarily hold their breath. "I will remember this in my heart." Song Chu also didn't want to just let things pass so simply, but in two days they would be setting out for Qin Country, and bringing her along on the road wouldn't be convenient either.

  After finishing speaking, she got up and returned to her bedroom.

  "Ah, Mr. Ya is a man of integrity, following him may not be as good as being a noble lady, but it's much better than our current situation of wandering outside and struggling to make ends meet."

  Zi Ya pressed her lips tightly together. Born as a noble lady, dignity was etched into her bones and blood. Zi Chao was the same, but unlike him, she couldn't endure or put up with it.

  "Yaa, if you don't want to, I'll accompany you together."

  "Zi Chao grasped her hand, his voice low and gentle."

  "Big sister." Zi Ya looked up at Zi Chao with tearful eyes, her vision blurry. They had just suffered a calamity, their mother had died a terrible death, and now Zi Chao was seriously ill and unconscious. Zi Ya's strong personality kept her from making a sound as she gritted her teeth and persevered, but in the end, she was still an aristocratic woman who had not experienced such hardships before.

  "Ya, so many women without a rightful wife's position can still live, can't they?" Zi Chao understood Zi Ya's thoughts. What she feared was not the hardships of life but being treated like goods, being sent from one noble to another. When young and beautiful, she could use her body to please her master and get rich food and clothing. Once old and faded, it was imaginable how miserable her life would be.

  As for getting long-lasting favor, they didn't even dare to imagine it. How many beauties in this world can make a country fall with just one smile like Bao Si? Even if it's Bao Si, if she were to face a brainless and gluttonous King You of Zhou, her days probably wouldn't be very good either.

  The two sisters thought about it more and more, and suddenly they burst into tears in the house.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one day when she returned to her room, she heard a sobbing sound coming from next door. She thought it was good to vent her emotions. Coincidentally, the young man who came to deliver the message that morning came again, and she didn't have time to bother with those two sisters.

  "I am a servant assigned by General Guan to serve Master Song. My name is Dan." The young man knelt down in front of Song Chuyi.

  Ordinary slaves wouldn't have names with special meanings. "Dan" has the meaning of being sincere and honest, it's clear that this young man holds some weight in Qing Xin's heart. Song Chuoyi looked him up and down a few times before standing up to respond. "Thank you, Master." Dan stood up, still bowing slightly from the waist as he faced Song Chuoyi in a kneeling position.

  At the age of sixteen, her figure was roughly the same as Song Chu's. She wore a half-old cotton-padded jacket, with clear eyebrows and eyes, skin slightly whiter than ordinary slaves, hair neatly combed, hands exposed outside were frozen red and swollen, but very clean, from head to toe not a single speck of dirt, such a slave girl made Song Chu Yi truly sigh in admiration.

  "Where were you originally working?" Song Chu asked.

  "Nú yuán shì jiāng jūn shēn biān de shì shū." Dān gōng jìng de dá dào.

  Translation:

  "He was originally a secretary by the general's side," Dan replied respectfully.

  No wonder, at a young age, he looks different from ordinary slaves. The servant who serves the book must be a clean and clever slave who is good at writing and has a good treatment with the general house slaves. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's an official position in the General's Mansion. Song Chuyi can't accept it casually.

  She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said "I'll go see the general first, you come with me."

  "Yes." Dan stood up and said.

  As soon as Song Chuayi walked out of the door, she realized that the two sisters were still crying and couldn't help but scratch her thigh in annoyance, shouting "Cry! What's the use of crying? It's better to save some energy and think about how to control men!" Dan was startled by Song Chuayi's sudden roar and stared at her with a blank expression, momentarily forgetting her manners. Dan had only seen Song Chuayi two or three times before, and in her impression, she was always smiling and gentle, but unexpectedly had such a big temper!

  Song Chu didn't even glance at him and walked towards the main courtyard with a raised leg.

  She didn't hide her meaning from Dan, and after this trip, she was sure that Zhāo Jié wouldn't take Dan back, so as his slave, he had to adapt to her temperament. After all, she couldn't change herself just to accommodate a slave.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, when he arrived at the gate of Qing's courtyard, before he had spoken, an old man with white hair and beard came forward to greet him: "Mr. Huaijin, the general is in the tea room, please follow me."

  "Please lead the way, sir." Song Chu said with a guest's courtesy.

  "It's serious, sir." The old man smiled slightly and returned the courtesy.

  Tan couldn't help but sneak a glance at Song Chu Er, whose gentle and elegant demeanor now was completely different from her previous fierce and violent self, yet it didn't seem like she was pretending to be gentle.

  Arriving at the teahouse, the old man announced in a loud voice, "General, Mr. Huai Jin has arrived." "Please come closer," said Zao Gu Xing.

  Tan Hou was on the veranda, and as soon as Song Chuanyi entered, he bowed to Tan Qing and said, "General, I'm honored." "Hehe, please sit down," Tan Qing said with a wave of his hand. After Song Chuanyi sat down, he asked, "Do you think Dan is satisfactory?" "Anyone trained by the general will naturally be excellent, but doesn't that mean the general has no attendants by his side?" Song Chuanyi replied.

  Hei Guo let out a sigh "I'm old, for half a year now I can barely see the words, and I don't have the patience to listen to someone read to me. Keeping him here would be of little use, it's better if he follows you and has a future."