Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

"This..."

In just a second of hesitation, a flying sword attacked from the side rear, making her instinctively raise her magic treasure in defense!

Swish—

Several strands of hair stained black by ink fell to the ground.

The man who was rolling on the ground just now suddenly appeared in front of her, his legs kicked off the ground, and his terrifying muscles tensed, nearly bursting his pants. The Thunder Sword sped forward, leaping seven or eight meters up, almost knocking Yun Xiyin down with a move.

Even Yun Yue on the platform was dumbfounded. What kind of physical prowess is this?

Everyone present was shocked. If such a body appeared in a Body Cultivator, they wouldn't be surprised, but the problem was Jiang Feng was not a Body Cultivator. Even the Sect Master's expression showed a hint of involuntary surprise.

"A good seedling, a good seedling. It seems your little disciple has learned quite a lot of true skills from her senior brother. At a young age, she can wield Thunder Techniques with such skill. It appears this battle is one between equally matched opponents."

It was then that they noticed that just before Yun Xiyin's palm made contact with Jiang Feng's body, lightning spread all over, just like Liang Yu yesterday. Only one had a weaker physique and intense reaction, while the other had thick skin without much change in expression.

The woman quickly ducked her head to avoid a sword strike coming from below. With a wave of her small hand, the sound of the Willow Wood Zither next to her ear suddenly changed, and an invisible Wind Blade directly bound the youth charging at her!

Yet inertia still propelled Jiang Feng's body forward. In such a face-to-face situation, even Jiang Feng, let alone Liang Yu standing there, was a formidable opponent. With a twist of the wrist, even with a half-meter distance, the Sword Intent still pricked her cheek painfully.

Her body rapidly retreated in the air.

Not daring to underestimate him, although she had the advantage in terms of realm, she still chose not to engage Jiang Feng in close combat. Even though she hadn't seen other Swordmaster Peak disciples, judging by those who had received some guidance from the sect, engaging them in close combat was definitely courting death.

Under the same Great Realm, differences in physique between two cultivators shouldn't be exaggerated. Moreover, she practiced more esoteric paths like the divine soul of music, surely lacking in physical prowess compared to some brutes.

Holding the Brocade Brush, she soared upward. When she regained her balance in mid-air, she only saw that heart-pounding cold gleam and the youth's eyes filled with a fighting spirit.

The boiling desire to survive in his eyes almost felt blinding, especially with the low tone in his voice.

"Sword Edge Arise."

Her heart couldn't help but contract.

The young man was still bound by the Wind Blade in mid-air, but at this moment, his left hand pinched a sword seal, the right hand held the Green Blade, and he turned a deaf ear even to the flying crane drawn by ink rushing at him. He actually resisted it with his body!

Even when pulling back at the fastest speed, the distance between them remained under three zhang, and for a Sword Cultivator...

That is the death line.

"Essence Turns into Rainbow!"

The familiar sensation almost made Yun Yue leap from her seat!

Liu Tangxi merely crossed her hands behind her back, watching the scene from above with a slight smile. It wasn't Jiang Feng's displayed prowess that pleased her, but her junior brother's personality.

This was someone she had meticulously chosen to fit her preferences. She enjoyed this boy's duplicity.

Do you still remember what she said to Jiang Feng not long after these two met years ago?

"Pathetic and boring pride."

Though a bit harsh, it perfectly encapsulated Jiang Feng's character. He was someone with a strong sense of self-esteem, not the type who outwardly appeared arrogant, walking with his head held high and looking down on everyone with contempt.

Neither was he the kind who appeared gentle, polite, and humble outside but had a resolute and unyielding personality — more like... Schrodinger's Pride.

He would concede, surrender; knowing when things couldn't be done, he would choose to retreat voluntarily. When encountering someone he couldn't beat or a rival with uncertain prospects, he'd simply turn and flee.

But that was just for himself. He could explain himself with the phrase "doesn't matter." It's not an act; he genuinely viewed these matters with indifference, including this Nine Peaks Tournament, which was merely going through the motions.

If it weren't for being asked to find a way to get the mental method in this tournament for his junior brother, he wouldn't even bother joining the excitement. However!

Once he truly agreed, he would undoubtedly accomplish it, without exception until now.

Whoosh—

A figure flew out from the ink-stained air.

Landed rapidly, feet unsteady and almost falling, but her small feet managed to trace a curve on the water surface, barely stabilizing her form.

The delicate long dress had several tear marks, her originally jet-black and beautiful long hair was a bit disheveled, and even the Brocade Brush she tightly held was trembling slightly.

Her body felt slightly numb, the neck burning, her face showing a flush of red, appearing both alluring and pitiable.

Of course, this wasn't Mr. Jiang drugging or doing anything strange, but the Sword Intent entering her body. If it were just Sword Intent, that would be one thing, but that sword carried a subtle, almost unnoticeable Thunder Power, which only exploded once inside.

For a moment, she felt her insides churn, her charming face involuntarily turning pale, teeth clenched. Before she could catch her breath, a clear sky thunderclap sounded from above.

BOOM!

Eight flying swords covered with Thunder Light had somehow scattered into all the corners, the electric net built by lightning intertwining. This scene was the same as when Jiang Feng last defeated Wang Quan, even including the very person involved sitting in the audience shrinking his neck.