Gong Simeng knew well that Shi Feiyang was not a shallow person and would not forgive someone who had once tried to harm him just because of their appearance.

So, what made Shi Feiyang so forgiving, even willing to give Liu Tingting chances again and again? Gong Simeng pondered silently, feeling a pang of heartache, as if an invisible hand was tearing at her heart.

She worried that repeatedly showing such compassion towards Liu Tingting might eventually harm Shi Feiyang himself. She decided to find a suitable time to have a proper talk with Shi Feiyang, hoping he would understand that true kindness is not unconditional forgiveness, but giving others a chance to redeem themselves while ensuring one's own protection.

Liu Yanran was also deeply astonished, her eyes wide with shock and concern. She hadn't expected Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills to improve so markedly in just a few months, leaving her feeling unprecedented pressure from his powerful strength.

Out of worry that her daughter might be taken hostage again, Liu Yanran sternly questioned, "Shi Feiyang, as a dignified man, is it heroic to bully women? Hmph!" Her voice was sharp and angry, like a sharp dagger cutting through the hubbub of Changsheng Castle.

Suddenly, the sound of continuous shrieks came from behind, the desperate cries sounded as if they originated from hell.

Liu Yanran instinctively turned her head back, only to see the disciples of Divine Water Palace falling like harvested gourds under the attack of numerous strong men in green clothes. The male and female leading the slaughter were none other than the familiar "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and "Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling to Liu Yanran. Each time Wu Zhong hit, it was accompanied by a gust of wind, with his palm like sharp iron shovels, knocking down all the Divine Water Palace disciples. Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Saber was swung so densely that it blocked out all light, the blade flashes like nimble butterflies flickering through the crowd, causing Divine Water Palace disciples to scream continuously wherever it passed.

Shi Feiyang turned to Liu Tingting and said, "Miss Liu, return to your mother. In the future, be sure to be a kind person and avoid bloodshed." His voice was gentle yet firm, like a senior earnestly advising a junior.

After hearing that, Liu Tingting felt relieved, a flash of gratitude in her eyes as she hurried back to Liu Yanran's side, quickly hopping onto the horse to ride with her mother.

Liu Yanran was equally surprised, her brows furrowing, feeling both shocked and angry.

She hadn't expected that amidst the fierce battle between Gong Ci'en and Liao Pei, the three thousand disciples he led had already been completely annihilated by the disciples of Heroic Sakura Association. After being injured by Xiang Kun, Gong Yao'en was quietly tied up by the people led by Gong Simeng.

At this moment, Gong Yao'en looked pale, despair and unwillingness in his eyes. His body was tightly bound by ropes, unable to move.

Lin Wanqing and Xiang Kun seized the opportunity, leading the remaining Martial Arts people with weapons such as knives, swords, spears, hammers, and axes, surrounding Liu Yanran and her daughter Liu Tingting. Their figures resembled a sturdy wall, trapping the mother and daughter in the center, with weapons gleaming in the sunlight. Shi Feiyang then loudly announced: "Elder Liu, if tonight you promise not to invade my Changsheng Castle again, I will allow you and your daughter to leave safely. If you break your promise, my Heroic Sakura Association's over ten thousand disciples are formidable and will vow to completely eradicate Divine Water Palace and level it to the ground." His voice was like a great bell, echoing throughout Changsheng Castle with an undeniable majesty.

Liu Yanran knew she was no match for Shi Feiyang at this time. A glint of helplessness and reluctance flashed in her eyes, but she finally nodded in agreement.

She slowly drew her sword from its sheath, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, seemingly reflecting her inner reluctance and anger.

Then she flicked the sword body with the forefinger of her left hand. "Zheng!" With a crisp sound, the sword broke into two pieces. This act of Divine Skill forced Xiang Kun and more than a hundred martial artists to retreat repeatedly, filled with shock and fear.

Liu Yanran then solemnly declared: "I, Liu Mou, swear here never to step foot within a hundred miles of Changsheng Castle from now on."

Shi Feiyang immediately ordered, "Let them pass!" Wu Zhong raised the token high, and the disciples of Heroic Sakura Association immediately made way for a passage.

That passage seemed to be the boundary between life and death; as long as Liu Yanran and her daughter passed, they could temporarily escape danger.

However, Lin Wanqing did not give up. Her eyes were blazing with the flames of revenge, and despite her gentle voice, it carried immense determination and decisiveness. She quickly drew a long sword from a Martial Arts practitioner's waist, her motion like lightning, too fast for a reaction. She leaped into the air, her body drawing a graceful arc, thrusting a sword at Liu Yanran in midair, her sword momentum like lightning, filled with killing intent.

The crowd exclaimed, "Miss Lin, be careful!" But everything happened too fast to be undone.

Liu Yanran sneered coldly, her smile like a cold star in the night sky, carrying a trace of icy killing intent.

She waved her sleeves, and the pouch containing the poisonous Kunqian Holy Water burst open, countless droplets like dense iron pellets, hurtling towards Lin Wanqing with a howling wind.

Liu Yanran's power far surpassed Liu Tingting's, exceeding by dozens of times.

This strike contained all her anger and strength.

Lin Wanqing swung her sword to block, the sword in her hand rapidly weaving into an impenetrable web.

However, Liu Yanran's attack was too powerful. Although Lin Wanqing fought with all her strength, she was still hit by many droplets.

Bang! Crash! Her body fell like a kite with a broken string, her bones fractured in multiple places, and her clothes stained with bright red blood that was particularly striking in the firelight. When Lin Wanqing fell to the ground, she lost consciousness, her life and death uncertain.

Shi Feiyang angrily rebuked, "Liu Yanran, how dare you break your promise!"

His voice was filled with anger and shock, like an enraged lion.

Liu Yanran, however, laughed wildly, her laughter mad and unrestrained, as if mocking the world: "Shi Feiyang, is it I who didn't keep my promise? All the heroes present can testify that it was Lin Wanqing, that damned wench, who secretly ambushed this Palace Master. Hmph! Tonight, even if I die here, I will drag you with me, and I swear to leave Changsheng Castle barren. If you don't believe, feel free to try!"

Shi Feiyang moved like the wind, his figure swiftly weaving through the crowd like a streak of black lightning, instantly reaching out to capture Liao Pei, his motion like a precision clamp tightly holding Liao Pei, and sternly commanded, "Let them leave!"

Gong Simeng took the initiative, angrily kicking Gong Yao'en to Liu Yanran's mount, the kick carried all her anger and strength. However, it was actually to protect her father Gong Ci'en, to have him quickly scram before further falling into Shi Feiyang's hands.

Gong Ci'en, panting heavily, looked exhausted and helpless. He grabbed Gong Yao'en, jumped onto the horse, turned the horse's head, and raced through the passage given by Wu Zhong and the Heroic Sakura Association disciples.

Gong Simeng quickly retrieved the Qiankun Holy Water, tending to Lin Wanqing's bleeding wounds, her eyes filled with urgency and worry.

Liao Pei, suddenly captured by Shi Feiyang, was like a chick being lifted, completely powerless to struggle. Even though he wanted to oppose Shi Feiyang's decision, he couldn't speak due to the severe pain, only able to emit agonizing cries.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Changsheng Castle was at its heaviest, the air seemed frozen by this tense atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang looked at the unconscious Lin Wanqing, his heart full of guilt and regret, tightly clenching his fists, knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to crush all the injustices of the world. Meanwhile, although Liu Yanran and her daughter temporarily escaped the encirclement, Liu Yanran's maniacal laughter still echoed over Changsheng Castle, like a bomb that could explode at any time, making everyone realize that this enmity was far from over.

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