The courtyard of the Cyan Simurgh Palace was shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere so heavy it was suffocating.

A fierce wind howled through, shaking the surrounding trees violently, with the branches and leaves rubbing against each other, making a "swooshing" noise.

The fallen leaves on the ground were mercilessly swept into the air by the wind, cut and scattered by a barrage of knife winds and sword shadows, turning into drifting debris.

Gong Simeng was anxious and restless. She was kind-hearted and tender, finding it unbearable to witness bloodshed and slaughter. Her voice trembled as she urgently called out, "Stop! Please stop!" She looked at the maids and samurai swarming toward Shi Feiyang like a tide, her heart full of reluctance.

Her hands unconsciously clenched tightly, fingernails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

Her heart was soft and compassionate, unable to bear witnessing these vibrant lives vanish under Shi Feiyang's blade. Faces of pain and despair flashed through her mind, causing her heart to ache.

However, the maids and samurai, having seen the Palace Master injured under Shi Feiyang's assault, had already lost their reason. Their anger burned fiercely, unwilling to let Shi Feiyang go easily. They shouted loudly, their cries causing the air around to buzz, waving their swords and blades, the cold light flickering, charging at Shi Feiyang with all their might. Their footsteps made a dull "thump thump" sound on the ground.

Shi Feiyang's expression was cold and stern, a contemptuous sneer crossed his face.

That laughter carried endless disdain and arrogance.

Shi Feiyang, carrying Gong Simeng, stood firmly on the ground, his aura majestic, seemingly merging with the earth, emanating a chilling oppressive feeling. He continued to wield his undefeated blade techniques bravely and skillfully.

The Myanmar Saber in Shi Feiyang's hands seemed alive, moving with ease. At times, the blade's momentum was like a dragon, accompanied by the howling wind, akin to a golden giant dragon charging towards the sky with a world-destroying force, producing a sharp "whoosh" as the blade moved, sweeping up sand and stones from the ground, intertwining with the fallen leaves in the air, intensifying the murderous atmosphere; at times, the blade's momentum was like a tiger, its arc strong and powerful, resembling a mountain tiger descending, claws and fangs bared, pouncing on its prey with tremendous force, leaving a visible wave of air with each slash that pressed the courtyard flowers and grass flat. Each move contained astonishing power, the knife wind slicing through the air, making a "zizz" sound.

Gong Simeng watched as Shi Feiyang maneuvered within the crowd as though entering an uninhabited land, feeling both proud of his strength and anxious for those charging at him. Her thoughts were meticulous, fully aware of Shi Feiyang's exceptional martial arts skills, but fearing what might happen if any mishap befell him... Her heart squeezed at the thought, afraid to think any further.

At the same time, she silently prayed in her heart, hoping Shi Feiyang would quickly end the battle, preventing more casualties.

In an instant, sword light and knife shadows interweaved and flashed, colliding with a burst of sparks, creating a breathtaking battle scene. The surrounding air seemed to vibrate from their inner strength, producing continuous whistling sounds, like horns on a battlefield.

"Crunch! Ouch!" Before long, the maids and samurai let out miserable cries and fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Shi Feiyang harbored a sliver of mercy in his heart. He could have taken their lives but chose to show lenience. A hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and at the moment of striking, he skillfully adjusted his angle, using the Myanmar Saber to hit precisely on their joints. His blade techniques were like a delicate art, each strike just right, causing them to lose their martial prowess, rolling on the ground in pain, wailing.

Shi Feiyang's figure became all the more striking amidst the flashing blades and swords.

His knife techniques were ever-changing, sometimes wide and encompassing, suppressing the opponents with tremendous power. Each swing of his saber made the enemies feel overwhelming pressure, the ground tiles cracking under the shock of the knife wind; at other times, nimble like a snake, moving freely through the enemy's sword net, seeking their vulnerabilities. His steps were light, raising dust from the ground as if soaring on clouds. His breathing was steady and powerful, seemingly drawing strength from the heavens and earth with each inhale and exhale, emanating an invincible aura.

Finally, under Shi Feiyang's aggressive assault, those charging at him retreated one after another. Some were swept away by the knife wind, their bodies involuntarily flying backward and landing heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust; others tried to block his attacks but had their weapons easily knocked aside by his Myanmar Saber, their arms in intense pain, going numb and senseless. Shi Feiyang's face showed no signs of panic, his gaze steady and calm, constantly observing the battlefield, missing no detail.

Gong Simeng quickly jumped down from Shi Feiyang's back, landing with a soft "thud," and then urgently shouted, "Stop! Everyone stop! Listen to my command!" With that, she bent down and swiftly took the token from Qiu Yanhong's slender waist, holding it high in the air. The token gleamed coldly under the overcast sky.

She was courageous and wise, quickly making a judgment amid the chaos, seizing the key to subduing the crowd. Some maids and samurai who hadn't joined the fight saw this and clasped their fists, kneeling uniformly on the ground, their knees hitting the ground with a dull "thump thump," and said in unison, "Your subordinates greet the new Palace Master!"

Shi Feiyang raised his thumb towards Gong Simeng with a smile, his eyes full of admiration, praising her ability to quickly subdue some of the Cyan Simurgh Palace's maids and samurai, preserving the palace. Moreover, she could also use the Cyan Simurgh Palace as an affiliate institution of the Heroic Sakura Association in Liaodong.

At this moment, Gong Simeng slowly turned her head, and in that instant, it seemed as if time stood still.

Her eyes were like a clear spring in the springtime, pure and bright, flickering with shimmering ripples, while her gaze conveyed kindness and wisdom. Under her curved Liu Mei, her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, resembling the gentle flapping wings of a butterfly. Her skin was white as snow, delicate and smooth, faintly glowing with a gentle luster in the dim light, exuding a touch of liveliness and playfulness. The corners of her lips gently lifted, revealing a sweet smile, akin to the blooming peach blossoms on the branches in spring, dazzling and captivating. Gong Simeng, gentle yet resilient, maintained her inner purity and kindness amid the complex Jianghu struggles, while possessing the courage and wisdom to face adversity.

Subsequently, Gong Simeng announced her orders to the kneeling maids and samurai, accepting her reorganization, her voice clear and resounding, echoing in the air. Shi Feiyang turned to look in another direction, watching as Xiang Kun's confrontation with Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming continued fiercely.

The surrounding fierce wind howled, sand and stones flew, seemingly stirred by the intense battle. Beside the Cyan Simurgh Palace, by the cold pond, trees were wildly shaken by the strong wind, branches and leaves striking each other, making crisp "crackling" sounds, as if cheering for this fierce fight. Fallen leaves on the ground were swept into the air, swirling around the three, sometimes being shredded into pieces by the force of fists or flute, rustling down.

At this critical moment, Xiang Kun reacted swiftly, his foot fiercely stomping the ground, with a "whoosh," retreating quickly like an arrow leaving the string. Simultaneously, he positioned the iron flute horizontally in front of his chest, his movements seamless and fluid.

Immediately following, deafening booms sounded, "bang bang bang!" as if the air had been instantly vacuumed, producing a "hissing" sound, accompanied by a fierce punch wind rushing forward with gusting wind sounds.

It turned out that Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming exerted their power simultaneously, roaring in unison, their fists like cannonballs, wrapped in immense force, launched a fierce attack toward Xiang Kun. Wherever the punch wind passed, dust on the ground was stirred up several meters high, forming a vague dust mist.

Xiang Kun moved nimbly, deftly sidestepping at the moment the punch wind was about to touch his body, leveraging the powerful force of the punch wind like a light leaf, "whoosh," floating several meters away.

Upon landing, the tip of his toe lightly tapped the ground, making two soft "tap tap" sounds, standing firmly in place. Once steadied, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, he fixed his eyes on the two young masters in front of him, silently admiring them. At this moment, the fierce wind made his clothes flap loudly.

"'Spirit Dog Fist' and 'Illusion Sea Fist' truly live up to their names!" Xiang Kun praised aloud, though it was actually a sarcasm, his voice loud, still clearly audible amid the whistling wind, as the iron flute in his hand spun lightly, making "whoosh whoosh" sounds, seemingly ready to meet the next challenge at any moment.

Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming, furious, exchanged a glance, a hint of determination flashing in their eyes. They took a deep breath, "huff—", once again suddenly leaping up, "whoosh!" like fierce tigers descending the mountain, with rushing wind sounds, directly attacking Xiang Kun. Their figures flickered in the swirling sand, every punch raising a strong airflow, blowing the surrounding fallen leaves in all directions.

Xiang Kun moved like the wind, the iron flute dancing, silver light flickered, with continuous "whoosh whoosh" sounds. He deftly neutralized their attacks, dodging left and right, forward and back, his rapid footwork dazzling the eyes.

His movements were so agile, like a ghost, intertwined with their fist shadows, seemingly engaging in a cat and mouse game. The fierce wind blew his hair wildly, yet he ignored it, focused on dealing with his opponents' attacks.

"Hmph, is this all your strength?" Xiang Kun sneered, with a hint of mockery in his voice, the iron flute suddenly accelerated, "whoosh," like a silver dragon diving into the sea, aiming straight at Li Xiaolin's chest.

Li Xiaolin was shocked and frightened, his eyes widened, face full of terror, hurriedly sidestepping to dodge, but still a step too slow, the iron flute brushed past the corner of his clothes, with a "tear" sound, leaving a deep mark. Meanwhile, a leaf carried by the punch wind was cut in half by the iron flute, with a soft "puff" sound, falling to the ground.

Seeing this, Li Jinming let out an angry roar, "roar!" his figure appeared behind Xiang Kun like a ghost, delivering a heavy punch to his back, punch wind whistling, with a howling sound. Xiang Kun, as if having eyes on his back, at the moment Li Jinming punched, shifted his body, reverse-swinging the iron flute, with a "ding" sound, deflecting Li Jinming's fist.

The force of this strike startled the surrounding air, causing the dust on the ground to rise once again.

The three plunged back into intense battle, punch winds howling, continuous "whoosh whoosh" sounds, flickering shadows of the flute, making it hard to keep up.

Every collision of fist and iron flute produced crisp "ding ding clang clang" sounds, sparks flying, intertwining with the howling wind, the rustling leaves, composing a thrilling battle symphony. Just then, Xiang Kun's figure paused suddenly, the iron flute drawing a perfect arc in the air, with a "whoosh," landing steadily in his palm.

He took a deep breath, "huff—," his gaze became extremely solemn. At this moment, the fierce wind gradually ceased, but the tension of the fight remained undiminished, the surrounding trees seemed to hold their breath, quietly awaiting the battle's final outcome.

"The two of you joining forces, indeed not to be underestimated. However, if that's all, I'm afraid it's still not enough to defeat me." Xiang Kun's words carried a subtle authority, as if everything was under his control, his voice deep and powerful, resonating in the air.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaolin and Li Jinming's expressions slightly changed. They knew Xiang Kun had not yet exerted his full strength, while they had indeed given their all. The two exchanged glances, a hint of resolve flashing in their eyes, deciding to give it their all.

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