Tang Fei instantly understood Shen Xinglan's intention.

This sword was a farewell gift for him.

He was bidding him goodbye.

It's laughable, really.

They are fellow disciples, rivals, and lifelong enemies...

In the end, it has come to this.

"He is seeking death."

In that case, let's grant him his wish.

Tang Fei's body soared into the air, his eyes turning a ghostly green, his whole form transforming into a flowing shadow that penetrated the blade of light.

He willingly moved towards that sword.

The Sword Qi passed through the middle of his body, as if piercing through a phantom.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Shen Xinglan.

The Yin Erosion Sword pierced his opponent's chest, a myriad of Fierce Ghosts shrieking and pouring from the wound.

The strike corroded the victim's three souls, the seven spirits sinking into oblivion.

Shen Xinglan lowered his head to look at the sword in his chest, a smile of relief appearing on his face.

"This is good too."

"Dead... "

"In death, there is no enmity, no pressure."

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At that moment, a figure descended from the sky.

"Tang Fei..."

A voice like thunder, echoing across the three armies.

It was as if the entire battlefield was enveloped by this dominating, unrivaled sound.

Everyone looked up, the figure drew closer, its features more and more distinct.

"Shen Wuxiang."

"It's actually Shen Wuxiang..."

"Shen Wuxiang has actually come in person... worthy of being a true grandfather."

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Tang Fei reached out and captured Shen Delan.

He knew of Shen Wuxiang's capabilities and had witnessed the Great Grandmaster battle between Master Xuanyuan Mingjing and Shen Boyu Zhong Daoling...

They wield great powers, almost like immortals.

He dared not overestimate himself lest Shen Wuxiang seize the victory from him.

Seeing Shen Wuxiang's arrival, Phoenix and Shen Qingping and others drew closer to Tang Fei, guarding him securely in the middle.

By no means could they let their commander be taken down by the enemy's commander.

Yes, Shen Wuxiang had the audacity to come alone; if they could find a way to keep him there...

The battle would be much easier to fight.

However, Shen Wuxiang did not immediately make a move against Tang Fei; instead, he cast a deep glance at Shen Xinglan cradled in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Tang Fei, how about making a deal?"

"You want Shen Xinglan?" Tang Fei knew his intentions well. Shen Xinglan was Shen Wuxiang's own grandson, groomed all along as the Crown Prince.

Now seeing Shen Xinglan in danger, his life hanging by a thread, he did not hesitate to come to his rescue in person as the Hidden Emperor.

What profound grandfather-grandson affection!

Unfortunately, Tang Fei could not agree.

Not to mention how noble Shen Xinglan's status was.

Shen Xinglan had killed Shen Qingping's parents in front of everyone; if he let him go just like that...

How could he answer to Shen Qingping? How could he answer to those soldiers who witnessed that tragic scene?

"Yes." Shen Wuxiang responded.

"No way." Tang Fei shook his head, refusing, "That's not possible."

Tang Fei didn't even listen to his terms of exchange.

Because he had already decided in his heart, no matter what conditions were offered, he couldn't agree.

The great military strategist and tactician Uncle Li once said: if the heart of one's men is scattered, the team becomes hard to lead.

Shen Xinglan used the lives of Shen Anyuan and Ji Yunfeng to set an example and assert dominance, while Tang Fei intended to use Shen Xinglan's head to unite his team.

It has great use.

"Lu Yu." Shen Wuxiang's expression was stern, yet his voice carried a certain assured and calm aura: "I will trade Lu Yu for him."

"..."

Tang Fei's expression showed shock, his face flushed.

He knew, Shen Wuxiang had offered him an exchange he couldn't refuse.

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