The two elders of the Red Lion Sect, still stunned by the fight between Han Rong and the young man, were shocked by the sudden roar of their leader. They nodded, then lunged forward to attack Zhao Wen.Zhao Wen didn’t remain idle. He dashed forward to meet the simultaneous attacks of the two elders. Since training on Mount Tai, his abilities had improved significantly. He was able to match the elders' attacks, despite their superior experience.The one-against-two battle moved at blinding speed. Although not as fast as the duel between Fang Yun and Han Rong, the movement of all three was too swift to be clearly followed by several spies who remained at their post.Zhao Wen kept moving, relying on his speed to attack. Using techniques he had learned from the Golden Palm Sect, Zhao Wen was even able to pressure the two elders."You're not bad, young man. You can keep up with the two of us," said one of the elders after all three of them were thrown back by the clash of internal energy.

Zhao Wen stood stunned by the distant strike of the Dew‑Cleaving Blade. Nothing was visible in the air—but suddenly, it split his opponent clean in half. Incredible—that was all he managed to whisper.Until now focused on his own battle, Zhao Wen now realized a massive firestorm was raging around him. He thought of Fang Yun, who was locked in combat with Han Rong, the Red Lion Sect’s Patriarch. He dashed through unburned paths toward the battle site.He shook his head slowly in disbelief at the destruction wrought by the clash of two martial artists whose power far exceeded the norm. Thick smoke billowed, and blazing flames surrounded him—yet Fang Yun remained nowhere in sight.Meanwhile, Hansi had reached the foot of Mount Huangshan. He dismounted his horse and left it behind, determined to find the cause of the forest inferno. He observed dozens of fallen trees and shattered boulders strewn across the ground.---Fang Yun’s vo

Upon reaching the lake, Fang Yun stood calmly. Meanwhile, Hansi and Zhao Wen chose to stand some distance away from the battlefield. Earlier, Fang Yun had entrusted his sword to Zhao Wen and borrowed the one carried by Hansi.Moments later, the three elders were already standing in front of Fang Yun, while the thousand disciples of the Red Lion Sect watched from afar. They didn’t want to be caught in the effects of the battle that was about to unfold."I won’t show mercy, Uncles. I assure you, this battle ends in death. Anyone who wants to back down, step away now.""You damn mountain lizard...! I’ll kill you!" one elder cursed.Zhao Wen, hearing one of the elders call Fang Yun a “mountain lizard,” burst out laughing. Beside him, Hansi, unsure what was so funny, remained silent but glanced at Zhao Wen, who was holding his stomach in amusement."Go, mountain lizard! You can do it!" Zhao Wen shouted, laughing again.Fang Yun glanced briefly at Zhao Wen, then turned his gaze back to the

Fang Yun and Zhao Wen continued along the foot of Mount Huangshan, traversing the dense forest that was split by a narrow path leading toward the Province of Guangzhou. Along the way, they occasionally stopped to help merchants who were ambushed by bandits on the road. Two days passed swiftly. Without realizing it, Fang Yun and Zhao Wen had entered a bustling and economically thriving region. Leading their horses, they were both impressed by the never-ending stream of people passing by. Merchants calling out to sell their wares added to the lively atmosphere of the morning. They halted their horses in front of a large and very crowded food stall. Judging by the number of visitors—many seemingly from out of town—this was clearly a favorite eatery in the area. Their arrival was greeted by a young, fairly attractive woman who welcomed them with a gentle smile. Zhao Wen, whose brain always seemed to short-circuit upon seeing a