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If such signs appear, fleeing immediately is the best course of action.
"I hope everything goes well, after all, Yueyao's condition has not yet fully recovered."
He sighed helplessly.
Han Feng suppressed his aura, slowed his breathing and pulse, held the Netherworld Sword upside down in his right hand, and silently made his way into the depths of the Medicine Valley.
Before them lay a primeval forest deep within the Valley of Healing, and the clamor was emanating from within it.
283. Bloodthirsty Evil Sword?
Look around at the surroundings.
Having chosen a suitable hiding place, he approached silently and concealed himself in a thicket of bushes.
Watching the fire from across the river, observing from afar.
At this moment, Nian Duan stood facing a masked man in black robes. The two argued incessantly, and Nian Duan burst into tears, appearing extremely grief-stricken and lost.
Suddenly, Han Feng noticed the long sword that the black-robed, masked man was gripping tightly in his left hand.
"If I remember correctly and I am certain that the black sword is the Shadow Sword."
"A unique symbol of the Mohist sect leader's identity."
Upon noticing the presence of the Ink Shadow Sword, Han Feng had already formed some guesses when he looked at the black-robed, masked man again.
"Based on the timeline, Young Master Yan has not yet had time to act."
"Judging from this, this person must be the Six-Fingered Demon Lord without a doubt."
At this time.
Han Feng noticed that Nian Duan suddenly opened her arms and hugged the black-robed, masked man tightly, tears streaming down her face.
The faintly discernible words of sobbing drifted to my ears on the wind.
"I only wish you were safe and sound, and that you would live."
"I don't want Rong'er to lose her father's love too early."
Hearing those fragmented and indistinct words, Han Feng was filled with confusion.
"All right? Alive? Rong'er? Fatherly love?"
"Could it be?!"
A startling conjecture suddenly surfaced in his mind.
His eyes were filled with astonishment as he pondered to himself, "Could it be that Rong'er's biological parents are actually...?"
Who dares to spy on us?
A sharp shout came from afar.
Han Feng immediately became alert, and saw a streak of ink-wash sword light shooting towards his location.
"Oops!"
The Netherworld Sword in his hand instantly erupted with blazing blood flames, its evil aura soaring to the sky.
The ink-wash sword light struck swiftly. When Han Feng sensed that there was no way to avoid it, he immediately stood up, gripped the hilt of the Netherworld Sword tightly with both hands, and exerted all his strength to activate it.
He then bravely met the ink-wash sword light head-on.
"bass!"
Crimson sword energy surged forth from the Netherworld Sword Blade, its dense, malevolent aura dancing wildly and burning fiercely on the blade like crimson flames.
However, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing.
Countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, and layers of frost spread rapidly across the ground, seemingly trying to freeze the world and freeze everything.
"boom!"
The crimson sword energy and the ink-wash sword energy collided violently.
Before long, the crimson sword energy was shattered, and the weakened ink-wash sword energy remained unstoppable, thrusting straight towards Han Feng's leg.
Han Feng reacted extremely quickly, hurriedly raising the blade of the Netherworld Sword horizontally in his hand, and then placing it downwards in front of him.
The sword has a thick and sturdy blade, crafted from top-quality materials.
This allowed the Netherworld Sword to display a unique power comparable to a top-tier shield, forcefully intercepting the rapidly thrusting ink-wash sword energy.
Nevertheless, Han Feng himself was still knocked back and fell to the ground by the aftershocks.
"Who are you? How dare you eavesdrop on our conversation?" The Six-Fingered Demon Lord turned to face him, his right hand waving a dark shadow, his eyes, hidden beneath his black robe, fixed on the crimson greatsword in the boy's hand.
"This sword is of extreme quality and is exceptionally malevolent."
"However, the wielder is too weak to unleash the sword's true power. When will such a bloodthirsty evil sword reappear in the martial world?"
3.5 “He is my patient, you are not allowed to lay a hand on him.” Nian Duan quickly wiped away her tears before turning to Han Feng, who had stood up again.
"He is the one who told me that Young Master Yan was plotting to assassinate you."
Upon hearing this, the Six-Fingered Demon Lord stepped forward and walked towards the young man.
Using their height advantage, they looked down at their opponents with arrogance.
"You say Young Master Yan wants to assassinate me? Where did you get such a baseless rumor?"
284. Han Feng: Your life is your own; believe it or not.
"Replying to Senior, this humble one truly did not know. I had previously lost my memory, but fortunately Senior Nangong provided assistance, which enabled me to recall some of my past events."
"Among them was Young Master Yan's attempt to assassinate the Six-Fingered Demon Lord, the leader of the Mo Clan."
"It's just that I couldn't recall some key memories. So I don't know how I learned about this, and I beg your forgiveness, senior."
He answered the Six-Fingered Demon Lord's questioning with a mix of truth and falsehood.
Han Feng stood quietly in place, saying nothing more.
He knew in his heart that the Six-Fingered Demon Lord had no intention of killing him with that attack; he had merely forced him out of his hiding place.
If they really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be unharmed by now.
13 “His amnesia was cured by me.” Nian Duan approached, his expression returning to its usual coldness, and said indifferently, “But recently, members of the Yin-Yang School were seen wandering around the edge of Mirror Lake.”
"I suspect his amnesia is related to the Yin-Yang School."
"Moreover, it is said that Young Master Yan has a very close relationship with Donghuang of the Yin-Yang School. If you continue to be stubborn and ignorant, it will not only endanger your own safety in the end."
"And even more so, the life and death of all the disciples of the Mohist school."
When it came to his own life or death, the Six-Fingered Demon Lord showed no particular concern. However, now that the lives of all the disciples of the Mo family were at stake, the Six-Fingered Demon Lord's expression finally turned solemn.
However, because of his black robe, no one could see his expression or the changes in his gaze.
"I will have the Mohist disciples investigate this secretly."
Slightly turning to the side, the Six-Fingered Demon Lord gazed at the indifferent Nian Duan, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "You should take good care of yourself and rest well."
After saying this, the Six-Fingered Demon Lord turned and left, striding away without ever looking back.
In the jungle.
Han Feng watched as the Six-Fingered Demon Lord hurriedly left again, then looked at Nian Duan, who was trying to appear calm and collected, and shook his head inwardly.
I won't say another word.
If even Nian Duan cannot persuade the Six-Fingered Demon Lord, then probably no one in this world can shake him in the slightest.
What exactly did you hear just now?
Suddenly, a question rang in my ears.
Han Feng turned his head and saw that Nian Duan was expressionless, staring at him quietly.
"Could this be a life-or-death question?"
Thoughts raced through his mind, but Han Feng firmly shook his head and said loudly, "I was noticed by that senior as soon as I arrived here, and I did not hear a word from him."
"Didn't hear it? I hope so." Nian Duan turned gracefully and stepped into the depths of the Medicine Valley: "In this world, knowing too much often brings disaster; life and death are but a fleeting moment."
Although the sound has faded, it still echoes in the forest, serving as both a warning and a self-talk, carrying profound meaning.
In a short while, Han Feng was left all alone in the grove.
A gentle breeze caresses the face, leaves dance and shadows sway, birds sing and insects leap, and the once tranquil forest suddenly bursts into vibrant life, displaying a myriad of sights.
"bass!"
With a flick of his wrist, Han Feng sent the Devouring Prison Sword plunging into the ground, standing upright. He then sat cross-legged, activated the Furnace of Life and Death, took out the Divine Power Secret Scroll Illustration, and focused intently on studying the profound mysteries of the divine power Dao patterns contained within.
……
In the depths of the dense forest surrounding Huoyu Manor in the Baiyue region, three men faced each other, each occupying a side. One of them, with a burly appearance like a bandit leader, a full beard, two swords crossed on his back, stood proudly with his arms crossed in front of his chest, exuding a fierce aura.
Another man was as muscular as a mountain, clad in Baiyue military uniform, his left eye blindfolded, his right hand gripping a spear tightly, exuding extraordinary ferocity. The last man wore the armor of a Korean lieutenant general, a fine iron sword hanging at his waist, its tassel swaying slightly in the wind. His face was equally rugged, his beard bristling like steel needles, his gaze fierce, radiating an imposing aura without anger.