Chapter 443: Sword Kill!

The spear moved like a silver dragon raging in the sea, its waves crashing against the shore; near the silver dragon, the mandarin duck dual knives fluttered in a butterfly pattern, sometimes close, sometimes far, emitting sharp cries that tore through the air. Their tricolored blades constantly shattered the silver dragon. Whenever Zhou Yu tried to regroup, he was immediately intercepted by the two deadly “butterflies,” creating a sense of threat that anyone approaching too closely would be torn apart.
Boom! Boom!!
Butterflies fluttered everywhere; the fierce dragon-shaped energy waves collided head-on from time to time, sending powerful gusts of wind in all directions!
The violent winds covered almost an entire side of the tall tower. Although the disciples of the First-Class Hall wanted to come to help, they couldn’t get close amid the fierce battle between the two master-level experts.
“What a great leader of the Heroic Gate! Take this move from me!”
After exchanging blows for over a dozen rounds, the two had a rough idea of each other’s strength. Suddenly, Zhou Yu retracted his spear, seized the moment when the butterflies separated, stepped forward, and rushed at Mo Feng like lightning. His silver spear spun rapidly, forming coiled silver dragons that forcefully pushed aside the flying mandarin duck knives and sent them flying at Mo Feng—his spear technique, superior to many martial arts, was fully displayed.
Zhou Yu acted decisively!
By the time Mo Feng realized what was happening, it was already too late. The distance closed rapidly, and he had no time to dodge the silver dragon erupting from the dragon formation. At the last moment, he pulled back the thread and grasped his dual knives.
Boom!
Although the dual knives blocked the silver spear, their fierce attacks struck Mo Feng head-on. He crashed into the crowd of First-Class Hall disciples like a shell fired from an anti-aircraft gun.
“Great chance! Kill her!”
The disciples of the First-Class Hall rejoiced.
Yet…
Mo Feng was still the leader of the Heroic Gate. His equipment might not be as good as Happy’s, but he still had plenty of top-tier items. Although Zhou Yu’s spear strike seemed terrifying, the disciples of the First-Class Hall underestimated Mo Feng’s deliberate defensive moves, thinking they could take advantage. But Mo Feng had already regained his balance by leaping off one of the disciples, twisting and flipping through the air. His two butterflies fluttered among the crowd, leaving behind brilliant bursts of blood.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
By the time Zhou Yu caught up, Mo Feng had already used the dual knives’ rapid attacks to knock down over a dozen people—seven dead, six injured. In his own allies’ midst, the power of his spear technique couldn’t be fully utilized.
“Everyone, get out of the way!”
As he shouted angrily, Mo Feng realized the futility of using the dual knives against a spear. He skillfully darted into the crowd, striking repeatedly as he fought his way forward!

“Is the head of the heroic sect really good at hiding only?”
Zhou Yu’s mobility was clearly inferior to Mo Feng’s, and with disciples of the First-Class Hall everywhere, any attack he made would harm his own people, leaving him furious with a face as dark as iron.
Mo Feng turned around and said just a few words that made Zhou Yu so angry he almost spat blood: “A group of strong men from the First-Class Hall chasing after a weak woman—how dare you say such things?”
“Fine, go ahead. I’ll kill Lin Xiao first, then deal with you.”
Zhou Yu’s words hit Mo Feng’s weak point.
Mo Feng froze, indeed stopping in his tracks, then slowly turned around: “What a second-place finisher on the Dragon List!”
His heroic eyes carried a hint of disdain and mockery that displeased Zhou Yu.
“Zhou Yu!”
A frantic roar from Blood-Clothed came from afar: “What are you waiting for? Finish Mo Feng quickly and come help me! I can’t hold off this kid!”
Zhou Yu glanced quickly in Blood-Clothed’s direction and saw several bloodstains on him. Under Happy’s relentless attacks, Blood-Clothed was staggering and forced to retreat under the cover of the First-Class Hall’s experts.
How quickly…
The successor to the Invincible Star-Draining Art, known for his unbeatable single combat skills, had been reduced to this state so quickly by Happy.
Zhou Yu clenched his silver spear tighter, focused his mind, and swiftly launched a spear through the air toward Mo Feng…
…
Blood-Clothed was in a desperate situation.
Although he possessed the Star-Draining Art, it had a fatal flaw: when facing an opponent of the same level, if attacked, the art would automatically stop. Before he could draw energy from Happy, he was countered by a Dragon-Seizing Hand, breaking through his protective barrier with a sword strike.
If not for the art’s ability to mitigate damage, a few more sword strikes would likely have taken his life.
The situation was completely different from what he had expected!
Blood-Clothed panicked…
He took pills while retreating into the crowd, leaving the First-Class Hall disciples to block Happy’s advance.
Unfortunately, how could the First-Class Hall disciples stop Happy?
Happy was determined to keep Blood-Clothed there, and he knew better than Zhou Yu that a quick victory was necessary. With a sweeping sword strike, his sword energy crashed into the crowd, destroying everything in its path!
Although the Flying Dragon Sword Art had not yet reached the master level and could not cause widespread damage through wind energy, once its life-or-death sword energy was unleashed, it could inflict linear damage based on the moves used…

The pure destructive power of the Flying Dragon Sword Technique is nearly 4,000, plus 2,000 damage from the 4-stage Guardian Sword. After a 40% increase, the total damage reaches over 8,000. Even someone like Blood Cloak, equipped with top-tier gear, would have to rely on the evasion abilities of the Star-Sucking Art to survive—let alone these ordinary First-Class Hall disciples? Such fierce destructive power is beyond their ability to withstand at this stage. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, everything was destroyed. Dozens of First-Class Hall disciples were killed instantly, and the residual force also swept up Blood Cloak… Thud! Hidden among the crowd, Blood Cloak suddenly felt an overwhelming force hitting him from behind! A warning flashed in his mind, but it was already too late to act—like being hit by a train from behind. With a muffled groan, he spat out a stream of blood. Bang! Instead of drawing in internal energy, he was severely injured by Happy’s attack. Remembering his arrogant claims earlier that he could single-handedly defeat anyone, he grew panicked and angry. His energy became chaotic, and he lost his balance and was flung away. When he raised his head, a pair of feet appeared before him, freezing his gaze! Looking up slightly, he saw simple robes and the Guardian Sword with its three-colored, demonic markings… “Blood Cloak, when you destroyed the Colorful Robes Sect, did you ever think you’d end up like this?” Happy stood proudly in front of Blood Cloak, the tip of the Guardian Sword pointing at his chest. The nearby First-Class Hall disciples were both shocked and angry. They wanted to rush in to help but feared provoking Happy and hesitated. A fierce glint appeared in Blood Cloak’s eyes: Who would win was still uncertain. Whoosh! Under the astonished gazes of many, Blood Cloak’s body suddenly slid forward smoothly, pushing Happy’s Guardian Sword aside. Immediately afterward, an astonishing sucking force rose from him. Happy, who was standing firmly in front of Blood Cloak, was uncontrollably drawn closer by this force! “Stubborn!” At the moment of contact, a powerful golden light sent Blood Cloak flying, coughing up blood. Happy murmured, “The Flying Dragon has emerged!”