Seeing an opportunity, Xue Huacheng grinned sinisterly and walked towards Ming Zhitian. "Kid, your old ancestor is in trouble himself. Don't bother looking, just pray for good luck."
Just as he was about to make his move, Yuan Qilong attacked with his three-sword style. "Bi Long! Quickly take Young Master Ming and go! Head towards the Yuan family. I'll join you as soon as I can."
"Alright, Old Ancestor, take care!" Yuan Bi Long pulled Ming Zhitian along. "Benefactor, follow me."
Ming Zhitian knew they would only be a burden to Yuan Qilong, so he didn't hesitate and fled immediately!
Xue Huacheng deliberately dodged Yuan Qilong's sweep, intending to pursue them. Yuan Qilong's three-sword style struck again. "Your opponent is me!"
Xue Huacheng was forced to be drawn into the battle between Xue Jian and Yuan Qilong. He could only cooperate with his senior to deal with the old man Yuan Qilong first.
After Ming Zhitian and Yuan Bi Long left, Yuan Qilong, free from his worries, no longer held back and fought with all his might.
Although Xue Jian possessed the Blue Flame Body and was nearly invincible, Yuan Qilong grew stronger with each passing moment. His secret art, Ten Thousand Levels, was skyrocketing with every battle.
Xue Huacheng and Xue Jian initially didn't think much of it, but as the fight continued, they realized that Yuan Qilong's sword seemed to be getting heavier with each strike. Each swing weighed ten thousand jin, then twenty thousand jin... thirty thousand jin... forty thousand jin...
It became increasingly heavy, and beads of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, soon turning into hot sweat. This pressure not only caused them damage but also overwhelmed them with a sense of helplessness.
Xue Jian gritted his teeth. "Is this the power of Ten Thousand... Levels?"
Yuan Bi Long and Ming Zhitian rode their mounts northward at full speed. Yuan Bi Long said, "Benefactor, don't be afraid. Once we reach the Yuan family, they won't be able to find us because the Yuan family has a secret art that reinforces it, making it undetectable by outsiders."
Ming Zhitian nodded. "You should still call me Zhitian. 'Benefactor' feels awkward."
Yuan Bi Long smiled slightly. "Alright, Zhitian."
Ming Zhitian said, "Thank you for bringing the Old Ancestor to save us this time, otherwise I would have been finished."
Yuan Bi Long replied, "It's nothing. Your matters are our Yuan family's matters."
Ming Zhitian asked, "Wasn't your Old Ancestor in seclusion?"
Yuan Bi Long explained, "He only came out of seclusion yesterday. My father immediately learned of your predicament and quickly ordered me to bring the Old Ancestor. And the Old Ancestor was eager to meet you after hearing that you broke the Yin-Yang family's curse, but he didn't have a chance to greet you."
Ming Zhitian nodded, deeply grateful for Yuan Qilong's rescue. "There will be an opportunity."
As they were chatting, suddenly! A dark energy surged towards them! Yuan Bi Long couldn't dodge in time, and his mount was struck!
The next second, it collapsed on the ground, unable to move. The two of them watched closely as black veins began to appear on the mount's surface, followed by the rupture of its meridians. It died instantly!
This mount had been with him for many years, and Yuan Bi Long was furious. "Who is it?! Cowardly scum, hiding your head and tail, what kind of immortal are you? Show yourself!"
A sinister laugh echoed from a distance. "Hehehehehehahahaha..."
In the blink of an eye, three figures appeared. Two of them were familiar – one in blue and one in orange – the Yin-Yang Twins.
"Yin-Yang Bingzi, Yin-Yang Yanzi?" Yuan Bi Long's expression turned to shock. "What?! Yin-Yang Old Ancestor?!"
A strange old man with a half-distorted face appeared, his expression dazed but carrying an unfathomable, sinister smile. "Young man, since you recognize me, I'll torment you for half an hour."
Yuan Bi Long felt a chill run down his spine. He had long heard of the Yin-Yang Old Ancestor's brutality and cruelty, never imagining he would be so inhuman.