Unexpectedly, within just a few breaths, the masked man’s neck wound rapidly closed, and his eyes reopened.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang slapped his forehead with one hand.

Bang.

After a muffled sound, the silver in the man’s eyes dissipated, his body turned black, fell to the ground, and turned into black ash.

Zhang Rongfang looked to the other side again.

Daoist Qingxiao had a faint sweat on his forehead, standing on the other side, ready to strike Zhang Zhenhai from another direction.

He had barely made a move when he noticed the unexpected change not far away.

Suddenly, he dared not make another move.

"Something’s wrong!" After killing one person, Zhang Rongfang felt something wasn’t right instead.

"He’s too weak... he couldn’t even pique my interest..."

He killed the man as if killing an ordinary martial artist, without any challenge, without any emotional fluctuation.

Other than increasing his skill proficiency, it seemed only a slight ripple stirred in his heart.

"Something’s wrong... this can’t be right... too slow..." Zhang Rongfang pondered, his gaze fixed on Daoist Qingxiao.

The latter shuddered, retreating repeatedly, about to speak.

But it was too late.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, disappearing silently.

At his level, ordinary Venerable Grandmasters were no match for him in physical attributes.

"It’s hard to come across people, can’t let this go to waste."

He stepped forward, his body arcing, leaping over the carriage, reaching out for Daoist Qingxiao with one move.

Ah!

Qingxiao, without hesitation, let out a low roar, goosebumps erupting all over his body as he initiated the final move.

His muscles swelled and expanded, countless silver threads emerging on the surface of his skin.

His robes tore as he lifted both arms and grabbed upwards at an angle.

This was the ultimate move of the Extreme Mysterious Yin Finger—Empty Palm, capable of striking with alternating palm forces in an instant.

The power could change as desired, in thousands of forms, with many combinations and proportions, its power quite terrifying.

Whoosh!

The two passed by each other.

Zhang Rongfang rose from a half-kneeling position, turning to look behind him.

Behind him, Daoist Qingxiao’s chest had already caved in, imprinted with a deep palm mark. Fortunately, it was not fatal, just a bit short...

"You...!?" Qingxiao, drenched in sweat, dared not move and did not even understand what had just happened in that instant.

He clearly had the advantage in repelling his opponent, but it was entirely in vain. If not for the last moment using the Zhenyi Sect’s Limit-Breaking Skill to shift slightly, perhaps...

"Still wrong... something’s wrong!" Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang’s voice came from behind.

Immediately after, Qingxiao felt a tightness on his back, and his whole body was whisked away by Zhang Rongfang like riding on clouds, swiftly departing.

Leaving behind only a dazed Zhang Zhenhai and Sun Chaoyue in the carriage.

And the Rebel Sect experts following the Agarwood Mansion around them.

Zhang Yunqi took a deep breath, recalling the words Zhang Ying had spoken before leaving.

He quickly understood this was what he meant about someone providing protection.

In just those brief ten breaths, he hadn’t even had time to assess the situation, nor see the true strength of the two attackers, yet the battle was over.

"Everyone... move forward!!" Zhang Yunqi raised his hand again, shouting.

Everyone woke up as if from a dream, hastily putting away their weapons.

Sun Chaoyue and Zhang Zhenhai took a deep breath to calm their emotions.

"Seems like... we became bait to lure external enemies for the master?" Sun Chaoyue couldn’t help but smile stiffly.

"If you’re afraid, you can leave," Zhang Zhenhai said calmly.

"Who said I’m afraid?" Sun Chaoyue’s expression stiffened. She knew that precisely at such times, it was crucial.

Though she couldn’t discern the strength of the two attackers earlier,

absolutely... absolutely, they far exceeded her comprehension!

"Isn’t it just a gamble? I’ve got nothing to lose!" A hint of madness flashed in Sun Chaoyue’s eyes.

Not far from the convoy, two female figures slowly emerged and looked over.

The Celestial Maiden and Ran Xinyue scanned the surrounding ground.

They knew it was over.

"Where are they?" Ran Xinyue asked in a deep voice.

"He won’t go far. He should be nearby; his speed is too fast!" Tong Zhang said softly, her eyes constantly scanning around.

They were previously diverted by another group of attackers, but after resolving that group, two more groups arrived here.

One group was dealt with before they got close.

The other nearly succeeded.

But... it should have been Zhang Ying who took care of them.

"Shall we find them?" Ran Xinyue asked.

"No... stay here. Guard for him. He wants to use the convoy as bait to lure enemies, so we will guard his back!"

The Celestial Maiden said gently.

"He is stubborn by nature... gifted but somewhat impulsive."

She thought that if a Grandmaster came, she would step in to block them.

Ran Xinyue nodded in agreement.

"Alright, once the secret of Venerable emerges, it will surely attract a lot of investigation. If they can’t find Zhang Ying, they will definitely target this place."

The saying goes that two fists cannot fight four hands; Zhang Ying alone can’t withstand too many people. Their covert protection also fulfilled the council’s assignment.

In the mountain forest on the other side.

Daoist Qingxiao was thrown out, rolling far away in the snow.

He quickly got up, clutching his injured chest, and looked back.

"What on earth are you!!?" He was both shocked and angry. If it had deviated slightly, he might have been dead.

Having long associated with Venerables, he could see that his opponent was definitely not a Venerable.

But if it is the Extreme Realm, the opponent doesn’t have any characteristics of the Extreme Realm.

So.... this guy... what the hell is he!?

"Why are you so weak? And just now... that Western Sect’s bald donkey.... even weaker." Zhang Rongfang’s face showed an indelible disappointment.

He came to find an opportunity to break through to Grandmaster, but the enemies were too weak, posing no pressure to him.

With the preemptive combat skills honed under Emperor Jiang combined with dark light vision, he could almost perfectly suppress the preemptive combat skills of these two.

With this kind of people, not to mention after special training, even before, he could kill three alone.

"Weak!?!" Daoist Qingxiao’s face flushed red, as a Grandmaster overseeing a province for the Zhenyi Sect, how could he be called weak!?

This person....

"Forget it, maybe I’ve misunderstood...." Zhang Rongfang looked at the opponent’s bewildered eyes, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Indeed, all he had encountered before were the supreme elite Grandmasters sent by major forces.

There was even a Grandmaster like Zhou Yan.

However, not any place in the Great Spirit can easily produce a Grandmaster.

Even Grandmasters are as rare as a phoenix’s feathers and unicorn’s horns.

The current situation might be a truly normal reflection.

"What’s the force behind you? Who sent you? Confess yourself." With this thought, Zhang Rongfang had an idea.

"....." Daoist Qingxiao’s face became even redder like pig liver.

Who sent him?

He himself was the leader in action, the real mastermind behind this attack....

This question.... he couldn’t answer at all.

"Then I’ll change the question." Zhang Rongfang moved slightly forward, "Can you.... be stronger?"

"Rascal!! How dare you humiliate me!!"

Finally, Daoist Qingxiao couldn’t control it completely, entered the final form and sprang up from the ground, flying close to the ground.

The sword light flashed in front of him, suddenly striking a dense sword shadow into a wall, accompanied by a sharp sound piercing through the air, pressing towards Zhang Rongfang.

In the final form, whether speed or strength, or moves, he’s far beyond the imagination limit of a general Super Grade.

With the full burst of the God Worship body, the impact force was extremely terrifying.

The distance of nearly a hundred meters between the two was crossed in just a second at that moment.

Huge power moved the blade, even creating sharp sword winds that could pierce ordinary skin, leaving marks as they swept the ground.

This is one of the deadly skills in Zhenyi Sect’s Extreme Mystic Yin Finger — Void Sword Skill!

Faced with this sword, Zhang Rongfang, disappointed, prepared to strike to break the move.

In his eyes, the opponent’s move wasn’t fast, the strength just like that.

The once unreachable Grandmaster final form, now seems to be just that.

But just as he was about to strike to break it.

Swish!

Instantly, Daoist Qingxiao unexpectedly accelerated a second time!!

Among the large sword shadows of Void Sword Skill, a silver short sword suddenly shot out.

In the space of only two meters between them, the short sword was propelled like a bullet shot.

Piercing fiercely right in the center of Zhang Rongfang’s chest.

This change in move is not part of Zhenyi Sect’s martial arts system, entirely created by the opponent, so even Zhang Rongfang didn’t expect it.

Instantly.

With a puff.

Watching the short sword about to fully pierce into his chest.

Suddenly Zhang Rongfang’s right palm muscle swelled like a toad.

Contracted, exploded, then quickly lifted, incredibly fast, like a phantom, blocking before the sword tip.

This is the explosive power of Golden Toad Skill!

Clang!!

The short sword was caught by the palm, vibrating violently, unwillingly trying to move forward.

But to no avail.

Just at this moment.

He suddenly seemed to freeze, standing still without further action.

"Absolute Defense.... So that’s it.... So that’s it!!"

He suddenly laughed.

The sound grew from small to large, from deep to cheerful.

Now Daoist Qingxiao had approached closely, wielding the sword showering down like a storm, stabbing, slicing, or lifting.

His swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, even beyond the category of a Grandmaster, in many aspects, it vaguely had the aura of a Grandmaster suppressing the spiritual realm.

Even Zhang Rongfang now couldn’t completely block and break it.

The two exchanged blows in an instant, shadows intertwined at supersonic speed.

What’s strange is, since after the short sword, Zhang Rongfang hadn’t launched an attack.

He was just breaking moves, breaking moves, breaking moves!

Using fingers, palms, and back of the hand, he continually pointed, bumped, and slapped away the attacking blades.

At this moment, even though engaging with a small Swordsmanship Grandmaster.

But Zhang Rongfang felt the progress in his Absolute Defense circle improving rapidly.

In the past, relying on being strong and durable, with extreme resilience and defense, many moves he didn’t bother to block or mind.

But this time, during the earlier experience of Absolute Defense, he suddenly understood.

Grandmaster is an accumulation of skills and body combination. The coordination and solidification of essence, Qi, and spirit create the ultimate final form.

If he wanted to achieve his own final form, he couldn’t have any shortfalls.

Therefore...

At this moment, he felt....

Perfection purely in the aspect of moves.