Yang Ge’s eye twitched at the sight, and with a flick of his hand, he employed the "Frost Coating" technique, unleashing dozens of dense, knifelike gusts of wind to fend off the Golden Whip that seemed to attack him like a giant python.
After one successful strike, he leaped through the collapsing corridor into the air, shouting, "Nah, nah, nah... I don’t want to fight a woman, but don’t push your luck!"
"Where do you think you’re going, come back here!"
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Amidst the furious shouts, the Golden Whip tore through the roof tiles and soared upwards, as flexible as a hunting serpent, accurately entwined around Yang Ge’s ankle, and forcefully dragged him back.
"This was your choice..."
Yang Ge crashed heavily into the corridor’s eaves and, without holding back, dragged his blade through the rubble and clashed fiercely with the newcomer.
The newcomer’s martial skills were profound, with their whip technique both hard and soft. They could attack from a distance, sometimes as nimble as a snake darting its tongue and sometimes as powerful as a rod cleaving Mount Hua, quickly tearing the collapsed corridor into ruins.
While Yang Ge’s blade aura was sharp and fierce, its directness and lack of variation meant that, without using his ultimate moves, he couldn’t break through the layered whip shadows and was instead forced to jump around like a big rhesus monkey...
After a dozen exchanges, Yang Ge hadn’t managed to advance within five feet of the person, instead taking several hits... Although uninjured, the pain made his eyes redden slightly.
Anger rising from his heart, Yang Ge steeled himself and unleashed the "Frost Blade’s" strongest move, "Proud Snow Over Frost."
The knife aura, brilliant as moonlight, surged out and soared three to four zhang, moving so swiftly it carried afterimages as it thundered downward from above toward the adversary, its overwhelming murderous aura startling the person enough to hastily shake the Golden Whip to meet the blade aura and simultaneously leap up.
"Boom."
The Golden Whip, woven from a peculiar metallic thread, broke into several pieces under the ferocious blade aura, its residual force leveling the entire corridor.
The slender figure leaping midair, looking down at the long and deep ravine below, hadn’t even begun to feel relief when she felt her ankle tighten, turned her head and met a pair of reddened eyes.
She hurriedly spoke, "Wait, I am the White Lotus Sect’s Southern King... Ah!"
She screamed as she was yanked back to the ground by Yang Ge, swung around fiercely, and smashed into the ruins, creating a human-shaped indent on impact.
"Stop, stop..."
"Bang."
"I mean no harm..."
"Bang."
"I came to help..."
"Bang."
"This old lady knows Shen Fa (cracked voice)!"
Hearing the familiar name, Yang Ge’s grip loosened instinctively.
The next second, he felt a lightness in his hand and, upon closer inspection, found only an embroidered shoe left, while the slender figure was seen scrambling over the wall and fleeing...
Yang Ge, looking disgruntled, tossed aside the embroidered shoe in his hand and mused with interest, "White Lotus Sect, Shen Fa? I didn’t expect you, with your thick eyebrows and large eyes, to play these tricky games!"
Yang Tiansheng and others, arriving at the scene, were stunned by the devastation.
Clutching his unsheathed sword, Yang Tiansheng quickly approached, looking around vigilantly and asked, "Second brother, who did you fight with?"
Reflecting briefly, Yang Ge replied, "A woman, she said something about being the White Lotus Sect’s Southern King..."
Yang Tiansheng exclaimed, "’Buddha Mother’ Liu Dongjun?"
Yang Ge: "You know her?"
Yang Tiansheng: "When did you get involved with that witch?"
"Witch?"
Yang Ge rolled his eyes in annoyance, "It’s actually your sister-in-law, okay!"
"Sister-in-law?"
Disbelieving, Yang Tiansheng’s eyes widened as he looked at Yang Ge.
Yang Ge slapped his head askew, pointing to the whip marks on himself and said, "What are you thinking? I meant that shrew is an old woman, look what she’s done to me..."
Yang Tiansheng chuckled and said, "Old woman? She’s the White Lotus Sect’s Saintess!"
Yang Ge: "Does being the White Lotus Sect’s Saintess mean she can’t be old?"
Yang Tiansheng grinned and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, she’s an old woman indeed..."
Great, the old woman is splendid!
Otherwise, where would his own sister stand a chance, and where would he, as her uncle, stand a chance?
No, after this task, he must take this person back home at all costs!
He absolutely cannot let those outside vampy temptresses snatch his nephew’s opportunity...
Yang Ge, oblivious to the thoughts running through his head, wondered, ’Shen Fa that guy looks old but he’s only thirty-four or thirty-five at most, how could he be involved with this old woman... Woman three years older, clutching a gold brick?’
Upon further reflection, he realized he had never heard Shen Fa talk about his personal matters, nor had Fang Ke ever mentioned it.
"Hiss..."
Yang Ge scratched his head, mumbling to himself, ’Seems like I really did hit the wrong person, won’t that guy come after my life later?’
’No fear, if worse comes to worst, I’ll just beat him up again!’
’Couples should be united as one, right!’