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  "Uh..."

  Looking at the sharp sword piercing his own throat, Gong Sunqi stared with wide eyes, filled with incredulity.

  He never thought that, in this situation, with Wang Ting already surrounded by dozens of swordsmen from the Gong Sun family, he would dare to take action and kill himself, the heir of the Gong Sun family, with one sword.

  "Hah!"

  The sword shook, and Wang Ting directly pulled Ruo Sheng out. A shrill blood suddenly sprayed from Gong Sun Qi's throat.

  Bang!

  A loud slap landed on the table, and in an instant, Gong Sun Fang Yu, the patriarch of the Gong Sun family, was enraged, his eyes filled with a terrifying killing intent. His mouth let out a somewhat crazed roar: "You beast! At this point, you still don't kneel down to beg for mercy? Today, no one can save you, have him hacked to pieces by random swords!"

  "Hiss!"

  Responding to him was Wang Ting's swiftly thrusting sharp sword.

  This sword has no mystery, no subtlety; it is simply fast, as swift as lightning.

  Only I have thirty-six swords!

  That was the world where one's speed and killing swordsmanship were paramount, and it was he who had inherited the highest sword art of the Dong Tian Sword Sect.

  Thirty-six swords, each twelve swords is a realm.

  The first boundary of the sword, is a realm of the sword, where everything is transformed into a sharp sword, and oneself is embodied as a sword. Everything that can be utilized is transformed into a sword. In this state, with one sword in hand, the blade that he thrusts out to kill has already transcended ordinary swordsmanship, becoming an extension of the sword, a true understanding of the sword.

  One's very being is already a sword; what need is there for sword techniques?

  Facing this swift sword, Gong Sun Fang Yu's eyes shone brightly, and as a viscount who could stand out among the younger generation of the Gong Sun family, he was naturally a top-notch swordsman. Although he had been in high positions for many years, he didn't often take action, but that didn't mean he wouldn't resist Wang Ting's assassination!

  "Animal, looking for death!"

  "Clang!"

  The sword is out of its scabbard!

  Gongsun Fangyu, with a mix of grief and anger over the loss of his son, fiercely drew his sword. As soon as it was out, its powerful energy had already torn through the air currents in the void, directly stabbing towards Wang Ting's sword tip.

  "Hmm!"

  Two men drew their swords, each one flashing like lightning, and in an instant the two blades were about to collide head-on in mid-air.

  However, at this critical moment, a sharp and fierce light burst out of Wang Ting's eyes, like a sharp sword, suddenly cutting into Gong Sun Fang Yu's spiritual world, exploding instantly in his spiritual world, blasting into a shocking thunderbolt.

  Spiritual Secret Technique - Thunder Realm!

  Why did Wang Ting want to kill Gong Sunqi? The main reason is that he wants to use the pain of losing his will to break Gong Sunfangyu's state of mind, and shock him into a rage. Even though Gong Sunfangyu is in a high position, with a resolute heart and an intimidating aura, at this moment he is still being struck by the power of the spiritual secret technique, leaving him dazed for a moment.

  Taking advantage of the moment, Wang Ting's sword edge slightly shook, and his treasured sword suddenly flew out, shaking off the opponent. Then, with a swift and deadly strike, he pierced through the arm of this powerful great swordsman!

  One vertical stroke! One horizontal stroke!

  A blood glow burst out again in the void!

  It was almost identical to Li Mubai's previous battle, and Gong Sunfangyu, a great swordsman of the same level, had half his arm cut off by this sword and flew to one side.

  "Ah!"

  Intense pain suddenly brought Gong Sun Fang Yu back from the shock of his spiritual secret technique.

  "Kill him!"

  In an instant, Gong Sun Fang Yu swiftly retreated.

  "Half-breed looking for death!"

  "Bastard!"

  The great swordsmen and high-ranking swordsmen beside him also didn't wait for Gong Sun Fang Yu's order, and simultaneously drew their swords with a loud shout.

  But...

  Wang Ting would never miss an opportunity.

  He retreated quickly, but Wang Ting advanced even faster. In a few moments, the sharp sword had once again stabbed into Gong Sun Fang Yu's chest, steadily piercing his ribcage. Then, with a single flick of the sword, an enormous force sent him flying, slamming him into a nearby Taishi chair and shattering it to pieces. Next, he dodged by a hair's breadth, avoiding a large sword wielded by Fei Qian Cheng that had come from behind. With his body shifting technique instantly activated, he appeared beside the fallen Gong Sun Fang Yu in an instant. One foot pressed down on the sword wound on his chest, the blade tip steadily pointing at Gong Sun Fang Yu's throat.

  "Stop!"

  The sudden threat made the great swordsman Fei Qiancheng pause for a moment, but Fan Zhong seemed to have not heard Wang Ting's stern shout at all, drew his sword and stabbed, his swordsmanship unfolded, almost covering every vital part of Wang Ting's body.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  If the sword's edge was drawn out to make a swift thrust, in an instant, it collided with Fan Zhong's sword four times. The extraordinary resonance of Lie Dongyang's thorough heart sword technique pierced through each time the two swords clashed, making Fan Zhong's palm ache and his internal energy boil over. By the fourth sword, Wang Ting's internal energy was suddenly ignited by the sixth-grade spiritual inscription, and he actually brought out the divine charm of the Burial Sword Technique in this intense sword fight. Along with the air flow in the void being blasted apart by the force of the collision, Fan Zhong, a great swordsman, was shaken back several steps in a head-on confrontation.

  "Let's stop, it seems they didn't hear us."

  "Hmph, could it be that you still dare to kill Gong Sun Fang Yu and fail to become a viscount?"

  Fan Zhong slightly adjusted the boiling blood in his body and gazed coldly at Wang Ting in front of him.

  In fact, in his heart, he was eager for Wang Ting to kill Gong Sun Fangyu, so that he could force Fei Qiancheng and the swordsman present to completely break with Wang Ting and chop him into pieces.

  "Wang Ting, release the lord immediately, I can guarantee that he will leave here alive."

  Fei Qiancheng gripped the sword in his hand tightly, speaking in a cold tone. At the same time, several high-ranking swordsmen behind him quietly moved forward, joining forces with Fan Zhong's high-ranking swordsmen to form a siege against Wang Ting. Further away, the swordsmen in the courtyard also heard what was happening and rushed over, surrounding the entire living room, making it impossible to escape.

  "Viscount Gong Sun Fang Yu, originally, this viscount's identity couldn't bring any convenience either."

  Wang Ting said indifferently, as if he hadn't seen the many swordsmen surrounding the living room.

  "Wang Ting, if you kill me, you will absolutely not be able to escape today's dead end."

  Gongsun Fangyu, who had his arm cut off and was stabbed with a sword, was covered in cold sweat from head to toe, especially when Wang Ting's right foot stepped on his wound, making him even more painful: "Your strength is very strong, so strong that our Gongsun family doesn't dare to offend you, so this matter will be settled like this. Let me go, and in the future, I'll walk my own way, and we'll not interfere with each other."

  "Is there still room for reconciliation between us?"

  "Of course, we nobles only care about benefits and doing what is right, it's clearly not worth the cost."

  "Is that so? Then let these swordsmen withdraw from the hall first. Of course, to show my sincerity, I allow the commander of the Imperial Guard, Fei Qiancheng, to stay here."

  "Impossible, once they..."

  "Hah!"

  Wang Tingjian's sword flashed, and a wound suddenly appeared on Gong Sun Fangyu's leg, with fresh blood gushing out instantly.

  "Get out! Get out of the hall!"

  Gongsun Fangyu hastily drank a big gulp, and at the same time said: "Wang Ting, killing me would be of no benefit to you, but instead would thoroughly offend our Gongsun family. My father is a master swordsman and also holds the title of Earl..."

  Wang Ting did not respond to Gong Sun Fang Yu, but instead turned his head and looked at Fei Qian Cheng: "You guys didn't hear what our master said?"

  "Fei, this is absolutely not the time for compromise. Let's join forces and we can definitely take him down on the spot."

  "We can't be rash, if something goes wrong with Viscount, who will take responsibility."

  Fei Qiancheng said, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and those swordsmen immediately retreated from the hall, including several high-ranking swordsmen behind him.

  Although they had left the hall, those swordsmen would not leave and were still outside the hall, staring intently, surrounding the entire hall with no gaps.

  "Alright, I've met the requirements and it's time to let me go. Although I now have the power to defeat a great swordsman, I don't have any achievements or honors, not even a baronetcy, yet I am a viscount of the kingdom, officially entering the noble class. A commoner killing a noble is a crime that not only results in my own death but also implicates my entire family."

  "Viscount..."

  Wang Ting glanced at Fan Zhong, then at Fei Qiancheng, and again at the many swordsmen who had already retreated to the outer hall.

  "It's just one person after all..."

  "Hah!"

  If life is but a stroke.

  A streak of blood suddenly expanded at Gong Sun Fang Yu's throat...

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