"Young man, you cannot kill this person."
Just as Shen Lang felt a cold aura appear behind him, a voice rang out.
The voice was sharp, like that of a eunuch, making one's skin crawl.
Hearing the voice, Ye Shishi and Gu Qinghan looked over and saw an old man, about fifty years old, dressed in black. His face was as pale as if it had been coated with plaster.
He had snow-white hair and eyebrows, but no beard. He truly resembled an old eunuch from the ancient imperial palace, giving off an unsettling presence.
"Cannot kill?"
Looking at the eunuch-like old man before him, Shen Lang chuckled, "Are you telling me what to do?"
"You say I can't kill him, and so I can't? Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?"
Hearing this, the old man dressed as a eunuch laughed, "Young man, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Feng Yijian, Feng Yijian who chases the wind with a sword."
"In Nanling, and even in the Dragon Country, no one questions my words. They simply obey unconditionally."
Feng Yijian looked at Chu Fei, who was beneath Shen Lang's foot, and let out a sinister chuckle. "The one beneath your feet is our Chu family's young master. To harm him is to provoke our Chu family. I will not allow it, nor will the Chu family."
"Young man, if you are wise, you will release him immediately and apologize. At least then, I can guarantee your survival. Otherwise, you have no one but death to look forward to."
Feng Yijian clasped his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant. "Do not doubt my words. I never joke, especially not with youngsters like you."
"Grandpa Jian, it's great that you're here."
Seeing Feng Yijian appear with such powerful presence, Chu Fei was overjoyed and shouted, "This brat wants to kill me, you must save me."
"Young Master Chu, rest assured. With me here, no one can even touch a single hair on your head. I guarantee it."
Hearing Chu Fei's words, Feng Yijian said with unwavering confidence.
"No one can touch a single hair on his head?"
Shen Lang heard this and laughed, "Feng Yijian, are you perhaps too confident in your own strength?"
"The person you wish to protect, no one can kill?"
Shen Lang's gaze was piercing, and he said lightly, "I'm sorry, but it's the opposite. The person I wish to kill, no one can protect."
"Brat, you insist on acting willfully, opposing me and the Chu family?"
Seeing that Shen Lang was completely uncooperative, Feng Yijian became enraged. "Since that's the case, I will have to kill you first, and then save him."
As he spoke, Feng Yijian reached for his waist and drew a soft sword. With a flick of Feng Yijian's wrist, the soft sword was infused with a terrifying power, becoming stiff and straight.
"Brat, I haven't used my sword in many years. Today, I shall kill you with it."
With the long sword in hand, Feng Yijian seemed like a different person. His killing intent was like a rainbow as he spoke to Shen Lang.
Chu Fei was the sole descendant of the Chu family. Therefore, Chu Fei's grandfather had secretly assigned Feng Yijian to protect Chu Fei from a young age, fearing that this only bloodline might be accidentally lost.
Feng Yijian had always been reluctant to act, and Chu Fei had never encountered any real danger.
But today, Chu Fei was under Shen Lang's foot, and Feng Yijian had no choice but to intervene.
Thinking that he, a generation of powerhouses, had to act against an unknown youngster like Shen Lang, Feng Yijian felt a sense of grievance, but he had no choice.
After all, he ate the Chu family's food, slept in the Chu family's beds, and wore the Chu family's clothes.
The so-called esteemed retainer was someone kept in honor during peacetime, to be utilized when needed.
If they were of no use, why keep them? Wouldn't keeping a few dogs be better?
Feng Yijian understood this relationship. Therefore, at a critical moment, he had to exert himself, however unwilling.
"Be careful, little brother. Feng Yijian is terrifying. Be careful."
Seeing Feng Yijian about to make a move on Shen Lang, Gu Qinghan's expression changed. She said, "Feng Yijian is one of the top martial artists in the Dragon Country. With a long sword in hand, he is known to kill anyone he encounters, gods or men."
"I heard Old Song say that Feng Yijian began learning the sword at the age of five. Before he turned thirty-five, he swung his sword ten thousand times every day, reaching the terrifying realm of 'man and sword as one'. Apart from Dugu Jian, no one in the Dragon Country can rival him in swordsmanship."
"His sword is faster than lightning, unpredictable. Anyone who has seen him draw his sword has ultimately died by his hand."
Gu Qinghan knew Song Shadao's personality; he was an arrogant individual.
For Feng Yijian to receive such high praise from Song Shadao, there could only be one reason: Feng Yijian's strength was truly terrifying.
Gu Qinghan knew Shen Lang's cultivation level, but facing such an old monster, she still felt unsure.
"Sister, do not worry. It's alright."
Shen Lang heard Gu Qinghan's words and chuckled, "I heard the name Feng Yijian many years ago. I didn't expect to meet him here today, but that's perfect. Let him be the one to test my sword."
As he said this, Shen Lang took out a black short rod, resembling a flashlight, from his clothes pocket. However, as Shen Lang pressed a button on it, a meter-long sword blade shot out from one end of the rod.
With a black hilt and a black blade, even standing three meters away, Gu Qinghan could feel the chilling aura emanating from Shen Lang's black sword.
"Feng Yijian, I have practiced the sword for ten years and I too have a sword. Today, I shall use you to test my sword."
With the black sword in hand, Shen Lang exuded a terrifying aura he had never displayed before.
"Good—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Feng Yijian burst into laughter. "Today, I will let you know that apart from Dugu Jian, no one's sword is worth mentioning before me."
As his words fell, Feng Yijian made his move.
Feng Yijian lunged forward and thrust his sword directly at Shen Lang.
Indeed, when Feng Yijian attacked, there were no fancy moves; it was a straight stab.
This kind of sword move is something an eight-year-old learning fencing would not use.
Because this straightforward sword move exposes all weaknesses to the enemy. If the enemy attacks, they can seize the initiative and win the duel with a single strike.
Ye Shishi didn't understand martial arts, but having listened to Dugu Jian discuss swordsmanship for many years, she could see at least a dozen weaknesses exposed on Feng Yijian's body.
As long as Shen Lang drew his sword and struck any one of Feng Yijian's weaknesses, Feng Yijian would surely be dead or injured.
However, Ye Shishi also knew that the principle she understood was also understood by a sword master like Feng Yijian, and Shen Lang would understand it even more.
At this moment, the sword in Feng Yijian's hand grew faster and faster, almost in a flash of lightning, and it reached Shen Lang's throat. It only needed to advance another half an inch to pierce his throat.
But just then, Shen Lang moved.
Feng Yijian's sword was fast, but Shen Lang's sword was faster.
Shen Lang gripped his sword in reverse and, with his self-created move "Drawing Sword Strike," unleashed a swift slash with all his might.
The next second, Feng Yijian's sword snapped into two pieces.