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I Was Always Loyal. Dragon In The Sky

　　A string of blood flew off from Fu Xiang's neck and landed on the ground like rainfall while Fu Xiang landed back on the ground from the air like countless grapes falling. Drops of dark-red blood trickled onto the ground like raindrops which was not only pleasing to the ear but also dyed the ground red. Fu Xiang thought of a number of different people who might have attacked him in the split moment. He even considered his own men who he thought might have turned on him, He also thought if it was a violent riot, but never did he imagine that his a.s.sailant would be her!

　　Shen Yiren who was supposed to be immobilised by Thorn-Tears was as imposing as a sword and her sword was sharper than a normal sword which indicated that her internal energy was normal. Her hair was sprawled messily like a female-demon. A flash of blue awn appeared on the tip of her white-slender finger which didn't take on a fixed shape, curving and being dexterous like a lively-slippery snake.

　　Fu Xiang thought to himself: It's sword-awn! She's so young and yet she's managed to master sword-awn!

　　His feet didn't slow down as he thought to himself. He continued to retreat. The wound on the side of his neck was a big one. One slip up and he could die. While the strike didn't take his life, he was bleeding heavily. Moulding energy would put him at risk of severe injury. If he didn't stop the bleeding now, consequences would follow him in future. Fu Xiang didn't have time to counterattack so he subconsciously tried to seal his meridians to stop the bleeding.

　　However, his young opponent didn't give him the chance to. The sword techniques Shen Yiren unleashed with her finger kept on varying. The most severe wound Fu Xiang had was the one on the side of his neck. She didn't go after his neck though, instead striking left and right, high and low, but all her thrusts were aimed at his limbs, giving him no time to seal his meridian and heal himself. If Fu Xiang were to seal his meridian to stop the bleeding, he would take a lot of other injuries from Shen Yiren's onslaught of attacks.

　　In just a moment's of hesitation, he felt his left chest become wet. His blood had dyed his s.h.i.+rt red. The areas around his neck had turned numb. He had lost all feeling there which was a clear sign he was slowly headed towards danger. If he were to let this continue, his fighting power would be greatly diminished.

　　Fu Xiang was without question the strongest in the flying fish pavilion, yet Long Zaitian kept putting him in check and now Shen Yiren was able to bind his hands and legs. Given those experiences, how could he not be mad? Shen Yiren's cold words resurfaced in his mind: Your plans are perfect, but you lack the guts. This shows that you don't dare to go all the way with things you do. It's rare to see people in the pugilistic world with such skills yet be such a p.u.s.s.y at the same time.

　　Fu Xiang was furious. He roared like a wounded animal, ignoring the wound he had on his neck. He moved his arm and unleashed a Fu Xiang Divine Palms strike aimed at Shen Yiren. As a result, his nerves went into overdrive causing a large volume of blood to spew out.

　　He never expected to see a smile on Shen Yiren's beautiful face. The beautiful physique that chased him down had now stopped giving chase. She went up on tippy-toes, turned and she moved positions, moving a number of inches along with the gust of wind from the palm strike. She stretched her snow-white arm out and picked up a sword from the table. She took another step and then used the force behind Fu Xiang's palm strike to land like a leaf landing on water. She glided toward the ring under the control of the gust of wind like a swallow in spring.

　　Fu Xiang realised he fell for her plan! Shen Yiren left and didn't come back.

　　As soon as Shen Yiren landed in the ring, the blue mountain she held in her hand was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Her usage of the sword-awn technique where she uses her fingers as a sword is so formidable witnesses can't help but be shocked. Thus, needless to say, it was much more incredible when she executed it with a real sword. Those watching over the warriors on the ring were no match for her.

　　She managed to subdue the imperial guards in just a few moves and then cut the ropes binding the warriors of the imperial court. The warriors who were competing today outside of the Black Winds Thirteen Wings didn't drink Thorn-Tears. They were just tied up with leather ropes and couldn't break free. However, they managed to break free after Shen Yiren came to their rescue with sword-awn.

　　Fu Xiang poured his energy in to his finger making it like the wind and sealed his meridian before quickly leaping over to the rings.

　　Wherever Shen Yiren's blade went, a warrior was released, causing countless changes at the battlefield in the flying fish pavilion.

　　On the imperial platform, the orange prince was getting beaten up by old ministers. They beat him without mercy and their morale rose as they hit him while cursing him. The orange prince was like a water-ladle floating on top of the water getting pressed down into the water and then coming back up over and over. His face was soon bruised. He called out loudly: "Minister Long, save me! Save me!!"