C20 Seven Steps Crossing

Three flying daggers materialized out of nowhere, their sudden appearance as eerie as if conjured from thin air.

From whence did these flying daggers come?

Zhao Feiling?

That was out of the question.

Zhao Feiling had sustained such severe injuries that sitting up was a struggle, let alone executing such a fierce and treacherous strike.

It certainly wasn't Niu Qian either.

Niu Qian was in the midst of being hurled backward, blood gushing from his mouth, his entire arm shattered by the force, with his stark white broken bones presenting a ghastly and shocking sight. He was in no position to launch an attack, and it was questionable whether he would even survive.

This left only the woman with the harsh features as the assailant.

The three flying daggers hurtled towards their target in a perfect triangular formation, their timing impeccable.

The woman's martial prowess was evidently high, her mastery over the flying daggers reaching an extraordinary level of skill.

"Clang! Clang!"

Ye Feilong couldn't dodge in time and, acting on instinct, swung his sword.

His blade deflected two daggers, but one evaded his defense.

Luckily, Ye Feilong managed to twist his body just in time to avoid a fatal blow, though a dagger still struck deep into his shoulder, embedding itself up to the hilt.

The pain was intense!

Ye Feilong clenched his teeth.

Swoosh!

Yet another dagger flew towards him.

He was certain now—it was the woman.

Ye Feilong burst forward, stepping quickly despite the dagger lodged in his shoulder. The pain was excruciating, but he bore it.

It was a stroke of luck that his right shoulder remained unharmed, allowing him to wield his sword unaffected.

"Clang!"

His sword met the flying dagger with precision, sending it careening to the side.

The woman's face contorted with rage, the murderous intent in her eyes intensifying.

"Die!"

She bellowed, her hands moving in unison as she launched four more daggers, each flying from a different angle, their paths sinister and seemingly inescapable.

But Ye Feilong didn't even consider dodging.

His eyes narrowed, predatory like a wolf on the hunt, he surged forward, his speed unrelenting. His sword danced, creating a barrier of light before him that repelled the incoming daggers with each swift strike.

"How could this be? How could the modest Ye family possess such a meticulous sword technique?"

The woman watched Ye Feilong charging toward her and panic set in. She couldn't fathom how Ye Feilong's swordsmanship could be so swift that he could precisely deflect her thrown daggers.

Her own skills were inferior to Niu Qian's, with her specialty being the flying dagger technique, which was suited for long-range combat. In close quarters, her abilities were significantly diminished.

Whoosh!

A gleam of sword light charged at her.

"You can't kill me, I am..."

The woman hastily retreated, sensing the impending danger of the sword light, and let out a terrified scream.

Ye Feilong was relentless.

The icy sword light flashed like lightning, grazing her neck.

The woman shuddered to a halt.

"Junior sister!"

Niu Qian's cry of alarm cut through the air. Despite blood still spilling from his mouth, he dashed forward recklessly, his face etched with horror.

He saw the fear in his junior sister's eyes as she clutched her neck, blood oozing through her fingers. He understood the grim reality.

"Buzz!"

Ye Feilong spun around, his sword in motion.

Niu Qian hit the ground, his head rolling away.

The woman's eyes bulged in shock.

"I don't care who you are. Anyone who seeks my death shall meet theirs!"

Ye Feilong declared to the woman before turning and striding toward Ye Feiling.

He had only taken a few steps when a thud sounded behind him.

The woman collapsed, her body convulsing in a gruesome death.

Without looking back, Ye Feilong continued toward Ye Feiling.

"Impossible, impossible..." Ye Feiling was still prostrate on the ground, shaking his head in denial as Ye Feilong approached. "A cripple who has ruined his dantian couldn't possibly possess the power to defeat my senior brother. Impossible..."

Ye Feilong scoffed. "It appears I've overestimated your intelligence. Do you still believe my dantian is destroyed?"

With a light tap of his toes, Ye Feilong surged forward. As he was about to land, his steps tapped the void, and he strode seven meters through the air before touching down, standing directly before Ye Feiling.

"Seven Steps Crossing!"

Ye Feiling's eyes grew even wider, his face etched with astonishment. "You, you've actually mastered the Seven Steps Crossing, you can actually perform it... You, you've been at the Seventh Level all along, you've been at the Seventh Level!"

The Seven Steps Crossing was a lightness technique that the Ye family's ancestor had stumbled upon by chance. Although the technique didn't require a high level of Genuine Qi, one needed to be at the Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Stage to perform it. Yet, it was exceedingly difficult to master. The Ye family's ancestor couldn't learn it despite dedicating his life to it, and subsequently, no one else in the Ye family managed to learn it either. Eventually, the technique was deemed worthless by the Ye family, and no one bothered to waste time on it any longer.

Ye Feilong, considered the most gifted of his generation within the Ye family, had never even contemplated learning this technique. But now, he was witnessing Ye Feilong executing it before his very eyes.

What did this signify?

It indicated that Ye Feilong's talent exceeded everyone's expectations, outshining all the historical prodigies of the Ye family.

Another harsh reality hitting him was the fact that Ye Feilong's ability to perform the technique meant he had reached the Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Stage.

He suddenly reflected on his own resentment towards Ye Feilong, his glee upon hearing of Ye Feilong's dantian being destroyed, and the scorn and ridicule he had heaped upon him. The talent and Genuine Qi realm that Ye Feilong had now revealed felt like a profound slap in the face.

It was a heavy blow indeed!

"Now do you realize the vast gap between us?" Ye Feilong's voice was icy.

The sword in Ye Feilong's grasp radiated a fierce aura of lethal intent.

"You intend to kill me?" Ye Feiling snapped to his senses, "We're kin, we're cousins; you can't kill me."

Ye Feilong posed a sudden question, "What's their origin?"

"Who... are you referring to them?" Ye Feiling's gaze shifted to the bodies ahead, and a glint flashed in his eyes. "If you spare me, I'll tell you."

Without warning, Ye Feilong's sword descended.