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His right hand formed a palm knife, and as Power circulated, a Dragon\'s Chant sounded, with pale golden Extremely Rigid Dragon Qi wrapping around his palm, slashing towards the little girl.

"Clang—"

The steel cables binding her limbs promptly snapped simultaneously.

"Are you all right?"

Seeing the little girl looking dazed as if her soul had departed, Xue Jing asked with concern.

He reached out and touched her head.

This child had been staring at him as if her eyes were glued to him since a moment ago.

It seemed she was scared silly.

Thinking it over, Xue Jing lightly used his spiritual power, gently tapping her forehead with his finger.

This was a physical application of spiritual power similar to Tsukuyomi Slash, using his finger movement as a medium, capable of slightly stimulating and shocking another\'s consciousness, just like a pacemaker.

At this stimulation, Zong Shichan shuddered, suddenly coming to her senses, her tender face shining and her eyes gleaming as if ready to shoot out stars.

"Master!!"

She immediately opened her arms and hugged Xue Jing, calling out sweetly.

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows, pressed on her head, and pushed her away:

"Nothing\'s been settled yet, who\'s your master?"

Zong Shichan blinked.

Then, as if she hadn\'t heard anything, she hugged Xue Jing again.

"Master!!"

Xue Jing was amused to laughter.

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"Heehee," Zong Shichan lifted her head in his embrace and showed him a sweet, bright smile.

Xue Jing reached out and grabbed her collar as if picking up a small dog, moving her to the side.

"Alright, go play over there, I still have some loose ends to tie up here."

He looked towards the rooftop of the building across from him.

A young man with heavy dark circles stood on the edge of the rooftop, his eyes sinisterly fixed on the interaction between Xue Jing and Zong Shichan.

"Who\'s that?"

The young man named Zhang Renxu squinted, suppressing the murderous rage boiling inside him, observing Xue Jing\'s appearance.

He did not recognize Xue Jing.

Ever since he had met \'Yuyan\', he had barely paid attention to anyone else or anything else.

"An unfamiliar martial arts... Damn it, where did this guy come from, and how did he find us?"

Zhang Renxu clenched his teeth, touching the knife wound on his right shoulder.

It had only been an instant before.

The colorful fireworks had come from the sky like a meteor, with unreasonably fast speed.

By the time he reacted, it was too late to dodge. He could only twist his body instinctively, avoiding the strike aimed at his neck, but he couldn\'t protect \'Yuyan\' from being taken by the other party.

Although it was only a brief encounter, Zhang Renxu understood that this was a formidable opponent that must be handled with the utmost care.

Under normal circumstances, he would never engage in a fight with such uncertain odds and would definitely choose to retreat temporarily.

However, now, with \'Yuyan\' still in the other party\'s hands... his only option was left.

Rather than die fighting, kill this young man, skin him, and take back Yuyan.

He looked towards the other rooftop where the little girl stood quietly in the distance, staring at the young man.

Zhang Renxu\'s heart ached.

The little girl\'s gaze had not lingered on him even for a second...

"Yuyan must have been bewitched... Damn it!"

Jealousy inside him turned to fuel, pouring over the already boiling flames of his murderous intent.

Xue Jing took a step forward, walking to the edge of the rooftop.

Below were the neon lights flickering and the endless stream of vehicles on the main road; many pedestrians were pulling out their phones, intending to capture the beautiful traces of the colorful fireworks.

But after taking out their phones, they couldn\'t capture any trace of the colorful fireworks on their cameras and could only puzzledly give up shooting.

Xue Jing looked towards the young man with dark circles and curiously asked:

"Are you a disciple of the Golden Wind Dojo? A direct disciple?"

Just now during the Flame Color Chain slash, Xue Jing had felt a sense of familiarity.

It was like striking a sharp, hard blade, with the fierce Power about to recoil through the contact and injure his palm, only to be easily defended by his tough skin membrane.

This recoil was the effect of the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword\'s Kungfu Body.

The young man with dark circles coldly replied, "What if I am?"

He knew he couldn\'t hide it, and he hadn\'t planned to either.

Xue Jing didn\'t mind his tone, merely casually saying:

"Your lousy dojo teaches unimpressive martial arts, but its school spirit is quite plain. The direct disciples are full of talents, not in gangs then they are playing with cockroaches... I already thought that was too much, but I didn\'t expect you\'d also hide someone with such a weird hobby of refining copper with crouching dragons."

"Let\'s make a deal, give up quietly, and when they shoot you, I\'ll have them use the smallest caliber bullet."

The young man with dark circles sneered, too lazy to argue, and spread his hands into a boxing stance.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Don\'t say I didn\'t give you a chance, I\'ll count to three."

He held up one finger.

"One."

Zong Shichan stood behind Xue Jing, watching this scene, her tender face full of excitement, her eyes sparkling.

The master was about to make a move!

Would it be the \'Secret Technique: Cherry Full Moon\'? Or the Hidden Dragon School\'s Dragon Qi wrapping around him?

Or perhaps that beautiful move from just now, like a meteor-like firework...

"Two..."

Zhang Renxu\'s gaze became solemn, ready for battle.

He was well aware that with an enemy of this caliber, if they did not make a move, nothing would happen. However, once they did, it would be earth-shattering!

The victory or defeat, likely, was just a matter of moments!