With the combined efforts of the Kingdom of Avaloria's spies and scouts, Liu Yong, Mengting, Liu Wei, and Zhang Yitian meticulously executed their covert mission. Armed with precise intelligence, they infiltrated the Kingdom of Frosthold's ranks, their movements shrouded in shadows and their identities concealed.
Under the cover of darkness, Liu Yong led the group, his expertise in stealth and subterfuge guiding their every step. Mengting, utilizing her mastery of elemental energies, provided support with her lightning-based abilities, incapacitating any potential threats swiftly and silently.
Liu Wei, the grandson of Liu Yong, showcased his advanced skills in core formation and earth manipulation. With calculated precision, he neutralized sentries and guards, ensuring their mission remained undetected. Zhang Yitian, with his Thunderstrike Physique and lightning elemental powers, became a force of nature, striking swiftly and leaving no trace of his presence behind.
The team's synergy was undeniable as they navigated through enemy territory, their movements synchronized and their intentions focused. With precision strikes and lethal efficiency, they eliminated key personnel in the Kingdom of Frosthold's chain of command. Each target fell silently, their demise shrouded in secrecy, their absence sending ripples of confusion and panic through the enemy's ranks.
Their success was a testament to their training, skill, and unwavering dedication to their mission. The Kingdom of Frosthold, unaware of the silent threat that had infiltrated their midst, was left scrambling to fill the void left by the fallen leaders.
Under the cover of darkness, Liu Yong, Liu Wei, Mengting and Zhang Yitian stealthily approached the designated target's tent, fully prepared to carry out their mission. However, as they pushed aside the tent flap, their anticipation turned to shock and disbelief. Instead of their intended target, they found themselves face to face with Liu Feng, the 4th elder of the Liu Family from the Kingdom of Qiandao, a man who had previously attempted to end their lives.
Liu Yong's eyes widened with recognition and anger as he locked gazes with Liu Feng. "You?!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and fury. "Liu Feng, what treachery is this? You dare to stand in our way once again?"
A chilling smile spread across Liu Feng's face, his eyes glinting with malice. "Ah, Liu Yong and Liu Wei," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "I must commend you for surviving this long, but your luck ends here. I am here to finish what I started in the Kingdom of Qiandao, courtesy of Zenki Zhanwang's arrangements."
Liu Wei's grip on his weapon tightened as he exchanged a knowing glance with Liu Yong. The threat before them was real, and they were well aware of the danger they faced. This was not a moment for diplomacy or reasoning, but a battle for survival against a relentless enemy.
Suddenly soldiers of the Kingdom of Frosthold closed in on them, their escape route cut off, Liu Yong swiftly analyzed the situation. He knew that buying time for Mengting, Liu Wei, and Zhang Yitian to break out was crucial. With a determined expression, Liu Yong faced Liu Feng, their eyes locking in a silent battle of wills.
Liu Yong's voice resonated with steely resolve as he addressed his companions. "Mengting, Liu Wei, Zhang Yitian, you must break through their ranks. I will hold off Liu Feng. Do not worry about me; focus on your escape."
Mengting, her eyes filled with concern, replied, "Master Liu, please be careful. We will create a diversion and do our best to ensure your safety."
Liu Wei, gripping his weapon tightly, added, "Grandfather, we won't let anything happen to you. Stay strong!"
Zhang Yitian, his gaze burning with determination, chimed in, "Master Liu, we've got your back. We'll make sure everyone gets out of here."
acing off against Liu Feng, Liu Yong's movements became a whirlwind of precision and agility. Their swords clashed in a dazzling display of skill and technique, each strike resonating with the force of their cultivation. Liu Yong utilized the wind elemental energy channeled through Galeblade to enhance his speed and agility, gracefully dodging Liu Feng's attacks while delivering swift and calculated counterstrikes.
Liu Feng, his face contorted with determination, hissed, "Liu Yong, your days of escaping are over."
Liu Yong, his voice firm and resolute, responded, "Liu Feng, it is you who will face justice today. I will not allow you to harm anyone else!"
As the swords clashed, sparks flew and the air crackled with tension. Liu Yong's face remained focused, his eyes fixed on Liu Feng's every move. With each parry, he could feel the force behind Liu Feng's strikes, but his years of training had honed his reflexes and precision.
Liu Yong's voice broke through the din of battle. "Liu Feng, your treachery knows no bounds. You underestimate the power of justice and the will to protect."
Liu Feng sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Justice is a feeble concept, Liu Yong. In this world, only strength matters. And I am stronger than you!"
Their swords clashed once again, the sound echoing through the tent. Liu Yong's grip tightened on Galeblade as he pushed back against Liu Feng's relentless assault. The sweat trickled down his brow, but he refused to yield.
"You may have power, Liu Feng, but true strength comes from righteousness," Liu Yong retorted, his voice carrying a resolute conviction. "I fight not only for myself but for all those whose lives you have destroyed."
With a surge of determination, Liu Yong shifted the momentum of the battle. He unleashed a series of swift strikes, a combination of speed and technique that caught Liu Feng off guard. Each strike resonated with his wind elemental energy, adding an extra force to his attacks.
Liu Feng staggered backward, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "You... you've become stronger, Liu Yong. But it won't be enough to save you!"
The battle reached its peak, the clash of their swords growing more intense. The tension in the air was palpable as their blades danced in a deadly symphony. Liu Yong's movements were calculated and precise, his experience shining through as he anticipated Liu Feng's every move.
With a swift sidestep, Liu Yong evaded a sweeping strike from Liu Feng. Seizing the opportunity, he countered with a powerful gust of wind, aiming to disrupt Liu Feng's balance. The burst of wind caught Liu Feng off guard, briefly throwing him off balance and providing an opening for Liu Yong.
In that split second, Liu Yong's sword moved with lightning speed. Galeblade sliced through the air, its blade meeting with Liu Feng's defense. The clash was explosive, the force of their collision sending shockwaves through the tent.
Liu Feng stumbled backward, his eyes widening in disbelief. He clutched his wounded arm, his voice filled with a mix of rage and pain. "This... this cannot be happening! I am the superior one!"
Liu Yong's expression remained resolute, his voice unwavering. "Superiority does not lie in brute strength alone, Liu Feng. It lies in the righteousness of one's cause and the unwavering will to protect others."
Mengting, her gloves glowing with crackling energy, channeled her lightning elemental powers with remarkable control and precision. Bolts of electricity arced from her fingertips, striking down enemy soldiers with electrifying force. She moved with a dancer's grace, her every step a calculated display of agility and power.
Her voice resonated with electric energy as she unleashed her wrath upon their foes. "Feel the might of the storm!" Mengting's lightning surged, enveloping the battlefield in a dazzling display of electrical currents. Each strike was met with awe and terror, as soldiers fell to the ground, paralyzed by the shocking power coursing through their bodies.
Liu Wei, with his trusty Guardian's Embrace shield, positioned himself as a stalwart defender. He deflected incoming attacks with ease, his earth elemental abilities strengthening his defense. With unwavering resolve, he stood as a shield for his comrades, blocking enemy strikes and creating openings for their counterattacks.
Zhang Yitian, wielding his Thunderbolt Spear, unleashed swift and precise strikes that crackled with lightning. He moved with lightning-fast speed, his Thunderstrike Physique enhancing his reflexes and agility. The electrifying energy that coursed through his weapon intensified with each strike, causing enemies to tremble in fear.
The trio fought as a well-coordinated unit, their powers complementing each other in a symphony of destruction. Mengting's lightning added an electrifying edge to their attacks, Liu Wei's earth elemental prowess provided solid defense, and Zhang Yitian's lightning-infused strikes struck fear into the hearts of their enemies.
Their adversaries, caught off guard by the ferocity and coordination of their assault, faltered and stumbled in the face of the overwhelming onslaught. The soldiers, disoriented and overwhelmed by the combination of lightning and earth powers, struggled to regain their footing.
As the battle raged on, Mengting's Elemental Conduit gloves crackled with unrestrained energy. She reveled in the thrill of each lightning strike, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of determination and exhilaration. Her lightning-infused attacks surged forth, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of raw power that inspired awe and fear in equal measure.
Liu Wei's steadfast defense provided a solid foundation for their offensive maneuvers. With each strike that landed on his Guardian's Embrace shield, he stood unwavering, a symbol of resilience and protection. His unwavering determination and loyalty to his comrades fueled his every move.
Zhang Yitian, with his Thunderbolt Spear in hand, danced amidst the chaos. His lightning-infused strikes were a blur, leaving only the crackling energy of his attacks in their wake. His Thunderstrike Physique allowed him to harness lightning elemental powers effortlessly, making him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
Together, they formed an unstoppable trio, their synchronized movements and combined powers overwhelming their adversaries. The enemy soldiers, faced with the full force of lightning and earth energies, crumbled under the onslaught.
In the heat of the battle, Liu Yong's relentless assault caught Liu Feng off guard. With a swift motion, Liu Yong summoned a fierce gust of wind, propelling Liu Feng backward and momentarily disorienting him. The force of the wind rattled the tent, sending loose objects flying in its wake.
As Liu Yong closed in on his foe, determination burned brightly in his eyes. With every swing of his Galeblade, he channeled his wind elemental energy, creating a whirlwind of power and fury. Each clash of their swords reverberated through the air, a testament to their unwavering resolve.
Liu Yong's voice rang out amidst the chaos, filled with conviction and a hint of weariness. "This ends here, Liu Feng. Your reign of terror stops now! The lives you've taken will not be forgotten."
Liu Feng, though wounded and taken aback by Liu Yong's relentless assault, mustered his remaining strength. He sneered defiantly, his voice laced with bitterness. "You think you can defeat me, Liu Yong? You're just a pawn in this grand game."
The final clash between the two adversaries was a culmination of years of rivalry and pain. Liu Yong's Galeblade, crackling with wind energy, met Liu Feng's desperate defense. The clash was like a storm unleashed, an explosion of power and determination that seemed to shake the very foundations of the tent.
With a resounding crack, Liu Yong's Galeblade shattered Liu Feng's defense, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The force of the blow sent Liu Feng sprawling to the ground, his sword slipping from his grasp. Blood trickled from his wounds, mirroring the wounds he had inflicted upon others.
Breathing heavily, Liu Yong stood over Liu Feng, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion. His voice was stern and resolute as he addressed his defeated foe. "Your time is up, Liu Feng. It is time to face the consequences of your actions. The suffering you've caused will no longer be allowed to continue."
Liu Feng's eyes flickered with a mix of defeat and defiance. "You may have defeated me, Liu Yong, but others will rise in my place. This is not over."
Liu Yong's gaze remained steady, his resolve unshaken. "We will face whatever challenges come our way. But know this, Liu Feng, justice will prevail, and those who inflict pain and suffering upon others will be held accountable."
Just as Liu Yong stood over the defeated Liu Feng, a sudden shift in the atmosphere sent a chill down his spine. Before he could react, a swift and unexpected attack came from behind. Bishuang Han Wang, another formidable adversary, had arrived on the scene, catching Liu Yong off guard and knocking him back with a powerful strike.
Pain radiated through Liu Yong's body as he realized the dire situation he now faced. Blood trickled from his wounds, but his determination remained unyielding. He knew he couldn't hope to defeat both Liu Feng and Bishuang Han Wang simultaneously. With a firm resolve, he shouted to his comrades, "Mengting, Liu Wei, Zhang Yitian! Leave me and retreat! There's no time to waste!"
Mengting, Liu Wei, and Zhang Yitian, their faces etched with worry and determination, locked eyes with Liu Yong. It was a fleeting moment of understanding, the unspoken acknowledgment of the sacrifices they had all made in their shared journey. With a nod, they turned and dashed out of the encampment, their footsteps echoing with a mixture of urgency and determination.
Liu Yong watched their retreating forms, his heart heavy with the weight of their departure. His eyes burned with determination as he faced the two adversaries before him. "I may be outnumbered, but I won't go down without a fight. Prepare yourselves."
Bishuang Han Wang sneered, his voice laced with arrogance. "You're a fool to challenge us, Liu Yong. Your time has come to an end."
Liu Yong's voice remained steady, his resolve unyielding. "We'll see about that. I may be alone, but I fight with the strength of all those who have suffered at your hands. I will not let your tyranny prevail."
The air crackled with tension as the three combatants squared off. Liu Yong's body ached, but he drew upon his inner reserves of strength and unleashed a flurry of attacks. His Galeblade sliced through the air, a tempest of wind and fury.
Bishuang Han Wang and Liu Feng, however, were relentless in their assault. Their combined strength and experience pressed against Liu Yong, forcing him back with each strike. But Liu Yong refused to yield, his determination shining through the darkness of the encampment.
Amidst the clash of swords and the crackling of energy, the battle raged on. Liu Yong's words echoed through the chaos. "You underestimate me, Bishuang Han Wang, Liu Feng. I may stand alone, but I fight for justice, for those who have suffered because of you."
Bishuang Han Wang laughed, his voice dripping with derision. "Your words mean nothing, Liu Yong. In the end, power is all that matters, and we possess it in abundance."
Liu Yong's voice rang out, filled with defiance. "Power without righteousness is nothing but tyranny. And tyranny will always be challenged."
Despite his determination, the odds were against Liu Yong. His movements slowed, his energy waning. As his strength began to falter, his vision blurred, and he found himself surrounded by darkness.
Mengting, Liu Wei, and Zhang Yitian, now at a safe distance, exchanged worried glances. Their hearts ached for their mentor, their friend. They knew that leaving him behind was the only option, but it didn't make it any easier to bear.
With red eyes and clenched fists, Mengting turned away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Master Liu, we won't forget what you've done for us. We'll find a way to save you, I promise."