He had previously only speculated that the Myriad Beast Valley could not possibly let Lv Guanhong join the ranks under King Balman so easily. However, he hadn't anticipated that the one to confront Lü Taian would be that very young man from the Central Plains. When the two met, they didn't hesitate at all and immediately began to fight. He crouched on the rooftop of a courtyard, his gaze hidden and darting left and right, because of his own experiences and martial arts skills, he had already recognized many familiar faces in the vicinity. The subordinates of the Great General were there, as well as experts from various other factions. This time, Lv Guanhong's actions were like a giant rock being thrown into a pond, causing many ripples. Both the commanders under King Balman and the experts from other factions would inevitably have their interests affected, so it was perfectly normal for them to be intently watching that secluded courtyard. Xu Chuanjun withdrew his thoughts. Cautiously looking forward, he saw in the open space two blurry figures entwined with each other, their moves fierce and decisive, killing intent piercing, the speed extremely fast. Even with his martial arts, he could only see afterimages. If he were to face such an attack, he absolutely wouldn't be able to react in time and couldn't help but hold his breath. Where everyone's eyes were focused, the two had already exchanged more than seventy bouts without a decisive outcome. As the fight intensified, Wang Anfeng sensed a hint of sweet and bloody scent, his gaze turning cold. His right hand shook slightly, the Qi Mechanism of the Divine Weapon surged instantly, elevating his own Qi Mechanism status. The blade light soared, nearly supplanting the moonlight. With one slash, the old man who had been evenly matched with him suddenly had a drastic change in expression, his body twisting to avoid contact with the blade edge, steering clear of the descending blade light, cold sweat beading on his forehead. At that moment, behind Wang Anfeng, a purple figure suddenly erupted like a specter, swiftly advancing. Having already retracted his saber, Wang Anfeng stood in place, his eyes slightly shifting, seeing under the moonlight a beautiful face with long and alluring eyes, a beauty mole at the corner of her mouth, employing a Palm Technique aiming at his back. The youth's garment fluttered. The Great Elder of Myriad Beast Valley had just caught a breath when he saw the cold-faced young man raise his hand, right hand holding the saber as the left one struck back with force, causing a ripple of Qi, evidently from extraordinary martial arts. A slight smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth, which hadn't yet fully formed before it froze and warped. Their palms met, Qi waves surged. The woman in purple, harboring deadly poison, almost instantly retreated several meters as if touched by fire, her face white as a sheet, while the breaths of the owners of the hidden pairs of eyes around suddenly halted. Wang Anfeng still stood in place, right hand holding saber, left hand behind his back, saying lightly: "So this is all your level amounts to?" "Then, it's my turn to make a move." Xu Chuanjun's eyes widened, the blade light in his pupils sharp, refusing to dissipate for a long time, rendering his body stiff, taking several breaths to come to his senses, his first reaction being to restrain his aura, turning away with the quietest and fastest speed. His heart pounded wildly. That dazzling and domineering blade light awakened the deepest level in his memory, leading to boundless terror welling up in his heart. Must leave, leave quickly... His breathing was almost in disarray. In the mind of this calm strategist, that blade light was like moonlight, becoming increasingly bright and cold, carrying the heavy and unshakeable scent of blood from his memory, filling where his knowledge once was with only two words. Back at the original place, the elder and the woman in purple exchanged a glance, their expressions subtly changing, then suddenly retreated explosively, now moving significantly faster than when they came, clearly having held back when previously fighting. The other martial artists from various factions present couldn't immediately spot the issue but also realized the sharpness of that final slash and quickly retreated as well. A deeper probe was on the brink of exploding, yet it dispersed in an instant. Almost in a blink, only Wang Anfeng was left at the original site. He lifted the curved saber in his hand, under the moonlight, the blade edge of this hundred-times forged saber already showing fine cracks, likely unable to withstand another bout. Sighing silently, he sheathed the curved saber. At this moment, Wang Anfeng's expression subtly changed, lifting his hand to see, his left palm had turned a dark purple, although it was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, the poison was still taking effect, causing a faint dizziness in his brain, his vision blurred, groggy and difficult to think. Based on the pre-judgment made before he came, he performed his movement technique and swiftly left the area, the poison beginning to take full effect, Wang Anfeng couldn't even care about recognizing the direction but just followed the thoughts he remembered from when he came, reaching a secluded spot, and then hid himself, employing his skills to dispel the poison. Because of the robust effect of the Mixed Yuan Body, even that potent poison was gradually being dispelled by him. After about a quarter of an hour, the deep purple-black in his palm gradually faded, returning to its original appearance, and the dizziness, the difficulty in thinking, also dispersed, logic and awareness settling from the clouds to the reality. Wang Anfeng exhaled deeply, feeling the Vital Energy enclosed being gradually absorbed by himself, unconsciously breaking out a slight cold sweat on his forehead—if the opponent hadn't suffered more damage compared to himself, he might have been in a dangerous situation at this moment.