Dongfang Yao's attacks were never intended to take lives.
Rather, it was to force the opponent back and protect themselves.
It combines offense with defense, and defense with offense, forming a unique style.
On the field, after a round of quick attacks failed, Dongfang Yaohao turned her wrist and her sword stance suddenly changed.
Instead of launching a preemptive attack, she focused on herself and created a dense web of swords.
Starlight twinkles, sword shadows abound.
The sword net acted like a barrier, protecting her firmly within it.
A hint of approval flashed in Chen Xin's eyes. He also changed his moves, and the Seven Kill Sword Intent emanated from his fingertips, transforming into invisible sword energies that pierced towards the sword net.
However, those domineering sword energies, upon contact with the sword net, vanished like mud oxen entering the sea, weakened and dissolved layer by layer by the seemingly weak starlight, ultimately disappearing without a trace.
"good!"
Chen Xin couldn't help but let out a low shout, his eyes gleaming.
He withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and did not make another move.
Dongfang Yao also stopped, sheathed her sword and stood up, slightly out of breath, with a fine layer of fragrant sweat on her forehead.
She looked at her master with some nervousness, wondering if her performance had satisfied him.
After all, she knew very well that she had not followed her master's teachings on the Seven Kill Sword Technique exactly, but had instead embarked on her own path.
"Yao'er".
Looking at his most prized disciple, Chen Xin's usually stern face revealed a hint of gratified smile.
"It seems you have found your own 'path'."
Upon hearing her master's affirmation, Dongfang Yao's eyes lit up instantly, her little face filled with surprise.
She nodded firmly and said in a resolute tone, "Yes, Master! My path is to protect! My sword is not for killing, but for protecting my companions, protecting my family, protecting... my beloved brother!"
"This Star Guardian Sword may not be as sharp as the Seven Kill Sword, but it is just as indestructible!"
"Good! Well said!"
Chen Xin laughed heartily, his laughter filled with joy and pride.
"The sword is born to protect! Killing is merely a means of protection! If you understand this, you have already surpassed 99% of the swordsmen in the world! As your teacher, I have a worthy successor!"
He looked at Dongfang Yao as if she were a piece of uncut jade that had already shone with dazzling brilliance, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
The onlookers, watching the master and apprentice pair, couldn't help but smile knowingly.
However,
Just when the atmosphere was peaceful.
Ah Yin, who had been sitting quietly beside Brigitte, suddenly narrowed her gentle eyes.
Her gaze instantly shifted to a certain direction on the outer wall of the academy.
Those eyes, usually so gentle and tender, were now filled with a chilling, murderous intent!
A mouse she hated most sneaked into her territory.
However, the next moment, the aura that she loathed seemed to have sensed her gaze and, like a frightened bird, quickly disappeared into the distance.
"A-Yin, what's wrong?"
Brigitte, who was beside her, noticed her unusual behavior and asked with concern.
Ah Yin withdrew her gaze, the murderous intent in her eyes instantly vanished, and she returned to her gentle and graceful demeanor.
She shook her head at Brigitte and said softly, "It's nothing, just a mouse."
...
Outside the high walls of Purple Star Academy, a figure wearing a tattered cloak staggered back a few steps, leaned against the wall, and gasped for breath.
Beneath the cloak's shadow was a weathered and haggard face—it was Tang Hao.
"Ah Yin…"
Because Tang Hao had been following Tang San, he naturally knew that Ah Yin worked at the Jadeite Medical Clinic and lived at Purple Star Academy.
He was extremely eager to reunite with Ah Yin.
However, the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor were also present.
He has now lost an arm, and his soul power has dropped to the Soul Douluo level. Moreover, his old injuries have not healed, so he is no match for them at all.
After learning that Dongfang Jing had left the academy alone, Tang Hao considered killing Dongfang Jing, but he couldn't even find out where Dongfang Jing had gone.
At this moment, Tang Hao tightly clutched his chest with his only remaining arm, his face filled with pain and disbelief.
Just a moment ago, he felt an extremely cold killing intent.
Like ancient ice, it completely froze him from head to toe.
That murderous intent was both so familiar and so strange.
The familiarity stemmed from the fact that the source of that aura was his beloved, whom he longed for day and night—A-Yin.
The feeling of unfamiliarity stemmed from the fact that he had never imagined that Ah Yin, who was so gentle and kind that she wouldn't even step on an ant, would exude such pure and undisguised killing intent towards him!
Why?
Why is that?
Tang Hao's heart was roaring wildly.
He originally thought that it was that kid named Dongfang Jing who had used some despicable means to control Ah Yin's mind.
But right now, Dongfang Jing isn't even at the academy!
Ah Yin's hatred for him, however, came from the bottom of her heart!
"Could it be...could it be that you really no longer love me, no longer love our son?"
Just thinking about Ah Yin's cold and resolute eyes...
Tang Hao's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing him unbearable pain.
He couldn't understand it.
Twenty years of waiting, twenty years of protection, only to be met with the betrayal and enmity of a beloved?
A tremendous sense of grief and desolation overwhelmed him completely.
He wandered the streets of Tiandou City like a walking corpse, lost and dejected.
The surrounding hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him.
His world was filled with nothing but darkness and despair.
Unbeknownst to him, he had walked into a dark and secluded alley.
The alley was quiet, a world apart from the bustling traffic outside.
His cloudy old eyes scanned the surroundings numbly.
He wanted to find a place to get completely drunk, preferably to remain drunk forever.
However, as he walked deeper into the alley, a discordant bright color appeared before him.
Several shops with pink lanterns hanging above their entrances had scantily clad women standing at the doorways, striking seductive poses for the sparse passersby.
This place appears to be a brothel in Tiandou City that specializes in prostitution.
Tang Hao's brows furrowed unconsciously.
Although he was dejected, deep down he was still the proud Haotian Douluo.
I've always looked down on places like this.
He was about to turn and leave.
But at that moment, his gaze was drawn to the figure standing in front of one of the shops.
It was a woman in a blue dress, who looked quite young, standing somewhat nervously at the door, as if she had just arrived and was not yet used to it.
She has long, smooth blue hair.
In the dim light, that blue hair looked exactly like the seaweed-like hair Ah Yin had when she took human form in my memory.
And her profile even bears a striking resemblance to Ah Yin!
boom!
Tang Hao's mind went completely blank for a moment.
All reason, all pride, were washed away at this moment by the surging longing and alcohol.
The world in his eyes began to blur.
The figure of the blue-haired woman in front of him gradually overlapped with the image of Ah Yin in his memory.
"Ah... Silver..."
He let out a dreamlike murmur.
As if possessed, he took a step and walked towards the woman, one step at a time.
His steps were somewhat unsteady and unsteady.
Every step felt like walking on clouds.
The blue-haired woman also noticed the one-armed middle-aged man who was walking over.
Seeing his distraught appearance and his eyes filled with complex emotions, she instinctively felt a sense of fear and shrank back.
But Tang Hao seemed oblivious to her fear.
He simply walked up to her, stopped, and stared at her with his cloudy eyes, mesmerized.
"Ah Yin... is that you?"
Not far behind Tang Hao, Dai Mubai was embracing two beautiful young women, preparing to enter the hotel for a game.
But he soon noticed the one-armed middle-aged man in front of him, and felt that he was very familiar with him.
Dai Mubai quickly recalled the events, somewhat taken aback, watching the man and the blue-haired woman walk into the shop, a sense of unease creeping into his heart:
'He seems to be... the mistress's father? Is... this true?'
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