Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 970: Breaking the Formation

Song Qingshu furrowed his brow. At this moment, he needed to treat Xiao Longnu’s injuries and could not afford to be distracted. He turned to the people beside him and said, “Mr. Ouyang, Mr. Qiu, I trouble you with this.”

Ouyang Feng’s face was dark. Although he had not yet decided how to deal with Yang Guo, Xiao Longnu was, after all, half his future daughter-in-law. Seeing her so severely injured by the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen only added fuel to the fire, as he already had a grudge against the Quanzhen Sect. He coldly declared, “No one from the Quanzhen Sect will leave here alive today!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged towards the Five Disciples of Quanzhen. Qiu Chuji and the others were immediately alarmed and quickly formed a defensive formation. They had just suffered a significant loss against Xiao Longnu when they were unarmed, so as soon as they had the chance, they all grabbed their weapons, making it easier to deal with the more skilled Ouyang Feng.

Years ago, Tan Chuduan had died at Ouyang Feng’s hands, and the Heavenly Big Dipper Formation had been broken. Later, after Ma Yu passed away, only five of the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen remained. To counter top-tier experts, they had chosen the strongest disciples from the third generation, Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing, as substitutes. Although their power did not match that of the true Seven Disciples of Quanzhen working together, they at least filled the gaps in the Heavenly Big Dipper Formation.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zhijing had died, and Yin Zhiping had been pierced through the chest by Xiao Longnu’s sword, leaving him barely clinging to life. Qiu Chuji and the others had no choice but to call upon Wang Zhitian and Li Zhichang to take their place. Fortunately, all members of the Quanzhen Sect practiced the Heavenly Big Dipper Formation diligently, so despite the rush, they managed to maintain their composure.

Once the Heavenly Big Dipper Formation was established, the situation changed dramatically. “Tianquan” and “Yuheng” faced the enemy head-on, while “Tianji” and “Kaiyang” launched side attacks. Behind them, “Yaoguang” and “Tianxuan” also joined the fray.

Ouyang Feng unleashed four strikes, deflecting the palm forces of the four, but his brow furrowed. If the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen were to fight individually, he could easily defeat them. However, now that he was engaged with their combined palm forces, the situation was entirely different. Each of their strikes carried immense power, far beyond what they could achieve when fighting separately. He immediately unleashed the “Spirit Snake Fist Technique,” darting around the formation, his movements agile, with palm shadows flying.

Years ago, he had witnessed Huang Yaoshi being flustered and overwhelmed by the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen in Niujia Village. Now, experiencing it himself, he realized just how perilous the situation Huang Yaoshi had faced was.

“Wang Chongyang truly is a divine figure. The Heavenly Big Dipper Formation he left behind allows even his incompetent disciples to contend with top-tier experts,” he thought, feeling both hatred and respect for Wang Chongyang. He hated that Wang had faked his death and broken his Toad Style Martial Art, but he respected the other’s extraordinary skills, which were indeed the best he had seen in years.

“Ah!” A wave of gasps erupted in the hall. Many disciples were watching the battle, and as they saw the eight fighters clashing, they gradually became dizzy, the world spinning around them. They could not tell how many Ouyang Fengs were rushing about. Those disciples with insufficient cultivation suddenly felt darkness before their eyes and fell backward, with many fainting.

The Five Disciples of Quanzhen, along with Li Zhichang and Wang Zhitian, firmly held their positions, fighting with all their might. They knew that if even one of them became slightly distracted, none would survive today, and the Quanzhen Sect would be doomed.

Ouyang Feng, however, was secretly lamenting. If he had made a decisive move earlier and killed one or two of the opponents, the Heavenly Big Dipper Formation would have been rendered ineffective. He had thought that Tan Chuduan and Ma Yu were dead, which made him somewhat overconfident, leading to his current inability to secure a victory.

Both sides were in a difficult position, unable to retreat, and had to exert all their strength to maneuver. For over half an hour, Ouyang Feng changed his martial arts techniques dozens of times, but he could only manage a stalemate.

The Seven Disciples of Quanzhen were also exerting themselves to the limit, shouting and coordinating with each other. Steam rose from their heads, and their robes were soaked with sweat.

Seeing this, Qiu Qianren shouted, “Brother Ouyang, I will lend you a hand!”

The Five Disciples of Quanzhen secretly groaned. They were already struggling to deal with Ouyang Feng alone, and now with Qiu Qianren joining, there seemed to be no hope left.

Fortunately, there were many Quanzhen disciples in the hall. Seeing the situation, they quickly drew their long swords to block Qiu Qianren. Although their martial arts were far inferior to Ouyang Feng’s, they had the advantage of numbers, forming their own Heavenly Big Dipper Formation. For a moment, Qiu Qianren could not gain the upper hand.

Hearing Qiu Qianren’s call, Ouyang Feng angrily retorted, “Who asked for your help!”

He was a proud person. If he were dealing with experts of the same level, like Huang Yaoshi, he would not mind teaming up with Qiu Qianren to eliminate them. However, the Five Disciples of Quanzhen were all his juniors, and Li Zhichang and Wang Zhitian were even younger. As the Western Poison, if he needed help to deal with these people, it would tarnish his reputation.

After fighting for so long, Ouyang Feng gradually found a way to break through. Although Li Zhichang and Wang Zhitian were outstanding among the third-generation disciples, their martial arts were still too inferior compared to the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen. This led to a slight sense of awkwardness in their formation’s coordination. At first, it was not apparent, but after such a long engagement, Ouyang Feng’s keen eyesight had already seen through it.

Suddenly, he feigned a weakness, luring Li Zhichang into an aggressive attack. Then, he turned and struck him with a palm. The Five Disciples of Quanzhen were alarmed and rushed to rescue him. The Heavenly Big Dipper Formation relied on mutual support, and although Ouyang Feng’s attack was fierce, they were confident they could protect Li Zhichang safely.

Little did they know, Ouyang Feng’s initial attack was merely a feint. Once he had drawn the attention of the Five Disciples of Quanzhen, he swiftly dodged and appeared before Wang Zhitian at the far end.

Wang Zhitian was taken aback and hurriedly raised his sword to meet him, but it was too late.

With a thud, he flew back like a broken sandbag. If not for Ouyang Feng’s concern for the counterattack behind him, that palm strike alone could have taken Wang Zhitian’s life. Even so, Wang Zhitian was severely injured and no longer had the ability to fight.

In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Feng broke through the opponent’s Heavenly Big Dipper Formation, and the Jin Dynasty group erupted in loud cheers.

Song Qingshu turned to Daiqisi and Pucha Qiucao beside him and said, “Let’s head down the mountain first.”

At this moment, he regretted being overconfident and not bringing the three thousand elite soldiers up the mountain, which led to being surrounded. Of course, if not for Xiao Longnu’s urgent need for treatment, he, along with Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren, would have been enough to take down the Quanzhen Sect.

As they moved toward the hall’s entrance, a Daoist shouted, “Don’t let them escape!” These Daoists could see clearly that Song Qingshu was the leader of the Jin Dynasty’s expedition. If they could capture him, whether it was Ouyang Feng and the other experts or the three thousand elite soldiers below, they would hesitate to act. If they unfortunately let him escape and he organized an army to attack the mountain, the Quanzhen Sect would likely be destroyed today.

Song Qingshu looked around and saw flashes of sword light everywhere. Every seven Daoists formed a team, densely surrounding him and his companions at the core. Seven of the more skilled Daoists combined their swords to contend with a top-tier expert. At this moment, he was surrounded by what felt like hundreds of top-tier experts, all poised with their swords.