Feng Ruoxing's eyes were bloodshot, her aura was紊乱 (wěnluàn, chaotic), and the Dragon Spine twin blades trembled incessantly.

This was a sign that a member of the Feng family was about to collapse.

The Feng family disciples surrounding Feng Ruoxing were still screaming madly.

"Expel Feng Ruoxing from the Feng family!"

"Expel her from the Feng family..."

These words were like countless steel needles, constantly stimulating Feng Ruoxing's nerves.

The Asura within Feng Ruoxing uncontrollably manifested, clutching its head and howling in agony.

Even a powerful destiny like the Asura could not stop the curse's invasion.

Yet, the Feng family continued to recklessly stimulate Feng Ruoxing's nerves.

Old Liu said sternly, "Cover me, I'm going to save Manager Feng."

Xia Mengying, Chen Shuyu, Xiao Ying, Nie Xiaochun, and Qin Xin simultaneously rushed toward the battlefield, only to be blocked by the Feng family.

The Liangjie Tang side, concerned about Feng Ruoxing, dared not launch a ruthless attack on the Feng family, and immediately found themselves at a disadvantage.

The Feng family, however, showed no restraint, unleashing deadly moves and desperately attacking the Liangjie Tang forces.

Old Liu's Thousand Soul Ghost Shadow flashed wildly, but he could not break through the Feng family elders' defense.

A Feng family elder laughed wildly, "Once Feng Ruoxing goes mad, I'll give her the Mad Demon Sword. I want to see just how powerful a mad Asura can be!"

"Fun! This is going to be so much fun!"

Old Liu gritted his teeth and said, "Iron Guards, Ghost Guards, all of you attack! Risk your lives to save Manager Feng."

"Kill if you have to!"

Old Liu could no longer afford to worry about anything else.

If Feng Ruoxing went berserk, half of Liangjie Tang's forces would die in Misty Rain Tower.

In a one-on-one fight, Feng Ruoxing might not be the strongest in Liangjie Tang, but no one in Liangjie Tang could bear to hurt her, and they could only watch helplessly as her Dragon Spine twin blades pierced their hearts.

The battle between the Feng family and Liangjie Tang finally erupted.

Ling moved through the crowd like a ghost. Liangjie Tang automatically made way, and the Feng family experts noticed the flickering figure.

As more than a dozen people surrounded Ling, her palm suddenly exploded with more than a dozen black and white chess pieces.

The Feng family experts didn't take the chess pieces seriously. They didn't even bother using weapons, and laughed as they grabbed the chess pieces with their bare hands.

The chess pieces flying in the air suddenly exploded, transforming into two-meter-tall ghosts and gods, who threw themselves at the Feng family disciples, embracing them tightly and rolling on the ground.

Ling's chess pieces were made from the bones of ghosts and gods. Each piece represented a once formidable ghost or god.

The chess pieces transforming into ghosts was obviously on Ling's orders. They didn't launch a deadly attack on the Feng family, but simply held them tightly and wrestled with them.

In a matter of moments, the Feng family experts were rolling all over the ground.

Strangely, the Feng family members weren't angry at all. Instead, they giggled and wrestled with the ghosts and gods.

It was as if they wouldn't rest until they had pinned all those ghosts and gods down!

Amidst the tumbling figures, Ling weaved and dodged, heading straight for Feng Ruoxing.

Although Feng Ruoxing was on the verge of madness, her battle instincts remained. Noticing someone approaching, she simultaneously unleashed both swords, the sword light sweeping towards Ling's throat.

In the nick of time, Ling leaned backwards, but the chilling sword energy still sheared off half of the hair from her forehead.

As the hair fell, Feng Ruoxing's second sword followed closely behind.

What she didn't notice was that the falling strands of hair, as if controlled by some force, turned into steel needles and pierced towards Feng Ruoxing from all directions.

Ling was gambling with her life!

She knew that Feng Ruoxing's Asura swordsmanship was as fast as lightning, and she couldn't match Feng Ruoxing's speed.

If Ling wanted to save Feng Ruoxing unscathed, she had to gamble that Feng Ruoxing hadn't completely lost her mind and would stop in time.

"Ling, be careful!" Old Liu instantly understood Ling's plan.

He knew that even if Feng Ruoxing didn't stop, Ling's plan would still succeed.

However, only Feng Ruoxing would be saved.

Old Liu wanted to rush to her rescue, but he couldn't keep up with their speed and could only watch helplessly as Feng Ruoxing's twin blades once again approached Ling's throat.

In an instant…

Ling stopped.

Feng Ruoxing also stopped.

Between them remained only a flickering sword light.

The next moment, blood dripped from beneath the sword's edge.

Old Liu took a few steps forward, his legs trembling. "Manager Feng… Commander Ling…"

The usually unshakable Old Liu's voice trembled. If Nie Xiaochun hadn't supported him, this Ghost Dao strategist, who stirred up the Jianghu (martial world), might have already collapsed on the ground.

Nie Xiaochun also spoke with a sob in her voice, "Ling… is Ling alright?"

"Help me over… help me over…" Old Liu muttered to himself as he struggled forward. "Commander Ling, if anything happens to Manager Feng, how am I going to explain it to the Hall Master and Manager Ye!"

"Nothing must happen!"

"Nothing must happen!"

Over there, the Feng family members, still entangled with the ghosts and gods, cackled, "She's dead! She's dead! Hahaha… Liangjie Tang isn't all that great after all!"

"She was killed by Feng Ruoxing."

"Feng Ruoxing is also crazy, she doesn't have to leave the Feng family, that's great, haha…"

Old Liu instantly flew into a rage. "If anything happens to either of them, I'll slaughter your entire Feng family, I swear it."