Listening to Dong Qiankun's outbursts, Qin Feng wasn't at all annoyed—he was actually delighted, smiling and saying, "Dong, you're not even my match. How can you possibly kill me?" He didn't rush to engage in a prolonged battle but instead stepped aside with his flying sword, continuously launching bombs. Members of the Xiao Yao Sect began to appear, including several masters at the Ji Mi stage. These individuals either directed their flying swords or employed spells, successfully neutralizing most of the bombs. Man, I completely forgot about their numbers. Qin, the young master, promptly abandoned his free-fall bomb attacks and switched to a diving assault—this added an extra burst of speed to his attacks, with a clear focus on the main hall. Boom, boom... This new style of attack proved quite novel to the Xio Yao Sect's elite masters. They were immediately taken aback and began to feel disoriented. Dong Gqian had pursued Qin Shao for so long without ever touching even a single hair of his, yet he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget the bombs—we'll take him down together!" Everyone suddenly realized that as long as they dealt with the culprit, the entire situation would be secure. Immediately, they formed a tight encirclement. No wonder they were from the same sect— their coordination was seamless. Four flying swords surged from different angles, while a total of seven or eight offensive spells poured over Qin Shao in a coordinated assault. Seeing the situation growing dire, Qin Feng smiled slightly, thinking, "You all are so ungenerous—going for a group attack? Fine, I'm not playing along anymore." With a flash of movement, he vanished. The four swords missed their mark, and the seven or eight spells all failed. Dong Gqian was furious, shouting in a hysterical tone, "Qin Feng! You're always acting like a turtle that pulls its head in! Show yourself! We're not done until one of us is dead!" In the small pavilion, Qin Shao lay among the girls, his head resting on Su Wu’s white leg, looking utterly content. Ling'er pointed to the image projected into the air, her voice sweet and lively. "Big bad husband, Dong-family is scolding you!" "I don't care," he replied with a smile. "Last time, he himself chose to run away with his head buried in his hands—how could he even have the face to blame me? And it's a full-on group attack, not just a single complaint. I'm not even sure what's going on!" "Hm, that's true," Ling'er agreed. "Shall we take action now? The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect stationed outside to gather intelligence must be numerous. With all these top talents focused on our base, I think this is a perfect opportunity!" Qin Shao, indeed, proved to be remarkably sharp. He gave a cheerful pat to Chen Yue’s thigh and said, "Let's do it—though you all must stay alert. Should any danger arise, either retreat immediately or send a signal!" All the girls nodded in agreement. As for Su Wu, she remained behind—after all, Qin Shao simply loved the feeling of Outside, Dong Guankun ranted without any image or decorum, going on until his voice was nearly hoarse before he finally stopped. Everyone stared at each other, completely unprepared for the sudden loss of direction, yet they remained more composed than the abbot—what good would it do to scold people who had simply vanished? Dong Guankun took a deep breath and began assigning tasks: "You three will handle the northern defenses. You four head south. And you others—don't just stand around. Keep a close eye on the main hall. That young man might suddenly appear at any moment and catch us off guard..." Huff... A gust of chilly wind swept through, instantly tightening everyone's nerves. Yet, nothing dangerous happened. Everyone exhaled in relief, still puzzled as to what had exactly transpired. In the small pavilion, Su Wu massaged his head while saying, "Worst husband, those people are already on edge thanks to you. If you give them two more such episodes, they'll definitely break down!" "Indeed." "Qin, smiling mischievously, said, "That's a sure thing—don't you think your strategy is excellent, husband?" "Of course! There's no doubt—my villainous husband is the best!" For men, nothing compares to the sweetest words a beloved woman can offer. Though Qin, a man of the world, couldn't help being touched by such praise, he would have certainly rewarded Su, the beautiful woman, with a full night of making love on the bed, had it not been for the pressing matters outside. The previous gusts of wind were caused by his quick back-and-forth movements inside the small dian; due to his swift actions, no one had ever caught sight of him. Fifteen minutes later, the second time. One hour later, the third. Each time the wind blew, the people outside grew tense, until by the fourth occurrence, one of them, overwhelmed with anxiety, accidentally struck his flying sword against his senior colleague, earning a sharp look of disapproval. Dong Guankun's face was as stern as iron. He couldn't figure out what Qin Feng was up to, though deep down he sensed that things were going to take a turn for the worse. By the sixth time, no one took it seriously anymore. By the seventh, even Dong Guankun had grown used to it. Half an hour later, Qin Feng suddenly appeared thirty meters above the main hall's roof, hurling down a cluster bomb—centered with a depleted uranium penetrator, surrounded by three high-explosive shells and three incendiary shells. This was a cluster bomb Qin had invented during his most boring moments, particularly effective against fixed targets. He had thrown it with full force, and the several elite fighters stationed around the main hall were completely unprepared. When they saw Qin Feng, the bomb had already exploded. Boom! Flames surged skyward, shrapnel darting and sweeping through the air and flames. The grand hall, which could be described as magnificent and imposing, was nearly reduced to rubble in an instant, fated to become a heap of ruins. Dong Gqian's face turned the color of the bottom of a pot, and he shouted, "Seal him in! Kill him! Don't let him escape!" A group of people immediately surrounded him. Qin, with a swift movement, reappeared beside the small tripod and once again lay down on Su Wu's lap. Su, continuing to massage his head, asked, "Husband, won't this be rather unfair to them? They're nearly going crazy!" He smiled and replied, "When dealing with people who don't uphold the principles of the martial world, you have to think outside the box—after all, they launched a group attack first!" Su then said something that wasn't very kind: "If they hadn't launched a group attack, would you have even considered the principles of the martial world?" "Uh." Qin Sha was almost choked by this sentence. What is the concept of chivalry in the martial world? I've always treated it as something entirely insignificant. Well, I admit that—but that only proves I'm not a rigid, pedantic person, heh. Seeing that he was about to defend his own reasoning, Su Beauty stepped in first and said, "You'd better not explain anymore. I can almost predict every word you're going to say. What I'd like to emphasize is that 'the evil person will eventually be worn down by another evil person'—that's actually a positive expression, isn't it?"