Fierce Battle Chuixue Sword Style Versus Deadly Thirteen Swords

Fu Menglong—a living legend in the martial arts scene. Sure, she’s a woman, but she’s got more guts and drive than half the guys around. Founder of the Long River Triad, she rose to power along the river, fighting tooth and nail when she was young. All that hustle left her with a bum leg: every time the wind howls, her knees go jelly and she can barely move. Her three foster sons love her to bits, running all over creation hunting for miracle cures. Finally, they track down this Aromatic Jade Pendant from the Herb Boutique—supposed to work wonders for ladies. So, off they go to Bafang City and score the pendant for her.

But hey, life’s a mixed bag—sometimes the good and the bad just snuggle up together. You’re chilling at home, and bam! Trouble drops out of the sky. The Black Masked Assassin swoops in, wipes out the Long River Triad’s legacy, and right here, right now, chops off Fu Menglong’s head in front of the Three Dragons.

The Heavenly Dragon has crashed to earth.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!” Xiang Xiaolong and Wen Hanlong totally lost it. They collapsed to their knees, clutching Fu Menglong’s body and howling their lungs out. No tears, just pure animal grief—like wild beasts too wrecked to even cry. Their screams were bottomless agony, endless hatred, until finally it all boiled over into a furious roar: “I’m gonna kill you, you bastard!!” Their eyes blazed with rage as they leapt up, ready to charge.

“Stop right there!” Someone grabbed them. They struggled but couldn’t break free, then spun around—wait, it was Xiang Xiaolong himself. “What the hell are you doing? Let me go! I have to avenge the boss!”

But Xiang Xiaolong wouldn’t let go. His eyes were so bloodshot they looked ready to bleed, and his grip was so tight his fingers dug into their flesh. He roared back, “No way! If we rush in now, we’ll just make things worse—we’re way out of our league!” He slapped himself hard, gritted his teeth, and growled, “Wait for it, wait for a chance, wait for the perfect moment to hit him hard! Right now, we can only count on Jack Young!”

Right in front of them, Jack Young and the Black Masked Assassin were already throwing down. The fight was so fast and furious, the three of them could barely keep up—let alone jump in and help.

“Uh—” Xiang Xiaolong stared at Fang Hailong, then at the two fighters in the distance. He clenched his fist and thumped his chest hard, grabbed Wen Hanlong, and started hustling outside. “Yeah, let’s go—there’s nothing else we can do right now!”

Wen Hanlong got dragged away, but he fought back, stretching his hand toward the battlefield and yelling with everything he had: “Jack Young! You gotta win, man!”

The wind howled, the sky went dark, and pale lightning flashed everywhere—thunder cracking in every direction. In the flicker of each bolt, Jack Young and the Black Masked Assassin fought like maniacs. Jack knew brute force wasn’t the smartest move right now. Fu Menglong, the Dream Dragon King, was a top-tier boss, but she got insta-killed by some freaky trick. The Black Masked Assassin was obviously on a whole other level of scary.