David Thompson saw that he couldn’t find any weakness in the protective circle of the Floating Cloud Belt, so he directly slashed at it with the Dragon Patterned Blade.

　　Thus, in midair, the two mid-grade spiritual artifacts clashed repeatedly, erupting with booming sounds in the void, making Henry Bolton's ears ache from not far away. Occasionally, sparks could be seen flickering at the point where the two artifacts collided.

　　“Hahaha…” Suddenly, David Thompson's attacks became even more ferocious, like a raging storm, swiftly hacking and thrusting at Fairy Lane's Floating Cloud Belt, forcing her to retreat again and again.

　　As time went on, David Thompson's attacks grew increasingly fierce, while Fairy Lane kept falling back—victory and defeat were now only moments away.

　　At this point, the ten rounds David Thompson had mentioned had already passed, but he gave Fairy Lane no chance to catch her breath. Relying on his deep cultivation at the late stage of Qi Refining, he was determined to kill Fairy Lane right here.

　　The Floating Cloud Belt used by Grace Lane was originally a control-type spiritual artifact, while David Thompson was extremely experienced in combat and his cultivation surpassed Grace Lane's, which is why he was able to seize such an advantage.

　　Besides, someone who had only been cultivating for five years compared to a cultivator with fifteen years of experience—such a gap was obvious. The fact that Fairy Lane could hold out until now was already impressive. If it had been Henry Bolton, he would probably have lost his life after just a few exchanges.

　　“Pa! Pa!” David Thompson laughed wildly, raising the Dragon Patterned Blade high before bringing it down hard onto the Floating Cloud Belt, nearly causing Grace Lane to fall to the ground. A flush of red appeared on Fairy Lane's fair face, indicating she had already suffered some internal injuries.

　　David Thompson grew excited, raising the Dragon Patterned Blade once more, preparing to put in extra effort to kill Fairy Lane here.

　　But just then, a flying sword suddenly shot over from the distance, stabbing toward David Thompson like lightning.

　　David Thompson's expression changed dramatically. He quickly withdrew his Dragon Patterned Blade to shield his chest—if he didn’t, he would have been killed by the opponent’s attack as well.

　　Gazing darkly into the distance, he saw a handsome man in white, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, riding the wind to stand in front of Fairy Lane, looking over with a faint smile.

Chapter 010: Mysterious Ore

　　“Brian King!” David Thompson looked unkindly at the white-robed man flying over.

　　Off to the side, Henry Bolton took note. This white-robed man, Brian King, was also one of the outstanding inner disciples of Xianyun Sect, his strength definitely not inferior to David Thompson, and he was one of Fairy Lane's suitors.

　　“Madman Thompson, don’t you feel any shame? What did Junior Sister Lane ever do to offend you, that you would go so far as to try to kill her?”

　　Brian King stood upright beside Grace Lane, facing off against David Thompson without backing down.

　　“Fine, fine! You pair of adulterers, I, David Thompson, will never let you off!”

　　A look of resolve appeared on David Thompson's face. He spat out a harsh threat, then quickly rode the wind away. He wasn’t stupid enough to take on two cultivators at or above the mid-stage of Qi Refining at the same time.

　　“Junior Sister Lane, are you alright? It was my fault for arriving late and frightening you. Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, that lunatic won’t be able to harm a single hair on your head.”

　　Brian King eagerly tried to impress Fairy Lane, secretly wishing Madman Thompson would come back to cause trouble so he could show off in front of this beauty.

　　“Senior brother, you worry too much. I’m fine, just a bit shaken, but I’ve already recovered.” Fairy Lane kept a proper distance from Brian King, her expression calm as she spoke.

　　In the distance, Henry Bolton cursed under his breath, quickly slipping away and flying toward Fangyun Mountain on his Wuling Sword. He didn’t want to be mistaken by Brian King as an accomplice of Madman Thompson.

　　“Brother, please wait a moment.” Brian King quickly formed a few hand seals, and the mid-grade spiritual artifact Flying Ling Sword in his hand shot past Henry Bolton, blocking his escape route.

　　Henry Bolton cursed inwardly—just what he was afraid of had happened. Once he mastered his “perverse technique,” he’d definitely get his revenge. For now, he could only swallow his frustration.

　　With no other choice, Henry Bolton braced himself and turned to face Fairy Lane and Brian King.

　　Fairy Lane still wore a calm expression, her orchid-like, tranquil eyes sizing him up, her thoughts unreadable. Brian King, on the other hand, looked at Henry Bolton with a hint of mockery.

　　Henry Bolton understood that either of these two could easily take his life. Although this was Fangyun Mountain and they wouldn’t kill him, teaching him a lesson would be all too easy.

　　“So it’s Junior Brother Foster.” Brian King actually recognized Henry Bolton, or at least the name of the original owner of this body.

　　Henry Bolton wasn’t surprised. After all, they were all inner disciples who had cultivated on the mountain for over a decade. Besides, Edward Foster wasn’t exactly unknown in Fangyun Mountain—at least in the Windwalker Sect, he was somewhat famous.

　　“Haha, Senior Brother King, I’ve heard much about you.” Henry Bolton said with a forced smile. Since they all cultivated on Fangyun Mountain, disciples from the three sects usually addressed each other as senior or junior brothers.

　　With a curious look, Brian King asked, “Just now, when Madman Thompson was attacking Junior Sister Lane, why didn’t you step in to help? Could it be that Brother Foster could bear to see a lady like Junior Sister Lane bullied, or are you in league with Madman Thompson?”