Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 138 Hengshan Storm: Zhong Renwang uses tricks frequently, Shi Feiyang fearlessly breaks the deadlock
The nuns of the Hengshan School witnessed the shocking reversal of the situation with their own eyes. Shi Feiyang was like a divine soldier descending from the sky. With his extraordinary martial arts and powerful strength, he defeated the powerful enemy.

Their cheers and cries of joy intertwined together, echoing for a long time on the top of Hengshan Mountain, just like a heart-stirring grand celebration.

The voice was filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster, like a stream breaking through the ice in spring, rushing endlessly, full of vitality and vigor.

Their cheeks flushed with excitement, as brilliant as the sunset glow on the horizon. Their clear laughter pierced the cold air, like the melodious song of a yellow oriole in spring, adding a touch of warmth to the bleak winter day.

The two pretty nuns, Liangran and Ruoran, narrowly escaped from the brink of life and death, and now they are hugging each other tightly.

Their bodies trembled slightly, tears welled up in their eyes, but they stubbornly refused to fall.

These tears contained both the fear of surviving the disaster and the deep gratitude and admiration for Shi Feiyang.

The appearance of Shi Feiyang was like a ray of dawn piercing the darkness. It not only saved the Hengshan Sect from danger, but also planted the seeds of hope in their hearts, making them firmly believe that under Shi Feiyang's protection, the Hengshan Sect will surely usher in a new spring of hope.

The disciples of Hengshan School gathered around like stars surrounding the moon, and they talked one after another, all of them praising Shi Feiyang.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and admiration, as if Shi Feiyang was a god descended from the sky, emitting a dazzling light all over his body, making people want to get closer and explore.

Yet, amidst this lively and jubilant atmosphere, Yi Li seemed to be standing out, completely out of place. She stood quietly among the crowd, like a solitary orchid in a valley, isolated from the world. Her gaze was fixed on Shi Feiyang, the familiar figure that captivated her heart.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, like a colorful yet slightly messy painting.

There is sincere admiration for Shi Feiyang's superb martial arts, but also a hint of sadness that is hard to conceal; there is deep attachment to the time they spent together in the past, but also a hint of helplessness and determination in facing reality.

Ellie slowly raised her hand, smooth as mutton-fat jade, her movements so gentle, as if afraid to disturb the dust in the air, and quietly sheathed the gleaming sword in her hand. This seemingly simple action was tinged with an immense sense of desolation. As she sheathed the sword, she also attempted to bury her fiery heart. Then, she silently turned, and with light, lotus-like steps, she walked towards the cave.

Her back looked particularly thin and lonely in the howling cold wind, as if she was a dead leaf caught in the wind, about to fall.

Her steps were slow and heavy, each one carrying a heavy weight, as if carrying the unspeakable sorrow and struggle deep within her heart. Her heart was like a pot of mixed emotions, her reluctance to part with Shi Feiyang and her determination to break up were intertwined and strained, leaving her in excruciating pain.

She knew very well that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Shi Feiyang, namely Liu Tingting. It was the cruel arrangement of fate and the reality she had to face.

Ellie walked into the cave silently, and her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a lonely and desolate silhouette, which made people feel pity.

Seeing her beloved disciple so depressed, Master Chixia was filled with worry and heartache.

She hurriedly followed Ellie into the cave. Inside, the light was as dim as ink, with a faint glow flickering on the stone walls, seemingly about to go out at any moment, adding a touch of melancholy to the oppressive atmosphere.

Nun Chixia walked over to Yili, extended her warm, yet rough, hand, gently grasped it, and said softly, "Yili, please do not be sad any longer. You have shaved your head to become a nun, severing your three thousand strands of worry and leaving this worldly world behind. I only hope that your heart, like your hair and skin, can completely transcend the world's troubles and find inner peace."

Her voice was soft and kind, like a spring breeze, gently brushing through Ellie's heart and bringing a brief warmth.

However, Ellie just shook her head gently, tears welling up in her eyes, as if they would burst out at any time.

In her heart, her reluctance to part with Shi Feiyang surged like a surging tide, recalling every moment she had spent with Shi Feiyang in the past.

The hardships they had experienced together, the happy times they had spent together, were like bright stars, gleaming in her heart, making it hard for her to let go of this deep feeling. She stared at Shi Feiyang with eyes filled with attachment and helplessness, her lips trembling slightly, a thousand words welling up in her heart, but it was like a lump in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Outside the cave, Li Qiu Shui was like an enraged mad beast, still throwing the small flying knife recklessly.

Her eyes were filled with madness and resentment, and that look seemed to be able to burn people.

Her hands danced quickly, like a pair of rapidly spinning windmills. "Swish, swish, swish," the small flying knife flew towards Shi Feiyang like black lightning, carrying a deadly aura.

The flying knife cut through the air, making a sharp and piercing "whoosh" sound, as if it was going to cut the cold air into pieces.

Shi Feiyang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when facing this ugly, old and vicious old woman.

He looked at Li Qiushui's extremely crazy behavior and secretly sighed that the world of martial arts is so big that there are really all kinds of strange things.

This old woman in front of me is obviously at an absolute disadvantage, but she is still so stubborn and overestimating her own abilities. I really don’t know where she gets the courage from.

Then, Shi Feiyang activated the seventh level of Mingyu Gong, and in an instant, the aura around him suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption.

His whole body was filled with surging true energy, like a rushing river, forming a huge vortex of true energy.

The vortex was like a mysterious and deep black hole, emitting a powerful suction force, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it.

The moment Li Qiushui's flying knives approached Shi Feiyang, they were pulled by an invisible hand and sucked into the vortex of true energy. The knives spun rapidly within the vortex, colliding with each other and making a clanging sound like a noisy metallic symphony. Soon, they were rolled into a bundle of twisted scrap metal.

Seeing this, Li Qiushui's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

She never expected that this seemingly young man in front of her actually had such profound and powerful internal skills.

A trace of fear flashed across her eyes, but in an instant, it was replaced by madness and unwillingness.

She was unwilling to be defeated by a young man like this. This strong unwillingness was like a blazing flame, completely devouring her remaining sanity.

She roared again, her voice shrill and desperate, and her hands danced faster and faster, as if possessed.

More small flying knives were thrown out from her hands, densely packed, like black raindrops, shooting towards Shi Feiyang.

However, when these flying knives approached Shi Feiyang's true qi vortex, they were sucked into it like moths to a flame, and none of them escaped.

Shi Feiyang looked at Li Qiushui's desperate and frantic eyes, and a surge of pity welled up in his heart. He knew that this woman had been blinded by hatred and had completely lost her mind. So, he decided to give her a quick death and end this meaningless battle.

At this moment, "Archer" Miao Menlong and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhiru arrived at the scene as quickly as two meteors.

Miao Menlong was as nimble as a cheetah and as agile as a monkey. He quickly drew the string of his powerful bow and nocked an arrow, which gleamed coldly in the dim light.

His eyes were focused and determined. The whole world stopped turning at this moment, leaving only him and his target - Li Qiushui.

He aimed at Li Qiu Shui and shouted, "Hit!" The sound was like a huge bell, shaking the air around them.

The feather arrow shot out like a meteor, cutting through the sky, carrying with it an overwhelming momentum, as if to tear the air apart.

Wherever the arrow passed, it left a faint afterimage, which was amazing.

At the same time, Shan Zhi was not willing to be outdone.

His hands danced quickly in the air like nimble butterflies, as if weaving graceful and deadly arcs in the air.

"Swish, swish, swish", the plum blossom darts flew towards Li Qiu Shui as densely as snowflakes, submerging her in a silver light.

Each plum blossom dart flashed with cold light, and flew towards Li Qiu Shui's vital parts with Shan Zhi's superb hidden weapon skills and powerful internal strength.

Upon seeing this, Li Qiushui's face suddenly turned as cold as ice.

Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to dodge the rain of attacks, but it was too late.

Feather arrows and plum blossom darts rained down on her like a torrential downpour. "Puff, puff, puff!" her body was instantly pierced, riddled with holes, as if transformed into a hedgehog covered in thorns. Her eyes widened, her face still etched with fear and resentment, unable to accept this cruel end before her death. Finally, she fell, looking up into the abyss below the cliff, her figure instantly vanishing into the vastness of heaven and earth, as if she had never existed in this world, leaving behind only a dead silence and desolation.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, people from other sects and gangs fled in all directions like frightened birds.

In front of the Hengshan Sect's simple cave, apart from Shi Feiyang, Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi and a few others, there were only corpses lying on the ground.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, some were incomplete, and the blood dyed the ground red, like a bloody Shura field.

The cold wind was still biting, like a roaring beast, raging through the mountains, emitting a mournful "woooo" sound, as if playing a sad elegy for this bloody and cruel battle. The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the wind, and the reflection of the bloodstained ground added a sense of desolation and sadness.

Shi Feiyang looked towards the direction of the cave where Yili disappeared, his eyes full of reluctance. He wished so much that he could walk into the cave, take another look at Yili's flower-like face, and listen to her gentle voice.

However, he knew that all this could only be wishful thinking.

The disciples of Hengshan School walked out of the cave slowly with mixed feelings and began to carry the bodies for burial.

In their eyes, there was a mixture of gratitude for surviving the disaster and deep mourning for their deceased fellow disciples, and every step they took was heavy and slow.

Some disciples couldn't help sobbing softly while carrying the objects, tears sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground; others bit their lips tightly, trying to suppress their grief, their eyes revealing anger and helplessness towards the dispute.

Shi Feiyang stood still, his gaze slowly sweeping around him, his heart awash with mixed emotions. While this sudden and intense conflict had temporarily subsided, he knew clearly that the turbulence in the deep pool of the Jianghu would never truly cease.

His gaze involuntarily darted toward the cave, his mind conjuring up Ellie's charming yet sorrowful face, his longing for her growing stronger. He knew full well that Ellie's heart must be like a leaf drifting in the cold wind, helpless and precarious.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were full of nostalgia.

He recalled every moment he spent with Ellie, those scenes of laughter and fighting side by side, how heartwarming they were.

How he wished he could put everything aside, walk into the cave, hold Ellie tightly in his arms, and give her warmth and comfort, but the reality was like an insurmountable wall standing between the two of them.

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi quickly walked over to Shi Feiyang's side. Their expressions were solemn and dignified. They clasped their fists and saluted him in unison, their movements expressing their deep respect. Miao Menlong's voice was deep and powerful, as he said, "Master, we are so grateful for your timely arrival. It was like a divine intervention. Otherwise, the Hengshan Sect would have been in imminent danger and plunged into irretrievable ruin."

Shan Zhi immediately echoed, "Yes, the leader's extraordinary skills and awe-inspiring presence have allowed these wicked and evil-minded villains to truly witness the great prestige and strength of our Xiongying Society."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his eyes filled with gratitude, and said, "This time, the crisis was successfully resolved thanks to the timely assistance of the two of you. However, the Jianghu is treacherous and dangerous. From now on, we must be even more cautious and careful in our actions, and not be careless in the slightest."

At this moment, Nun Chixia emerged from the cave with steady steps. She looked slightly weary, the wrinkles around her eyes seeming to have deepened after the fracas, but her eyes held the resolve of someone who had weathered many storms.

She walked up to Shi Feiyang, clasped her hands together, and performed a solemn Buddhist salute. She said, "Donor Shi, the Hengshan Sect will never forget your great kindness. If you hadn't stepped forward and saved the day, the Hengshan Sect would have suffered a devastating disaster and been reduced to ashes."

Shi Feiyang quickly returned the greeting, and said humbly, "You are too polite, Master. Seeing injustice and helping others is the unshirkable duty of Shi Feiyang and the Xiongying Society. It's just that Yili..."

When mentioning Yili, Shi Feiyang's eyes dimmed instantly, and a trace of worry that was hard to conceal flashed across his face. Yili's situation was like a heavy stone, pressing on his heart.

Nun Chixia sighed softly, her voice filled with a hint of helplessness and compassion. She said, "Yili's worldly ties are still unfinished, and she still has many regrets about leaving Donor Shi. But since she has become a nun, I will earnestly persuade her to concentrate on her cultivation, sever her worldly ties, and let go of all the troubles of the world."

When Shi Feiyang heard this, he felt as if his heart was stabbed by a sharp knife. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

He looked towards the cave again, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick stone walls and see Ellie's lonely figure.

He knew that although he and Ellie were deeply in love, they were not destined to be together and their destinies parted ways here.

Just as everyone was immersed in this slightly oppressive atmosphere, silent and speechless, Shi Feiyang suddenly trembled, keenly sensing a strange aura. His face instantly turned cold, his eyes flashing as he looked warily into the distance.

Amidst the distant mountains, dense black shadows loomed, like a surging black tide, hurtling towards Mount Heng. The shadows moved swiftly, stirring up clouds of dust, as if a storm was about to sweep over.

Shi Feiyang's heart tightened, and he instantly realized that the disputes in the martial arts world were far from over, and a more violent new storm might be brewing quietly in the darkness.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly turned around and decisively said to Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, "Looks like trouble is coming again. You two, immediately perform your fastest Qinggong and quickly return to the Xiongying Society to report the news. I will stay here to see what force dares to be so arrogant."

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi looked at each other, a hint of determination flashed in their eyes, and they nodded without hesitation. Then their bodies were as fast as lightning, and they displayed their superior lightness skills and rushed down the mountain, leaving only two afterimages, which disappeared in a flash.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, channeling his energy into his dantian, and activated the Mingyu Gong. His aura surged like surging ocean waves, rapidly flowing and gradually rising, its momentum growing ever more powerful. Soon, his aura reached the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong—"Supreme Forgetfulness."

In an instant, an intense and biting chill burst out from his body, like a snowstorm roaring out from a thousand-foot ice abyss in the cold winter, carrying a devastating momentum, and quickly spread to the entire Hengshan Sect cave.

The howling, raging wind froze to a halt before this terrifying chill, as if under a spell. The air froze into ice. The temperature in the mountains plummeted, and in the blink of an eye, a thick, thin layer of ice formed on the ground, crackling.

The sound seemed like the earth groaning in pain under the chill, telling of the horror and majesty of this power.

Master Chixia and her disciples couldn't stand the cold and hid in the cave.

Shi Feiyang's expression became increasingly stern, his eyes filled with a chilling firmness and determination, as if he were an unyielding god of war.

He slowly drew his sword with his left hand, his movements steady and powerful. The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light, like the cold moon hanging high in the cold night, emitting a deadly aura. His right hand clenched slightly, ready to strike. The aura of the Divine Dragon Claw surged within him like a dormant dragon, ready to break free and strike the enemy with a fatal blow.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, facing the large group of people approaching in a dense mass, exudes fearless bravery and domineering spirit. Nothing in the world can make him retreat a single step. He will use his own strength to protect the Hengshan Sect and the justice in his heart.

After a while, the large group of people arrived.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as torches. He took a closer look and saw that the newcomers were very aggressive, and the leader was actually the Blood Demon Knife King Chu Xiangren, the leader of the "Blood Knife Sect".

Chu Xiangren was a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain. His face trembled with each breath, revealing a chilling ferocity. He clutched a blood-red broadsword, runes gleaming on the blade as if countless wronged souls howled within, emitting a strange and eerie aura, as if every swing of the blade could take a life. Behind him, the ghostly figure of Xiao Feng, the leader of Yinfeng Village, moved erratically, like a ghost in the dark night, stirring up a faint, chilling wind with every movement.

The pair of judge's pens in his hands gleamed coldly in the dim light, their tips razor-sharp. A single tap could pierce an enemy's vital points. Meanwhile, Li Terun, the leader of the "Death Darts" group and known as "Lightning Dart," carried a dart pouch on his back, its contents poised to unleash at any moment.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he stared at Shi Feiyang, his eyes revealing a determination to not give up until he achieved his goal.

Li Terun pointed at Shi Feiyang, his face filled with anger and disdain, and shouted, "Shi Feiyang, do you really want to make the entire martial arts world your enemy just for this little Hengshan Sect? Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're the best martial artist in the world?"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing through the valley, trembling slightly, as if he was intimidated by Shi Feiyang's aura, yet he forced himself to remain calm. Shi Feiyang, the tall and heroic hero, stood firmly in front of the Hengshan Sect's simple cave.

His figure was like a pine tree rooted in a cliff, firm and unshakable. He held his head high and spoke with domineering authority, "I, Shi, fear nothing. Anyone who dares to harm a disciple of the Hengshan Sect must walk over my corpse!"

His voice was powerful and resounding, like the ringing of a huge bell. The rolling sound waves swept across the entire valley, causing pain in the eardrums of everyone present.

The firmness and determination contained in that voice made everyone feel his determination to protect Hengshan Sect, which was as unshakable as steel.

In that simple cave, Ellie's originally dim eyes were instantly brightened.

She stood quietly by the cave wall, and when she heard Shi Feiyang's words, tears burst out uncontrollably.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to suppress her excited crying, but sobs still came out intermittently.

Nun Chixia, Liaoran, Ruoran and other pretty nuns were also deeply touched by Shi Feiyang's words.

Their eyes were filled with tears, and crystal tears rolled down their cheeks.

Nun Chixia gently held Yili's hand and said with a choked voice, "Yili, such a brave person is rare in this world. Perhaps you should return to secular life and follow the great hero Shi. Only in this way can you find true happiness and a peaceful and smooth life."

Liaoran and Ruoran also nodded and echoed, "Yes, Senior Sister Yili, Hero Shi is so loyal and righteous. You will definitely be happy if you marry him."

Chu Xiangren's eyes widened with rage when he heard Shi Feiyang's words, as if they were about to spit fire. He shouted, "Shi Feiyang, today is the day you die!" As he shouted, he brandished the blood-red knife and unleashed the "Blood Demon Sword Technique."

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of blood intertwined, as if a sea of ​​blood submerged Shi Feiyang, and a rolling fishy wind blew in his face, making people want to vomit.

The trajectory of the dancing blood knife was like a blood dragon with bared fangs and claws, rushing towards Shi Feiyang with the momentum of destroying everything.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

He swung the knife in his left hand instantly, his movements were as fast as lightning. With a flash of the knife, the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves" move was already performed.

The knife light was like a streak of silk, swishing across and instantly cutting off Chu Xiangren's seemingly powerful blood-shadow knife light.

Chu Xiangren felt a powerful force rushing towards him, and he almost lost control of the blood knife in his hand. His face suddenly changed, and his originally flushed face turned pale in an instant. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly jumped back several feet to avoid Shi Feiyang's fierce attack.

While Shi Feiyang and Chu Xiangren were fighting, the ghostly figure Xiao Feng flashed like a black lightning and instantly approached Shi Feiyang.

He quickly pointed the Judge's Pen in his hand, unleashing a "Ghostly Wind Point" technique. This move was incredibly brutal, the tip of the pen flashing with a cold light as it struck directly at Shi Feiyang's throat, chest, and other vital areas. Wherever the Judge's Pen passed, the air seemed to be ripped apart, emitting a hissing sound.

Shi Feiyang spun around like a nimble cheetah. His right hand instantly activated its Divine Dragon Claw technique, unleashing a "Dragon Claw" move. His right hand instantly grew stronger and more powerful, veins bulging on his palm, and his nails sharp as dragon claws.

He grabbed Xiao Feng's arm, and with a "crack" sound, Xiao Feng's arm was instantly broken, like a dead tree breaking.

Xiao Feng let out a shrill scream, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Lightning Dart" Li Terun was shocked when he saw this.

He knew very well that his martial arts skills were far inferior to Shi Feiyang's, so he didn't dare to get close to him rashly.

Then he danced his hands quickly, like two nimble butterflies.

"Swish, swish, swish", dozens of darts shot towards Shi Feiyang like a rainstorm.

The dart cut through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound and carrying a deadly breath.

Each dart flashed with cold light, like a meteor falling from the night sky, flying towards Shi Feiyang's vital parts.

Shi Feiyang used the Mingyu skill, and the coldness became even worse.

The true energy around him surged, instantly forming a crystal clear true energy barrier, like an indestructible shield.

The darts hit the Qi barrier, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound, like a noisy metal symphony.

Those darts bounced off the Qi barrier and failed to hurt Shi Feiyang at all.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang rushed into the crowd like lightning.

He swung the knife in his left hand, continuously using the sharp moves of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique.

"Raging Waves", the sword light is like surging waves, layer upon layer, sweeping towards the enemy with the momentum of overwhelming the sea; "Golden Dragon's Claws", the sword body is like a golden dragon, circling and flying, with heavy claws, and each blow contains great power; "Pine Welcoming Guests", the seemingly gentle sword, in fact, hides a mystery, the sword wind whistles, like the outstretched branches of a pine, blocking all the enemy's attacks; "Sweeping the Thousands of Troops", Shi Feiyang shouted, and the sword in his hand was horizontal, like a black lightning, wherever it passed, the enemies fell to the ground; "Heaven and Earth Live Together", this move is even more powerful, the sword light shines, as if to cover the heaven and earth, with endless murderous intent.

At this time, Shi Feiyang used his left hand to perform the Baisheng sword technique, which was even more unexpected and doubled the power.

Each of his sword strikes contained Shi Feiyang's profound internal strength and superb martial arts.

As the knife flashed, the enemy only felt a flash of cold light before their eyes, and then they were hit by the sharp blade.

The enemy bandits who were hit by his hack made a sound of breaking bones, "crackling", which was very tragic.

Shi Feiyang's right-handed Divine Dragon Claw skill was incredibly deadly. He grabbed Zhang Yu, a disciple of the Blood Blade Sect, and crushed his chest with his palm. With a loud "puff," blood splattered everywhere, and Zhang Yu's body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Shi Feiyang galloped through the crowd like a tiger among a flock of sheep, unstoppable and showing his heroic qualities.

Zhao Hong, the second in command of "Yinfeng Village", the Ghost Shadow Hand, held a pair of ghost-head knives and used the "Ghost Shadow Knife Technique" to attack Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang shouted, "Watch out for the knife!" He swung his left hand knife at a strange angle, directly cutting off Zhao Hong's ghost-head knife, and then chopped him on the body. Zhao Hong screamed and fell to the ground.

Under Shi Feiyang's crazy attack, the disciples of various sects gradually fell into chaos.

Shi Feiyang became more and more courageous as the battle went on. His figure shuttled through the crowd, with the flash of swords and the shadow of claws. Wherever he went, the enemy bandits fell one after another.

He single-handedly fought against the siege of numerous martial arts sects and gangs without fear, showing his heroic qualities.

Soon, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed in front of the Hengshan Sect's simple cave.

The remaining enemy bandits were frightened and scattered, stumbling away.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, two people with ulterior motives, left and came back.

At this moment, the two of them were hiding in the dark, like two mice hiding in the darkness.

The already sinister expression on Zhong Renwang's face became even darker, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, emitting a chilling chill.

His eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang in the "slaughterhouse", full of jealousy and resentment, as if Shi Feiyang was his sworn enemy, and every breath he took was filled with heavy resentment.

He cursed inwardly, "Why does Shi Feiyang always ruin my plans? How can he be so powerful? I've gathered so many forces, but I'm no match for him. He's truly despicable!"

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks, but he felt no pain at all.

Xie Zhichuan stood aside, his face looking particularly ferocious due to his twisted desire for revenge.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Shi Feiyang intently, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces with his eyes.

The voice of hatred kept echoing in his heart: "Shi Feiyang, you destroyed everything I had. Today I brought these major gangs here, hoping to kill you without a burial place, but you are so difficult to deal with. I must settle this account with you. Even if it costs my life, I will make you pay a heavy price!" His body trembled slightly, which was a manifestation of anger and unwillingness, and every pore exuded the breath of revenge.

They watched Shi Feiyang maneuver on the battlefield and display his prowess.

Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victories Sword Technique was like a black lightning, weaving through the crowd, and wherever he went, the enemies fell down one after another.

The members of the major Northwestern underworld gangs they had contacted were instantly shattered and reduced to ashes under Shi Feiyang's fierce attack. Some had their arms severed and fell to the ground screaming; others had their throats slashed by the knife, blood gushing out, and they were instantly dead.

The area in front of the Hengshan Sect's cave was in a mess, with corpses and broken limbs scattered all over the ground.

The blood dyed the ground red, like a hell on earth.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan watched this scene, and the fear in their hearts spread like a tide.

They covered their mouths tightly with their hands, afraid that any sound would attract Shi Feiyang's attention.

Zhong Renwang's knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his face was full of fear and regret.

Xie Zhichuan's body trembled slightly, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes. He knew that this plan had completely failed again.

Just when they were filled with despair and were about to slip away quietly, Shi Feiyang seemed to have noticed something.

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes like lightning, shooting towards the direction where Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan were hiding.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan were shocked and their bodies froze instantly, not daring to breathe.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, flying towards them like a black meteor.

Seeing this, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan turned around and ran, but how could their speed compare to Shi Feiyang's?

Shi Feiyang caught up with them after a few jumps. He shouted, "Want to run? Not so easy!" Then, he swung his left hand knife in an instant, using the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves" move. The knife flashed like lightning and slashed towards Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan widened their eyes in horror and wanted to dodge but it was too late.

At the critical moment, Zhong Renwang suddenly pushed Xie Zhichuan towards Shi Feiyang, and took the opportunity to jump to the side.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly upon seeing this, and instantly activated the magical Dragon Claw skill in his right hand. He grabbed Xie Zhichuan by the collar and lifted him up.

Xie Zhichuan was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs went weak. He begged for mercy, "Master Shi, spare my life! I won't dare to do it again!"

Shi Feiyang looked at him coldly and said, "You have gone against me time and time again. Today I will make you pay the price!" After saying that, he exerted force with his palm.

Xie Zhichuan felt a tightness in his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhong Renwang turned around and fled desperately.

Shi Feiyang looked at Zhong Renwang's back, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He threw Xie Zhichuan aside, used the Mingyu Gong, and chased after Zhong Renwang as fast as lightning.

Zhong Renwang looked back while running, and saw Shi Feiyang chasing him, and he became more and more frightened.

He panicked and ran towards a valley.

Shi Feiyang chased after him relentlessly and soon caught up with him in a valley. The valley was full of strange rocks and the terrain was complex, but Shi Feiyang was not afraid.

He used his lightness skills to move freely among the strange rocks.

Zhong Renwang was running desperately in front, but suddenly, he slipped and fell to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but found Shi Feiyang already standing in front of him.

Zhong Renwang collapsed to the ground in fear, begging for mercy: "Master Shi, please forgive me! I was wrong, I will never do it again!"

Shi Feiyang looked at Zhong Renwang with disgust in his eyes and said, "You are such a sinister villain. I will get rid of you today!"

After saying that, he raised the knife in his hand and slashed towards Zhong Renwang.

(End of this chapter)