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

Chapter 219. Bravely storming the capital to rescue brothers, the heroes of Xiong Ying face perilous situations.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's expression turned solemn, and he dared not relax in the slightest. He took a deep breath, activated the Bright Jade Skill, and his internal energy flowed like a surging river, continuously circulating. A soft jade-colored light emanated from his entire body, as if he were wearing an invisible armor, impervious to blades and spears. He gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light, exuding a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing all evil in the world.

Faced with Wu's fierce offensive, Shi Feiyang unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" called "Frost Blade Breaking Ice." With a loud shout, his voice booming like a bell, the Heavenly Frost Blade, carrying immense power, slashed down from above, resembling an icefall descending from the sky with boundless might.

With a loud "crack," Wu's palm collided with the Heavenly Frost Blade, like the clash of metal, sparks flying everywhere.

Wu felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if struck by a heavy hammer. The poisonous mist on his palm was instantly frozen by the icy aura of the Heavenly Frost Blade, turning into ice shards. At the same time, the other disciples of the Nine Poisons Sect also unleashed their "Poison Spider Technique," pouncing on Yili like a pack of wolves.

Their figures were ghostly and unpredictable; as they waved their hands, poisonous mist spread, surrounding Ellie completely.

Despite being surrounded by enemies, Ellie remained calm and composed, her eyes revealing a resolute and unwavering determination.

She raised her eyebrows, swiftly drew her longsword, and unleashed her sect's ultimate technique, the "Cloud and Mist Swordplay."

In an instant, the sword flashed, like the clouds and mist swirling in the mountains, seemingly gentle and ethereal, but actually concealing deadly intent.

With a slight flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword instantly transformed into several points of cold light, carrying wisps of sword energy, dispelling the incoming poisonous mist one by one.

Wu Jian flashed like a black lightning bolt, appearing behind Yi Li. His hands, like the claws of a venomous spider, viciously grabbed at Yi Li's back. Yi Li sensed the danger behind her, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and with a light touch of her toes on the ground, she soared into the air like a swallow, unleashing a move from the "Cloud Mist Sword Technique" called "Clouds Sweep Away Fallen Flowers".

She wielded her long sword with effortless grace, like a silver rainbow. Wu Jian only saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, and before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his arm. A deep gash appeared on his arm, blood gushing out and dripping onto the ground.

Upon seeing this, Wu Nang's eyes widened in anger, and he let out a roar. His hands moved more and more rapidly, and the poisonous fog became thicker and thicker, like a black curtain that enveloped the entire world.

He unleashed a move from the "Poisonous Spider Technique" called "Spider Silk Entanglement," and countless black spider silks shot out from his hands, resembling agile venomous snakes, coiling towards Ellie.

Seeing this, Ellie's eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent. With a sharp cry, she unleashed the "Covering the Sky and Obscuring the Sun" technique. The longsword in her hand shone brightly, carrying an incomparably powerful sword aura, like a golden ray of sunlight piercing through the black poisonous mist and severing the incoming spider silk one by one. The sword aura swept across the land, and wherever it passed, the Nine Poisons Sect disciples were struck, wounds appearing on their bodies, blood staining their clothes, and screams of agony rising and falling.

While Ellie and Wu Nang were locked in fierce combat, Wu Tun secretly circled around to Ellie's side, holding a small black bottle in his hand, and suddenly splashed it at her. The bottle contained the Nine Poisons Sect's deadly poison, so potent that contact with it would be fatal.

Ellie was startled and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

At this critical moment, Shi Feiyang sensed the danger to Yili. Panicked, he flashed to her side like a black lightning bolt, wielding his Frostblade, which acted as a silver barrier, blocking all the poison. The poison splattered onto the ground, hissing and corroding large pits, emitting a pungent odor.

At the mouth of the valley, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and screams mingled together, and the stench of blood permeated the air, making one want to vomit.

Shi Feiyang and Yili stood back to back, engaging in a thrilling and desperate battle with the members of the Nine Poisons Sect.

In the midst of the chaos, Shi Feiyang glanced at Yili beside him, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He suddenly stretched out his long arm, grabbed Ellie, and shouted, "Madam, hurry back to Hengshan!"

The voice was like the ringing of a great bell. After speaking, he exerted force with his arm and threw Ellie into the air.

Ellie soared into the air like a swallow, her clothes fluttering, and flew away into the distance.

After throwing Yili out, Shi Feiyang immediately activated the ninth level of the Mingyu Gong – “Wuji Shura”.

In an instant, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

The once clear sky suddenly became overcast, and the temperature dropped sharply, as if we had instantly fallen into an ice cellar.

The snow fell thick and fast, like goose feathers, while the cold wind howled and roared like ferocious beasts tearing everything around them.

Yang Song and Guo Dongxiang, who had clashed with Shi Feiyang multiple times and been injured by him, were terrified by this sudden and powerful aura. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Yang Song's lips trembled as he stammered to Guo Dongxiang, "No good... this Shi Feiyang... let's run!" The two dared not delay for a moment, and like two frightened rabbits, they slipped away and disappeared into the vast snow in the blink of an eye.

Wu, the leader of the "Poisonous Spider Skill," and his sons and disciples Wu Jian, Wu Nang, and Wu Tun, had always wanted to kill Shi Feiyang. When they got too close to Shi Feiyang and were surrounded by this icy aura, they suddenly felt cold all over, as if countless ice needles were pricking their skin.

Their blood and qi circulation is sluggish, and their internal energy is like a river flowing backwards, chaotic and disordered.

His hands and feet also became stiff and inflexible, making every step extremely difficult.

The other disciples of the Nine Poisons Sect were even more vulnerable. In the fierce, cold wind, they were like rootless duckweed, unable to stand and falling to the ground one after another. They lay stiff in the snow, groaning in pain, their bodies shivering in the cold wind, their faces filled with despair. Shi Feiyang was surrounded by a thick layer of jade-colored light, which was particularly dazzling in the icy snow.

He gripped the Frost Blade tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light and radiating a chilling aura.

At this moment, he unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together".

He leaped up like a war god, raising the Heavenly Frost Blade high with boundless power, and slashed down fiercely. This strike seemed to cleave the heavens and earth; wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp sound.

Wu, the leader of the "Poisonous Spider Technique," stared in terror at the sharp blade of light, trying to dodge, but found his body wouldn't obey him. His eyes widened, filled with fear and despair, and he could only watch helplessly as the blade approached.

With a "crack," the Frost Blade struck Wu heavily, splitting him in two from the shoulder. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding snow red.

Upon seeing this, Wu Jian and Wu Nang were terrified and tried to escape, but the icy cold air held them back.

Shi Feiyang flashed like a beam of light and appeared in front of them.

He brandished the Frostblade in his hand, its cold light flashing, and stabbed at Wu Jian and Wu Nang respectively.

Wu Jian tried to raise his sword to defend himself, but Shi Feiyang's powerful internal force made his arm go numb and caused him to drop his sword.

The Heavenly Frost Blade pierced his chest in an instant. Wu Jian screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

Wu Nang was not spared either. Shi Feiyang kicked the weapon out of his hand, and the Frost Blade slashed across his neck. Wu Nang's head flew high into the air, and blood gushed out. The scene was extremely bloody.

Then, Shi Feiyang's gaze locked onto Wutun.

Wu Tun was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper, and kept begging for mercy.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and mercilessly stabbed Wutun with the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand.

Wutun let out a miserable scream, his body convulsed a few times, and then he breathed his last. In the thick snow, the corpses of the Nine Poisons Sect disciples lay scattered about, their blood mingling with the white snow, a horrifying sight.

Ellie moved with a light and graceful gait, like a snowflake drifting down from the sky.

Her eyes were full of affection; in this icy and snowy landscape, her gaze was like the warm spring sun, both warm and ardent.

After landing, she ran towards Shi Feiyang without hesitation, opened her arms, and hugged him tightly.

At this moment, even the cold wind seemed to stop, and time seemed to stand still.

Elizabeth buried her head in Shi Feiyang's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and whispered, "Husband, the situation in the capital is urgent. You must go and rescue them quickly. I have many ties with the Nine Poisons Sect. Now that their leader has been killed, they are leaderless and no longer a match for the Hengshan Sect and the Hanging Temple. I doubt they would dare to invade again. Go with peace of mind. I will take good care of myself."

Shi Feiyang gently stroked Yili's hair, the silky smooth touch coming from his fingertips. He lowered his head slightly and gently kissed Yili's forehead. This kiss was full of unspoken words, including reluctance, concern, and deep love for Yili.

He raised his head, gazing tenderly into Elizabeth's eyes, and said, "Madam, please be careful in everything you do. This world is dangerous, and you are all alone, so you must not be careless."

Ellie nodded slightly, tears welling in her eyes, which she stubbornly held back. She looked back at Shi Feiyang, her gaze filled with determination and reluctance. Shi Feiyang released Ellie, gave her one last deep look, then turned and walked away with firm steps.

Ellie stood quietly in the snow, snowflakes falling gently onto her shoulders and turning her hair white.

She watched Shi Feiyang's receding figure, which gradually blurred in the swirling snow until it disappeared from sight.

She stood there quietly, unwilling to leave for a long time.

After walking several miles and confirming that Yili could no longer see him, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and activated his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles." In a flash, he disappeared into the vast world like a white light streaking across the sky.

In mid-spring, the capital city was still shrouded in the lingering chill of winter, with the biting wind sweeping through the streets and alleys like a knife.

But this did not hinder the prosperity of the capital city in the slightest; on the contrary, it added a unique charm to it.

The streets and alleys were bustling with people, creating a lively atmosphere.

The streets, laid out in a neat, square grid, resembled a chessboard. The wide, flat avenues gleamed coldly in the wind. Shops lined the streets, their signs a dazzling array of goods, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and laughter mingled together, creating a vibrant, bustling atmosphere. The majestic imperial palace, like a colossal beast, stood imposingly in the heart of the capital, its grandeur awe-inspiring.

The vermilion palace walls soared into the clouds, and the glazed tiles shimmered with golden light in the dim sunlight, showcasing the nobility and majesty of the imperial family.

Every eave and bracket in the palace, every carved door and window, is exquisitely crafted, showcasing the luxury and grandeur of the imperial family.

From afar, the continuous palace complex resembles a golden ocean, solemn and awe-inspiring.

This capital city seems to be a gathering place for rare treasures from all over the world and people from all directions.

Merchants from many countries mingled among them, and faces of all skin colors could be seen everywhere.

blond-haired, blue-eyed Westerners, dark-skinned Southeast Asians, and Japanese people in long robes—they spoke different languages ​​and carried their respective countries' specialty goods, all seeking business opportunities in this bustling capital.

Their arrival added a unique exotic touch to the capital, making the city more inclusive and diverse.

The heroes of the Xiong Ying Society have all gathered at the "Fine Brew House" in the capital, which is the first branch of the Xiong Ying Society in the capital.

"Mei Niang Fang" is located in a bustling street. Its exterior is simple and elegant, with wooden facades that exude the atmosphere of time and heavy door panels that seem to bear countless stories.

The wine flag fluttered in the wind in front of the door, and the large character "酒" (wine) shook loudly in the cold wind, just like a spirited battle flag.

The rich aroma of wine wafted through the air, attracting the attention of passersby, many of whom couldn't help but take a deep breath, indulging in its mellow fragrance. Upon entering the store, the first thing that catches the eye is the spacious lobby.

Inside, dozens of tables and chairs were neatly arranged, all meticulously crafted from sturdy wood, their surfaces polished smooth and warm to the touch. Waiters bustled about among the tables and chairs, their faces beaming with warm smiles as they constantly greeted the guests.

Holding a tray steadily with a wine jug and glasses, he moved nimbly through the crowd, his movements skillful and efficient, demonstrating his well-trained nature.

On the walls of the lobby hang paintings depicting scenes of brewing in the distillery.

With delicate and meticulous brushstrokes, the hardworking figures of the brewers leap off the page. Whether they are stirring the ingredients or observing the heat, every expression and every movement is lifelike, making the reader feel as if they are there, experiencing the lively brewing atmosphere.

In the corner, several huge wine jars stood quietly, their bodies engraved with exquisite patterns, the lines flowing smoothly, symbolizing good fortune.

The vat was filled with fragrant wine, and the rich aroma permeated the entire hall, growing increasingly mellow and intoxicating.

The restaurant also features private rooms, elegantly and exquisitely decorated. The carved doors and windows exude a classical charm, while the antique screens cleverly separate private spaces, creating a tranquil and comfortable environment for guests.

On ordinary days, "Mei Niang Fang" makes a living by brewing and selling wine, bustling with people coming and going. However, who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary winery is actually an important stronghold of the Xiong Ying Society in the capital?

Beneath this noisy surface, undercurrents surged, and a great deal of information about the martial arts world was being secretly passed around.

Every figure entering and leaving may be carrying a special mission and harboring a secret unknown to others.

Meanwhile, the second branch of the Xiong Ying Society in the capital was also under Wan Niang's careful preparation, and was preparing to acquire the "Mi Er Guan" in the Eight Great Hutongs.

The Eight Great Hutongs have always been synonymous with the prosperity and complexity of Beijing. A place of dazzling lights and extravagant indulgence, it was a gathering place for countless high-ranking officials, nobles, and literati. Wan Niang, with her keen eye, recognized the "Mi Er Guan's" prime location and extensive network of connections, and sought to bring it under the wing of the Xiong Ying Society.

She was planning to use this opportunity to further expand the influence of the Xiong Ying Society in the capital, gain a foothold in the martial arts world of the capital, and carve out a wider world for themselves.

In order to investigate further where Wu Zhong was being held by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and to find more compelling evidence, Xie Wen and Shan Zhi disguised themselves as Southeast Asian jewelers and infiltrated the chaotic black market of the capital.

This black market is hidden in a corner of the capital, like a mysterious and unpredictable corner of the martial arts world, where all sorts of people gather.

The black market was densely packed with stalls, where all sorts of rare treasures and secret information were traded.

Some stalls displayed dazzling jewelry and jade, shimmering alluringly in the dim light; others sold ancient books and secret manuals of dubious origin, exuding an air of mystery; still others whispered and peddled various pieces of information about the martial arts world, their words laced with hidden secrets.

Xie Wen and Shan Zhi were dressed in gorgeous Southeast Asian attire, wearing exquisite jeweled headdresses and holding expensive folding fans, looking every bit the wealthy merchants.

They skillfully navigated the turbulent black market, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings with vigilance, not missing a single subtle change. They feigned friendship with various dealers and sellers, sometimes laughing heartily as if they were old friends, and at other times frowning in deep thought, seemingly carefully considering every word.

Beneath the seemingly relaxed exchange lay a veil of hidden tension; every glance and every gesture carried profound meaning. Finally, after a difficult negotiation and meticulous probing, the map of the Heavenly Prison Waterway was acquired from a mysterious seller.

This map, illuminated by the dim lights of the black market, was like a ray of dawn in the darkness—perhaps the key to their infiltration of the prison and the uncovering of the truth. Xie Wen and Shan Zhi, clutching the map, hurried back to "Fine Winery." The moment they stepped into the secret cellar chamber, the crowd erupted in excitement.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, slammed his fist on the table excitedly and exclaimed, "Great! With this map, we're even more confident in rescuing Brother Wu! I, Liao Pei, am willing to lead the charge and will definitely rescue Brother Wu safely!"

Lie Quan, known as "Qiankun Blade," also stood up, waving his arms and declaring with boundless pride, "That's right! We, the brothers of the Xiong Ying Society, have always stood together through thick and thin. This rescue mission, even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, we will never back down!"

"Yes! With the cherry blossoms held high, we are invincible!" The crowd echoed, their voices filled with passion and ambition.

However, some people in the crowd looked worried.

Xiang Kun, nicknamed "Iron Flute Scholar," frowned and said, "Although we have the map, the Grand Master has yet to arrive in the capital. What should we do? If he were here, we would have more confidence in our actions."

Upon hearing this, everyone paused slightly, and many people showed worry on their faces.

Both beauties, Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer, had worried expressions on their faces at this moment.

Lu Hongye's eyes were full of concern as she said softly, "The Grand Master has traveled a long way alone. I wonder if he is safe and sound. I really hope he can arrive soon."

Yang Xue'er nodded slightly and echoed, "Yes, Brother Shi's martial arts are superb, but the world is dangerous, and there will inevitably be dangers along the way. It's really worrying." Their words were full of concern and worry for Shi Feiyang, and their eyes revealed deep affection.

Wu Zhong's wife, Xiao Lingling, known as the "Mandarin Duck Swords," was like a trapped beast, her heart filled with concern for Wu Zhong's life and safety.

She paced back and forth in the secret cellar of the "Fine Winery," her steps hurried and disordered, each one seeming to pound on everyone's hearts. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with anxiety and unease, and her brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" (river) shape.

Suddenly, Xiao Lingling stopped and turned around abruptly, roaring at the crowd, "When will the Grand Master arrive? Do we have to wait for the Grand Master before we can act? Can't we go and rescue him ourselves? Wu Zhong's life is hanging in the balance; every moment is crucial. How can we just sit here and wait!"

Her voice was sharp and urgent, carrying an undeniable air of authority that echoed throughout the lobby.

Her clenched fists and slightly trembling body revealed her inner anxiety and pain.

Upon seeing this, the heroes gathered around, their faces full of concern and worry.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, stepped forward and gently advised, "Sister-in-law, don't be anxious. The Grand Master is always calm and collected; he will surely arrive as soon as possible. If we act rashly and alert the enemy, it might harm Brother Wu."

"Qiankun Blade" Lie Quan chimed in, "Yes, sister-in-law. The Grand Master is highly skilled in martial arts and possesses exceptional wisdom. With him around, the chances of rescuing Brother Wu are much greater. Let's wait patiently a little longer." Everyone chimed in, their words filled with comfort and reassurance for Xiao Lingling.

Xiang Kun stood aside, quietly watching Xiao Lingling.

His eyes were filled with heartache and helplessness. Looking at Xiao Lingling, who was burning with anxiety, his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, with waves of pain.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

His face was slightly pale, and his expression was dejected. The once dashing "Iron Flute Scholar" seemed to have lost his former brilliance.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that his feelings for Xiao Lingling might forever remain buried deep in his heart.

Xiao Lingling's heart and eyes were filled with Wu Zhong, so how could he disturb her? Now, seeing Xiao Lingling in such pain, he didn't even have the courage to go forward and comfort her. He could only stand silently by and watch her suffer.

This sense of powerlessness made Xiang Kun feel extremely lost and frustrated.

No sooner had everyone finished speaking than Shi Feiyang, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, rushed over with a fierce aura to join them.

He was dressed in black, which fluttered in the wind, like a war god descending from the night.

His face was as cold and stern as frost, and his deep eyes were like cold stars in the night, revealing determination and resolve, as if they could see through all difficulties and obstacles.

He naturally exuded a calm aura, like a stabilizing force, instantly putting everyone's anxieties at ease.

When Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer spotted Shi Feiyang's figure in the distance, their eyes lit up with surprise, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

The two of them almost simultaneously cried out "Brother Shi!" and, like two cheerful little birds, lightly flew towards Shi Feiyang.

Lu Hongye's face flushed slightly with excitement, like a peach blossom in full bloom in spring, beautiful and charming; Yang Xue'er's eyes were full of joy, sparkling like clear autumn water.

They both rushed into Shi Feiyang's arms and hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would leave again.

Lu Hongye said anxiously, "Brother Shi, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you for so long. Now that Brother Wu is in danger, we want to go with you to rescue him!" Yang Xue'er chimed in, "Yes, Brother Shi, although we are women, we have also learned martial arts. We can definitely lend you a hand. How can we just wait here?"

Shi Feiyang stretched out his arms and gently embraced the two of them. Although his face still had a cold expression, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He gently comforted them, "Hongye, Xue'er, I know your feelings, and I admire your courage. But our branch needs someone to stay behind! This trip is fraught with danger. If we are all captured by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, someone will have to run around calling for help to keep our Xiong Ying Society alive. Your presence here is also crucial in helping to rescue Brother Wu and protecting our rear."

At this moment, Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Miss Lu, Miss Yang, what the Grand Master said is absolutely right. Although your martial arts are superb, this trip to the Heavenly Prison was far too dangerous. The brothers of our Xiong Ying Society will do their utmost to rescue Brother Wu. Your peace of mind here is the greatest support you can give us."

"Qiankun Blade" Lie Quan chimed in, "Indeed, ladies, if anything were to happen to you, neither the Grand Master nor we could rest easy. This branch also needs intelligent and capable people like you to take care of it."

Everyone chimed in with their own words, trying to persuade Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer.

Although Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer were still somewhat unwilling, they understood that what everyone said made sense.

They looked up at Shi Feiyang, their eyes filled with worry and concern.

Lu Hongye held Shi Feiyang's hand tightly and said, "Brother Shi, you must come back safely. We will be waiting for you here."

Yang Xue'er's eyes also reddened slightly as she said, "Brother Shi, please be careful. We look forward to your triumphant return."

Shi Feiyang gently stroked their hair and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I will definitely bring my brothers back safely."

Having said that, he released the two men, turned to face the crowd, and his eyes regained their cold and resolute expression as he led them toward the intricate, maze-like underground drainage system.

The underground drainage system resembled a cursed, enormous cavern, dark, damp, and suffocating, its gaping maw awaiting the arrival of the group. The stench of decay permeating it was intense, nauseating, and made one feel as if they were inside an ancient tomb.

The walls were covered with thick moss, as slippery as snakeskin, as if a hideous monster might burst out of the ground at any moment.

The sewage underfoot was icy cold, reaching above the ankles. With each step, it made a chilling "plop" sound, which was particularly clear in the dead silence of the path, like the whispers of a demon in the darkness, foreshadowing misfortune.

Everyone held their breath, their nerves taut like a fully drawn bowstring, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily, constantly on guard against the danger lurking in the darkness.

However, danger, like a phantom lurking in the darkness, suddenly descends when everyone is least prepared.

Suddenly, a rushing sound came from the waterway, like a surging tide, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure, instantly filling the entire waterway.

Immediately afterwards, a group of piranhas trained by the Imperial Guards swam over at an astonishing speed, like black lightning.

These piranhas are larger than imagined, about half the length of a human, with scales that gleam with a cold, icy light, like an indestructible black armor.

Their teeth are as sharp as knives, and when they swim in the water, they make a chilling "clucking" sound, like a death knell from hell, announcing the approach of death.

In the blink of an eye, one of the brothers was caught off guard and his ankle was bitten by a piranha.

The piranha swung its head violently, the force of which instantly dragged the brother into the water. The brother let out a piercing scream, the sound echoing through the enclosed waterway, sharp and desperate, sending chills down one's spine and making one's hair stand on end.

In an instant, the swarm of pomfret, like wolves that have smelled blood, rushed forward and instantly overwhelmed the brother.

All the onlookers saw was a sudden splash of blood on the water's surface. The crimson blood quickly spread throughout the water, and in a short while, only a skeleton remained floating on the surface. The scene was extremely gruesome and unbearable to look at.

Upon seeing this, a surge of grief, anger, and fear welled up in everyone's hearts, and they all drew their swords.

The Grand Master, Shi Feiyang, had eyes like an eagle, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through the darkness and lock onto the whereabouts of every piranha.

As he wielded the Heavenly Frost Blade, he unleashed a series of sharp blade energies, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky.

He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," his blade flashing and crisscrossing with energy, each strike carrying immense power, slaying the approaching piranhas one by one. His movements were agile, like a dragon swimming in the water, fluid and seamless, displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Liao Pei, an elder of the Xiong Ying Society and a master of Tongbei Quan, shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell, and with a flourish of his palms, he unleashed the ultimate technique of Tongbei Quan.

His arms seemed boneless, extending and retracting freely, like two agile dragons.

Each palm strike was accompanied by a whistling sound, the heavy force hitting the piranha, sending it flying and crashing into the waterway wall with a dull thud. Liao Pei's face was flushed, veins bulging on his forehead like winding snakes, yet he fought with increasing ferocity, his eyes revealing an indomitable fighting spirit.

Lie Quan wielded the "Qiankun Blade" with both hands, the blade flashing like two silver lightning bolts.

He unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Blade Technique," a powerful and unrestrained swordsmanship. Each strike seemed to cleave the waterway in two, and wherever the blade's energy passed, the piranhas were cleaved in two, their blood instantly staining the surrounding sewage, making the stench of blood even stronger.

(End of this chapter)