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

Chapter 222. Bloodbath at the Brothel: Yang Xueer and Shi Feiyang's Wedding Conceals a Clever Plan

Deep within the cellar of "Mier Pavilion," a sense of tranquility and warmth permeates the air, like a secluded paradise far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

The soft candlelight flickered gracefully, casting a hazy glow that enveloped the entire cellar in a warm atmosphere.

Lu Hongye and Shi Feiyang were newly married, their cheeks still flushed like peach blossoms, and their eyes were filled with happiness and sweetness.

She gently removed the precious longevity lock from her neck, her movements as delicate as if she were cherishing a priceless treasure.

The longevity lock glowed softly in the candlelight, carrying the secrets passed down through generations of the Lu family.

Lu Hongye carefully opened the longevity lock and took out the last three pages of Lu Chen's spear technique.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation as she looked up at Shi Feiyang beside her and whispered, "Shi Lang, look, this is the ultimate secret of Lu Chen's spear technique. Now, my husband and I must comprehend it together."

Shi Feiyang gazed at her tenderly, gently stroking the hair by her ear, and smiled as he replied, "Hongye, with you by my side, we can comprehend any martial arts manual together."

The two sat side by side and began to carefully study the three pages of the gun manual.

Shi Feiyang frowned slightly from time to time, pondering the mystery.

Lu Hongye would occasionally lightly touch the pages of the book with her slender fingers, exchanging whispers with Shi Feiyang.

In the cellar, only the soft voices of the two could be heard, like a harmonious melody. "Shi Lang, look at this move 'Fleeting Shadow,' it seems that it requires extremely fast speed to unleash its maximum power," Lu Hongye said, pointing to a spot on the spear manual.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his eyes revealing deep thought: "Indeed, Hongye, this move requires not only speed, but also precise control of the angle and force of the spear to ensure a hit." As he spoke, he gently grasped Lu Hongye's hand, picked up the spear beside him, and suggested, "Come, let's try it together." So, the two began to practice.

Shi Feiyang was agile and skillful, wielding his spear with great force, each move displaying the demeanor of a general on horseback.

Lu Hongye observed carefully from the side, occasionally offering her own insights.

Every time Shi Feiyang drew his gun, Lu Hongye would cast an admiring glance, her eyes filled with affection. "Shi Lang, your marksmanship is becoming more and more exquisite. You've mastered the art of assassination on horseback to its fullest extent," Lu Hongye exclaimed.

Shi Feiyang sheathed his spear, walked to Lu Hongye's side, gently embraced her, and said, "Hongye, this is all thanks to you. Before, when we participated in suppressing rebellions and fighting, my brothers and I only assisted from the sidelines. Now, having learned the Lu Chen Spear Technique, I can also charge into battle on horseback and fight against enemy generals." With the blessing of Shi Feiyang's top-grade bloodline, Lu Hongye's cultivation of the "Lu Chen Spear Technique" became even more efficient.

She felt the power surging within her body, and with each movement, it felt as if a warm current was flowing through her meridians.

In just a few days, her martial arts skills improved so much.

That day, while Lu Hongye was practicing her spear technique, she felt her internal energy surging, and the spear in her hand seemed to come alive, moving at her will.

She unleashed the "Land Sinking Spear Technique," her spear flashing like a dragon emerging from the sea, displaying extraordinary power.

Shi Feiyang watched from the side, his eyes filled with surprise and pride: "Hongye, you've succeeded! You've now joined the ranks of the top martial arts practitioners, which is truly a cause for celebration."

Lu Hongye holstered her gun, a happy smile on her face, and threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms: "Shi Lang, all of this is inseparable from you. If it weren't for you, how could I have achieved what I have today?"

Shi Feiyang held her tightly and gently kissed her forehead: "Hongye, you and I are husband and wife, we should support each other. In the days to come, let's venture into the world together and write our own legend."

Deep within the cellar of "Mier Pavilion," the young couple were immersed in sweetness and joy. Not only did they make progress in their martial arts skills, but their feelings for each other also deepened, like a fine wine aged in a cellar, becoming more mellow with time.

At dawn today, sunlight streamed through the windows of the "Millet Pavilion," casting dappled shadows.

Lu Hongye slowly opened her eyes and found that Shi Feiyang was still asleep. His face looked particularly handsome in the morning light, with a heroic air between his brows and a clear outline.

Lu Hongye's lips curved into a sweet smile. She stretched out her fingers and gently traced the outline of Shi Feiyang's eyebrows and eyes, her heart filled with joy. Shi Feiyang seemed to sense this and slowly opened his eyes, before him Lu Hongye's radiant smile, as beautiful as spring flowers.

He smiled, reached out and embraced Lu Hongye, and said softly, "Hongye, you look especially beautiful today. It's so nice to see you as soon as I wake up."

Lu Hongye's cheeks flushed slightly as she feigned reproach: "Shi Lang, you always say sweet words to coax me."

Even so, she buried her head even deeper into Shi Feiyang's arms, enjoying his warm embrace.

A moment later, Lu Hongye sat up, picked up the comb from beside her pillow, and began to comb her waterfall-like long hair in front of the mirror.

Shi Feiyang also got up, walked behind her, gently took the comb, and said, "Hongye, let me help you." His movements were both gentle and skillful as he combed Lu Hongye's long hair, carefully untangling any strands that occasionally got tangled in the comb.

Lu Hongye gazed at Shi Feiyang carefully combing her hair in the mirror, her eyes filled with happiness, and said, "Shi Lang, with you by my side, I feel like the happiest woman in the world."

Shi Feiyang replied with a smile, "I feel the same way. It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to marry you."

After finishing their preparations, the two went to the courtyard.

The flowers in the courtyard bloomed in the sunlight, and a gentle breeze carried their fragrance. Shi Feiyang gently took Lu Hongye's hand and suggested, "Hongye, let's practice our martial arts and see if your cultivation has improved recently."

Lu Hongye winked mischievously and replied, "That's not necessarily true. Perhaps I've already surpassed you."

After saying that, she picked up the spear beside her and assumed a ready stance.

Shi Feiyang also picked up his weapon and began sparring with Lu Hongye.

The two attacked in turns, their movements fluid and seamless, demonstrating perfect teamwork.

As they switched moves, their eyes would occasionally meet, revealing admiration and deep affection in each other's gazes.

Caught up in the heat of practice, Lu Hongye turned and swept her spear horizontally. Shi Feiyang dodged to the side, then seized Lu Hongye's wrist and gently pulled her into his arms. Lu Hongye was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed from practicing martial arts. Shi Feiyang gazed at the beauty before him and couldn't help but lean down and lightly kiss her lips.

Lu Hongye was slightly taken aback at first, then closed her eyes and responded to Shi Feiyang's kiss.

After a long while, the two separated. Lu Hongye leaned against Shi Feiyang's chest and whispered, "Shi Lang, how wonderful it would be if these beautiful moments could last forever."

Shi Feiyang hugged her tightly and replied, "Hongye, I will. No matter what challenges we face in the future, I will always be by your side, and we will be happy forever."

Under the bright sunshine, the two stood embracing each other, and the flowers in the courtyard seemed to bloom even more brilliantly because of their sweet love.

A few days later, under the warm sunshine, Shi Feiyang, accompanied by Lu Hongye, returned to "Mei Niang Fang" with great style.

Yang Xue'er paced anxiously in the workshop, her eyes filled with anticipation. Upon seeing the two figures, her eyes immediately lit up, like two flames suddenly igniting in the winter night. Without hesitation, she rushed forward and excitedly threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms, calling out sweetly, "Brother Shi, you're finally back!"

That call was filled with endless joy and longing.

At this time, Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," was able to walk. Although his face was still pale, his eyes had regained some vitality.

He stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Chief, thank you and all the brothers for saving me. Wu Zhong's life is a gift from you all!"

Shi Feiyang quickly reached out to help him up, and replied with a smile, "Brother Wu, you flatter me. We brothers of the Xiong Ying Society should share life and death."

Everyone gathered together, and the atmosphere inside the room was solemn.

Shi Feiyang looked around and said in a heavy tone, "Our whereabouts in the capital have been exposed, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard will not let us off easily. Our top priority is to devise a safe retreat plan."

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, frowned and pondered for a moment before proposing, "Chief, in my opinion, we should act collectively and unite as one. I believe the Embroidered Uniform Guard will not dare to easily intercept us."

However, Lie Quan, known as "Qiankun Blade," objected: "Elder Liao, this method is inappropriate. Our numbers are too large, making us an easy target. If the Embroidered Uniform Guard sets an ambush, we may find it difficult to escape our predicament."

Wu Zhong bit his lower lip, and said with guilt, "It's all my fault, I've dragged everyone down with me. During this retreat, I absolutely cannot be a burden to you all again. I'm willing to stay behind alone to draw away the Imperial Guards so that you can leave first."

Shi Feiyang's expression changed, and he said sternly, "Brother Wu, don't say such pointless things again! We are brothers, how could I have the thought of abandoning you?" Yang Xue'er also said anxiously, "Yes, Brother Wu, we will live and die together."

Lu Hongye gently tugged at Shi Feiyang's sleeve and asked softly, "Shi Lang, what do you think we should do?"

Shi Feiyang's gaze was resolute, and he stated in a calm tone: "I plan to stay in the capital with Xue'er, Hongye, and Shi Xiong to deliberately attract the attention of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Elder Liao will lead the brothers to escort Brother Wu back to Jiangnan under the guise of escorting a caravan, using the banner of the Tiger Might Escort Agency. This will distract the Embroidered Uniform Guard and allow you to leave safely."

These remarks were met with unanimous opposition from the crowd as soon as they were made.

Liao Pei looked anxious and retorted in a loud voice, "Chief, this plan is absolutely unacceptable! It's too dangerous to leave anyone behind. If someone needs to stay behind, it should be me!" Lie Quan also chimed in, "Indeed, Chief, you are the core of our Xiong Ying Society. How can you take such a risk so easily?"

Shi Feiyang waved his hand, his attitude resolute: "Precisely because I am the Grand Master, I should bear such responsibility. My slightly superior martial arts skills give me more confidence when facing the Embroidered Uniform Guard. In addition, I cannot bear to part with my concern for Brother Wu. With Elder Liao's escort, I can feel at ease."

With tears in his eyes, Wu Zhong choked out, "Chief, I have no way to repay your kindness..."

Shi Feiyang stepped forward, patted Wu Zhong's shoulder forcefully, and said in a heavy tone, "Brother Wu, we are like brothers, there is no need for thanks. Please be careful during this parting. As long as we, the brothers and sisters of the Xiong Ying Society, are united, there is no difficulty that we cannot overcome."

Everyone was moved by Shi Feiyang's heroic spirit. They clasped their fists and shouted in unison, "We will live and die together!" The sound was so strong that even the beams and pillars inside the house seemed to vibrate, fully demonstrating the deep affection between brothers and sisters and the chivalrous spirit of the martial arts world.

Shi Feiyang surveyed the elites of the Xiong Ying Society in the room and announced in a loud voice, "Brothers and sisters, I have another matter to tell you. During this stay behind, I plan to hold a wedding with Xue'er. We will hold a grand wedding at the 'Famous Duck Shop,' preparing the wedding dress and dowry in a grand manner to attract the attention of the Imperial Guards. The wedding will surely attract the attention of the Imperial Guards who have infiltrated the area, and Elder Liao will take the opportunity to lead everyone to escort Brother Wu out of the capital in the form of a caravan escort."

The room fell silent as soon as these words were spoken, as everyone was taken aback.

However, a burst of enthusiastic cheers soon followed.

With a smile on his face, Liao Pei of the Tongbei Fist Sect praised loudly, "Brilliant, Chief! This plan is truly ingenious. It can both celebrate the happy occasion and cover Brother Wu's departure. It's a win-win situation!"

Lie Quan, the "Qiankun Blade," chimed in, "Indeed, the marriage between the Grand Master and Miss Yang is great news for our Xiong Ying Society. We must make this wedding a grand spectacle and let the whole capital know about it!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, offering their thoughts and best wishes to Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer.

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang's words, Yang Xueer felt her mind go blank, as if she were in a dream.

Her eyes widened, filled with surprise and disbelief. Her red lips parted slightly, but she was speechless for a moment.

After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally came to her senses. Her eyes quickly welled up with tears, which streamed down her smooth, jade-like face. Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she flew into Shi Feiyang's arms like a light bird.

She hugged Shi Feiyang tightly, afraid that it was all just a beautiful dream and would disappear as soon as she let go.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, tears streaming down her face as she murmured, "Brother Shi, is this real? Am I dreaming?" At that moment, Yang Xue'er was as beautiful as the most vibrant flower blooming in spring.

She wore a light pink silk dress with delicate embroidery on the hem, which swayed gently with her movements, like drifting clouds.

A bright green ribbon was tied around her waist, outlining her slender figure.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully falling on either side of her face, further highlighting her snow-white skin. Her eyes, like a clear spring, sparkled and were full of deep affection.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with a straight nose and naturally rosy lips. At this moment, her cheeks were flushed with a charming blush due to excitement, which added to her allure.

Shi Feiyang gently embraced Yang Xue'er, tenderly stroking her hair, and whispered, "Xue'er, it's true. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

The assembled heroes, witnessing the embracing couple, all wore smiles of blessing. "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun said with a smile, "Miss Yang, congratulations! With you by my side, our leader will be even happier, and our organization will be filled with more joy." "Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling also stepped forward, grasped Yang Xue'er's hand tightly, and said, "Sister Xue'er, you and the leader are truly a match made in heaven. We will certainly make this wedding grand and glorious for you."

Yang Xue'er raised her head, her eyes blurred with tears, and looked at everyone, choking back sobs as she said, "Thank you everyone, thank you so much..."

In this joyful and passionate atmosphere, the heroes of Xiong Ying offered their ideas and discussed the details of the wedding, with genuine smiles on everyone's faces.

While they rejoiced in Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer's happiness, they were also silently preparing for the impending farewell and adventure.

This wedding was not only a testament to a beautiful love story, but also a "conspiracy" they meticulously planned for the sake of brotherhood and the future of the Xiong Ying Society.

On the wedding day, the famous duck restaurant was swept up in a wave of celebration, taking on a brand new look. The storefront was decorated with colorful lights, large red lanterns hung high, and red ribbons fluttered in the wind, like lively flames, dyeing the entire street in a red glow.

The store is decorated in an extremely luxurious style, with golden "double happiness" characters hanging all over the walls, complementing the red decorations and creating a dazzling effect.

A thick red carpet is laid on the floor, extending from the store entrance into the depths of the store, like a red passage leading to happiness.

Shi Feiyang was dressed in a gorgeous red brocade robe, embroidered with lifelike golden dragon patterns, as if he were ready to take off at any moment.

He wore a golden crown, inlaid with a large ruby ​​that shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

He stood tall and straight, his brows exuding a heroic air, and at this moment, his face was filled with a happy smile, revealing an innate bold and unrestrained temperament.

Yang Xueer is like a fairy who stepped out of a painting; her beauty is breathtaking.

She wore a magnificent phoenix coronet and embroidered robe. The coronet was adorned with countless pearls and gemstones, dazzlingly bright, each one seemingly telling a story of her happiness. The embroidered robe was a vibrant crimson, embroidered with exquisite phoenix patterns, which seemed poised to take flight with each step she took.

Her face was like a blooming peach blossom, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were filled with happiness and shyness.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently, like butterfly wings, each blink revealing her inner joy.

Her lips were naturally rosy without any makeup, just like ripe cherries, delicate and luscious.

The guests present disguised themselves and scattered throughout the store.

Despite their different outfits, they all shared the same excitement and joy, adding to the lively atmosphere of the wedding.

With a smile on his face, Liao Pei, dressed in the attire of a wealthy landowner and holding a folding fan painted with landscape patterns, was chatting amicably with the people around him, looking every bit like a rich country gentleman.

Lie Quan, known as "Qiankun Blade," transformed into a martial arts master, a beautifully decorated broadsword at his waist. He stood to one side, vigilantly observing his surroundings to ensure the safety of the wedding. The restaurant was packed, bustling with activity.

The table was laden with delicious food, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

The guests raised their glasses and chatted, their laughter filling the air.

Some people were praising the couple's perfect match, while others were discussing the grandeur of the wedding.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," played a cheerful tune. The melodious and pleasant sound of the flute, like heavenly music, echoed in every corner of the store, adding a romantic atmosphere to the wedding.

Two beautiful women, Xiao Lingling and Lu Hongye, accompanied Yang Xueer. They were also dressed up in colorful clothes.

Xiao Lingling held Yang Xue'er's hand tightly, smiling, and praised, "Sister Xue'er, you look like a fairy today. The Grand Master is truly fortunate." Lu Hongye also nodded in agreement, "Indeed, sister, you and Shi Lang will surely grow old together, with hearts in perfect harmony."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xueer's smile became even brighter, and she parted her lips slightly: "Thank you all. I am filled with joy to have you all with me today."

As the wedding ceremony officially began, Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer walked hand in hand down the red carpet.

Their clasped hands proclaimed to the world their steadfastness and happiness.

Shi Feiyang gazed at Yang Xue'er with deep affection, wanting only her to be in his eyes, and softly promised, "Xue'er, from now on, you will be my wife, Shi Feiyang's wife, and I swear I will never fail you."

With tears in her eyes, Yang Xueer nodded gently and replied, "Brother Shi, I will always walk with you."

Amidst the sincere blessings of everyone, they performed the proper rituals and became husband and wife.

Those blessings, like a gentle spring breeze, warmed the hearts of everyone present.

Meanwhile, outside the "Famous Duck Shop," many passersby were attracted by the festive atmosphere and stopped to watch.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, numerous gazes flashed like warning lights—those were the Imperial Guards closely monitoring the wedding.

However, Shi Feiyang, Yang Xueer, and the heroes, immersed in happiness, paid no attention to this. They enjoyed this blissful moment to the fullest while secretly looking forward to their next plan.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Imperial Guards' attention was drawn to the lively wedding scene, Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" master, subtly winked at the group of heroes beside him. Understanding, they quietly rose and slipped away like night owls, disappearing silently around the corner. In an instant, they vanished, leaving only Shi Feiyang, Yang Xue'er, and the others still immersed in the joyous atmosphere inside the "Famous Duck Shop."

Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer had just finished their three bows to heaven and earth and were about to get up when the atmosphere in the shop suddenly changed. Some of the guests who were offering their congratulations suddenly tore off their disguises, revealing embroidered spring knives hidden in their wide brocade robes. The cold light gleamed, reflecting on their cold faces.

Immediately afterward, Kang Fusheng, the commander of the Imperial Guard's central army, strode in with his head held high, a signature sinister smirk on his face, like a cunning fox. Behind him, Xiang Yushan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, had a stern face and eyes as sharp as a hawk; Lu Yuan, the deputy commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an eagerness to make a name for himself.

Further on, Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Manor, was filled with rage, his eyes burning with fury as he stared intently at Shi Feiyang, as if he wanted to devour him alive. Lan Xiaodie, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, had a graceful figure, but her eyes revealed a complex mix of envy for Yang Xue'er, the bride, and a hint of watching the spectacle unfold.

Dugu Yan, the master of the Famous Sword Manor in the Northwest, had a face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Thinking of his five sons who had been killed by Shi Feiyang, the hatred in his heart was like a surging tide, almost drowning him.

Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, leaned on a dragon-headed cane, appearing old and frail, but his eyes gleamed with cunning and shrewdness, as if he were plotting something. Several elders of the Beggars' Sect, Ding Hong, Wu Feng, Wu, and Wu Ka, followed behind Zhong Renwang, their faces serious. In addition, a large number of Imperial Guards, government soldiers, and martial arts masters from various gangs surrounded the "Famous Male Prostitute Shop," making it completely impenetrable.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he laughed heartily, his laughter ringing out like a resounding bell throughout the shop. He gently shielded Yang Xue'er behind him, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized everyone present, and asked in a loud voice, "Today, quite a few distinguished guests have gathered. But may I ask, what brings you all here?"

Kang Sheng took a step forward, his tone sarcastic: "Shi Feiyang, you have repeatedly defied the imperial court, and today is your end! If you are wise, you should surrender to avoid suffering physical pain."

Shi Feiyang sneered dismissively and replied disdainfully, "Kang Shengsheng, you old bastard, stop putting on airs. You think you're worthy to arrest me?"

Xie Zhichuan gritted his teeth and pointed at Shi Feiyang: "Shi Feiyang, you killed my father, and today I will avenge him!"

Shi Feiyang turned his gaze to him and calmly replied, "Your father, Xie Luojia, has committed numerous evils and his crimes are countless. He deserves to die. If you want to avenge him, then come at me!"

Lan Xiaodie looked at Yang Xueer and sighed softly, "Miss Yang, you should be the happiest bride today, but unfortunately, you married someone who is destined to die here."

Yang Xueer held Shi Feiyang's hand tightly and said firmly, "Now that I have married Shi Lang, I am willing to follow you to the death and have no regrets." Lu Hongye also stepped forward and stood beside Shi Feiyang. She took the Lu Chen Spear that was extended from the side, stretched it out, and declared in a loud voice, "Shi Lang, even if we face a dragon's den or a tiger's lair today, Lu Hongye will fight alongside you."

Shi Feiyang gazed at them, his eyes filled with emotion, and said, "With you all by my side, I have no regrets in this life."

At this moment, the young pageboy Shi Xiong stood behind Shi Feiyang, gripping his steel knife tightly, his cheeks flushed, and loudly proclaimed, "Young master, I am not afraid either, and I am willing to stand with you." Shi Feiyang gently stroked his head and said in a gentle tone, "Good, Shi Xiong, today my servant and I will show these scoundrels our might."

Zhong Renwang coughed lightly and said slowly, "Shi Feiyang, if you surrender now, I may be able to put in a good word for you in front of the court."

Shi Feiyang laughed loudly and replied, "Zhong Renwang, you old fox, don't try to be hypocritical. Shi Feiyang would never submit to dogs like you!"

Dugu Yan, the master of the Famous Sword Manor in the Northwest, wore a black brocade robe made of top-grade Shu brocade. The robe was thick and had a dazzling luster, like a river flowing in the dark night, exuding a mysterious and cold aura.

At the collar, delicate cloud patterns are embroidered in gold thread. The patterns are winding and twisting, like a coiled dragon, highlighting his noble status.

The robe was embroidered with sword patterns in silver thread. The sword patterns were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, and they gleamed coldly under the dim light. It seemed that each sword pattern carried the memory of bloody killing.

The cuffs are embroidered with fine silver threads, like winter frost, exuding a chill.

A wide colored belt, made of high-quality cowhide, was tied around the waist. The belt had a smooth surface but a tough texture.

A finely carved, warm-toned white jade sword-shaped pendant hangs from the belt, yet in this tense atmosphere, it evokes a sense of coldness. Below the pendant, a black silk ribbon sways gently with each movement, hinting at the turmoil within.

On his wrists, he wore a pair of ancient cast iron wrist guards, the surface of which was engraved with mysterious runes, which appeared even more profound with the passage of time.

The edge of the wrist guard was inlaid with a row of tiny rubies, which shimmered with a bewitching light, just like the burning flames of hatred in his eyes.

He wore a black felt hat, its sturdy material and brim slanted slightly downwards, just enough to cover half of his face, adding to his mysterious and somber aura.

A white feather was stuck on the top of his hat. The feather was long and white, and it stood out in the dim environment. It was as if it was the only bright spot in the darkness, but it also revealed a kind of determination and arrogance.

At this moment, he was like a volcano about to erupt, exuding a chilling aura.

He was tall and imposing, like a majestic mountain, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

He wore a black brocade robe embroidered with silver sword patterns, which gleamed coldly in the dim light of the shop, just like his cold and resolute heart at that moment.

His face had sharp, chiseled features, and the years had etched deep marks on it. But now, those marks appeared even more menacing because of his anger.

His eyes were deep-set, like two ancient, dark wells, within which burned a raging fire of hatred. He stared intently at Shi Feiyang, his gaze seeming to want to tear Shi Feiyang to pieces.

His lips were pressed tightly together, forming a resolute arc, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, revealing his extreme anger.

Dugu Yan clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on her arms bulging like winding little snakes.

His body trembled slightly, whether from anger or anticipation of the impending bloody battle, it was hard to tell. A longsword hung at his waist, its hilt inlaid with a large ruby, which now seemed to be ignited by his fury, gleaming with an eerie light.

"Shi Feiyang, give me back my son's life!" His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the deepest hell, carrying endless pain and hatred. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, striking everyone's hearts heavily.

He took a step forward, and the floor beneath his feet seemed unable to bear his anger, creaking loudly.

There was no fear in his eyes, only deep resentment towards Shi Feiyang. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered at this moment, and only by tearing Shi Feiyang to pieces could he quell the anger in his heart.

Shi Feiyang's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Your five sons have committed countless evils. I am merely acting on behalf of Heaven. If you dare to step forward today, I won't hesitate to send you on your way!"

Xiang Yushan and Lü Yuan exchanged a glance, and Lü Yuan said in a deep voice, "Shi Feiyang, you can't escape today. You'd better submit obediently and let us make this great contribution."

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up into a mocking smile: "You think you can capture me? Come and try!" With that, he slowly drew the Heavenly Frost Blade from his waist. The blade gleamed with a cold light, foreshadowing the fierce battle to come.

The air inside the store seemed to freeze; a thrilling battle was about to erupt.

Kang Fusheng let out a powerful and furious roar, a roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell, as loud as a bell, rolling in and echoing throughout the "famous duck shop".

In an instant, the air in the store was distorted by the roar. Everyone present felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, as if they had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. Many people even swayed and lost their balance.

"No need for further words! Attack!" This brief but murderous command was like a spark igniting a powder keg, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere and setting the stage for a thrilling and gripping bloody battle.

In order to make great contributions to the imperial court and improve the relationship between the Beggars' Sect and the court, the elders of the Beggars' Sect, Ding Hong, Wu Feng, Wu, and Wu Ka, are like four black dragons that have been lurking in the darkness for a long time and are ready to strike.

(End of this chapter)