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

Chapter 223. Lan Xiaodie Makes a Move: Is it a Prelude to Gratitude or Revenge?
At Kang Sheng's command, their aura suddenly surged, and they moved like wild horses.

Wu Feng moved with agility, like a nimble cheetah. The black, shiny iron rod in his hand whistled through the air, carrying a chilling and murderous aura, as it swept swiftly towards Lu Hongye's lower body.

At this moment, Lu Hongye resembled a war goddess from the abyss of darkness. The iron spear she gripped tightly gleamed with a dark light, and within the dimly lit, blood-soaked "brothel," she was like a black dragon about to awaken, its eyes blazing with fury. Facing Wu Feng's fierce attacks and the surging tide of Imperial Guards, her eyebrows furrowed, and her beautiful eyes burned with a resolute and determined flame.

In an instant, Lu Hongye unleashed the Lu family's renowned "Breaking Army Spear Technique," a skill that shook the martial world. With a graceful turn, her spear moved with her, like a black whirlwind carrying boundless power, instantly soaring through the enemy ranks.

The iron spear danced powerfully in her hands, each swing generating a whistling sound that seemed to carry immense force, chilling the heart. Suddenly, the spear tip trembled, unleashing a move called "Breaking Through Clouds and Piercing the Sun." The spear tip, like a black lightning bolt, carrying an aura of annihilation, pierced straight towards the throat of a Jinyiwei guard charging at the forefront.

The Imperial Guard stared wide-eyed, his face filled with terror. He had no time to react; he felt a chill in his throat, followed by a surge of intense pain that came like a tidal wave, and blood gushed out uncontrollably like a fountain.

His body fell straight backward, and in the instant he fell, his eyes still held a lingering attachment to life and a fear of death.

Lu Hongye continued her moves without pause, unleashing a "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies" technique. Her iron spear swept across the ground like a black ribbon.

Wherever they went, the legs of several Imperial Guards seemed to be severed by an invisible giant blade. Accompanied by shrill screams, the Imperial Guards fell to the ground one by one like wheat cut down by a gale.

Blood quickly spread across the ground, staining the once relatively clean ground crimson. The red color resembled an evil flower blooming in hell, exuding a nauseating stench.

Wu's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He raised the iron rod high in his hand and brought it down with the force of Mount Tai crashing down on Yang Xue'er's head, as if he wanted to smash her into a pulp.

At this moment, Yang Xue'er held a long sword, the blade gleaming coldly, reflecting her beautiful yet resolute face, like a white lotus blooming in a storm, dancing gracefully among the enemy ranks, yet every movement concealed a deadly intent.

She unleashed the "Gentle Breeze Sword Technique," a sword technique that emphasizes speed. The sword moves flowed continuously, like a babbling brook in the mountains. It seemed gentle, yet it was all-pervasive and impossible to defend against.

With a gentle wave of her jade-like arm, she unleashed a move called "Gentle Breeze," her longsword carrying a soft yet incredibly sharp sword aura, like a gentle breeze, swiftly brushing across the neck of a Jinyiwei guard.

The imperial guard felt a chill on his neck. Before he could react, a thin line of blood appeared on his throat, followed by a trickle of blood. He instinctively clutched his neck, trying to stop the bleeding, but could only gurgle and gurgle as his body slowly collapsed, his life fading away in that instant.

Yang Xue'er immediately followed up with a move called "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds," her longsword spinning rapidly in the air, creating a dazzling sword shadow that enveloped several Imperial Guards around her. As the sword shadows flashed, several deep wounds instantly appeared on the Imperial Guards' bodies, blood spurting out like fireworks.

Their bodies, like fallen leaves swept by a whirlwind, collapsed helplessly under the fierce sword strikes, piling up in a chaotic mess on the ground. Wu Ka wore a cold, sinister smile as he stabbed his iron rod towards Shi Xiong's heart with deadly precision.

Several Imperial Guards assisted Wu Ka in attempting to capture and kill Shi Xiong.

Shi Xiong moved with agility, like a nimble swallow, weaving freely through the enemy ranks and the flashing swords.

He used the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Technique" taught to him by "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, making him appear as a light catkin or a wisp of smoke, making him elusive.

His eyes revealed a cleverness and decisiveness. In the chaotic world of the brothel, he moved like an agile little beast, skillfully dodging Wu Ka and the Imperial Guards' attacks time and time again.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body flew quickly toward a beam like an arrow released from a bow.

In mid-air, he spun around like a nimble monkey, precisely grabbing the crossbeam, using the momentum to swing, and flew in another direction. Wu Ka's iron rod and the Jinyiwei's swords all slashed at him, but they always missed, only making the air whistle.

He would sometimes fly lightly over the heads of the Imperial Guards, and sometimes narrowly pass under Wu Ka's armpit. Each dodge caused Wu Ka and the Imperial Guards' attacks to miss, eliciting angry curses from them.

He gripped an iron knife tightly in his hand, and while dodging, he would also deliver a fatal blow to the Imperial Guards unexpectedly.

He spotted a weakness in one of the Imperial Guards, and with a swift thrust of his iron blade, a flash of cold light struck the guard squarely in the heart.

Before the Imperial Guard could even utter a scream, he had already died, his life ending abruptly in that instant.

Shi Xiong swiftly drew his iron knife, his movements clean and efficient, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving only the corpse of the Imperial Guard slowly falling and merging into the bloody lobby of the famous duck restaurant.

As the bloody battle continued, Wu Feng's offensive was fierce, but Lu Hongye's "Breaking Army Spear Technique" was even more exquisite.

Lu Hongye seized the moment when Wu Feng took a breath, and her spear tip, like a venomous snake, thrust straight at Wu Feng's throat.

Wu Feng couldn't dodge in time, and the iron spear pierced his throat instantly. His eyes widened, and his hands instinctively reached out to grab the iron spear, but it was all in vain.

Blood gushed from his throat, his body convulsed a few times, and then he collapsed heavily to the ground, staining a patch of ground red.

Wu Yixin wanted to kill Yang Xueer, but his impatience revealed a flaw.

Yang Xueer unleashed a move from the "Qingfeng Sword Technique" called "Qingfeng Powu" (Clear Breeze Breaks the Mist), her longsword flashing like a cold light, instantly piercing Wu's chest.

Wu grunted, his body swayed a few times, and the iron rod in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked down at the blood gushing from his chest, an expression of disbelief on his face.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Xueer kicked him, and Wu fell backward, knocking over several tables and chairs, and died instantly.

As Wu Ka dealt with Shi Xiong, he gradually found himself in a predicament.

Shi Xiong's movements were elusive, and Wu Ka's iron rod always missed its mark.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Xiong used the "Flying Smoke and Light Floss Skill," his figure moving like a wisp of smoke to circle behind Wu Ka, and his iron knife stabbed fiercely into Wu Ka's back.

Wu Ka screamed and fell forward. Shi Xiong drew his iron knife. Wu Ka struggled to get up, but Shi Xiong kicked him in the back, sending him crashing to the ground again.

His body twitched a few times on the ground, then fell still, blood spreading beneath him, mingling with the surrounding stench of blood.

Ding Hong's eyes were like those of a hungry wolf in the cold night, fierce and sharp. The iron rod in his hand, gripped tightly, resembled a venomous snake poised to strike, its tongue flicking, carrying a sharp gust of wind as it aimed straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

His ruthlessness made Lan Xiaodie break out in a cold sweat for Shi Feiyang.

At the same time, Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, appeared like a majestic war god descending from the sky. His aura was surging and powerful, like a never-ending river, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

He rapidly moved his palms in front of him, with golden light flickering in and out of his palms, like golden flames burning. It was the famous and powerful "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" that shook the martial arts world.

Suddenly, he exerted force with his right hand, and a lifelike golden dragon roared out of his palm.

The dragon's whiskers danced in the wind, its eyes wide open, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world. With a devastating and overwhelming power, it pounced straight at Shi Feiyang.

The palm strike swept past with such force that it was like a level 10 gale. Wherever it passed, the tables and chairs in the shop were instantly pulverized by this incomparably powerful force. Wood chips flew in all directions like hidden weapons, some even embedding themselves deeply into the walls, demonstrating the terrifying power of the palm strike.

Zhong Renwang's face was ashen, and his eyes revealed a resolute ruthlessness as he declared to Shi Feiyang: Today is your death day, and you have no chance of surviving!
Facing this fierce attack, Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all and immediately used the Mingyu Skill.

In an instant, a warm, jade-colored light emanated from his body. This light was gentle yet exuded a powerful and mysterious aura, enveloping him in a sacred halo, making him appear as if a god had descended to earth.

He gripped the Frost Blade tightly in his right hand, the blade radiating a chilling aura. In this hot and blood-soaked brothel, a chill ran through him, as if he were in an ice cellar.

With his left hand, he unleashed the "Divine Dragon Claw Technique," and a layer of golden light faintly emanated from his palm. The light resembled the sharp claw of a divine dragon, carrying a world-destroying power that caused the air to tremble wherever it went.

At the same time, he used the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" with his feet. His steps were strange and agile. With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble, and a powerful aura spread out, causing Ding Hong and Zhong Renwang around him to unconsciously retreat, pushed by an invisible force.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, his swordsmanship extremely fierce. Each strike seemed to carry the power of a thousand-pound boulder, the blade flashing with light.

He roared, his voice booming like a bell, and unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique called "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws." The Frost Blade gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, and a dazzling blade of light swept across, as if it would split the sky in two. Its power was breathtaking.

One of the Imperial Guards who was charging from the side had no time to react and was cleaved in two by the blade. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was extremely bloody and disgusting.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang used his left hand to unleash the "Divine Dragon Claw Skill," performing the move "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens." His palm shot out like a black lightning bolt, instantly grabbing the head of a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard).

He squeezed hard with his five fingers, and with a crisp "crack", the head of the Imperial Guard was crushed like a ripe watermelon, and brain matter and blood splattered everywhere.

Shi Feiyang casually tossed aside the shattered head, his eyes showing no fear as he continued to gaze firmly at the enemy ahead.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Yan held a long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like the cold moon in a cold night.

He unleashed the "Eight Forms of Famous Swords," his movements agile and graceful, like a black phantom, his sword strikes incredibly fierce.

Each thrust of the sword was like a falling star, carrying a chilling killing intent and leaving streaks of cold light in the air.

His swordsmanship appeared graceful, but in reality, it concealed deadly intent. The sword shadows intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable net of death that enveloped Shi Feiyang. His eyes were filled with hatred, and each strike of his sword carried his deep resentment towards Shi Feiyang; only by stabbing Shi Feiyang to death could he vent his hatred.

Xie Zhichuan, as the young master of Shenjian Villa, was now displaying the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" to the fullest extent.

The longsword in his hand was like a silver lightning bolt, swiftly cutting through the air, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light that were mesmerizing.

His swordsmanship was extremely ruthless; every strike aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's vital points, each move potentially fatal.

His face was filled with anger and determination.

As he attacked, he roared, "Shi Feiyang, today is your death day! I will avenge my father!"

The jade-colored light surrounding Shi Feiyang grew even more dazzling, and within the light, there was a powerful and mysterious aura. He held the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand, and the coldness of the blade became even more intense, freezing the surrounding air.

He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," his swordsmanship becoming increasingly fierce, each strike carrying an overwhelming momentum.

At the same time, he used the "Divine Dragon Claw Technique" with his left hand, and the golden light on his palm was like the sharp claw of a divine dragon, shining with dazzling brilliance.

The store instantly descended into chaos, with shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons mingling together in a deafening roar.

Tables and chairs were overturned on the ground, and liquor was spilled everywhere, mixing with blood and emitting a nauseating smell.

The stench of blood permeated the entire space, making it almost suffocating.

The ground was covered with wounded people, their blood gushing out and staining the ground dark red, like a sea of ​​blood.

Dust fell steadily from the beams, trembling as if witnessing the fierce and bloody battle, a breathtaking struggle for life and death.

At this moment, Ding Hong swung his iron rod again and attacked Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and suddenly stretched out his left hand, unleashing the "Divine Dragon Claw Divine Skill".

His hand instantly gripped the iron bar in Ding Hong's hand, his five fingers holding it tightly like steel clamps.

Ding Hong felt a powerful force coming from him, and the iron rod in his hand could not be moved at all.

Shi Feiyang shouted and twisted his arm forcefully. With a "crack", the iron rod was instantly snapped in two.

Ding Hong's eyes widened in terror. Before he could react, Shi Feiyang's right hand swung the Heavenly Frost Blade at him. Ding Hong quickly dodged to the side, but was still cut by the blade, and blood stained his clothes.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Renwang unleashed both palms simultaneously, employing a move from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" called "Dragon Fighting in the Wild."

Two golden dragons roared out from his palms and pounced towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang dodged the attack of the two giant dragons with a flash, and at the same time, his left hand quickly reached out and grabbed Zhong Renwang's right hand. Zhong Renwang felt a sharp pain in his hand and tried to break free but could not move.

Shi Feiyang squeezed hard with his five fingers, and with a few "crack" sounds, Zhong Renwang's hand bones were instantly broken. He let out a scream and his body swayed a few times. Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang kicked Zhong Renwang in the chest, and Zhong Renwang flew backward, crashing into several tables and chairs before falling heavily to the ground.

While Shi Feiyang was dealing with Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan thrust her long sword like a cold light towards Shi Feiyang's back.

Shi Feiyang sensed the attack from behind, quickly turned around, and used his "Divine Dragon Claw Skill" with his left hand to grab Dugu Yan's longsword.

Dugu Yan tried to pull her sword away, but found that Shi Feiyang had gripped it tightly and she couldn't pull it out. Shi Feiyang sneered, and with a strong squeeze, the sword cracked, leaving cracks on its blade.

Dugu Yan was shocked and tried to back away, but Shi Feiyang kicked him in the chest. His body flew backward and crashed heavily into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Dugu Yan injured, Xie Zhichuan's anger intensified. He wielded his longsword rapidly, unleashing the ultimate move from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," "Godslayer and Buddha Destroyer." A dazzling sword light shot towards Shi Feiyang, whose eyes narrowed. Shi Feiyang swiftly swung his Heavenly Frost Blade in his right hand, blocking Xie Zhichuan's attack.

At the same time, he used his left hand to unleash the "Divine Dragon Claw Skill," his palm quickly reaching out and instantly grabbing Xie Zhichuan's left ear.

Xie Zhichuan felt a sharp pain in his ear and tried to break free, but Shi Feiyang held him tightly.

Shi Feiyang pulled hard.

"Ah!" Xie Zhichuan let out a shrill scream as his left ear was ripped off, blood gushing out and staining half of his face red.

He covered his ears and retreated rapidly, his eyes filled with fear and anger.

In an attempt to gain merit, some of the Imperial Guards, wielding embroidered spring knives, attacked Lu Hongye, Yang Xueer, Shi Xiong, and Shi Feiyang from the side.

Facing the onslaught of attacks, Yang Xue'er remained fearless, unleashing the "Gentle Breeze Sword Technique." Her movements were light and graceful, like a lotus flower blooming in the wind. Her swordsmanship was agile and elegant, her sword strikes continuous and fluid, each carrying a refreshing aura while skillfully deflecting the enemy's attacks. Her eyes shone with determination as she tenaciously protected herself and those around her in this fierce battle.

Lu Hongye gripped Lu Chen's spear tightly with both hands, wielding the spear as she unleashed the Lu family's "Breaking Army Spear Technique".

In her hands, the Lu Chen Spear was like a nimble dragon, its shadow flashing and carrying a powerful aura.

Her marksmanship was fierce; every shot whistled through the air. Her eyes held a stubbornness and resilience, making her an insurmountable barrier amidst the enemy ranks, protecting those she cherished.

Although Shi Xiong was still young, he showed extraordinary courage at this moment.

He used the "Flying Willow and Light Smoke Skill" taught to him by "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, his figure as light as a feather, weaving through the enemy ranks. He held an iron knife in his hand, the knife gleaming coldly.

He would sometimes fly onto the crossbeams, soaring between them like a black lightning bolt, launching surprise attacks on the Imperial Guards.

Lan Xiaodie, with her graceful figure, was like a bewitching flower blooming in the dark night. She stood on the edge of this bloody "slaughterhouse" and quietly watched this thrilling battle.

Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions, like a deep, still lake, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

Deep down, she wished Shi Feiyang would be killed immediately. Shi Feiyang had killed her father during the suppression of the rebellion in Bozhou.

Moreover, Shi Feiyang's existence is like a thorn in the side, hindering the Five Poisons Sect's plans in the martial arts world.

Lan Xiaodie's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer. Watching Shi Feiyang struggle against the siege of the demons, a faint sense of pleasure rose in her heart.

She thought to herself that if Shi Feiyang were to die here today, the Five Poisons Sect would have one less obstacle in the martial arts world, and she could establish a higher prestige within the sect. Her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms, as she secretly cheered on those who were besieging Shi Feiyang.

However, after a while, she began to worry that Shi Feiyang might have been killed.

Although Lan Xiaodie outwardly disregarded Shi Feiyang's bravery and valor, deep down she had to admit that he was a rare hero. Her gaze would unconsciously follow Shi Feiyang as he channeled his Mingyu Gong, his body radiating a warm, jade-like light, wielding the Tianshuang Blade, unleashing the fierce Hundred Victories Blade Technique, and his left hand's Divine Dragon Claw technique was even more astonishingly powerful, causing demons to fall wherever he went.

A strange ripple stirred in Lan Xiaodie's heart.

She knew that if such a heroic figure were to fall, the martial arts world might lose a unique brilliance.

Moreover, Shi Feiyang's resolute gaze and bold smile inexplicably surfaced in her mind, making her even more conflicted.

She bit her lip, a hint of hesitation in her eyes, both hoping to see Shi Feiyang fail and fearing that he would really die.

Lan Xiaodie's heart is also waging a war without gunpowder, with contradictions and entanglements constantly intertwined.

Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lü Yuan, three top martial arts masters from the capital with renowned reputations throughout the martial arts world, saw Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Xie Zhichuan, and others lying dead on the spot or seriously injured and on the verge of death. Their anger suddenly surged to the top of their heads, like a powder keg that had been lit and exploded instantly.

The rehabilitation patient's face was full of anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged like winding little snakes.

He suddenly roared and unleashed his terrifying "Fossil Power".

His aura surged, and his skin gradually glowed with a bluish-gray light, instantly transforming him into an incomparably hard stone statue. With an unstoppable momentum, he charged towards Shi Feiyang, causing the air to vibrate and buzz wherever he passed.

Xiang Yushan's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He moved his palms rapidly, and wisps of blue energy swirled and surged within them—his signature move, "Wind Pillar Skill."

The azure currents, like nimble little dragons, intertwined and gradually formed a thick column of wind, carrying immense power as it roared towards Shi Feiyang. Wherever the wind column passed, dust and debris on the ground were instantly swept up and flew everywhere, while tables and chairs were overturned by the powerful wind and thrown around.

Lu Yuan snorted coldly, slightly raising his hands. A thin layer of white mist slowly spread from his palms, which was his "Frosty Palm." This white mist seemed gentle, but in fact it concealed a deadly killing intent. Wherever it went, the air was frozen and the temperature dropped sharply.

Lu Yuan's figure flashed, like a ghost, as he lunged at Shi Feiyang. With each step, he left a trail of shallow, frosty footprints on the ground. In this critical moment, a resolute glint flashed across Lan Xiaodie's face, which was as beautiful as a peach blossom in spring.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, then suddenly lifted her sleeve and flicked it forcefully.

In an instant, a cloud of dark green toxic smoke exploded in front of Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, Lü Yuan and the others.

The toxic smoke, like a bizarre blooming flower, spread rapidly, emitting a pungent, nauseating odor.

An eerie light flickered faintly within the smoke, concealing countless deadly hidden weapons.

Kang Shengsheng, Xiang Yushan, Lü Yuan and others were greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

They immediately stopped and used their respective skills to try to disperse the poisonous smoke.

Kang Sheng moved his hands rapidly, unleashing the defensive move of "Fossil Divine Skill." The bluish-gray light tightly protected his body, and the poisonous smoke dissipated instantly upon touching the light.

Xiang Yushan then pushed the "Wind Pillar Skill" to its limit, causing the wind pillar to spin rapidly, scattering the poisonous smoke into pieces.

Lu Yuan waved his hands repeatedly, and the power of his "Frosty Palm" surged continuously from his palms, freezing the poisonous smoke and preventing it from getting close.

However, just as they were focusing all their efforts on dealing with the poisonous smoke, Lan Xiaodie flashed like a black lightning bolt, quickly arriving beside Shi Feiyang. She whispered, "Shi Feiyang, hurry up and leave!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, but he did not hesitate at all. He quickly pulled Yang Xue'er and Lu Hongye over, with Shi Xiong following closely behind.

Led by Lan Xiaodie, the group quickly ran out of the shop while the Imperial Guards were blocked by the poisonous smoke.

Their figures vanished in the chaos of the famous male escort shop like a gust of wind.

When Kang Shengsheng, Xiang Yushan, Lü Yuan and the others finally dispersed the poisonous smoke, they looked around and found that Lan Xiaodie, Shi Feiyang, Yang Xueer, Lu Hongye, Shi Xiong and the others had already disappeared.

Their gazes fell upon the corpses scattered on the ground, where blood flowed freely, pooling into small pools that were even above their ankles.

Kang Fu was so angry that his face turned red, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He kicked over a table next to him and cursed, "Lan Xiaodie, you vixen! You actually took a fancy to that brat Shi Feiyang and even rescued him! I'll tear you to pieces!"

Zhong Renwang was already severely injured. Hearing Kang Sheng's words and thinking of Lan Xiaodie's betrayal, his blood boiled, and a mouthful of blood surged to his throat. His vision went black, his body swayed a few times, and with a "plop," he fainted in the blood.

His body trembled slightly in the blood, telling of his resentment and anger.

Xie Zhichuan's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot. When he heard the rehabilitation student's curses, he felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and his blood pressure spiked.

His body swayed, he covered his eyes with his hands, his vision becoming increasingly blurry, and his anger and despair reached their peak.

He never expected that the situation, which he had originally thought would be in his grasp, would be ruined by Lan Xiaodie's interference.

Dugu Yan stood to the side, his face terribly grim. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Thinking about how he had spent so much money and supplies to support the Five Poisons Sect in order to deal with Shi Feiyang, only to end up with nothing to show for it, he was filled with regret and anger.

He stared at the empty battlefield, muttering to himself, "Lan Xiaodie, why did you do this to me..."

His voice was filled with despair and resentment.

Shi Feiyang dashed out of the famous duck shop like a black lightning bolt.

His eyes were firm, and without hesitation, he carried Lu Hongye on his back. His gentle yet powerful movements were as if he were protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, he stretched out his long arm and gently put his arm around Yang Xue'er. Yang Xue'er leaned against him, her eyes full of trust and reliance.

Shi Feiyang reached out and held Shi Xiong's hand tightly.

Although Shi Xiong's youthful face showed a hint of nervousness, he gained more courage because of Shi Feiyang's gesture.

Lan Xiaodie moved with a light and graceful figure, like a butterfly in the dark night, leading the way.

She ran quickly, occasionally raising her hand to fling out puffs of poisonous smoke.

The poisonous smoke was dark green, like a strange, blooming flower, and spread rapidly, filling the air with a pungent odor wherever it went.

The Imperial Guards around them felt as if their vision had suddenly turned completely black, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, unable to see anything clearly.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of dizziness and lightheadedness struck.

Their bodies began to sway, they lost their balance, and collapsed to the ground with thuds, losing consciousness.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shi Feiyang and the others used their lightness skills to fly away from the capital like a flock of birds.

Their figures appeared exceptionally agile under the moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in the suburbs.

The fresh air in the suburbs contrasted sharply with the bloody and oppressive atmosphere in the capital.

Shi Feiyang gently put Lu Hongye down, straightened his clothes, and quickly walked to Lan Xiaodie. He clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and said sincerely, "Miss Lan, I am deeply grateful for your help today. If it weren't for you, we would probably not have been able to escape today."

At this moment, Yang Xueer, Shi Xiong, and Lu Hongye stood aside, their hearts filled with doubt.

Yang Xue'er frowned slightly, pondering to herself: Lan Xiaodie is infamous for her poisons, and her actions are often criticized by people in the martial arts world. Why would she suddenly help Shi Lang today? Could she have other plans?

Lu Hongye bit her lip slightly, her eyes fixed on Lan Xiaodie, her heart also filled with confusion: She and my Shi Lang had some grudges, yet she rescued my Shi Lang at a critical moment. What was the secret behind this?

Although Shi Xiong was young, he was also clever.

He scratched his head, wondering to himself: This Sister Lan doesn't seem like a good person, why would she help us?
However, since Shi Feiyang was thanking Lan Xiaodie at that moment, they couldn't say much and simply stood quietly to the side, observing Lan Xiaodie's every move. When Lan Xiaodie heard Shi Feiyang's thanks, a complicated expression flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her indifference.

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, and said coldly, "Shi Feiyang, don't flatter yourself. I saved you not because I have any feelings for you. I just don't want you to die so easily at someone else's hands. I want to kill you with my own hands to avenge my father! Hmph! I have already repaid your kindness in saving me at the exit of the Wu Clan's underground palace in the Northwest. From now on, we will settle all our grudges, old and new. I will definitely take your life!" With that, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure floated away like a wisp of green smoke, leaving only a gradually blurring silhouette.

Shi Feiyang stared in the direction Lan Xiaodie had left, his brows furrowing slightly as he pondered to himself: This Lan Xiaodie, who seemed to be constantly threatening to kill me, actually came to my aid at the crucial moment. Her thoughts are truly unfathomable.

Yang Xue'er stepped forward, gently took Shi Feiyang's hand, and said, "Shi Lang, Lan Xiaodie's behavior is too strange. We should be careful." Lu Hongye also nodded and said, "Yes, Shi Lang, we can't believe everything she says."

(End of this chapter)