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

Chapter 226. Seven Steps to Slay the Dragon: Shi Feiyang's Fierce Battle Against the Imperial Guard Masters
As dawn breaks over the Yanshan Mountains, soft light spills gently across the foothills like a veil. Although spring has quietly begun to stir in this land, the morning wind remains biting and cold, like countless sharp knives relentlessly cutting into people's faces.

Inside the tent, Shi Feiyang and Lu Hongye nestled together, spending a blissful and blissful night.

Like a lazy and affectionate kitten, Lu Hongye slowly opened her sleepy eyes in Shi Feiyang's warm and fiery embrace.

Her cheeks were rosy, like peach blossoms just beginning to bloom on a spring branch, delicate and beautiful, with a faint blush.

Her eyes sparkled with contentment and happiness, as if they held a sky full of stars. She gently moved her body, quietly rising from Shi Feiyang's embrace, her movements as light as a breeze brushing against flower petals, as if afraid of disturbing her lover who was still dreaming.

Lu Hongye stepped out of the tent, looked around, and saw rolling green hills and snow that had not yet completely melted, shimmering with a cool luster under the sunlight. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the unique tranquility and beauty of the mountain morning.

Then, she took the initiative to walk to the side and start a fire to cook.

She skillfully handled the pots and pans, her eyes revealing focus and tenderness. Warm memories of the time she spent with Shi Feiyang kept flashing through her mind, and a sweet smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Shi Feiyang was sleeping on the couch inside the tent when he unconsciously turned over in his sleep. He instinctively stretched out his arm, wanting to hug Lu Hongye beside him, but he missed.

He suddenly awoke with a start, quickly becoming fully awake. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and he called out anxiously, "Hongye!"

The voice was filled with tension and worry, as if the world's most precious treasure had been lost.

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang's call, Lu Hongye immediately responded crisply, "Shi Lang, I'm here, preparing breakfast. You can lie down without worry."

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a cheerful mountain stream, echoing in the chilly morning and quickly calming Shi Feiyang's unease. Hearing Lu Hongye's voice, Shi Feiyang's tense nerves finally relaxed.

However, after all this commotion, he had lost his sleepiness.

He simply rolled out of bed, quickly and efficiently grabbed his clothes and put them on.

His tall and upright figure made him appear particularly heroic inside the tent.

Then, he walked toward the mysterious deerskin bag. The bag looked ordinary on the outside, but it contained a secret. Shi Feiyang reached inside and gently pulled out two enormous bathtubs.

He closed his eyes slightly, muttered incantations, and moved his hands rapidly. Instantly, the bathtub filled with steaming hot water, with wisps of steam rising from the surface, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

Shi Feiyang then lay down in a bathtub and began to take a leisurely bath.

He closed his eyes slightly, letting the warm water envelop his body, but his thoughts drifted to distant places.

He knew that he was about to face a daunting task concerning the fate of the Ming Dynasty and the lives of its people.

He pondered how to cleverly enter the capital, what strategy to use to meet the emperor, and how to clearly and logically expose to the emperor the conspiracy between the Directorate of Ceremonial and the Japanese pirates.

Every detail and every step was repeatedly rehearsed in his mind, and his eyes sometimes flashed with determination and sometimes revealed worry.

At this moment, the young page Shi Xiong emerged from another tent. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Shi Feiyang taking a bath and Lu Hongye cooking, and couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

He thought to himself: "Young Master is truly blessed to have such a gentle and virtuous woman like Miss Lu by his side, and to be able to enjoy such novel objects. When will I be able to have such a pleasant life?"

As Shi Xiong pondered this, he walked to Lu Hongye's side and said, "Madam, let me help you."

Lu Hongye smiled and nodded: "Okay, Shi Xiong, it will be much easier with your help."

Soon after, Yang Xueer walked lightly into Shi Feiyang and Lu Hongye's tent.

She wore a light green dress, like a touch of new green in spring, fresh and charming.

As soon as she entered the tent, she saw Shi Feiyang taking a bath in the bathtub. She was immediately shocked, her bright eyes widening in disbelief. In all her life, she had never seen such a novel object—a bathtub.

The bathtub had a unique design, and the hot water inside was steaming, as if it possessed an invisible magic.

Shi Feiyang noticed Yang Xue'er coming in, turned to the side, smiled, his eyes full of affection, and gently pointed to the bathtub next to him, saying softly, "Xue'er, come and take a bath. The water is so warm. A soak will make you feel so comfortable."

His voice was deep and magnetic, like the warm sun in spring, which warmed Yang Xueer's heart.

Yang Xueer's cheeks suddenly flushed crimson, like the brilliant sunset in the sky.

She lowered her head slightly and shyly took off her clothes in front of Shi Feiyang.

Her movements were gentle and slow, each one revealing a touch of shyness and playfulness. Her skin, as white as snow, took on a faint pink hue in the steam. Then, she carefully stepped into the bathtub.

As the warm water completely enveloped her body, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, a satisfied expression on her face, and murmured softly, "Shilang, this feeling is wonderful, so comfortable..."

Her voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of coquettishness.

Shi Feiyang stood up from the bathtub, his body covered in glistening water droplets that shone like a dazzling pearl in the sunlight.

He went back to the deerskin bag and took out several sets of brand-new clothes. These clothes were of excellent quality and exquisitely embroidered, clearly of considerable value.

The clothes are embroidered with exquisite patterns, including vibrant flowers and lively birds, and every stitch is imbued with deep emotion.

Shi Feiyang quickly dressed and tidied himself up, his movements practiced and fluid.

Then, he looked at Yang Xue'er with a meaningful look in his eyes and softly suggested, "Xue'er, we're going out later, so you should dress as a man. It will be easier for you to move around that way." Yang Xue'er nodded gently and obediently replied, "Okay, Shi Lang, I'll do whatever you say."

Shi Feiyang filled the bathtub with new hot water, then stepped out of the tent to take over from Lu Hongye in preparing the meal.

He skillfully handled the kitchen utensils while calling into the tent, "Hongye, go take a bath. Later, you and Yang Xueer will dress up as men."

Lu Hongye entered the tent upon hearing the call. Seeing Yang Xue'er already in the bathtub, she smiled and said, "Little Xue'er, Shi Lang is so considerate of you." Yang Xue'er blushed slightly and replied, "Sister Lu, Shi Lang treats us all the same."

Lu Hongye nodded gently and began to take off her clothes and bathe.

At breakfast time, Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer sat at the table, their eyes curiously fixed on Shi Feiyang.

Lu Hongye asked first, "Shi Lang, where did these bathtubs come from? Also, where does the hot water come from? The appearance of this hot water is so mysterious, what's going on?"

Her eyes were filled with doubt as she stared intently at Shi Feiyang, awaiting his answer.

Yang Xueer nodded in agreement, adding, "Yes, Shi Lang, this is incredible! Please tell us!"

Her eyes were full of expectation, like a child longing for candy.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang simply smiled slightly, a hint of mystery in his expression, and said, "My ladies, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. I will explain to you at the appropriate time. But you only need to understand that all of this is for our better protection of each other and for safeguarding our future."

His voice was gentle yet firm, conveying a reassuring strength.

After hearing this, Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer exchanged a glance and stopped asking questions, silently lowering their heads to enjoy their breakfast.

Shi Xiong watched them from the side, his heart filled with envy.

After breakfast, soft sunlight streamed into the campsite.

Shi Feiyang stood still, his figure as straight as a pine tree. He reached out to the deerskin bag at his waist, which was invisible to ordinary people.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, all the supplies—tents, pots and pans, and more—were instantly drawn in by an invisible force and flew into the deerskin bag, disappearing without a trace.

Lu Hongye, Shi Xiong, and Yang Xueer stood to the side, dumbfounded, their faces filled with astonishment.

Lu Hongye couldn't help but exclaim, "Shi Lang, what... what is this thing? How can it be so magical?"

Shi Feiyang simply smiled and did not reply.

His smile held a hint of mystery, and he then took out several magnificent warhorses from the deerskin bag. The horses had taut muscles and glossy coats that shimmered with a captivating luster in the sunlight.

Shi Feiyang reached out and helped Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer onto their warhorses, while Shi Xiong also nimbly climbed onto a horse.

Shi Feiyang mounted his horse with agile and swift movements, displaying his heroic nature.

After everyone had finished preparing, Shi Feiyang gave the order, and several warhorses galloped off like arrows towards the capital.

The wind howled in their ears as they rode at breakneck speed, and finally arrived in the capital.

They disguised themselves and discreetly checked into the soon-to-open "Millet Pavilion".

This Mierguan is located in the Eight Great Hutongs, a place that has always been bustling and lively, a melting pot of all sorts of people.

Night fell slowly, like a huge black ribbon, enveloping the entire capital.

Inside the Mir Pavilion, candlelight flickered, and the dim yellow light seemed like leaping sprites, elongating everyone's shadows.

The shopkeeper, Wan Niang, the leader of the second branch of the capital, came to greet Shi Feiyang and his party with a graceful figure and a smile.

Wan Niang wore a brightly colored cheongsam, her figure was light and graceful, and her eyes revealed a calmness after seeing the vicissitudes of life.

She smiled and said, "Young Master Shi, you've finally arrived. This Mier Pavilion is about to open, and your presence will surely make it even more special."

Shi Feiyang cupped his hands and smiled, "Wan Niang, you're too kind. I'll have to rely on you for help in the future."

After chatting for a while, Wan Niang's eyes flickered as she looked at Lu Hongye and Yang Xue'er, a smile playing on her lips. She teased, "You two brides, look how affectionate you are. But, in my opinion, why take turns accompanying the Chief? Wouldn't it be more interesting to spend the night together? Love in this world should be carefree; don't restrain yourself." With that, she covered her mouth and chuckled, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xueer and Lu Hongye's cheeks instantly turned hot, like ripe apples.

Yang Xue'er lowered her head and whispered, "Wan Niang, what... what are you saying?" Lu Hongye, though also shy, asked curiously, "Wan Niang, you must have seen many loving couples in this brothel. Are there really any that carefree?"

Wan Niang gently waved her round fan and said leisurely, "Girls, love in this world comes in a thousand forms. In these eight hutongs, I've seen too many lovesick men and women, and I've also seen couples walking hand in hand. As long as you truly love someone, why bother with those worldly rules?"

Lu Hongye and Yang Xueer nodded shyly.

That night, the moonlight, as clear as water, streamed through the window into the room.

Yang Xueer and Lu Hongye slept with Shi Feiyang.

The room was filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere, and everything seemed so fresh.

Yang Xue'er nestled gently in Shi Feiyang's arms and whispered, "Shi Lang, what Wan Niang said today has made me somewhat yearn for it, but... but is this appropriate?"

Lu Hongye also leaned closer and said, "Shi Lang, I think it would be nice to be able to stay with you like this forever."

Shi Feiyang gently stroked their hair and said softly, "My two ladies, as long as you are willing, I will never let you down."

This night was filled with a unique charm.

The next morning, as dawn broke, soft light streamed through the windows and into the room.

Shi Feiyang sat upright at the table, his expression solemn, like a composed statue.

He slowly reached out and touched the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

This seemingly ordinary deerskin bag holds endless mysteries.

He then took out a gold brick, which shimmered with dazzling golden light in the morning light, embodying the wealth and glory of the world; he then took out ten gold leaves, as thin as cicada wings, which made a clear and melodious sound when gently shaken; then he took out ten large silver ingots, which had smooth surfaces and a cool luster.

Shi Feiyang solemnly handed the valuables to Lu Hongye, his voice low but firm: "Hongye, you, Xue'er, and Shi Xiong, immediately disguise yourselves and acquire a large inn. Remember, this is a crucial operation for us to secretly establish the Xiong Ying Society's third branch in the capital. It concerns the success or failure of our great cause, and there can be absolutely no mistakes."

His eyes revealed an unquestionable trust and expectation.

Lu Hongye accepted the valuables with both hands, nodded solemnly, her gaze as firm as a rock, and replied, "Shi Lang, please rest assured, we will do our best and live up to our mission."

Yang Xueer and Shi Xiong stood to the side, their gazes equally firm, and replied in unison, "We will not fail your trust!"

Although the voices came from different mouths, they resonated throughout the room like a powerful force.

After Lu Hongye, Yang Xueer, and Shi Xiong left, Shi Feiyang slowly got up and walked back to his room.

He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes to rest, and gathered his strength for the upcoming major operation.

When lunchtime arrived, he did not get up to eat, but continued to conserve his energy, constantly thinking about the next plan in his mind. His eyes were sometimes sharp and sometimes deep as he plotted a shocking scheme.

As dusk falls, the setting sun seems to be shrouded in a light veil, its magnificent afterglow like a golden curtain, gently spreading across the vast earth, gilding everything in the world with a dreamlike golden edge.

Shi Feiyang slowly awoke amidst the dreamlike light and shadow, rose gently, and walked steadily toward the basin of water.

His posture was upright, and every step he took exuded an innate composure and confidence.

He went to the basin, gently scooped up some water, and splashed it on his face. The cool touch instantly dispelled any lingering drowsiness. Then, he began to bathe and change clothes methodically.

His movements were skillful and elegant, and every subtle gesture revealed his composure and calmness.

After taking a bath, he took out a set of finely made and perfectly tailored black clothes from the side.

The black robe was made of superior material, smooth as silk to the touch, and when worn by him, it accentuated his agile figure and imposing heroic spirit.

After getting dressed, Shi Feiyang paused briefly, a look of determination and resolve flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he sped off like a black lightning bolt toward Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Eight Great Hutongs.

At this moment, Xiaoxiang Pavilion seemed to be a wonderful place where paradise on earth and a den of iniquity intertwined, bustling with activity and displaying its prosperity and extravagance.

On either side of the entrance, a pair of huge red lanterns hang, their bright red color dazzling, and their lampshades painted with exquisite peony patterns. They sway gently in the breeze, as if showing passersby the beautiful scenery inside the museum.

Upon entering the museum, one is greeted by a magnificent and resplendent scene.

On the ceiling, a huge glass chandelier shone brightly, and countless tiny crystals refracted colorful light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime, while also adding a touch of dreaminess and mystery.

Inside the hall, there were rows of exquisitely carved mahogany tables and chairs, laden with delicacies and the aroma of wine.

The guests, dressed in fine clothes, sat or stood, chatting and laughing.

Some were raising their cups, frolicking with the beauties beside them, oblivious to the wine dripping from their lips onto their expensive brocade robes; others were enthusiastically participating in the game of pitch-pot, cheers and applause erupting as the arrows pierced the pot.

The walls are adorned with paintings and calligraphy by renowned artists, depicting landscapes, flowers, and birds with lifelike detail, perfectly complementing the lively scene.

In a corner, several musicians were intently playing traditional string and wind instruments.

The melodious strains of the zither flowed like a gentle stream, lingering and tender; the crisp notes of the flute echoed like a nightingale singing in a valley, lively and vibrant; the deep tones of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) were like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, their lingering resonance profound. The timbres of these three instruments intertwined, weaving a magnificent melody that resonated in every corner of the hall, telling tales of human prosperity and extravagance, captivating all who heard it.

In the dance floor, a group of dancers dressed in sheer veils are gracefully dancing.

Their figures were graceful, their dance steps light, and the thin veil fluttered with their movements, revealing glimpses of their snow-white skin.

With charming smiles on their faces and sparkling eyes, they frequently made eye contact with the guests below the stage, eliciting whistles and cheers.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, waiters moved about busily, serving wine and dishes to the guests.

Their faces beamed with enthusiastic smiles, and their movements were practiced and skillful, showing no sign of slackness.

The beauties, some nestled in the arms of their guests, others held round fans, covering their mouths and whispering to their companions, their eyes revealing their enjoyment and intoxication with this decadent lifestyle.

Shi Feiyang stepped into the hall, but he was like an invisible ghost, moving through the noisy and bustling environment.

He moved with the lightness of a swallow, his steps silent and deliberate, each one carefully chosen so as not to disturb the guests inside. His eyes were sharp as a hawk's, constantly scanning the dazzling world.

He would occasionally push the doors of some rooms gently, his movements extremely careful, the light shining through the cracks illuminating his cold, stern face.

Finally, in a room, his keen eyes locked onto a member of the Imperial Guard who was indulging in pleasure.

The Imperial Guard, his face flushed and eyes glazed, was laughing and playing with the woman beside him, completely immersed in this gentle embrace, oblivious to the impending danger.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang did not hesitate. Like a hawk that had been poised to pounce on its prey, he instantly rushed forward like an arrow released from a bow.

His movements were swift and lightning-fast; his hands were like two iron clamps, carrying immense force, precisely and tightly restraining his opponent.

Before the Imperial Guard could recover from this sudden turn of events, he was firmly under Shi Feiyang's control and unable to move.

Shi Feiyang moved with agility, swiftly removing the Jinyiwei uniform from his opponent as if by flowing water, and then tucked the embroidered spring knife, a symbol of Jinyiwei status, into his waistband. The entire process was seamless, smooth, and natural, without the slightest hesitation.

He then straightened his clothes and swaggered toward the palace.

At this moment, his expression and demeanor made him seem as if he had truly transformed into a majestic and invincible Imperial Guard.

In mid-spring, a gentle breeze blew through the imperial palace in the capital, carrying a hint of warmth, but it could not dispel the heavy and oppressive atmosphere surrounding the South Study of the Qianqing Palace.

The palace walls stand tall, and the glazed tiles shimmer with a cool luster under the sunlight, telling of the majesty and mystery of this deep palace.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in the uniform of the Imperial Guard, skillfully avoided the gaze of others and successfully arrived at the South Study of Qianqing Palace.

He stood in front of the study door, his tall figure appearing somewhat frail against the backdrop of the palace walls.

At this moment, a sense of tension and excitement welled up in his heart, like surging waves.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the wild emotions surging within him and restore his composure.

Then, he suddenly reached out and, with all his might, pushed open the door.

A long, piercing sound rang out as the door slowly opened. The sound, like a sharp blade, seemed particularly abrupt in the almost deathly silence, instantly shattering the tranquility of the room.

Inside the room, Emperor Wanli, Zhu Yijun, sat at a large desk, intently dealing with the mountain of court affairs.

His brows were furrowed, and the brush in his hand danced on the rice paper, his expression solemn.

Beside him stood a group of guards clad in heavy armor, wielding gleaming weapons, their expressions solemn, like cold statues.

The eunuchs, dressed in fine clothes, stood respectfully to the side, ready to be ordered at any time, not daring to utter a sound; the palace maids, holding palace lanterns, stood quietly in the corner, their eyes revealing a hint of fear and unease.

Hearing the sudden sound of the door opening, everyone was startled, their bodies tensed instantly, and they all turned to look at the doorway.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in the uniform of the Imperial Guard, stood tall and proud, his gaze firm and unwavering, like a sharp sword, standing straight at the door.

The crowd was so frightened by this sudden action that their faces turned deathly pale, like the last snowflakes in winter, devoid of any color, as if they had seen a ghost from hell, their hearts filled with fear and astonishment.

Zhu Yijun looked closely and saw the brush he was holding fall to the ground with a "thud," rolling a few times with a dull thud.

His legs suddenly lost strength, and he almost slipped off the chair.

His hand trembled as he pointed at Shi Feiyang, his voice shaking with fear and rage, almost out of control: "You...you're not Shi Feiyang, the wanted criminal of the court? How dare you break into my study! Guards, seize him and tear him to pieces!"

His voice echoed in the room, trembling with a hint of hysteria, like the roar of a wounded beast.

The guards, eunuchs, and palace maids were terrified. Some of the more timid ones even lost control of their bladders on the spot. A pungent odor instantly filled the room, making the originally solemn study even more oppressive.

The guards drew their swords, their blades flashing and exuding a chilling aura, and surrounded Shi Feiyang. However, due to their fear of Shi Feiyang's formidable reputation, although they adopted a posture of being on high alert, the swords in their hands trembled slightly, and they dared not advance rashly.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, a confident smile appearing on his face. He was as composed as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him.

He spoke in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, please remain calm. I have come here today at great risk because it concerns a matter of vital importance to the fate of our Great Ming Dynasty. I hope Your Majesty can temporarily calm your anger and listen to what I have to say. Although I come from a humble background, I am well aware of the greater good of the nation and cannot bear to see the people of our Great Ming suffer and our country tarnished." His voice was deep and powerful, like the resounding of a great bell. In this tense and oppressive atmosphere, it was exceptionally clear, penetrating everyone's eardrums and carrying an irresistible force.

Shi Feiyang, unfazed, reached into his robes and retrieved the coastal defense map he had obtained from the dentures of the old boxer Lu Qiao. He then took out the waist token of Zhao Quan, a centurion of the Luoyang Garrison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, pointed to the coded message on it, and loudly proclaimed, "Your Majesty, this is irrefutable evidence of the Directorate of Ceremonial's secret collusion with the Japanese pirates! They are attempting to betray our Great Ming Dynasty by working together from within and without, plunging countless people into misery. The coastal people suffer terribly from the pirates' raids. If Your Majesty does not make a decision soon, the consequences will be unimaginable! I have come here at the risk of my life, hoping to help Your Majesty clear the clouds, eliminate the treacherous officials, and restore peace and order to our Great Ming Dynasty."

His words were powerful and resounding, like heavy bombs, stirring up a thousand waves in the hearts of everyone in the room.

Zhu Yijun was stunned for a moment, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the evidence in Shi Feiyang's hand.

He then nodded slightly, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "The evidence presented by Minister Shi is conclusive, and I will certainly punish these traitors severely. However, I am busy with official duties, so I will not dine with Minister Shi."

After saying that, he turned his head and pretended to sneeze, while secretly giving his trusted eunuch a wink.

The eunuch understood immediately, bowed slightly, and quietly withdrew.

Shi Feiyang took in all of this, and became secretly vigilant. He knew that the situation ahead would be even more dangerous and unpredictable.

Zhu Yijun's face was full of smiles, which seemed kind, like the warm spring sun, but did not reach his eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of cold killing intent, like frost in a cold night.

He stood up and personally saw Shi Feiyang off, saying as he walked away, "Minister Shi, the news you brought today is of utmost importance and is truly a blessing for our Great Ming. In the future, if there are any major matters, come to the palace to report to me at any time. I see that you are exceptionally talented. If you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to the court, your future will be limitless, and wealth and honor will be within your grasp."

His words were enticing, painting a rosy picture of the future for Shi Feiyang while simultaneously setting a trap for him.

Shi Feiyang bowed slightly, his eyes full of sincerity, and replied, "Your Majesty is wise, and I, your humble servant, will certainly share your burdens. My only wish is for peace throughout the land and for the people to live and work in contentment. I would gladly die for the sake of my Great Ming and Your Majesty. I take my leave now, hoping that this audience with Your Majesty will be of some help to you, and that my Great Ming will soon be free from the threats of treacherous officials and Japanese pirates."

His voice was firm and sincere, revealing a deep love for his country and its people.

Zhu Yijun stood up to see Shi Feiyang off, smiling and behaving kindly, trying his best to conceal his deep-seated murderous intent towards Shi Feiyang.

Watching Shi Feiyang leave the South Study, he sneered inwardly, thinking: If not now, when? This kind of martial arts figure knows too many secrets; keeping him around will only bring trouble in the end.

Not long after Shi Feiyang stepped out of the South Study, he heard a series of hurried and heavy footsteps, like distant thunder, rapidly approaching.

His heart tightened, and he looked up to see Kang Fusheng standing proudly like a cold war god, commanding ten thousand Imperial Guards to surge forward like a tidal wave. The scene was like a thousand troops galloping, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

Wherever it passed, the floor tiles trembled and dust flew up, as if the entire palace was trembling slightly under this powerful aura.

Among the crowd, Xie Zhichuan, known as the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," was dressed in a black outfit, like a ghost in the dark night; Fu Anxing, known as the "Frontier Enchantress," wore a red dress, like a burning flame; and Wan Liupiao was draped in a gray robe, like an immortal in the clouds.

Upon seeing Shi Feiyang, Xie Zhichuan's eyes widened immediately, gleaming with an extremely fierce light, as if a hungry wolf had spotted its prey.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Shi Feiyang, today is your death day! Last time you escaped by chance, but this time, you won't get away!" Before he finished speaking, his figure shot out like a black lightning bolt.

With a flick of his longsword, he unleashed the terrifying "Thirteen Deadly Swords," one move, "Azure Peak Slicing Face," was incredibly fierce. The blade flashed with cold light, like a bolt of azure lightning, slashing straight at Shi Feiyang's face with overwhelming force.

The sword tip sliced ​​through the air, making a hissing sound.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, showing no fear whatsoever.

In an instant, he activated the eighth level of the Mingyu Skill—"Supreme Forgetfulness".

In an instant, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation, as if he had become a transcendent immortal, freed from the shackles of the mortal world. A mysterious and powerful aura emanated from him, spreading outwards like an invisible ripple, causing the surrounding air to tremble. Then, he reached for the deerskin pouch at his waist, invisible to mortals, and retrieved the Heavenly Frost Blade, placing the Embroidered Spring Knife at his waist into the pouch.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, exuding a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.
This knife has already drunk its fill of countless lives and is eager to taste life once more.

Shi Feiyang unleashed his Hundred Victories Blade Technique, his Heavenly Frost Blade flashing with impenetrable force, forming a silver barrier that completely protected him. With a few sharp "swish, swish, swish" sounds, the blades clashed fiercely, sparks flying, echoing clearly and loudly throughout the palace corridors. At the same time, "The Enchanting Beauty of the Frontier," Fu Anxing, saw Shi Feiyang, a venomous glint flashing in her eyes, like an enraged viper.

She shouted, "Shi Feiyang, prepare to die! Today I will avenge my dead sister!" With that shout, the soft whip in her hand moved like a nimble snake, instantly striking Shi Feiyang.

The whip tip created a sharp whistling sound, tearing through the air and making a "whooshing" noise.

Shi Feiyang's gaze sharpened, revealing a resolute look in his eyes.

He dodged to the side with the agility of a cheetah galloping across the grassland, skillfully avoiding the attack of the soft whip.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his sword at Fu Anxing with unparalleled ferocity and immense force.

Fu Anxing remained calm and composed. Having practiced the Western Regions Ghost Shadow Whip Technique since childhood, her movements were as elusive as a ghost, easily dodging Shi Feiyang's attacks.

A smile played on her lips as she said coquettishly, "Shi Feiyang, you think you can hurt me? Today, I'll show you what real power is!" With that, the soft whip traced a strange arc in the air and attacked Shi Feiyang once again. The whip's shadow wove together in the air, creating a dazzling display of red light.

Wan Liu Piao quickly formed hand seals while chanting incantations.

A golden aura quickly formed in front of him, radiating a soft yet majestic light, as if containing boundless power.

Immediately afterwards, the protective shield, like a giant golden net, enveloped Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang felt a chill run down his spine, knowing full well the power of this "Great Kasyapa Aura Shield".

This skill is a combination of the Buddhist formless divine skill and the great power of Prajna, forming an extremely wondrous, mysterious, profound, and unique skill.

When fighting an enemy, it can form a complete protective aura, leaving the enemy no opening to exploit. The range can vary greatly, from several feet or even tens of feet away, depending on the user's skill; for those nearby, it can adhere to the body. If gathered in the palm and unleashed, it can shatter mountains and split peaks, displaying unparalleled power.

Shi Feiyang knew that the "Great Kasyapa Aura" in front of him was incredibly powerful, and he dared not rashly take it head-on.

In that critical moment, he instantly activated the Mingyu Technique, and the true energy within his body surged and flowed like a raging river, rapidly condensing around him to form a massive vortex of true energy. This vortex seemed to possess a life of its own, frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and continuously drawing upon the inner strength of Xie Zhichuan, Fu Anxing, and Wan Liupiao.

Shi Feiyang felt his internal energy rapidly expanding, like a balloon balloon, filling his entire body with a sense of power.

With the powerful support of Mingyu Gong, he unleashed the ultimate technique of the Divine Dragon Claw, "Seven Steps of Dragon's Journey," and combined it with the Heavenly Frost Blade in his right hand to perform the Hundred Victories Blade Technique.

(End of this chapter)