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

Chapter 228. The Bloodbath at Qingfeng Mountain: Heroic Spirit Roams the Martial World

Shi Feiyang gently took Yang Xue'er's hand, his eyes full of tenderness, and said softly, "Xue'er, since we are married, it is only natural for us to return to Qingfeng Pavilion in Liaodong to visit our family. Although there may be difficulties and dangers on the way, I will accompany you, so you can rest assured and not worry at all."

Yang Xueer nodded slightly, a happy smile appearing on her face, just like a beautiful flower blooming in spring, bright and charming.

The young pageboy Shi Xiong stood beside him, his eyes bright and full of longing and curiosity for Liaodong.

He scratched his head, then said with a hint of excitement, “Chief, I’ve heard that Liaodong is a vast and boundless land, with expansive grasslands that resemble a green ocean. When the wind blows, the grass ripples like waves, a truly magnificent sight. And there are the great eagles soaring through the sky, their wingspans blotting out the sun. It is truly a blessing for Shi Xiong to be able to travel there with you. Moreover, I have other plans in mind. On the way, I wish to learn archery from Brother Miao and study plum blossom dart shooting from Brother Shan. Seeing them demonstrate such divine skills has filled me with longing. And Brother Xie, I also wish to receive your guidance on the ‘Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique.’ I’ve already gained some understanding of this skill from the previous battles in the capital, and now I only hope to improve it further so that I can better serve the Chief in the future.”

Shi Feiyang smiled and nodded, then said earnestly, "Shi Xiong, it is truly rare to find someone with such ambition. You must not slack off along the way, and you must humbly learn from the elder brothers." After saying this, everyone mounted their horses.

The horses raised their heads and neighed, their front hooves raised high, as if demonstrating their fearless courage to the chilly world of late spring.

Immediately, the horse galloped away like an arrow released from a bow, heading into the distance.

The sound of horses' hooves was as rapid and powerful as drumbeats, echoing endlessly through the valley.

The dust that rose up blotted out the sky, like a black, surging torrent rolling forward. Wherever it went, birds along the way were startled and scattered in all directions, and the grass and trees in the mountains trembled under this powerful force.

It is late spring, a time when all things should be thriving and full of life, but the north still feels a bit chilly.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a hint of chill.

That day, they passed through Shandong. Shi Feiyang looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, with clouds and mist swirling among the peaks, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he thought of the many heroes of the Shandong martial arts world and proposed, “Brothers, Shandong is a fertile land, blessed with outstanding talents, and has always produced many heroes. Zhao Qingfeng, the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, has a deep friendship with us, like that of brothers. I remember when we quelled the rebellion in Ningxia, we fought side by side, facing life and death together. In that bloody storm, we shed blood on the battlefield. I will never forget this bond of life and death. Now that I am passing through, it is only right that I visit him, as a way to deeply cherish the memories of our days fighting side by side.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with approval.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen clasped his hands and said respectfully, "What the Grand Master said is absolutely right. Sect Leader Zhao is a generous and righteous man, and his disciples are all loyal and courageous. It is only natural for us to go and visit him."

As they were talking, a dark figure appeared like an arrow released from a bow, rushing towards them from afar like a whirlwind. The newcomer was none other than Ma Qianli, the leader of the Divine Speed ​​Sect, a master of tracking techniques. His movements were agile and swift, like a cheetah sprinting across the grasslands. Yet, at this moment, his face was filled with anxiety, as if shrouded in a thick gloom, making it clear at a glance that a great calamity was about to befall him.

Ma Qianli knelt down on one knee before Shi Feiyang with a thud, his voice urgent and trembling as he said, “Master Shi, something terrible has happened! When Sect Leader Zhao Qingfeng was sailing out to sea, he stumbled upon the Shandong Giant Whale Gang secretly colluding with Japanese pirates. The Giant Whale Gang is ruthless and vicious, and they intended to kill him to silence him. Now Sect Leader Zhao has been surrounded and is dead, his fate unknown. Sun Tiezhang of the Iron Palm Gang, Qian Wanying of the Flying Eagle Sect, Zhou Cangyue of the Diancang Blade Sect, and Lin Yufeng, the leader of the Bagua Qimen Formation, were filled with righteous indignation upon hearing this and rushed to his aid without hesitation. But who could have foreseen that they too would be surrounded by the Giant Whale Gang's leader Gao Sheng, deputy leaders Gao Zhi, Gao Liang, Gao Huang, and Gao Die, as well as the Giant Whale Gang and the Japanese pirates? At this moment, they are fighting a bloody battle on Qingfeng Mountain, their situation is extremely precarious, and they may not be able to hold out much longer!”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere instantly filled the air.

Upon hearing the devastating news brought by Ma Qianli, Shi Feiyang's expression instantly hardened, like a bolt of lightning suddenly flashing across a cold night, cold and resolute.

He suddenly drew the Frostblade from his waist. The blade gleamed with a cold light, like a pool of icy water, exuding a chilling killing intent.

This divine weapon is already eager to drink the blood of the wicked.

Shi Feiyang raised the Heavenly Frost Blade high and shouted, "Brothers! The martial arts world of Shandong is in turmoil, and the Jianghu is in danger! Now is the time for us chivalrous people to show our responsibility and step forward! How can we stand idly by? We must rush to Qingfeng Mountain to rescue them and make those shameless scoundrels who colluded with the Japanese pirates pay a heavy price!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing between heaven and earth, exuding a heroic spirit that made people's blood boil.

Upon hearing this, Miao Menlong, the "divine archer," gripped his longbow tightly, as if the bow had come to life in his hands.

His eyes widened, and he shouted, "Chief! We are willing to follow you through fire and water, even unto death! We will surely kill these bandits without leaving a single one alive!" The crowd responded in unison, their voices converging like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky, exuding an aura of fearlessness and undaunted courage, which shattered the gloomy sky.

The group spurred their horses onward, galloping towards Qingfeng Mountain at breakneck speed.

The sound of horses' hooves was rapid, like dense drumbeats, striking out a stirring rhythm on the earth. Before even approaching Qingfeng Mountain, one could hear the deafening shouts of battle from the mountain, the sound like rolling thunder, one wave after another, making one's eardrums ache, as if shaking one's soul apart.

Upon closer inspection, a scene of utter devastation unfolded on the mountain, resembling a living hell.

The flashing blades and glints of swords intertwined to create a deadly spectacle, with blood splattering everywhere and drawing horrifying arcs in the air.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood filled the air, a smell that seeped into every pore, sending chills down one's spine.

The members of the Giant Whale Gang colluded with the Japanese pirates, like hungry wolves with bloodshot eyes, surrounding the righteous people such as the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

The disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, dressed in white, stood out like pure white snowflakes on the bloody battlefield.

They stood tall and straight, holding long swords, as resolute as evergreen pines and cypresses.

At this moment, they unleashed the "Thirteen Swords of Gentle Breeze," their sword moves light and graceful, like a gentle breeze caressing the face, yet concealing a sharp killing intent beneath their gentleness.

Each thrust of the sword was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if it were about to tear the air apart, each strike aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

However, the Giant Whale Gang has a large number of members, like a surging tide, wave after wave, endlessly pouring in.

Moreover, the Japanese pirates were all fierce and brutal. They wielded Japanese swords with blades that gleamed with a cold light. Their swordsmanship was extremely ruthless. Every swing of their swords carried the power to split rocks and shatter monuments. Wherever they went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground.

For a time, the two sides were locked in a stalemate, unable to gain the upper hand, with casualties on both sides. The ground was littered with corpses, and blood pooled into streams, flowing gently, the blood telling the story of the cruelty and brutality of this bloody battle.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang shouted, "Brothers, follow me to kill the Japanese pirates!"

The sound was like the ringing of a great bell, shaking the surrounding air and seemingly capable of shattering the heavens and earth.

He charged into the enemy ranks first, like a sharp dagger piercing the enemy's heart.

He activated the Mingyu Gong, and the true energy within his body surged and flowed like a mighty river.

In an instant, a faint halo appeared around him, which was like a materialized shield, rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing. Strange runes flickered faintly within the halo, which was the manifestation of the powerful Mingyu Gong.

His aura suddenly surged, as if he were a war god emerging from the mortal world.

Immediately, he unleashed the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. The wind howled as each strike seemed to split mountains and shatter rocks, carrying overwhelming power as it swept towards the Japanese pirates. With a single swing, a sharp blade of light flashed, like lightning streaking across the night sky. Thirteen Japanese pirates were instantly decapitated, their blood splattering everywhere, their severed limbs scattered across the ground in a scene of extreme gore.

Under Shi Feiyang's leadership, the heroes of Xiong Ying fought bravely against the enemy, and the battle became increasingly fierce.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi's eyes are as sharp as an eagle's, locked on the target in the enemy group, his eyes able to see through the enemy's every move.

His hands moved so fast and swiftly, like butterflies flitting among flowers, that it was dazzling and astonishing.

In an instant, countless plum blossom darts shot out from his hand, like shooting stars flashing in the night sky, drawing graceful silver arcs in the air. These plum blossom darts, with a sharp and piercing whistling sound, were like deadly blades, shooting towards the enemy bandits with unparalleled accuracy.

Each dart that struck an enemy was accompanied by a miserable scream, and a large number of enemy soldiers fell instantly.

Blood gushed from the wounds of the injured, staining the ground beneath their feet. Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts, like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaped the lives of the enemy. Shi Xiong watched Shan Zhi's movements intently, his eyes filled with envy and longing.

He took a deep breath and, imitating Shan Zhi's technique, launched some plum blossom darts.

Although his technique was somewhat clumsy and his movements weren't as skillful and fluid as Shan Zhi's, he still managed to hit several enemy bandits with the fearless ferocity of a newborn calf. Watching the enemy bandits fall to the ground under his attacks, Shi Xiong felt an indescribable excitement and pride, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

However, he was also aware of the gap between himself and Shan Zhi, and secretly resolved to study harder. He silently vowed in his heart that he must become a master of hidden weapons like Shan Zhi.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen moved nimbly, like a black lightning bolt, weaving freely through the enemy ranks.

He displayed a unique and profound lightness skill, a skill so distinctive and agile that it seemed he could walk on the wind. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, able to keenly capture every subtle flaw in the enemy; no enemy's weakness could escape his notice.

His figure flashed back and forth among the enemies, as fast as a ghost, occasionally lashing out with his Heavenly Silk Net. The net, like a pure white cloud, floated lightly and swiftly towards the enemy ranks, instantly enveloping a group of bandits.

The trapped enemy bandits struggled desperately, but could not break free from the tough silken net, and could only let out desperate cries.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Wen's steel knife flashed coldly, and like a bolt of lightning, it stabbed towards the enemy's throat and other vital parts.

A flash of light, blood gushed out, and the enemy bandits screamed in agony. Xie Wen's movements were fluid and clean, each strike taking the life of an enemy bandit. He moved through the enemy ranks as if they were empty, striking fear into their hearts.

Miao Menlong, the "divine archer," stood atop a giant rock high above, like a ruthless war god descending from the heavens.

He stood tall and straight, his clothes fluttering wildly in the wind. The bowstring in his hands was slowly drawn into a full moon shape by his strong arms, making a "creaking" sound, as if it was gathering endless power.

Miao Menlong's gaze was as resolute as the brightest, coldest star in the night sky, his sharp eyes seemingly able to pierce through layers of smoke, locking onto the enemies on the chaotic battlefield below. His eyes held a resolute and ruthless intensity, proclaiming to the enemy that death was imminent.

Each arrow he nocked and strung in his hand trembled slightly, as if it too was eager to take the enemy's life.

With a sudden release of his arm, the arrows shot out like arrows released from a bow, carrying a powerful and sharp momentum, just like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, trailing long tails of light and shadow.

The arrow spun rapidly through the air, cutting through the air with a sharp, piercing sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, chilling to the bone.

These arrows were imbued with life and spirit, striking the enemy bandits with pinpoint accuracy. In an instant, both the Japanese pirates and the members of the Giant Whale Gang fell to the ground, riddled with arrows.

Some enemy soldiers were shot in the throat, and blood gushed from their mouths like fountains, forming jets of blood in the air before their bodies went limp and collapsed. Others were shot in the chest, their bodies jolted violently as if struck by a heavy hammer, before falling straight to the ground, motionless, their crimson blood spreading beneath them, staining the earth even redder.

The enemy bandits who had survived being shot by arrows rolled on the ground in agony, emitting pitiful groans. Their cries of agony rose and fell, intertwining and echoing across the blood-soaked Qingfeng Mountain, adding to the tragedy and horror.

On this chaotic and bloody Qingfeng Mountain, Yang Xueer was like a crimson rose blooming proudly amidst the blood and gore, with a graceful figure and a deadly aura.

She gripped the longsword tightly with both hands; the blade gleamed with a chilling light, like a deep, icy spring, its coldness intimidating.

As she moved with the speed of a phantom, wielding her longsword, a series of sharp, piercing whistling sounds filled the air—the chilling sound of the blade rubbing against the air at high speed, as if death itself were sounding its horn to reap lives.

Since receiving the blessing of Shi Feiyang's superior bloodline, her Qingfeng Sword Technique has reached a state of consummate skill and unparalleled perfection.

Each thrust of the sword carried a chilling aura, like the most biting north wind in the dead of winter, capable of piercing the enemy's skin and reaching their very marrow.

Her swordsmanship was unpredictable and elusive, each strike fatal and each move deadly. With a swift turn, like a graceful butterfly, her longsword flashed like a serpent emerging from its hole, striking with deadly precision towards the throat of a Japanese pirate.

The Japanese pirate stared wide-eyed, his face still showing a look of terror. He didn't even have time to make any defensive movements before he died.

Blood gushed out from her neck like a fountain, splashing onto Yang Xue'er's clothes and instantly turning her originally snow-white clothes into a shocking crimson color.

However, Yang Xue'er didn't care at all. Her eyes were filled with determination and resolve as she continued to wield her longsword like a white lightning bolt, launching wave after wave of attacks on the enemy bandits. Wherever she went, the enemy bandits fell down, their blood splattering everywhere.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," stood quietly in a corner of the battlefield, like a reclusive hermit.

His figure appeared so lonely and mysterious amidst the smoke and fire of war, yet exuded a chilling aura.

His expression was cold and stern, his face as if covered in frost, and the iron flute in his hand seemed to be integrated with his body, becoming a part of him.

At that moment, he slowly placed the iron flute to his lips and played a strange and eerie melody.

The flute music was like an invisible ghost, drifting and lingering on the blood-stained Qingfeng Mountain, penetrating everyone's ears.

The flute's melody was sometimes low and mournful, like a ghostly wail, a desperate cry from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine; at other times, it was sharp and piercing, like a wolf's howl in the wilderness, sending shivers down one's spine. Hearing this eerie flute music, the enemy bandits' faces contorted with fear, their eyes filled with panic and confusion, their minds gradually being disturbed by the terrifying sound.

A Japanese pirate, his eyes blazing with madness and murderous intent, attempted to ambush Shi Feiyang from behind while Shi was focused on his battle with other enemy bandits. However, Xiang Kun's flute music acted like an invisible yet unbreakable shackle, instantly penetrating the pirate's mind.

The Japanese pirate felt a sharp pain in his head, his mind went blank, and his previously agile movements suddenly faltered, his steps faltering as if he were drunk. Shi Feiyang, with his keen senses, swiftly turned in that critical moment, his Heavenly Frost Blade flashing with a cold light, carrying the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, slashing across the sky. In an instant, the pirate's head flew high into the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc and flying more than ten feet away.

The headless body remained in a forward-leaning posture, blood gushing from its neck like a fountain, forming streaks of blood mist in the air, appearing particularly grotesque and terrifying under the sunlight.

Then, the headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust and announcing the passing of yet another life.

Zhao Qingfeng, the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, was already seriously injured. His body was covered in gruesome wounds, and blood gushed out like a spring, staining his originally snow-white clothes bright red, like blooming red plum blossoms, a shocking sight.

But his eyes were like torches in the cold night, firm and unwavering, revealing an indomitable will that would never bend, declaring to this cruel "slaughterhouse" that he would never fall easily.

At this moment, he is engaged in a thrilling and life-or-death battle with Gao Sheng, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang.

Gao Sheng was tall and strong, like a towering mountain. Just standing there, he gave people a strong sense of oppression, as if he were a mountain that might collapse at any moment, making people feel breathless.

He gripped a serrated broadsword tightly in his hand. The blade was heavier than anyone could imagine, and the serrations on the edge gleamed with a cold, piercing light, silently telling the story of the countless drops of blood it had stained, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Gao Sheng unleashed an extremely fierce and powerful sword technique. Each strike seemed to be infused with the force of a thousand pounds, possessing a majestic momentum that could cleave a real mountain in two. With each swing, a strong gust of wind arose, like a small tornado, whipping up dust and scattering sand and gravel from the ground, stinging anyone who touched them.

Despite facing such a formidable enemy, Zhao Qingfeng showed no fear. His resolute expression seemed to tell Gao Sheng that he would never back down.

He endured the excruciating pain in his body, gritted his teeth, and brandished his long sword, unleashing a move called "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" from the "Qingfeng Thirteen Swords," a signature move of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

In an instant, his figure spun rapidly, his clothes fluttering, like a swift gust of wind sweeping in with overwhelming force.

The longsword in his hand, wielded with incredible speed, transformed into a dazzling silver curtain of light. Within this curtain, sword energy surged forth like sharp blades, sweeping swiftly towards Gao Sheng.

The sword wind howled past, incredibly sharp, tearing Gao Sheng's clothes apart, sending strips of fabric flying and leaving fine bloodstains on his skin. However, Gao Sheng was, after all, a powerful ruler, and his reaction was extremely swift.

Relying on his profound and powerful internal strength and the rich combat experience he had accumulated over many years of wandering the martial world, he dodged to the side at this critical moment, his movements as agile as a cheetah.

He skillfully avoided Zhao Qingfeng's extremely fierce attack, and Zhao Qingfeng's longsword ultimately failed to harm his vital points.

But Zhao Qingfeng was not discouraged. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Gao Sheng dodged, a resolute look flashed in his eyes. He turned his sword tip and once again stabbed at Gao Sheng's chest like a snake spitting its tongue.

The two exchanged blows swiftly and fiercely, like a sudden storm, making it difficult to determine a winner for a time.

The surrounding air was distorted by their powerful internal energy, and the tense atmosphere was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping Qingfeng Mountain, making everyone in the "slaughterhouse" feel suffocated.

On Qingfeng Mountain, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and screams mingled together, creating a tragic yet stirring war song.

The song echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time.

Blood stained this once peaceful land, and corpses lay scattered across the battlefield, some mutilated, some mangled and bloodied. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood and death.

This place has become a living hell.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the enemy ranks like a war god returning from hell, awe-inspiring and unstoppable.

He wielded the Frostblade in his hand with great force, and as the blade flashed, the Japanese pirates fell to the ground screaming in agony, their blood splattering everywhere.

After dealing with the Japanese pirates beside him, his eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto Gao Sheng, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, who was locked in fierce combat with Zhao Qingfeng.

With a light touch of his toes to the ground, his figure streaked across the sky like a black lightning bolt, flying swiftly towards Gao Sheng.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Gao Sheng, instantly replacing Zhao Qingfeng, who was seriously injured and gradually weakening.

Shi Feiyang landed steadily on both feet. The ground sank slightly the moment he landed, which showed the force of his landing.

His aura suddenly changed, as if a sleeping giant beast had awakened, exuding a chilling aura.

He activated the Mingyu Gong, and the true energy within his body surged and flowed wildly through his meridians like a raging river.

In the blink of an eye, a huge vortex of true energy formed outside his body.

The vortex spun rapidly, making a whooshing sound, like a roaring beast that was engulfing everything around it.

Sand, weapons, and even some smaller enemy bandits were sucked into this vortex of true energy and pulverized.

Upon seeing this, Gao Sheng was startled, a look of fear appearing on his face. He tried to retreat and dodge, but was horrified to find that his body was tightly restrained by an invisible yet powerful force, and his movements became sluggish.

He frantically swung his serrated broadsword, trying to block the terrifying force, only to find that he had no power to fight back and could only defend passively, finding himself in a desperate situation.

The vortex of true energy around Shi Feiyang spun wildly, emitting a deafening roar, as if it were about to engulf the entire world.

This vortex, like a bottomless black hole, began to frantically absorb Gao Sheng's internal energy.

Gao Sheng felt his internal energy surge like a burst dam, rushing towards Shi Feiyang's direction, beyond his control.

His face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, each one a symbol of his inner fear and pain. A hint of despair appeared in his eyes, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably; his former imposing manner had vanished completely.

Taking advantage of Gao Sheng's internal energy being absorbed and his body swaying precariously, Shi Feiyang moved his hands rapidly like a phantom.

He activated the Bright Jade Skill, unleashing an extreme chill that resembled countless invisible yet incredibly sharp steel needles, swiftly striking Gao Sheng's acupoints. Each strike carried a bone-chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine.

Gao Sheng felt as if all the acupoints in his body had been instantly sealed by millennia of ice. A sharp pain emanated from the depths of his acupoints, as if a million ants were gnawing at his bones. His body trembled uncontrollably, his teeth clenched, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade tightly in one hand and unleashed the first move of the Three Poison-Breaking Techniques of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique: "Three Forms of the Green Bag".

In an instant, his figure suddenly changed, as if he had transformed into five different divine beasts.

At times, he was like a tiger descending a mountain, exuding an incomparably powerful aura as he pounced on Gao Sheng. With each step he took, the ground trembled, raising a cloud of dust, and the earth itself shook from his power.

Sometimes he runs like a white deer, his figure light and graceful, nimbly weaving around Gao Sheng, dazzling people and making it impossible to catch his whereabouts.

Gao Sheng's eyes were filled with panic, and he could only blindly swing his serrated broadsword, trying to stop them. Shi Feiyang sometimes roared like a bear, steadily swinging his Frost Blade. The wind from the blade howled past, tearing the air apart and making a hissing sound. The surrounding airflow was also stirred up into chaos.

Shi Feiyang sometimes leaped like a nimble ape, his movements extremely agile, easily dodging Gao Sheng's counterattacks, while keenly searching for the perfect opportunity to attack. His eyes gleamed with wisdom and decisiveness.

He sometimes soared like a bird, nimbly changing his form in the air, launching attacks from above at Gao Sheng, making it impossible for Gao Sheng to defend against.

The blade flashed, like a dazzling silver curtain, completely enveloping Gao Sheng, making him dizzy for a moment. All he could see was a silver light. He could only instinctively swing his serrated broadsword, trying to block the dense and fierce attacks that were like a storm. The blades clashed, making a crisp and loud sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Having succeeded in his first move, Shi Feiyang knew he couldn't afford to miss the opportunity and gave Gao Sheng no chance to catch his breath. Immediately afterward, he unleashed his second move, "Seven Fiends Burning Heart Slash." This move was a deadly technique that used poison against poison, and it was extremely ruthless.

Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong, skillfully guiding Gao Sheng's absorbed internal energy with his exquisite internal force manipulation techniques, integrating it into his sword energy. In an instant, the sword light flashed, carrying a strange black flame. This flame seemed to come from the deepest hell, radiating a chilling aura, like the Seven Fiends descending to earth, carrying endless resentment and destructive power, heading straight for Gao Sheng's heart.

Gao Sheng felt a scorching and strange power instantly invade his body, and a piercing pain came from his heart, as if it were being burned by raging fire. The pain made him feel that his soul was being burned.

His face showed extreme pain, his features were contorted with agony, and he let out a shrill scream that pierced the sky and moved everyone around him.

His body twisted and turned, his hands flailing wildly in the air, trying to shake off the terrible force, but all in vain.

His struggles seemed so futile; in the face of Shi Feiyang's powerful moves, he was like a lamb to the slaughter.

With a crisp "crack" sound, Shi Feiyang's "Seven Fiends Burning Heart Slash" was incredibly powerful, directly killing Gao Sheng, a notorious bandit who was famous throughout the Shandong martial arts world.

Gao Sheng's body was split in two, with each half falling to one side. Blood gushed out from the broken pieces like a fountain, drawing streaks in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood that quickly stained a large area of ​​the surrounding land.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood permeated Qingfeng Mountain.

Shi Feiyang stood proudly in the center of the "slaughterhouse" like a war god.

At this moment, the sky above Qingfeng Mountain was dark and gloomy, as if shrouded in a thick haze, which made Shi Feiyang's aura seem to surge and churn as if it had materialized. The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand emitted a cold, eerie light under the dim sky, its blade trembling slightly, eagerly thirsting for the blood of its enemies, emitting a faint hum.

His eyes were sharp as lightning, fixed on the three vice leaders of the Giant Whale Gang: Gao Liang, Gao Huang, and Gao Die.

The three men formed a triangle, subtly surrounding Shi Feiyang. However, there was no fear in their eyes; instead, their eyes gleamed with fierce and greedy light, like three hungry wolves staring at their prey, plotting how to tear it to pieces.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and activated the Mingyu Gong.

In an instant, the true energy within his body surged like a mighty river, rushing and roaring through his meridians, emitting a deep rumble.

As his inner energy circulated, a faint halo appeared around him, resembling a tangible shield that radiated a gentle yet powerful light. The halo rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing, and strange runes flickered within it. These runes seemed to be ancient and mysterious incantations, a manifestation of the powerful strength of the Mingyu Gong.

His clothes fluttered wildly as the surging true energy billowed, the hem of his garments billowing wildly, like a battle flag fearlessly waving in a gale, showcasing his fearlessness and domineering presence.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed his renowned Hundred Victories Saber Technique, unleashing the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move with overwhelming force.

He suddenly pushed off the ground with both legs, and the powerful reaction force made his figure like a black lightning bolt, carrying a sharp momentum, and rushed straight towards Gao Liang, Gao Huang, and Gao Die.

The moment he leaped into the air, the dust on the ground was whipped up by the powerful airflow, forming a small dust storm with flying sand and stones.

Scattered weapons and debris were swept up in the attack, flying everywhere like projectiles, striking the surrounding trees and ground with loud "bangs." Shi Feiyang spun in mid-air, his Heavenly Frost Blade flashing with dazzling light.

The blade's light resembled a golden dragon, incredibly lifelike.

The dragon bared its fangs and claws, its head held high, its whiskers fluttering in the wind, its mouth wide open, ready to devour its enemy in one gulp, exuding an aura of world-destroying power. Wherever the blade passed, the air was cut, hissing and creating visible ripples that spread through the air, like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, causing waves to rise.

Upon seeing this, Gao Liang's face turned deathly pale. Although he was afraid, his instincts from years of wandering the martial world allowed him to remain calm.

He held a serrated longsword horizontally in his hand, attempting to withstand Shi Feiyang's extremely fierce attack with his own strength.

However, Shi Feiyang's "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move combined his profound internal strength and exquisite swordsmanship, and its power was not something that Gao Liang could easily withstand.

The moment the Frost Blade clashed with the Serrated Longsword, a deafening roar erupted, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, making the eardrums of those around them ache, and the shouts of battle around them momentarily ceased.

Gao Liang felt an overwhelming force emanating from the blade, like a raging tsunami, instantly engulfing him.

His arm went numb instantly, lost all feeling, and his hand split open, blood gushing down the hilt of the knife like a fountain.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, was uncontrollably sent flying by this force, tracing a long arc in the air.

Then, it crashed heavily into a thick, large tree.

The tree could not bear the weight and snapped in half with a "crack," its branches and leaves falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)