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

Chapter 229. The Desperate Ruins: Shi Feiyang's Bloodbath Against Divine Might

Gao Liang was sent flying by Shi Feiyang's overwhelming attack. Like a kite with a broken string, he drew an arc in the air and crashed heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin and staining the ground in front of him crimson.

His eyes gradually dimmed, the light of his life flickering like a candle in the wind until it was completely extinguished, and he breathed his last.

His body lay there silently, blood spreading beneath him, forming a horrifying pool of blood.

During a brief lull in Shi Feiyang's fight with Gao Liang, Gao Huang and Gao Die exchanged a glance.

The cunning glint in his eyes was like that of a sly fox in the dark.

They understood each other perfectly and attacked Shi Feiyang from both sides like wolves pouncing on their prey.

Gao Huang wielded a pair of meteor hammers with great force, creating a dazzling display of hammer shadows that made the viewer feel as if they were surrounded by a sea of ​​hammer shadows.

The hammers rubbed violently against the air, emitting a sharp and piercing whistling sound, just like two menacing dragons, carrying a world-destroying momentum, one on the left and one on the right, directly approaching Shi Feiyang's left and right sides.

Its fierce appearance seemed to be about to tear Shi Feiyang's body apart instantly.

Gao Die held a short axe, his movements as agile as a ghost. With light steps, he silently circled behind Shi Feiyang.

He raised his short axe high, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light, like a bolt of lightning in the cold night.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to cleave Shi Feiyang in two from behind.

Shi Feiyang, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

In the blink of an eye as Gao Huang and Gao Die launched their attacks, he suddenly turned in mid-air, like a black phantom, skillfully avoiding their fierce and deadly pincer attack with unimaginable agility and nimbleness.

His movements were fluid and natural, flowing smoothly and seamlessly, as if he had already anticipated every move of the enemy, and everything was under his control. In the instant he dodged the attack, Shi Feiyang unleashed his renowned and unparalleled move, "Heaven and Earth Live Together."

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a fierce blade of energy, like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, carrying the power to cleave the world and destroy everything, hurtling swiftly toward Gao Huang.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the air was sliced ​​open by an invisible, peerless blade, hissing as if the very air itself was groaning in pain under its power. A shallow scratch was even left on the ground, the earth itself wounded by the blade's energy.

Gao Huang was terrified when he saw the blade energy coming like lightning. He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The blade strikes him with lightning speed. With a "ripping" sound, a long gash is ripped open in his shirt, the fabric at the edge of the tear fluttering helplessly in the wind like a flag torn by a gale.

Immediately afterwards, a deep bloodstain appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out like a burst dam, forming columns of blood in the air. Gao Huang let out a miserable scream, a shrill and desperate sound that echoed across the blood-soaked Qingfeng Mountain—his final lament.

The meteor hammer in his hand also lost control due to the excruciating pain and fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

His body convulsed violently for a while, his eyes gradually lost their light, and the flame of his life was slowly extinguished in pain. Then he died tragically, and his body slowly fell to the ground, leaving a pool of crimson blood that blended with the surrounding blood.

Seeing that things were not going well, Gao Die felt a strong sense of fear welling up inside him, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

Without hesitation, he turned around, wanting to retreat and escape from the terrifying Qingfeng Mountain, which was like a living hell.

However, Shi Feiyang was not about to let him off so easily.

Shi Feiyang flashed by, moving with ghostly speed, and arrived in front of Gao Die in an instant.

He held the Frostblade high in his hand, its blade stained with the blood of enemy bandits. Under the dim sky, it emitted a chilling light, embodying the resentment of countless wronged souls and filled with boundless killing intent.

This strike, imbued with Shi Feiyang's rage and determination, slashed fiercely down towards Gao Die's head.

Gao Die stared wide-eyed in horror, his eyes filled with despair and fear as he saw the狰狞 face of death.

He tried to raise his short axe to defend himself, but was horrified to find that his body was immobilized as if by a spell, under the oppressive aura of Shi Feiyang, which was as powerful as a towering mountain.

A gurgling sound came from his throat, the sound of him struggling in extreme fear and despair, but he couldn't utter a single word.

With a "whoosh," the Frost Blade sliced ​​Gao Die's body in two from above, as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood splattered everywhere, and internal organs spilled all over the ground. The scene was extremely gruesome and unbearable to look at.

The surrounding air was frozen by the stench of blood, filled with a strong, nauseating smell of death.

Shi Feiyang, holding the Heavenly Frost Blade, stood amidst countless corpses.

His body was covered in the blood of the enemy; his clothes were soaked in blood and clung tightly to his body, a layer of blood-stained garments.

His eyes were cold and stern, like the coldest and brightest star in the cold night, exuding a chilling aura, like a demon god returning from the depths of hell, carrying endless majesty and murderous intent.

The fear in the hearts of the Whale Gang members reached its peak when they saw this scene, like a dam being breached by a flood.

Terrified, they scattered and fled, their figures darting frantically through Qingfeng Mountain like startled birds, running in all directions, wishing they had more legs. As the smoke of the bloody battle gradually dissipated, Qingfeng Mountain revealed a scene of utter devastation.

Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, some lying haphazardly on the ground, others hanging from tree branches, a truly shocking sight.

The blood stained the land crimson, carpeting the earth with a thick layer of red.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood permeated Qingfeng Mountain.

Zhao Qingfeng, Sun Tiezhang of the Iron Palm Gang, Qian Wanying and Ma Qianli of the Flying Eagle Sect, Zhou Cangyue of the Diancang Blade Sect, and Lin Yufeng, the leader of the Bagua Qimen Formation, and other sect leaders, led their respective disciples and slowly walked towards Shi Feiyang, Shan Zhi, Yang Xueer, Shi Xiong, Miao Menlong, Xie Wen and others.

Their steps were slightly heavy, and their faces showed deep exhaustion, but they could not hide their relief at surviving the ordeal and their gratitude to everyone.

Their eyes held both the relief of surviving a disaster and the respect and gratitude for Shi Feiyang and the others.

Zhao Qingfeng stepped forward first, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply, his attitude sincere and respectful. He said, "Hero Shi, if it weren't for your timely arrival, we would likely have perished at the hands of our enemies, and the Qingfeng Sword Sect would have suffered annihilation. On behalf of the hundreds of disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, I, Zhao Qingfeng, extend my sincerest gratitude to all of you heroes! Your great kindness will never be forgotten!"

His voice was sincere and powerful, echoing across the blood-soaked Qingfeng Mountain, carrying a deep sense of gratitude and respect.

Shi Feiyang quickly reached out to support Zhao Qingfeng, a humble smile on his face, and said, "Sect Leader Zhao, you flatter us! In the martial world, we should support each other. It is the duty of chivalrous people like us to help those in need. Besides, Sect Leader Zhao and we have a deep friendship, like brothers. It is only right that we come to your aid. There is no need to worry about it."

His tone was sincere and gentle, making people feel his respect and care for his fellow martial arts practitioners.

Sun Tiezhang strode forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly, "Hero Shi and all the heroes, the Iron Palm Clan will forever remember your kindness today. If you ever need our services in the future, the entire Iron Palm Clan will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

His face was filled with generosity and gratitude, and his eyes revealed determination as he expressed his resolve to Shi Feiyang and the others.

Qian Wanying continued, "Indeed, Master Shi, your arrival is like divine intervention, relieving our immediate crisis. The Flying Eagle Sect is willing to join hands with the Xiong Ying Society from now on to protect the righteous path of the martial arts world and prevent those evil people from running rampant again!"

His words were full of enthusiasm and anticipation, and he was confident about future cooperation with the Xiong Ying Association.

Shi Feiyang smiled and nodded, saying, "You are too kind, sect leaders. It is our honor to contribute to the martial arts world and uphold justice. The martial arts world is one, and only by working together can we bring peace to the martial arts world and tranquility to the people."

His words were filled with love and a sense of responsibility for the martial arts world, which moved people deeply.

At this moment, Zhao Qingfeng looked at Yang Xue'er, a hint of surprise and relief flashing in his eyes, and said, "Miss Xue'er, I heard that you have married Master Shi. What a joyous occasion! Back then, I was entrusted by Su Yao, the head of Qingfeng Pavilion in Liaodong, to act as a matchmaker for you and Master Shi. I never expected that you two would finally become husband and wife. It has put my mind at ease."

After saying that, he laughed heartily, his laughter filled with joy and blessings.

Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer exchanged a smile, their faces beaming with happiness.

Yang Xue'er's pretty face flushed, and she nodded. Shi Feiyang said, "Many thanks to Sect Leader Zhao for making the connection. Xue'er and I are able to be where we are today thanks to the help of all of you. We will always remember this kindness."

His and Yang Xueer's smiles were warm and sweet, a beautiful sight amidst the bloodshed of Qingfeng Mountain.

After exchanging pleasantries, Shi Feiyang's expression turned serious. He said, "Sect Leader Zhao, although the Giant Whale Gang and the Japanese pirates have suffered heavy losses, some remnants have still managed to escape. I plan to track their movements and make sure they don't get away."

Zhao Qingfeng nodded and said, "Master Shi, your idea is excellent. However, this pursuit will likely be fraught with danger, so please be extra careful." Shi Feiyang said firmly, "Sect Leader Zhao, rest assured, I will not let them escape justice. I have Xie Wen, Yang Xue'er, and the others stay behind to treat Sect Leader Zhao and the other wounded. Their medical skills are superb, and they will surely help everyone recover soon."

After making the arrangements, Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with both feet and unleashed his astonishing "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" unparalleled lightness skill.

In an instant, his figure moved like a black lightning bolt, carrying a sharp momentum, and swiftly chased after the fleeing Giant Whale Gang and the Japanese pirates.

Its movements were ghostly and elusive, so fast that it was impossible to keep up with the eye. Wherever it passed, only a faint afterimage remained, like the tail of a shooting star streaking across the night, disappearing in an instant.

Shi Feiyang was like a beam of light, speeding across the world.

The wind howled mournfully past his ears, cheering him on on his journey while also warning him of the unknown dangers ahead.

His clothes billowed in the strong wind, the hem of his garments fluttering wildly like a battle flag.

After traveling day and night, tirelessly tracking for several days, Shi Feiyang finally arrived at the mysterious Penglai Immortal Island.

Before our eyes, an ancient ruin by the sea gradually comes into view.

Over time, the ruins have been relentlessly eroded by the sea winds, day after day, year after year, making them appear increasingly mysterious and dilapidated.

The broken walls and ruins tell stories of the past, and the secrets sealed in the long river of time seem to be hidden in every ancient brick and stone. Legend has it that Xu Fu set sail from here two thousand years ago to seek the elixir of immortality for Qin Shi Huang. Many unknown secrets are shrouded in a thick fog, waiting for a destined person to uncover them.

Shi Feiyang's heart skipped a beat. A strong intuition told him that this place was very likely to hold the key to turning the current predicament of the martial arts world around. A look of determination and expectation flashed in his eyes.

However, the Giant Whale Gang and the Japanese pirates sensed danger and, like cunning foxes, realized Shi Feiyang's intentions.

They were like cornered beasts, desperately fighting back, and had set up multiple defensive lines around the ruins.

Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and murderous intent, as if they were possessed by demons.

They launched an increasingly frantic attack, attempting to keep Shi Feiyang outside the ruins and protect their unspeakable secret.

The thugs of the Giant Whale Gang held various weapons, their sharp blades gleaming coldly in the dim light, silently telling the story of the blood they had stained.

Like wolves that have been starving for a long time and have finally spotted their prey, they let out a series of chilling howls, sounds like roars from the depths of hell, surging towards Shi Feiyang, the ground beneath their feet trembling with their running.

The Japanese pirates were not to be outdone. They brandished their katana, the blades curved and gleaming with a chilling light, each swing exuding a fierce aura. Their "Wind-Facing One-Slash" sword technique was extremely ruthless, its movements revealing cruelty and brutality that sent chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang's expression remained calm and composed, showing no fear whatsoever.

He swiftly drew the Frostblade with his right hand; the blade flashed with a cold light, like a beam of icy moonlight, instantly piercing the oppressive darkness.

At the same time, he circulated the Mingyu Gong, and the true energy in his body surged like a mighty river, rushing and roaring through his meridians, emitting a deep rumbling sound.

In an instant, a faint halo appeared around him, which resembled a materialized shield, radiating a soft yet powerful light.

The aura undulated rhythmically with his breathing, and strange runes flickered faintly within it. These runes resembled ancient and mysterious incantations, which were the outward manifestation of the powerful Mingyu Gong.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly surged, as if he were a war god who had stepped out of the mortal world, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

He unleashed the legendary Hundred Victories Blade Technique, his body spinning rapidly like a black whirlwind.

The flashing blades, like a dazzling silver curtain, completely enveloped the attacking enemy bandits.

Each slash carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The wind howled, and a sharp hissing sound filled the air—the result of the blade's violent friction with the air. The enemy soldiers screamed in agony as the blades sliced ​​through their bodies, splattering blood like blooming crimson flowers, drawing mournful arcs in the air and instantly staining the ancient land red.

Shi Feiyang moved with lightning speed, weaving freely through the enemy ranks. Every movement was incredibly precise, like a ghost.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the enemy's weaknesses.

Wherever his sword energy reached, enemy bandits fell one after another, their limbs flying everywhere, creating an extremely bloody scene.

Severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, and blood pooled into a small stream, flowing gently.

Before long, Shi Feiyang, with his superior strength and fearless courage, broke through numerous obstacles and successfully entered the ruins.

The ruins were dark and damp, filled with an atmosphere of decay and mystery that made one want to vomit.

A faint phosphorescent glow flickered on the wall, like will-o'-the-wisps, swaying uncertainly in the silent space, adding to the eeriness.

Shi Feiyang moved forward cautiously, taking each step with extreme care, knowing that he might trigger a hidden danger mechanism at any moment.

His eyes scanned his surroundings warily, not missing a single corner, his hand gripping the Frostblade tightly, ready to deal with any potential danger. As Shi Feiyang cautiously moved forward through the ruins, the surrounding silence was unsettling, with only the sound of his steady footsteps echoing in the dark space.

Suddenly, a group of Japanese pirates emerged from the shadows like ghosts. These pirates were agile and nimble, like cheetahs in the jungle. Their eyes revealed familiarity and cunning about the ruins, like a pack of wolves hiding in the darkness, knowing every secret of this place.

They gripped their longswords tightly, the blades gleaming coldly in the dim light, silently foreshadowing the impending carnage.

They emitted strange cries, sharp and shrill, that echoed throughout the empty and deep ruins, making them all the more eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto the group of uninvited guests. Without hesitation, he swiftly unleashed the "Buddha's Palm" move, "Qi Wen Jialan".

In an instant, a golden light flashed on his palm, illuminating the surrounding darkness like the dawn. His palm seemed to contain boundless power capable of destroying the world.

Within the light, mysterious runes faintly appeared, radiating a sacred and majestic aura. Shi Feiyang suddenly slammed his palm down on the Japanese pirates, the palm wind howling and carrying a powerful, overwhelming force, like a whirlwind sweeping in.

Before the Japanese pirates could react, they were struck by beams of dazzling Buddhist light.

The Buddha's light flickered and danced on their bodies, like golden flames scorching their forms.

The Japanese pirates let out miserable screams, their bodies convulsing violently. In the blink of an eye, they were lifeless, falling straight to the ground, blood slowly seeping from their wounds and spreading across the ancient earth.

Shi Feiyang did not let his guard down because of this brief victory; he continued to venture deeper into the ruins.

However, misfortune, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, quietly descended.

He accidentally triggered a mechanism hidden underground.

In an instant, the ground suddenly shook violently, and with a loud "boom," as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, sharp spikes burst out of the ground, growing wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

These spikes gleamed coldly, densely packed, like a steel jungle.

Shi Feiyang reacted with lightning speed, displaying the exquisite "Deed Done and Gone" lightness skill. This skill was unique and extremely agile. He leaped into the air like a nimble bird, making several turns with graceful and light movements. He skillfully dodged the attacks of the sharp spikes, each turn precise, his clothes nearly torn by the spikes, creating a slight gust of wind.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks, but the desire to find the truth in his eyes burned even brighter, and he did not stop in the slightest, continuing to move deeper into the ruins.

Deep within the ruins, Shi Feiyang finally discovered what he had been dreaming of—the secret manual containing the "Sacred Heart Technique".

The manual was placed on an ancient stone platform, surrounded by some yellowed old diaries.

Shi Feiyang stepped forward, picked up the diary, which detailed Xu Fu's process of drinking phoenix blood, cultivating to become an immortal, and creating the "Sacred Heart Technique".

This "Sacred Heart Technique" is the ultimate martial art in the world, a supreme divine skill. It was created by Emperor Shitian "Xu Fu" after a thousand years of time, combining the techniques of various schools in the Central Plains martial arts world with the phoenix blood he drank.

It is said that those who cultivate this skill can gain extraordinary power, and even reverse life and death. Its astonishing power is enough to shake the entire martial arts world.

Shi Feiyang's eyes gleamed with burning excitement and deep anticipation. He knew all too well that this "Sacred Heart Technique" contained earth-shattering secrets and miraculous effects. The most miraculous aspect of this technique was that it could grant the possessor immortality, eternal youth, and make them an eternal being in the river of time; it also had the power to bring the dead back to life, reversing the cycle of life and death.

Moreover, it contains several extremely bizarre attack techniques and mental cultivation methods, each of which is enough to cause a huge upheaval in the martial arts world.

Previously, when Shi Feiyang stepped into the Divine Dragon Pagoda, he longed for the "Sacred Heart Technique" and attempted to cultivate it. However, due to his shallow martial arts skills and insufficient internal strength, he was like a rootless duckweed, unable to master such a peerless divine skill and could only give up.

Now, having experienced countless battles and life-or-death trials, his skills have increased a hundredfold compared to before.

At this moment, he was like a sword that had been tempered and refined, its sharpness fully revealed, confident that he had the strength to cultivate the "Sacred Heart Technique".

The moment Shi Feiyang reached out and picked up the "Sacred Heart Technique" manual, a powerful and mysterious force surged into his body like a surging tide.

He felt a sudden jolt throughout his body, as if countless streams of scalding heat were rushing and surging through his meridians.

Under the impact of this force, all the martial arts problems and doubts that had been lingering in my mind were instantly resolved, as if the fog had vanished without a trace under the sunlight.

Shi Feiyang was overjoyed and held the "Sacred Heart Manual" tightly in his hands, eagerly beginning to cultivate its divine power.

He took the lead in practicing the "Five Thunder Transformation Hand" to neutralize the opponent's internal energy. His hands moved quickly, his movements as smooth as flowing water, yet full of hidden secrets.

Within his palm, lightning flickered and leaped, like agile lightning snakes, with a faint, deep rumbling sound emanating from it, just like muffled thunder rolling in the sky, carrying a power that shook the heart.

Immediately afterwards, he used his internal energy to unleash the "Shocking Calamity," a technique that instantly kills enemies with a chilling gaze. In an instant, his eyes suddenly turned icy cold, capable of freezing the souls of all things in the world.

His gaze was like the coldest star in the dead of night, radiating a chilling light that seemed to freeze the air wherever it went.

Subsequently, he cultivated the "Evil Blood Calamity," a technique that allowed him to borrow blood from his enemies and drain their blood. His aura instantly became strange and unpredictable, merging with the darkness. He appeared as if he were a demon god emerging from the deepest hell, radiating a chilling aura.

At this moment, another group of Whale Gang experts arrived from afar like vicious wolves.

The leader, the deputy gang leader, was tall and imposing, like a towering mountain, and he gripped a spiked club tightly in his hand.

This spiked club is incredibly thick, its spikes gleaming with a cold light, telling the story of the countless lives it has been stained with.

Gao Zhi roared, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the empty ruins: "Shi Feiyang, you demon, you won't leave here alive today, hmph!" With that, he swung his spiked club with immense force, like a raging bull, and smashed it down hard on Shi Feiyang.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang remained calm and dodged to the side, his movements as nimble as a nimble monkey.

At the same time, he activated "Shocking Calamity," and with his icy gaze, he shot towards Gao Zhi like lightning.

Gao Zhi felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, as if an invisible, icy hand had gripped his heart tightly, and his mind jolted.

The sudden chill caused him to slow down his attack with the spiked club.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi Feiyang suddenly struck out with his right palm, the palm wind howling, carrying the force of an overwhelming force.

With a loud bang, Gao Zhi's head was instantly shattered, his brains and blood splattering everywhere, a scene of extreme gore.

Shi Feiyang did not stop there; he cleverly incorporated some moves from the "Sacred Heart Technique" into the fierce battle.

He gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade and unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity".

He used the blood flowing from Gao Zhi's death to draw blood from blood, and a strange power instantly spread.

The approaching enemy bandits felt their blood being pulled by an invisible force, causing them to vomit blood uncontrollably. Their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies quickly withered, and they died from blood loss.

In an instant, the enemy bandits were thrown into chaos, fleeing in all directions, with screams echoing everywhere.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp as he quickly put the "Sacred Heart Technique" manual into the deerskin bag at his waist, which was invisible to ordinary people.

After placing the secret manual, Shi Feiyang turned around and fought his way back through the enemy ranks.

He charged left and right, like a tiger descending the mountain, his fierce momentum unstoppable.

Each strike was imbued with a fierce aura; wherever the Heavenly Frost Blade went, enemy bandits fell to the ground, their screams echoing endlessly.

His figure flashed like a black lightning bolt, weaving freely through the enemy ranks. He wielded the Frost Blade with ferocious power, and as the blade gleamed, blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground of the ancient ruins even more crimson.

Finally, with his extraordinary martial arts skills and fearless courage, he successfully fought his way out of the ruins.

However, the scene before him made Shi Feiyang's heart sink.

The ruins were already heavily surrounded by the Giant Whale Gang and Japanese pirates, layer upon layer, airtight, like a giant fishing net trapping him inside. They were like a pack of wolves that had been starving for a long time, their eyes flashing with greed and murderous intent, staring intently at Shi Feiyang as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.

Shi Feiyang pondered to himself, "Could it be that these Japanese pirates are only after this 'Sacred Heart Manual'? Absolutely not! There must be something else going on. Could it be that there are even more amazing treasures hidden in the cave? Could it be that the six hundred boys and girls that Qin Shi Huang bestowed upon Xu Fu have all cultivated into immortals? Or could it be some kind of elixir of immortality or other divine objects left behind by Xu Fu after he became an immortal?"

These thoughts flashed through his mind, making him even more vigilant.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and activated the Mingyu Gong, his internal energy surging 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.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the "Shocking Calamity" from the "Sacred Heart Technique," his eyes suddenly sharpening as if shooting out a cold, icy glint.

The leader of the Japanese pirates felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart and instantly spread throughout his body.

In the blink of an eye, the Japanese pirate's body was covered in frost and stiffened. Then, with a "crack," he shattered and died, turning into ice shards scattered all over the ground.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, Shi Feiyang swung his Frostblade horizontally, a flash of cold light streaking across the night sky like lightning, severing the head of a Japanese pirate. The head flew up like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air, blood gushing out from the neck like a fountain.

Taking advantage of the moment when blood was splattered on his body, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity".

He moved with lightning speed, wielding the Frost Blade as he weaved freely through the enemy ranks. Wherever he went, the Japanese pirates screamed in agony, spitting out blood.

Shi Feiyang moved swiftly through the enemy ranks like a ghost. Each swing of his Heavenly Frost Blade brought forth a spray of blood, severed limbs and fragments flying everywhere, staining the earth red with blood. The scene was extremely gruesome.

Seeing the situation was dire, the thugs of the Giant Whale Gang fled like startled birds, scattering towards the sea and scrambling to board boats to escape the terrifying ancient ruins. Shi Feiyang watched the fleeing enemies but did not rashly pursue them.

He knew that there might be an even more important secret hidden in these ruins, so he turned around and went back into the cave.

Upon entering the cave, Shi Feiyang immediately sensed a strange aura permeating the air.

He gripped the Frostblade carefully and moved forward slowly, the blade occasionally scraping against the cave floor, making a "sizzling" sound.

Suddenly, a slight tremor came from the ground beneath their feet. Then, a stone slab slowly slid away, revealing a bottomless trap.

Shi Feiyang, skilled and daring, did not hesitate to use his Heavenly Frost Blade to protect himself before leaping into the trap.

As soon as it landed, countless cold arrows rained down from all directions.

Shi Feiyang reacted quickly, wielding the Frost Blade in his hand with impenetrable speed, forming a silver light screen that deflected the incoming arrows, the clanging sounds echoing within the trap.

Immediately afterwards, a pungent smell wafted over, and countless drops of mercury surged in like a raging tide, instantly submerging the bottom of the trap and threatening to engulf Shi Feiyang.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang roared and unleashed the highest level of the Mingyu Gong – “Limitless Asura”.

In an instant, his aura suddenly changed, and a powerful chill emanated from him, capable of freezing everything in the world.

Under the chill, the surging mercury gradually froze, turning into a silvery ice surface.

Shi Feiyang's sharp eyes scanned the ice surface and he spotted an exquisitely crafted box on a stone platform.

The box is engraved with strange patterns, which shimmer with a mysterious light in the dim light.

Shi Feiyang carefully gripped the Frost Blade, slowly approached the stone platform, and then reached out to open the wooden box.

The moment the box was opened, a cloud of poisonous mist mixed with countless poisonous silver needles shot out.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and unleashed the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and wherever he went, countless poisonous mists and silver needles instantly condensed into ice shards, which fell to the ground and shattered with a crisp sound. Shi Feiyang looked closely and found that there was indeed Xu Fu's secret treasure in the wooden box.

It was a pill that emitted a soft glow, standing out conspicuously in the darkness.

It seems that it was this "elixir of immortality" left behind by Xu Fu that sparked the struggle among various parties.

However, no one dared to easily activate the traps, or perhaps they had not yet discovered the traps beneath their feet.

Shi Feiyang took out Xu Fu's diary from the deerskin pouch at his waist and slowly opened it.

The diary's pages were yellowed, giving off an old, worn smell.

He carefully examined the record of the crime, which stated that Xu Fu had taken six hundred boys and girls with him on a voyage in search of the secret to immortality.

However, what is appalling is that Xu Fu used the corpses of more than 500 young boys and girls as the main ingredient for refining the elixir of immortality. After infusing it with the blood of the phoenix, he finally succeeded in refining the elixir of immortality after overcoming countless hardships and dangers.

Xu Fu thus gained extraordinary power, lived for more than two thousand years, and created the peerless divine skill "Sacred Heart Technique".

Later, Xu Fu was struck by the "Five Thunder Transformation Technique" created by Duan Lang and used by Duan Lang himself. His thousand years of internal energy were destroyed in an instant, and he was eventually killed by Duan Lang.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was fixed on the dozens of elixirs radiating a soft light. Hesitation was fleeting, but a strong desire compelled him to act without hesitation. He reached out his trembling hand and lightly touched one of the elixirs with his fingertips. A warm and mysterious power instantly spread from his fingertips throughout his body, causing his arm to tingle slightly.

He took a deep breath, placed the elixir to his lips, and gently sipped it. The elixir melted instantly in his mouth, turning into a scalding hot current that rushed down his throat like a surging river and slid into his stomach in an instant.

(End of this chapter)