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

Chapter 232. Eerie and Terrifying: The Bloody Battle in Shi Feiyang's Sword-Forging Valley

Shi Feiyang was trapped in that strange formation, surrounded by smoke and the figures of his enemies appearing and disappearing, their attacks coming like a storm.

However, he stood firm like a towering mountain, showing no sign of panic.

He gripped the Frostblade tightly, swiftly maneuvering it for protection. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's in the cold night, calmly and intently observed every change in the formation. In this desperate situation intertwined with darkness and chaos, his eyes shone brightly, like the brightest star in the night sky, radiating a reassuring light of wisdom. In an instant, Shi Feiyang, with his extraordinary insight, keenly detected the flaw in the formation—the very core of the array.

He knew that this was the key to breaking the formation.

At that moment, he unleashed his exquisite lightness skill, "Concealing One's Body and Name," his figure moving like a ghost, weaving freely through the gaps in the enemy's attacks. Every movement was incredibly precise, skillfully dodging wave after wave of fierce attacks, like a wisp of smoke, leaving no trace. His movements were lithe, yet carried an indomitable spirit, as he rapidly charged towards the center of the formation.

During the arduous process of rushing towards the core of the formation, Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, and the true energy in his body surged and roared through his meridians like a turbulent river.

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

Within the halo, runes flickered. These mysterious runes resembled ancient and powerful incantations, carrying endless power fluctuations and demonstrating the mystery and power of the Mingyu Technique.

Using this power, Shi Feiyang resisted the interference from the enemy and steadily approached the core of the formation.

Upon reaching the core of the formation, Shi Feiyang brandished his sword with his right hand and unleashed the "Five Thunder Transformation Technique" with his left without hesitation. Thunderous power surged forth from his palm, accompanied by a continuous crackling sound, as if countless silver dragons were churning within his hand.

This powerful lightning force, carrying a world-destroying momentum, instantly swept towards the Japanese pirates at the core of the formation.

Under the impact of this lightning force, the Japanese pirates felt their power dissipate rapidly, like water bursting from a dam, and were dissolved and destroyed.

In an instant, the originally dazzling array light suddenly dissipated, the entire array instantly became ineffective, turning into nothingness.

As the one who orchestrated the formation, Bantian Naisha saw the formation broken, and his power receded like a receding tide. He collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, his face filled with terror and despair.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang glared angrily, his eyes burning with fury that seemed to scorch Bantian Naishe.

He suddenly kicked Itagaki Naisha hard, a kick filled with boundless anger and power.

Itada Naisha flew out like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily into a hard rock.

With a few dull cracking sounds, Itagaki Naisha's body was smashed to pieces by the powerful impact, leaving no trace of his corpse. The scene was gruesome and chilling.

Shi Feiyang pursed his lips and let out a whistle. The whistle was high-pitched and passionate, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and it echoed in the valley for a long time.

Several horses that had been bravely fleeing amidst the gunfire, upon hearing their master's familiar and powerful call, seemed to understand human nature and turned back. They galloped back, raising clouds of dust, and quickly arrived beside Shi Feiyang and his companions.

Upon seeing this, the heroes leaped onto their horses with swift and decisive movements.

They gripped the reins tightly, whipped their horses, and galloped off toward Shanhaiguan with neighing steeds.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed across the vast expanse of land.

After they arrived at Shanhaiguan, everyone took out their Embroidered Uniform Guard badges.

Upon seeing that they were "Imperial Guards," the soldiers guarding the city showed a hint of awe in their eyes and dared not be negligent in the slightest. They quickly saluted and immediately let them pass.

Shi Feiyang and his party successfully entered Shanhaiguan and stayed at the "Xueyuan" Inn in the fortress.

Although they were temporarily out of danger, they were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and prepared to rest here for a while before continuing their journey to Liaodong.

Outside Shanhaiguan, shrouded in night, the gale howled wildly like a raging beast breaking free of its cage.

It stirred up a storm of flying sand and stones, plunging the world into chaos.

The wind echoed through the pass, emitting mournful roars that not only caused trees to bend and break branches, but even the solid ground seemed to tremble slightly under its tyrannical power.

At midnight, all was silent, and the world slept. Only the howling wind filled the air, instilling a deep-seated loneliness and fear. Yet, amidst this deathly silence, a melodious yet eerie melody drifted from the "Snow Source" inn.

The music, like an invisible thread, drifted silently through the gaps in the gale, growing ever closer. The melody seemed to carry a mysterious power, stirring a nameless unease within, as if something terrifying was steadily approaching the inn.

Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer were sleeping peacefully in each other's arms in their inn room, which was filled with a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

However, the sudden, melodious music carried an eerie quality, like a sharp dagger that instantly shattered the tranquility.

Shi Feiyang jolted awake, his eyes snapping open with a look of alertness and determination, like a keen cheetah sensing impending danger. Without hesitation, he swiftly released Yang Xue'er from his arms, his movements decisive and swift. He rolled out of bed, his feet landing firmly on the floor, and grabbed his clothes from the bedside. His hands moved rapidly, hastily putting the clothes on.

Immediately afterwards, he strode to the window, pushed hard with both hands, and with a "creak," the window was suddenly pushed open.

His movements were as swift as lightning, like a white beam of light, as he leaped into the air and landed steadily in mid-air. At that moment, the moonlight, like water, gently bathed him, as if draping him in a silver veil, perfectly outlining his resolute features.

Shi Feiyang looked around and saw a woman dressed in brightly colored clothes floating in the air.

This woman was none other than the fearsome "Fairy Queen of the Frontier," Fu Anxing. Her colorful attire resembled a magnificent painting, shimmering with a strange and enchanting light under the moonlight.

However, the wicked smile on her lips was like a cold winter wind, sending chills down one's spine.

Her gaze was like an incredibly sharp dagger, cold and fierce, sweeping over everyone like a venomous snake poised to strike, its eyes filled with malice and murderous intent.

"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving easily," Fu Anxing said. Her voice was like the cry of a night owl, sharp and cold, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the howling wind in the night.

As soon as she finished speaking, her skirt suddenly billowed up, like a skirt being whipped up by a gust of wind.

In an instant, thirty-six Burmese steel soft swords shot out from under her skirt like nimble snakes.

These flexible swords writhed in the air, emitting sharp whistling sounds, like a pack of ravenous beasts eager to pounce on their prey and tear it to shreds. Each sword gleamed with a cold light, like a twinkling star in the night sky, beautiful yet deadly, capable of taking a life at any moment.

At the same time, a group of sword puppets possessed by spirits surged out from all sides like a tidal wave.

Bathed in moonlight, these sword puppets radiated a ghostly blue light, an eerie and sinister glow imbued with an aura of endless evil.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, yet they exuded a frenzied killing intent, as if they had been controlled by some evil force and had lost their reason.

These sword puppets, shrouded in this eerie blue light, are amplified in combat power. Every movement they make carries immense strength, inspiring awe in all who behold them.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen reacted quickly, knowing that the situation was extremely critical. He hurriedly squatted down, carried Miao Menlong on his back, held Shi Xiong tightly with one hand, and grabbed Shan Zhi with the other, using the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill".

He moved with incredible agility, like a willow catkin swept up by a gale, drifting slowly through the air, dodging the sudden and fatal blow. It was as if he had just teetered on the edge of life and death, narrowly escaping a terrifying ordeal.

His forehead was covered in sweat, but his eyes revealed determination and relief.

Yang Xue'er, disheveled, had just jumped out of the window when she was spotted by the group of sword puppets.

The sword puppets let out a low, terrifying roar, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Sword energies streaked through the air like lightning, carrying a chilling aura, and aimed directly at Yang Xue'er.

Yang Xueer's expression changed drastically in an instant. Her originally rosy cheeks turned as pale as paper, and her eyes were filled with terror.

Her body trembled slightly, her hand gripping the long sword tightly, yet she seemed somewhat at a loss.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang was extremely anxious, his worry burning like a raging fire. Without hesitation, he swooped down from mid-air, like a falling meteor, with an unstoppable momentum, instantly blocking Yang Xue'er's path.

He roared, his voice booming like a bell, especially loud in the howling wind of the night, shattering the darkness. The Frostblade in his hand flashed with cold light, its gleam like streaks of silver lightning, tearing through the night.

At the same time, the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was also created in response to the chant.

His gaze instantly turned icy cold, like sharp ice blades sweeping towards the sword puppet.

Under this powerful force, the sword puppets were all frozen, and their bodies were quickly covered with a thick layer of frost.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "crack" sounds rang out as the sword puppets shattered, turning into shards of ice that scattered across the ground—a bloody and shocking scene. A chilling, bloody aura filled the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

Seeing Shi Feiyang's incredible prowess, Fu Anxing was furious, her heart filled with a mixture of jealousy and hatred.

She gripped a soft sword and, with a ghostly swiftness, thrust it into Yang Xue'er's throat, who was nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms.

Shi Feiyang reacted quickly, blocking the attack with his sword.

However, Fu Anxing's soft sword seemed to have a life of its own, being flexible and unpredictable.

The soft sword in Fu Anxing's hand was like a nimble and cunning venomous snake. With a slight twist in the air, it bypassed the gleaming Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang's hand at an unbelievable angle.

Immediately afterwards, the soft sword, like a black lightning bolt, hurtled straight for Shi Feiyang's throat at an extremely fast speed.

The cold glint of the sword tip exuded an aura of death.

"Watch out!" Upon seeing this, Yang Xue'er's face paled instantly, and she cried out in alarm, her voice filled with endless worry and fear, like a shrill scream in the cold night, particularly piercing in the howling wind of the inn.

Faced with this sudden and fatal blow, Shi Feiyang showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, his expression remained cold and stern, and he let out a cold snort at the incoming sword energy. This cold snort seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, carrying endless chill and majesty. In an instant, he activated his incomparably profound Mingyu Gong, and the powerful internal energy within his body surged and roared through his meridians like a raging river, erupting with a deafening roar.

Suddenly, his aura changed, and a powerful aura swept over us, causing the dust in the air to scatter and fly everywhere.

Under the influence of Shi Feiyang's powerful internal force, the soft sword in Fu Anxing's hand instantly encountered an invisible and powerful resistance.

The soft sword was quickly covered with a thick layer of frost, transforming in the blink of an eye from a sharp killing weapon into an icicle encased in ice. Then, with a crisp "crack," to everyone's astonishment, under the shock of Shi Feiyang's "Shocking Calamity" divine skill, the soft sword shattered into countless pieces, like broken ice shards, scattering across the ground.

When Fu Anxing witnessed this scene, she was immediately shocked. Her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief.

She never expected that Shi Feiyang's skill was so profound, so powerful that he could freeze and destroy her soft sword in an instant.

At this moment, she was filled with fear and regret, knowing that she was no match for Shi Feiyang.

She dared not linger for a moment longer, and hurriedly used her unique aerial movement technique from beyond the Great Wall. Her whole body was like a black lightning bolt, drawing an arc in mid-air and escaping in an instant.

The direction she went in left only a cloud of sand and dust swirling in the wind, telling the story of her disheveled state and resentment.

The gale continued to rage fiercely through the pass, roaring deafeningly as if cheering for this thrilling and intense battle.

The sounds of wind, sand, and stones colliding mingled with the stench of blood on the battlefield, filling the entire world with a chilling atmosphere.

Scattered on the ground were fragments of the sword puppet's shattered ice and pieces of the soft sword, gleaming coldly in the moonlight, silently recounting the breathtaking and brutal battle that had just taken place. However, although the battle was extremely dangerous for Shi Feiyang and his companions, they ultimately escaped unscathed.

The heroes of Xiong Ying hurriedly returned to the inn, their expressions still showing the shock of surviving a disaster.

Everyone gathered in Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer's small attic. This terrifying battle had left no one sleepy at all.

Shi Xiong looked anxious and ran to boil water. A moment later, he came in with steaming hot tea, his hands trembling slightly, clearly still not recovered from the shock he had just experienced.

Miao Menlong frowned, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces, and said, "Gentlemen, have you ever wondered why those petty scoundrels in the martial world know our whereabouts so well? This is really strange."

His voice was low and tinged with worry, echoing in the quiet attic.

Dan Zhi snorted coldly, his face full of resentment, and continued, "We are wholeheartedly for the court, for the people, and for all living beings, but the court has always regarded us as a thorn in its side. The Embroidered Uniform Guard has always been well-informed, and the Beggars' Sect has also submitted to the court. It is not difficult for those Jianghu scoundrels to obtain our whereabouts from them."

As he spoke, he slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacups on it to shake.

Shi Feiyang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and remained calm, as if the life-or-death battle just now was nothing more than a trivial interlude.

He said slowly, "Never mind, let those scoundrels come if they want, it's no big deal. As people of the martial world, we live on the edge, this kind of thing is perfectly normal." His voice was steady and powerful, exuding a reassuring firmness.

Yang Xue'er sat to the side, her beautiful eyes filled with worry. She gently bit her lower lip, looked at Shi Feiyang, and said softly, "Feiyang, this trip is fraught with danger. I would rather not return to Qingfeng Pavilion in Liaodong, as long as I can ensure your safety."

Her eyes were full of affection. The mischievous and naughty girl she was before marriage was completely gone, replaced by meticulous care and concern for her husband. Shi Feiyang reached out and gently took Yang Xue'er's hand, saying tenderly, "Xue'er, it's a tradition for the bride to visit her parents' home. It's been going on for thousands of years. How can we skip it? We can't break the rules."

His words were full of concern, and his eyes revealed determination.

At this moment, Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective," stood up with a serious expression, clasped his hands, and said, "Chief, how about I go and scout ahead first, so I can know in advance whether there are any dangers ahead?" Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his eyes filled with trust, and said, "That would be very good. Thank you for your trouble, Brother Xie."

Having received permission, Xie Wen immediately used the "Flying Smoke and Light Floss Technique," his figure moving like a wisp of smoke, instantly passing through the window and disappearing into the vast night, instantly merging with the air.

Seeing this, Miao Menlong looked at Shi Feiyang and suggested, "Chief, why don't we send a message by carrier pigeon and summon all the brothers from the Jiangnan headquarters? More people means more strength, and they can help each other if we encounter danger."

Shi Feiyang shook his head slightly, his gaze firm, and said, "As long as we are upright, what do we have to fear from those petty scoundrels? There's no need. We are honest and upright, why would we be afraid of them?"

Since being heartbroken by Xiao Lingling, Xiang Kun has become even more taciturn.

At this moment, he suddenly spoke, his voice low but revealing a hint of wisdom: "Don't we have several branches in Liaodong? We can send a message by carrier pigeon to Elder Lin, Branch Master Liu, and Branch Master Li to come to Shanhaiguan to pick us up, and also gather information along the way so that they can warn us in advance if there is any danger."

Everyone nodded in agreement, finding the plan brilliant.

Yang Xue'er was deeply moved as she listened to the crowd's lively discussion.

She looked at Shi Feiyang with eyes full of dependence.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and said with a smile, "No need. We don't do those formalities of welcoming and sending off officials, or those complicated customs. I don't like them." He paused, then joked, "Besides, let's give the brothers in the Liaodong branch a surprise."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere eased somewhat. However, behind the laughter, everyone knew in their hearts that the danger might not have truly gone away, and the road ahead was still full of unknowns and challenges. After chatting for a while and eating the fragrant breakfast that Shi Xiong had brought, the heroes went to rest.

Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer continued to enjoy their cozy time in the small attic.

At noon, sunlight streamed through the window, adding a touch of warmth to Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer's room.

The two woke up slowly, their faces beaming with the sweetness and happiness of newlyweds.

They got up, walked hand in hand into the bathroom, and lay down together in the bathtub, enjoying a romantic time together.

Warm, moist air filled the surroundings, much like their deep affection, swirling and flowing in the air.

Yang Xueer's laughter was as clear and crisp as a silver bell, while Shi Feiyang's face was full of doting affection.

At this moment, they forgot the troubles and dangers of the martial world, immersed themselves in their own world, and enjoyed the joy of their marriage.

However, the crisis in the martial arts world did not dissipate because of this moment of tranquility.

After lunch, just as the group of heroes went to Shi Feiyang and Yang Xueer's small attic to enjoy tea and chat, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen rushed back, his expression grave. He quickly entered the room, knelt on one knee, and reported to Shi Feiyang: "Chief, there are many powerful enemies lying in ambush twenty miles east of Shanhaiguan. The Jinyiwei expert Lian Jiaben, the Beggar Clan leader Zhong Renwang, the young master of Shenjian Villa Xie Zhichuan, the border enchantress Fu Anxing, the Great Kasyapa Qi-shrouding Wan Liu Piao, and the four deputy leaders of the Central Plains Canal Gang Peng Siyu, Peng Sizhan, Peng Siwei, and Peng Sixuan, have all gathered in Zhujian Valley and laid a trap, just waiting for us to walk into it."

Xie Wen's words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering the tranquility of the room and instantly filling the air with tension.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang frowned slightly, and countless countermeasures flashed through his mind in an instant. In a moment, a plan came to mind.

He remained calm and his gaze was firm as he said, "Please everyone stand up."

Although the assembled heroes were full of doubts and did not understand his meaning, they dared not disobey the order of the Grand Master and stood up in unison.

Shi Feiyang then took off the deerskin bag that was invisible to ordinary people from his waist.

This seemingly ordinary deerskin bag actually holds a secret; it must be a mysterious dimensional space.

Shi Feiyang circulated his internal energy and chanted incantations. The mouth of the deerskin bag slowly opened, emitting a strange light.

He waved his hand gently, and the heroes felt a soft yet powerful force envelop them, involuntarily drifting towards the deerskin bags. In an instant, they were all stuffed into the bags. Afterward, Shi Feiyang went to the backyard and used the same method to stuff the horses into the deerskin bags as well.

With everything prepared, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and unleashed his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles."

With a flash, he flew out of Shanhaiguan Pass like a white light and sped towards the Sword Casting Valley where Zhong Renwang and the others were lying in ambush.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Sword Forging Valley.

This Sword Forging Valley has an extremely precipitous terrain, surrounded by high mountains, like a natural barrier. The valley is shrouded in mist all year round, the fog spreading like a veil, enveloping the entire valley and adding a touch of mystery and eeriness.

A scorching heat permeated the valley, as if there were a blazing furnace underground, ready to erupt at any moment.

The ancient sword tomb is hidden deep in the clouds and mist. Countless fragments of famous swords sleep quietly in the valley. These fragments have been weathered by time and have witnessed countless battles and glories, silently telling the story of past glory and vicissitudes.

Shi Feiyang floated down and landed steadily in the valley.

His gaze sharpened as he surveyed his surroundings, and he declared in a loud voice, "You bunch of lowly Jianghu scoundrels, come out! I, Shi, have come alone to this meeting. If I die here today, it will be an honor, and all your efforts in digging this pit will have been worthwhile. If I emerge alive, then you dogs will have to toil and suffer, your hair turning white with worry." His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing through the valley like the tolling of a great bell, causing the clouds and mist within to churn.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhichuan emerged from the shadows, laughing maniacally. His laughter was sharp and mad, particularly jarring in the silent valley. He rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, a powerful and evil force gathering around him.

In an instant, the thirty-six sword puppets that were originally scattered in the valley slowly flew up and moved towards Xie Zhichuan, merging together and gradually forming the "Heavenly Gang Sword Body". This "Heavenly Gang Sword Body" was tall and mighty, with countless fragments of famous swords floating around it. These fragments shimmered with a ghostly blue light, like a group of hungry beasts, exuding a chilling aura, ready to pounce on their prey and tear it to pieces at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's expression turned serious. He knew that the danger of this battle far exceeded that of the past, and dared not slack off in the slightest.

He took a deep breath, activated the Mingyu Gong, and his internal energy surged like a raging river through his meridians.

Instantly, a faint halo appeared around him, with runes flashing within it, radiating a mysterious and powerful force.

He drew the Heavenly Frost Blade, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if it could cleave through the void.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique" called "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws," his blade swirling and creating gusts of sharp wind as he engaged in fierce combat with the "Heavenly Gang Sword Body," formed by the fusion of the thirty-six sword puppets.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was exquisite; each strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, the flashing blade scattering the clouds and mist in the valley. However, this swordsmanship was primarily used for self-defense at this moment; his truly lethal killing moves lay in his Divine Dragon Claw Technique and Tathagata Palm.

In the heat of battle, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and unleashed the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique.

His movements were as agile as a dragon, moving freely in the battle with the sword.

When he reached the fifth step, "Dragon's Might Shakes the Heavens," Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly changed. A majestic aura emanated from him, as if he were an emperor ruling over the world, wanting all things in the world to submit to him.

His left hand swiftly reached out, an invisible divine dragon seemingly coiling within his palm, forming a combined attack with the Heavenly Frost Blade in his right hand, grabbing towards the center of the "Heavenly Gang Sword Body." This grab, supported by immense power, carried an overwhelming momentum, hurtling swiftly towards the "Heavenly Gang Sword Body."

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose in the valley, whipping up sand and stones.

"Boom!" A deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, was heard as the claw wind and sword energy collided fiercely.

The powerful shockwave generated by the collision was like a fierce storm, instantly sending surrounding dust and debris flying into the air.

In an instant, sand and stones flew through the valley, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had come.

Xie Zhichuan's condensed sword energy, under the powerful force of Shi Feiyang's "Divine Dragon Claw," gradually cracked like fragile glass.

These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, making a "crackling" sound.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed like lightning. Seizing the opportunity, he changed his grabbing motion to a palm strike, unleashing a move from the "Buddha's Palm" called "Returning from Capturing the Demon."

With a swift turn, his palm strikes flowed like clouds and water, yet carried the force of thunder.

His palm seemed to transform into a vast expanse of heaven and earth, instantly encircling the enemy within it.

The palm strike whistled through the air like an invisible yet incredibly sharp blade, slicing through the air with abandon.

As the palm strikes, a powerful force pulls the surrounding air in, creating a massive vortex that tightly envelops Xie Zhichuan.

Under the powerful palm strike, the puppet worm inside Xie Zhichuan's body was actually shaken out.

The puppet insects twisted and struggled in mid-air, emitting a chilling "squeak" sound.

Xie Zhichuan let out a miserable scream, his voice shrill. As the puppet worm detached, his painstakingly condensed "Heavenly Gang Sword Body" instantly collapsed, turning into countless sword shadow fragments scattered all over the ground. Xie Zhichuan lost all his power and collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. He never imagined that his carefully planned killing move would be so easily broken by Shi Feiyang.

The Beggars' Sect leader Zhong Renwang, "Forest Demoness" Fu Anxing, "Great Kasyapa Aura" Wan Liupiao, the Lian brothers "Four Strokes to Eight Meridians" Lian Jiaben and Lian Jiashu, along with the Central Plains Canal Gang's vice leaders Peng Siyu, Peng Sizhan, Peng Siwei, and Peng Sixuan, all witnessed this scene and were utterly astonished. Their faces were filled with fear and shock, and their previously confident expressions vanished instantly.

They knew that if they did not seize this opportunity to join forces and attack, they would surely perish here today.

So they all rushed out from the dark and eerie rocks around them, their figures like ghosts, and pounced on Shi Feiyang at the same time.

In an instant, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and all kinds of weapons gleamed with cold light, thrusting towards Shi Feiyang from different directions, wanting to cut him into a thousand pieces.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, showing no sign of faltering even when Mount Tai collapsed before his eyes.

He gripped the Frostblade tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like the cold moon in a freezing night.

He unleashed the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, the blade flashing like a tight shield protecting him. Each strike carried a sharp gust of wind, whistling and deflecting incoming weapons.

At the same time, he snorted coldly at Peng Siyu, the snort being deep and icy, as if it came from the deepest hell.

In an instant, the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was generated.

Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly turned icy cold, like sharp ice blades sweeping towards Peng Siyu.

Peng Siyu felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart and instantly spread throughout his body.

He shuddered, and in that instant, his body was covered in frost, gradually stiffening.

Immediately afterwards, with a "crack," Peng Siyu's body shattered into countless ice shards, scattered on the ground. He didn't even know how he died; the scene was bloody and bizarre.

Shi Feiyang turned around and, gripping the Frost Blade, unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claw" move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique.

This time, the wind from the blade was even more fierce, like an invisible tornado, stirring up the surrounding air.

Shi Feiyang was in the enemy's formation, wielding the Frost Blade in his hand with impenetrable skill. The flashing blade was like a silver curtain of light, tightly protecting him from all sides.

Facing the enemy's weapons that stabbed, smashed, and swept at him from all directions, Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all.

His swordsmanship was exquisite, and every strike he made carried a fierce and imposing aura.

The wind howled like blades, like an invisible force raging through the air.

Under the impact of this powerful blade wind, the enemy's weapons were deflected, producing a series of crisp "clang clang clang" sounds, like a rapid and intense metal symphony, echoing in the Sword Forging Valley.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique.

His figure was like a dazzling white beam of light, darting swiftly through the enemy ranks at a speed that was too fast for the eyes to follow.

With each step he took, it seemed to carry immense force, instantly sinking the ground beneath his feet and leaving deep footprints, as if struck by a giant hammer.

He exuded an aura of majesty, like an emperor reigning over the world, and wherever he went, the wind and clouds changed color.

A fierce wind howled, and the sand and stones in the valley were swept up by this powerful force, flying everywhere.

His gaze was firm and sharp, like two gleaming blades, fixed on the enemy bandits, seeing right through their souls.

As Shi Feiyang moved, the surrounding air seemed to be compressed by an invisible hand, emitting a muffled "humming" sound, and the heavens and earth trembled under this force.

Under the oppressive aura of this powerful force, the group of enemy bandits felt difficulty breathing, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on their chests, making it hard to catch their breath. Their faces instantly turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, their legs went weak, and their movements became sluggish, as if they were sinking into a quagmire from which they could not extricate themselves.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang took the final step, "Dragon Returns to the Vast Sea".

His figure suddenly paused in mid-air, and then, like a falling meteor, he plummeted towards the ground with a devastating force.

He seized the opportunity, exerted his strength suddenly, and his figure transformed into a blinding white light, swiftly attacking Zhong Renwang, Fu Anxing, and Wan Liupiao.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade tightly in his right hand, and the blade flashed with a cold light, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky.

With a "whoosh," the blade flashed, and Zhong Renwang's nose was instantly sliced ​​off.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Zhong Renwang let out a shrill scream, a sound like the cry of an owl, filled with pain and fear.

His body tilted backward uncontrollably, and he fell heavily to the ground.

He covered his face with his hands, blood seeping from between his fingers. Enduring the excruciating pain, he rolled on the ground, trying to find a safe place to hide, leaving a trail of bright red blood.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang's left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the Ghost Shadow Whip from Fu Anxing's hand.

Fu Anxing's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with terror.

With a slight exertion, Shi Feiyang snapped the hard Ghost Shadow Whip in two with a "crack".

Then, Shi Feiyang twisted the wrist with such force that he instantly snapped Fu Anxing's wrist.

Fu Anxing let out screams, sharp and painful, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

She endured the excruciating pain and leaped away, scattering a few drops of blood in mid-air like blooming blood flowers.

Shi Feiyang reached out and grabbed again, unleashing the move "Hidden Dragon Playing in the Water".

The powerful force of the Divine Dragon Claw Technique erupted instantly, directly tearing through Wan Liu Piao's Great Kasyapa Qi Shield.

The originally sturdy air shield shattered instantly under Shi Feiyang's dragon claws, like a fragile bubble.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang delivered a straight kick, striking Wan Liupiao in the chest.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Wan Liupiao was kicked away like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air.

He fell heavily to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood with a loud "whoosh." The blood splattered on the ground, quickly staining the surrounding soil red, creating a bloody and shocking scene.

Lian Jiaben and Lian Jiashu, holding four judge's pens, led the surrounding Imperial Guards to swarm around Shi Feiyang.

The embroidered spring knives in their hands gleamed with a cold light, like a pack of hungry beasts baring their ferocious fangs at Shi Feiyang.

(End of this chapter)