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

Chapter 240. The Blood Rakshasa Appears and Runs Ruthless; Shi Feiyang Slays a Powerful Enemy in Three Moves.

As night fell, the smoke of battle gradually dissipated, leaving only chaos and bloodshed.

Princess Gugra gazed at Shi Feiyang's wives, her heart surging with respect and deep affection for him, like a turbulent tide, the two intertwined and difficult to calm. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, both admiration for the wives' exceptional martial arts skills and her ever-growing love for Shi Feiyang.

Just then, a rapid sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, like a dense drumbeat, striking heavily on everyone's heart.

Amidst the flickering firelight, Dang Xin, the leader of the Lindan tribe and father of Princess Gugra, wore a black cloak that howled in the wind, resembling a black battle flag.

He rode a magnificent steed, his posture upright, his eyes sharp as an eagle, leading over ten thousand elite cavalrymen, like a black torrent, galloping mightily forward.

Princess Gugra was overjoyed when she suddenly saw her father and brother leading their army towards her, as if she had glimpsed the dawn in the darkness.

Her heart warmed, her eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she cried out excitedly, "Father! Brother!"

The voice, filled with endless longing and joy, echoed in the night sky.

Before the shouts had even faded, Princess Gugra had already dashed off like a swift bolt of lightning.

Her hair danced freely in the wind, and her skirt billowed as she ran, like a blooming flower.

She threw herself into the arms of Dangxin, who had just dismounted, and hugged her father tightly, as if she were embracing the whole world.

Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, wetting Dang Xin's clothes.

Dang Xin hugged his daughter tightly, his eyes filled with love and concern. He gently patted Princess Gugra's back and said softly, "My child, you've suffered." His voice was slightly choked with emotion, revealing a father's deep love for his daughter.

Lillac quickly dismounted and ran towards them.

He was dressed in silver armor, which gleamed in the firelight.

He approached the assembled heroes, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Heroes and warriors, I am deeply grateful for your assistance in protecting my sister today. If there is anything you need our tribe's help, please don't hesitate to ask, and we will do our utmost." His voice was firm and powerful, revealing the forthrightness and sincerity of a man from the grasslands.

Princess Gugra then realized that it was Liao Pei, an elder of the Xiong Ying Society and a master of the "Tongbei Quan" style, who had arrived at the tribal capital and informed Gugra's father, Dang Xin, of Haha Tu's conspiracy. Therefore, Dang Xin personally led his troops to welcome his daughter back.

Dang Xin looked around and saw a bloody scene. The ground was covered in bloodstains and corpses, indicating that a fierce battle had just taken place.

His face instantly darkened, his eyes burning with rage, and he couldn't help but curse, "Haha, that villain is so vicious, he deserves to die a horrible death! My Lin Dan tribe is irreconcilably opposed to him!" His voice was as loud as thunder, echoing in the night sky, full of anger and majesty.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng nodded slightly, signaling Xie Wen to step forward and speak with Dang Xin on behalf of Xiong Ying Hui.

Afterwards, she and Bai Zhi, holding their children, slowly sat back into the spacious carriage.

The carriage was decorated warmly and comfortably. The children, nestled in their mother's arms, felt warm and safe and gradually calmed down.

Although Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi looked exhausted from the battle, their eyes shone with relief.

They had fought a fierce battle and successfully protected everyone, filling them with pride.

Upon seeing Dang Xin and Lilak arrive, Xie Wen immediately straightened his back, quickly straightened his clothes, and strode forward to greet them with steady, brisk steps.

His expression was full of respect as he approached Dang Xin, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a clear voice, "Leader Dang Xin, it's been a long time! How have you been?" His voice was clear and bright, showing the generosity and courtesy of a martial arts master.

Dang Xin nodded slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding crowd quickly, but he couldn't find Shi Feiyang. He frowned slightly and asked, "Brother Xie, where is Hero Shi? Why can't we find him?"

His voice was deep and powerful, like a resounding bell, fully displaying the majesty and imposing presence of the tribal chief.

Xie Wen clasped his hands in a respectful gesture once more and replied, “Chief Dang Xin, my clan’s Grand Master Shi is passing through the grasslands on a great mission. The imperial court is currently waging war in Bozhou, where rebellions are frequent and the people are suffering greatly. My clan’s Grand Master, with the world in his heart and chivalry as his duty, has decided to go south to Bozhou to assist the government troops in quelling the rebellion and rescuing the people from their dire straits.”

After saying this, his eyes were as firm as a rock, revealing his deep respect for Shi Feiyang and his unwavering commitment to following him.

Upon hearing these words about Shi Feiyang and the heroes of Xiong Ying's patriotism, Dang Xin, Lilak, and Princess Gugra were all filled with awe. However, Dang Xin knew that only leaders of equal status could communicate effectively.

So he waved his hand and gave a loud order: "Set off!" His voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an unquestionable authority.

More than 10,000 elite cavalrymen responded to the call and began to move forward in an orderly manner.

Princess Gugra sat on her horse, glancing back from time to time with anticipation in her eyes, but she still did not see Shi Feiyang.

Filled with regret, she sighed softly as the tribal army returned to the capital of the Lindan tribe.

Xie Wen, Miao Menlong, Gong Simeng, and others also led their troops back to the camp where the Xiong Ying Society had been before.

At this moment, the camp was quiet, except for Lie Quan leading some disciples on patrol, their footsteps echoing softly in the night. Shi Feiyang had already slept with Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua; after a day of running and fierce fighting, they also needed a good rest.

Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi returned to their tent.

The tent was decorated in a warm and elegant style.

Gong Simeng, a beautiful and talented young woman, wore a light blue brocade robe with delicate orchid patterns embroidered on the hem, which swayed like orchids in the wind as she moved. Her face was beautiful, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes bright and lively, radiating intelligence and gentleness. Her long hair, like black silk, was casually draped over her shoulders.

Bai Zhi, a beautiful woman from Miao territory, wore a colorful Miao costume embroidered with strange totems, exuding an air of mystery.

Her eyes were like deep, dark pools, each glance revealing a captivating charm. The two bathed and changed, washing away their fatigue, before resting to recharge for tomorrow's journey.

The next morning, as dawn broke, sunlight streamed onto the campsite.

The heroes woke up and gathered together for breakfast.

As they ate, everyone asked Shi Feiyang when they would head south to Bozhou. "Chief, when are we going to Bozhou? The brothers are all eager to serve the court!" Liao Peigeng, known for his "Tongbei Fist" style, asked loudly and directly.

Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and slowly said, "As I said before, suppressing the rebellion in Bozhou is not a matter of a day or two; it will require several years of effort. Therefore, we should not be impatient. When it is time to serve the court, I will be at the forefront. Right now, our presence on this grassland is also serving the court and contributing to the common people. Through this incident, we can conclude that Hahatu and the Khorchin tribe will definitely invade the Lindan tribe. When the Lindan tribe is in dire need, they will surely request reinforcements from the Ming court. But where will the court find so many reinforcements to immediately deploy? Moreover, reinforcements are like putting out a fire; distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Looking around, only we are closest to the Lindan tribe. In a few days, we will be able to join the battle on this grassland and suppress the rebellion for the court."

"Good! The Grand Master is right! Let's make a big splash on this grassland and let those thieves know how powerful the Xiong Ying Society is!" The heroes responded one after another, laughing loudly, their doubts and anxieties instantly dispelled.

Shi Feiyang then ordered the felling of trees and had his disciples move stones to build a small castle with a stone and wood structure.

As he gave instructions, he said, "Brothers, this little castle will be our stronghold, and it will definitely come in very handy in the future."

He then instructed the heroes to lead their disciples to dig pits inside the small castle, and to plant bamboo tips and arrowheads in the pits, "so that if any enemies come to attack, they will not return, and will all die tragically here."

The heroes understood each other perfectly and acted according to the plan. With everyone working together, they made the camp impregnable. After everything was arranged, Shi Feiyang led his wives and children on a stroll across the grassland, enjoying the magnificent scenery.

In the height of summer, the vast grasslands resemble an endless green ocean, with lush green grass swaying in the wind, stretching all the way to the horizon, meeting the blue sky and white clouds.

In this vast expanse of land, herds of cattle and sheep graze leisurely, some heads bowed, others strolling contentedly, oblivious to the turmoil of the world. Horses gallop ceaselessly, their agile forms flashing across the grassland like lightning slicing through the sky. Their high-pitched neighs echo across the open plains, adding a touch of life and vitality to this tranquil landscape.

Shi Feiyang and his family immersed themselves in the tranquility and harmony of nature, feeling the gentle breeze on their faces and listening to the melodious chirping of insects and birds, as if in a warm and beautiful painting.

A gentle breeze carries the unique scent of the grasslands—a refreshing fragrance mingled with the aromas of flowers and grasses, rich and pleasant, deeply soothing the soul. This fragrance seems to possess a magical power, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility.

All worries and troubles are gently carried away in this soft breeze, leaving only inner peace and tranquility.

However, good times are always short-lived.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar, like a series of drumbeats, instantly breaking the tranquility of the grassland.

Shi Feiyang frowned, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came. He saw a group of black-clad knights charging towards them at breakneck speed, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust, like a black dragon rolling across the grassland.

These knights all had cold expressions, their eyes filled with ferocity and greed. They held sharp weapons, the blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight, like the forked tongues of venomous snakes, exuding a deadly aura. Clearly, they were up to no good.

Shi Feiyang had a bad feeling in his heart, and instantly realized that a crisis was coming.

Without hesitation, he quickly shielded his family members behind him, his action like a majestic mountain protecting them from the wind and rain.

He spoke softly to the crowd, "Don't panic, everyone. It seems we've run into trouble today. But ladies, rest assured, with me, Shi Feiyang, here, I will ensure no one suffers any harm. The martial world is fraught with danger; today is our test. Everyone, stay calm and watch how I defeat these bandits." His voice was steady and firm, carrying a reassuring power that gradually calmed the panicked hearts of the ladies and children. Shi Feiyang's gaze was cold and stern. He instantly adjusted his demeanor, his aura swirling around him, already prepared for the situation.

His eyes revealed a fearless courage and unwavering determination; to him, the enemies before him were nothing more than a swarm of ants.

The black-clad knights rushed forward in the blink of an eye. Without the slightest hesitation or uttering a word, they swung their swords and slashed. The flashing blades, accompanied by a whistling sound, headed straight for Shi Feiyang and his companions.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang moved with the agility of a cheetah, instantly unleashing the mysterious lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name".

His figure was like a wisp of smoke, fleeting and unpredictable, moving freely among the enemy and the cavalry, dazzling and elusive.

At the same time, he activated the Mingyu Skill, and his body radiated a warm, jade-like luster, instantly boosting his aura several times over.

He used both palms as blades, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique." In an instant, the blade flashed, and the sharp blade wind was like a fierce lightning bolt, cutting through the air with dazzling light and mercilessly slicing through the enemy ranks.

Under Shi Feiyang's attack, countless horses fell, their neighs filled with pain and despair.

Countless black-clad knights were decapitated, their bodies splattering blood as they fell to the ground with thuds. The blood pooled on the ground, forming dark red puddles that continued to splatter. Under the sunlight, the blood evaporated into a crimson mist that permeated the air, filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood.

Some knights tried to bypass Shi Feiyang and rush towards his family behind him, but they were caught in the vortex of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong true energy.

The vortex of true energy resembled an invisible black hole, radiating a powerful attraction that drew the knights and their horses into it.

Knights and horses collided in the whirlpool, emitting pitiful cries. The horses' neighing and the men's screams mingled together, and the cracking sound of breaking bones was incessant.

Shi Feiyang's astonishing skills not only surprised the enemy bandits, but also filled their eyes with fear and shock, as if they had seen a demon god from hell.

The ladies and children were also deeply shocked; their mouths were slightly agape, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

They never imagined that Shi Feiyang's martial arts would undergo such an astonishing transformation after his trip to Penglai Island.

This kind of divine skill has already transcended the realm of mortals, as if it were an immortal descending to earth, able to decide the life or death of an enemy with a mere gesture.

As Shi Feiyang made his moves, the sharp palm wind in his hand swept towards the enemy like a knife or a sudden storm. Each strike brought a whooshing sound, knocking the black-clad knights off balance and sending them flying.

He roared, “The path of the martial world should be guided by chivalry, helping the needy and punishing the wicked. But you have gone against the grain, committing heinous crimes. Today, I will use the sword of justice in my hand to act on behalf of Heaven and make you understand that cause and effect are cyclical and retribution is inevitable. The evil you have sown will be tasted by you on this grassland today.”

His voice was like a booming bell, echoing through the heavens and earth, carrying a chilling majesty, as if it were a judgment from the deepest hell.

Just then, several more horses galloped towards them from afar.

The horses' hooves kicked up clouds of dust, making it look like a black dragon rolling across the grassland.

Gong Simeng, with her sharp eyes, spotted the newcomer immediately and exclaimed in surprise, "Dugu Yan? Who is the person dressed in red behind him?"

His voice carried a hint of fear and confusion.

Lin Wanqing frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and said, "Could it be the legendary Blood Rakshasa? I've heard that this person is highly skilled in martial arts, ruthless, and extremely cruel." Her voice was soft, but it carried a sense of solemnity.

Liu Guihua smirked, a hint of roguishness in her voice, and said, "We're not afraid of anyone. What do we care about those Blood Rakshasa? In our eyes, they're nothing but lambs to the slaughter, destined to die by our blades sooner or later! Hmph!"

Her words were full of pride and confidence.

Indeed, the visitors were none other than Xue Luosha, the leader of the Tianshan Southern Sword Sect, Lan Xiaodie, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, Xue Luosha's disciples Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhengliang, and Ling Lanzhi, as well as Dugu Yan and his brothers Dugu Fu, Dugu Ming, and Dugu Lin.

The black-clad knights who had initially fled in panic gathered together again upon seeing the arrival of reinforcements.

However, their numbers were dwindling, with only a few dozen riders remaining.

Under Shi Feiyang's previous fierce attacks, more than 400 black-clad knights had been killed, leaving corpses strewn across the grassland and rivers of blood.

The stench of blood filled the air, making one want to vomit.

When Blood Rakshasa arrived at the scene, she glanced around and saw corpses everywhere, all of them incomplete.

Some bodies were cut in half at the waist, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground; others were missing limbs, a truly gruesome sight.

Even the dead horses were mostly cut up neatly, as if they had been carefully carved.

Blood Rakshasa was secretly shocked; she had never seen such ruthless methods before.

She took the snake-shaped whip from her waist. The whip was jet black, like a lurking venomous snake, exuding a sinister aura.

She drew another gleaming short sword, its blade flashing with a cold light, as if it could devour one's soul.

She brandished her whip and sword, pointing them at Shi Feiyang, and demanded sharply, "You're the legendary Shi Feiyang with some reputation? Hmph, I think you're nothing but a greenhorn brat, yet you dare to make a name for yourself in the martial arts world?"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl.

Shi Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, like an ancient pine tree. He looked up at Blood Rakshasa, who was completely crimson, with red hair like burning flames, red skin as if soaked in blood, red clothes fluttering in the wind, and even his eyes were red, radiating an eerie light.

Shi Feiyang thought to himself: Is this a human? Could it be a messenger sent by Yama, the King of Hell, to take my life?
However, he felt no fear and coldly said, "I am Shi Feiyang, and I will not change my name or surname! With your inhuman appearance, you are associating with a villain like Dugu Yan. You must be no good either! State your name, and today I will make you pay for your evil deeds." His words were full of disdain and determination.

Seeing that things were not going well, Lin Wanqing quickly and decisively shoved her son into Gong Simeng's arms.

She drew her sword, its blade gleaming coldly, its aura surging.

Her eyes held a resolute determination, telling the enemy that no one could harm her family.

Bai Zhi quickly shoved her son into Liu Guihua's arms, then took the barbed silver stick from her slender waist.

The silver rod gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight, its spikes resembling fangs, exuding a chilling aura.

She accompanied Lin Wanqing, stepped forward, and stood on either side of Shi Feiyang, the three of them forming a triangle, ready for battle.

Blood Rakshasa originally wanted to exchange a few words with Shi Feiyang to dampen his spirits, but seeing how sharp and unpleasant Shi Feiyang's words were, she couldn't help but feel furious.

With a wave of her blood-red hand, like a red lightning bolt streaking across the sky, she roared, "Kill! Leave no one alive, adults, women, and children alike, slaughter them all!" Her voice was filled with madness and cruelty.

Dugu Yan pointed his sword at Shi Feiyang, his eyes burning with hatred, and roared, "Shi Feiyang, give me back the lives of my five sons! Today is your death day!" With that, he and his three younger brothers, Dugu Fu, Dugu Ming, and Dugu Lin, gripped their longswords and leaped off their horses.

Their figures drew an arc in the air, like four eagles spreading their wings and soaring.

Together they unleashed the "Eight Forms of Famous Swords," the four swords striking in unison, their shadows overlapping, their cold light flashing, their power amplified as they pounced on Shi Feiyang.

Each thrust of the sword carried a powerful force, an aura of creation that could cleave the heavens and the earth.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly at Dugu Fu, who was thrusting his sword straight at him.

That cold snort was like a chilling wind in the dead of winter, carrying a biting cold.

His "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was instantly generated. In an instant, with the blessing of the Bright Jade Skill, an invisible yet terrifyingly powerful force surged outward from Shi Feiyang as the center.

Dugu Fu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his whole body trembled instantly, as if he were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of frost quickly formed on his body, and in the blink of an eye, his body fell apart and cracked, shattering into ice shards that shimmered eerily in the sunlight.

Upon seeing this, Blood Rakshasa was greatly shocked. Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief as she exclaimed, "The Shocking Calamity? The Sacred Heart Technique? How is this possible? How could you possess such an unparalleled divine skill?"

Her voice trembled slightly, clearly intimidated by Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills.

After Shi Feiyang instantly killed Dugu Fu, he rapidly activated the Mingyu Gong within his body.

In an instant, a warm, jade-like luster emanated from his body, and his aura instantly increased several times over.

He used the Mingyu Gong to create a massive vortex of true energy, which resembled a bottomless black hole, radiating a powerful attraction that swirled around Dugu Ming and Dugu Lin. Shi Feiyang used both palms as blades, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," and executed the move "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree," with palm shadows flying and blade intent crisscrossing.

Each swing creates a whistling sound, cutting through the air.

He wielded the "Seven Steps of the Dragon's Claw" technique, his steps steady and powerful, each step capable of shattering the void and carrying an immense pressure. He engaged in fierce combat with the three Dugu brothers; in an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, creating a breathtaking scene.

Blood Rakshasa's disciples, Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhengliang, and Ling Lanzhi, each wielded a longsword, their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight like the forked tongues of venomous snakes. They unleashed the Tianshan Sword Technique, their combined swordplay fierce and powerful, lunging at the infants on Gong Simeng and Liu Guihua's backs and chests. Their ruthlessness and cruelty were utterly appalling.

Lan Xiaodie stood aside, not making a move immediately.

Her eyes were fixed on Bai Zhi, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and hatred.

Knowing Bai Zhi's power, she dared not act rashly.

Bai Zhi didn't make a move either, her eyes fixed intently on Lan Xiaodie.

Her eyes revealed a firmness and determination, telling Lan Xiaodie that if she dared to make any rash moves today, she would pay a heavy price.

Lin Wanqing was prepared. Her beautiful long legs lightly touched the ground, and she gracefully rose into the air, like a butterfly dancing.

She gripped her longsword and unleashed a move from the "Longevity Sword Technique" called "Lotus Emerging from Water." Her swordplay was as graceful as water and wind, seemingly gentle and elegant, but in reality, it concealed deadly intent.

She deftly deflected the sword strikes of Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhengliang, and Ling Lanzhi, each strike precisely aimed at the enemy's vital points.

In an instant, sword energy surged, and sparks flew everywhere.

Seeing that her situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable, Blood Rakshasa was both anxious and annoyed, feeling that the scales of victory had tipped and that it seemed unlikely that she would win.

Her eyes widened instantly, as if spitting fire, and she roared angrily, "Horses, charge! Crush those women and children!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl, echoing between heaven and earth, revealing a sense of madness and resentment.

The remaining few dozen black-clad riders, who had been terrified by Shi Feiyang's divine might, now saw that Blood Rakshasa was backing them up. It was as if drowning people had grasped at a straw, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in their hearts.

They all spurred their mounts, and in an instant, the sound of hooves thundered and dust flew everywhere.

The men in black shouted in unison, brandishing their long sabers, which gleamed coldly. Like a pack of hungry wolves, they pounced on Gong Simeng, Liu Guihua, and the children in their arms and on their backs, as if they wanted to tear them to pieces.

"Whoosh!" Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective" who had been silently watching the battle from the sky for a long time, had already used his unparalleled "Flying Willow Light Smoke Skill". His figure was like a light willow catkin, and he arrived in the sky above the scene without making a sound.

He had been closely monitoring the battle situation, and upon seeing this critical moment, he did not hesitate to throw down the Heavenly Silkworm Net.

The net, like a blooming white lotus, opened instantly, completely enveloping Gong Simeng, Liu Guihua, and the children.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Wen exerted his strength and quickly pulled them into the air.

Everyone felt a sudden lightness in their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they were lifted off the ground, successfully avoiding the cavalry's storm-like onslaught.

The cavalry roared past, raising clouds of dust that filled the air. The spot where everyone had just stood was now a mess, trampled underfoot by the horses' hooves.

"Whoosh!" At this moment, a dense rain of arrows and darts, like a locust swarm, shot in from afar.

It turned out that Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," and Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart," led the brothers of the Divine Archery Hall of the Xiong Ying Society to arrive on horseback.

Miao Menlong rode on horseback, his posture upright and his expression cold and stern. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his movements fluid and seamless. Each arrow he released carried great power, striking the black-clad knight with the precision of a shooting star.

Dan Zhi's hands moved like phantoms, and the plum blossom darts flew out like scattered cold stars with a sharp whistling sound.

The black-clad knights and their horses were all struck by arrows and darts and fell to the ground.

In an instant, horses neighed in agony, riders screamed, and blood splattered everywhere. Under the sunlight, it evaporated into a crimson mist that permeated the world, making the stench of blood even stronger and more nauseating.

Upon seeing this, Blood Rakshasa was instantly enraged, her anger raging like a volcano, which she could no longer suppress.

She let out a bloodcurdling roar, a sound so shrill it seemed to come from hell.

Overwhelmed by anger, she spoke incoherently, and no one could understand what she was saying.

With a flick of her long whip, it swept towards Lin Wanqing like a black dragon.

At the same time, she leaped into the air like a bat spreading its wings, gripping a short sword. With a flash of cold light, she thrust it straight at Lin Wanqing's throat.

His moves are ruthless and merciless.

When Shi Feiyang saw that the Blood Rakshasa had actually done such a vicious thing to Lin Wanqing, he was furious, as if struck by thunder.

He roared, "Those who block my way shall die! In this martial world, you have acted recklessly. Today I will show you that justice cannot be deceived and fairness resides in the hearts of the people!" His voice was like a booming bell, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth.

He used both palms as blades, his aura suddenly increased, and at the same time he used the "Eternal Life of Heaven and Earth" move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique".

This move was incredibly powerful, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing and the wind and clouds were changing color.

Two sharp "crack" sounds rang out, like a bolt from the blue. The brothers Dugu Ming and Dugu Lin, along with their swords, were cleaved in two by the fierce palm strike. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining Dugu Yan's body red.

Dugu Yan was so frightened that her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. Fortunately, this fall saved her from a terrible disaster.

Shi Feiyang struck first despite being behind, his palms like knives, employing the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao," and cleaved straight for Blood Rakshasa's back.

Blood Rakshasa felt the immense pressure from behind and was startled. Helpless, she had no choice but to sheathe her sword and return to defense.

She spun around quickly, like a whirlwind, and flicked her long whip in mid-air, the tip of the whip whistling through the air, sweeping towards Shi Feiyang again, trying to stop his attack.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, then withdrew his hands, his long sleeves instantly dancing wildly.

The long sleeves resembled a nimble serpent, or a winding mountain road, twisting and turning, mysterious and unpredictable.

Upon seeing this, Blood Rakshasa was greatly alarmed and hurriedly put away her whip and sword to return to defense.

Just then, Shi Feiyang suddenly stretched out his hands from his sleeves, carrying endless coldness, and slashed at Blood Rakshasa like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the palm force crashed down on Blood Rakshasa like two towering glaciers avalanche, overwhelming and unstoppable.

Blood Rakshasa was terrified. Her face, which was originally blood-red like a demon, turned pale, and large beads of cold sweat kept pouring from her forehead.

Knowing the power of that palm strike, she dared not take it head-on. In her panic, she fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

"Bang! Bang!" Behind her, Shi Feiyang's palm strike created two deep craters, sending dust flying.

Those two deep pits were over ten feet deep and several feet wide, and springs of water had been churned out from them.

At this moment, Blood Rakshasa was also extremely short of energy, feeling stiffness and numbness in her hands and feet, and weakness throughout her body. She knew in her heart that she was no match for Shi Feiyang, and if she continued to fight, she would surely die. So, she shouted hoarsely, "Retreat! As long as we live, we can fight again. I'll let you go for now!" Her voice was filled with a trace of unwillingness and despair.

Lan Xiaodie felt like she had been granted a pardon; she had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

She flashed into the air, like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the others also fled the battle, quickly using their lightness skills to leap into the air, forming streaks of black shadow that flashed across the grassland and disappeared into the vast grassland in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the enemy had retreated, Xie Wen gracefully descended, his movements light and elegant, like a falling snowflake.

He gently put down Gong Simeng, Liu Guihua, Xiao Yuyan, and the others.

His silkworm net is extremely magical; anyone caught in it will be safe and sound as long as they don't struggle.

However, if one struggles desperately, the silk will tighten and tighten, eventually strangling the person inside.

As they were on their own side, Gong Simeng and the others naturally did not struggle. They simply lay quietly in the silken net, waiting for rescue.

Shi Feiyang and the crowd stared at the direction the enemy bandits had fled, stunned for a moment, and then burst into deafening cheers.

The cheers, like rolling thunder in spring, echoed across the grasslands, lingering for a long time.

The crowd waved their weapons, their faces beaming with the joy of victory, embracing each other and celebrating.

Shi Feiyang let out a long sigh of relief, his expression calm, but a hint of satisfaction shone in his eyes.

He looked at his brothers and said loudly, "The conflicts in the martial world are inherently unpredictable. Today, we were able to defeat a powerful enemy, which is the result of our united efforts. But the journey in the martial world is long, and this battle is just a drop in the ocean. In the future, we must work together to uphold our chivalrous way."

His words were as loud as a bell, carrying a reassuring power that made the blood of the heroes boil even more.

Seeing that the battle was over, Lin Wanqing immediately sheathed her sword.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and concern, and she rushed towards Gong Simeng like a bolt of lightning.

She gently took her son from Gong Simeng's arms, her movements as tender as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Her hands trembled slightly as she looked the several-month-old infant up and down, her eyes filled with worry and love. She didn't miss a single detail about the child, as if afraid that even a hair on his head might be missing. Her face was etched with tension and concern as she murmured, "My child, you've frightened your mother so much. You must be alright." Her words revealed the radiant glow of maternal love.

The three ladies, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua, stood to the side, their eyes red and filled with tears, their emotions overflowing.

Gong Simeng was filled with emotion and said, "If it weren't for my husband's divine might today, we would have been in great trouble. That Blood Rakshasa is known for its viciousness, but my husband still managed to drive it away in just a few moves. My husband's martial arts skills are truly a blessing to us."

Bai Zhi nodded slightly, her eyes full of admiration, and replied, "Yes, my husband's skills are unparalleled, and he is a force to be reckoned with in the martial world. After this battle, let's see who dares to underestimate our Xiong Ying Society."

(End of this chapter)