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

Chapter 247. Sword Slaying the Fierce Chieftain Demonstrates Righteousness; Heart Connected with the Common People Shows Chivalry.

Xie Zhichuan snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.

He raised his head and said arrogantly, "Hmph! The martial arts of those tribes are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs under my Thirteen Deadly Swords, utterly vulnerable. Once I lead the disciples of Divine Sword Manor into the enemy ranks, I will surely slaughter them without leaving a single one alive, and let them witness the power of my Divine Sword Manor."

His tone was extremely arrogant, as if the whole world was under his control. He leaned back slightly, displaying an arrogant demeanor.

Fu Anxing chimed in, "Great Khan, I am no pushover either. I have been navigating the world of martial arts for many years and have my own methods. I will secretly set up numerous traps to catch them off guard, and if they are not careful, they will fall into an abyss of no return."

Her eyes held a cunning glint, like a owl eyeing its prey, making her impossible to fathom.

Dugu Yan sat there quietly, like a silent stone statue, exuding a restrained and profound aura.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless, icy pool, silently scrutinizing everyone's every word and action.

At this moment, his long, slender fingers gently gripped the wine glass, his movements slow and steady, as if performing a solemn ceremony. Then, he slowly set the glass down, and it struck the table with a crisp, melodious yet slightly cool "clink." This sound echoed softly in the bustling yet subtly turbulent hall, like a piercing morning bell, instantly breaking the noisy atmosphere of the heated discussion.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze piercing, and slowly spoke, his voice deep yet penetrating: "Gentlemen, you must not let immediate gains cloud your judgment and cause you to underestimate your enemy. The various tribes on this grassland, tempered and refined over the years, each possess unique ways of survival and profound heritage. Rooted in this vast land, they have weathered countless storms and passed down their traditions for generations. They are not to be easily underestimated or shaken. If we wish to emerge victorious in this conflict, we must plan carefully and meticulously, devising a comprehensive and interconnected plan. Only in this way can we ensure absolute success. If we act rashly based on momentary impulse and passion, we risk falling into an irrecoverable abyss, becoming fish on someone else's chopping block, at their mercy."

As Dugu Yan spoke, her brows furrowed slightly, her thick eyebrows resembling two tightly locked mountain peaks, conveying a sense of solemnity and worry.

His eyes were filled with the wisdom and composure that came with years of experience in the martial world, as if he could see through the fog and foresee the impending crises. His gaze slowly swept over the crowd, his eyes like a sharp sword, trying to pierce through their fervent ambitions and impulses, to reintroduce reason into their hearts, and to awaken them from their illusory dreams.

However, everyone was engrossed in their dreams and schemes for dominance over the grasslands, blinded by greed and desire. They largely ignored Dugu Yan's wise advice, letting it go in one ear and out the other. They continued their heated discussions, absorbed in their own thoughts and plans, passionately debating how to maximize their gains in this struggle for grassland supremacy.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, just like the north wind in the dead of winter, carrying a biting chill and pouring into the hall without warning.

The wind howled like ghosts and wolves, mournful and terrifying, causing the lamplight to flicker violently, the flames shining and dimming as if they were will-o'-the-wisps, casting distorted and eerie shadows on the walls, instantly enveloping the entire hall in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Lelebaha was startled; a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his heart, like a cold snake, instantly spreading throughout his body. His face turned deathly pale, and a vague sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

Yes, it is Shi Feiyang.

He descended from the sky like a dazzling white light.

His robes fluttered, like a banished immortal descending to earth, yet he also possessed an incomparably sharp and imposing aura.

His eyebrows shot up like two drawn swords, radiating a chilling light; his eyes burned with a furious fire, a fire so intense and violent that it seemed capable of burning away all evil in the world and turning it to ashes.

His eyes widened in fury, fixing their rage directly on Lan Xiaodie. He roared, "Lan Xiaodie, out of consideration for the past, I, Shi, have repeatedly shown you leniency, even risking my life to save you, all to give you a path to reform. I had high hopes that you would repent, turn over a new leaf, and return to the righteous path. I never imagined you would be so stubborn and incorrigible! You continue to commit evil deeds in this martial world, doing such heinous things. Humph! Your actions are simply intolerable, utterly despicable, no different from those vile worms in the gutter!"

His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the castle, carrying boundless majesty and anger, terrifying every ill-intentioned person. Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang swiftly crossed his palms, activating his peerless divine skill, "Mingyu Gong."

In an instant, an extreme chill surged forth from his body, like the north wind in the dead of winter, carrying with it a flurry of snowflakes, sweeping across the entire hall with overwhelming force.

The temperature in the entire hall plummeted instantly, as if plunging from the sweltering summer heat into a frozen wasteland. A vortex of true energy formed around him, spinning rapidly and making whooshing sounds, like the roar of a thousand ferocious beasts or the thunderous roar of a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

The surrounding air was thrown into chaos by this powerful surge of true energy, forming visible streams of air that resembled churning dragons. The cups and plates on the table were shaken and flew into the air, tumbling erratically.

Then, the cups and plates crashed heavily to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound. Wine splattered everywhere, like splashes of blood, creating a mess on the ground. Shi Feiyang's cold snort was like a wolf's howl in the cold night, directed specifically at Xie Zhichuan.

This cold snort contained profound internal force, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing Xie Zhichuan's vitals with the sound of wind being cut.

In an instant, Xie Zhichuan felt a powerful force surge towards him like a tsunami, engulfing him.

He didn't have time to react before he screamed in agony.

Suddenly, his left eye burst open, the eyeball popped out, and blood splattered everywhere, instantly staining half of his cheek red.

The blood slid down his cheek and dripped onto the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Immediately afterwards, cracks appeared all over his skin, like the earth splitting open, and blood seeped out from the cracks, staining his clothes red, as if he were shrouded in a blood-red veil.

Fortunately, Xie Zhichuan, through the help of Fu Anxing's medicine, mastered a quick version of the Kunlun Blazing Flame Kung Fu.

At this moment, the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique came into play, forming a layer of intense heat on his body. This protection, like a blazing flame, resisted the chill of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Technique. If it weren't for the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, he would probably already be covered in frost, then his body would be torn to pieces, leaving no trace of his corpse, becoming a pile of minced meat in this hall.

The moment Dugu Yan saw Shi Feiyang, his former arrogance and ambition vanished instantly, leaving only boundless fear in his heart. Not long ago, he had been consumed by thoughts of avenging his five sons, a renowned figure in the martial world, possessing his own pride and principles. But now, Shi Feiyang's reputation was legendary, and his unparalleled martial arts skills filled him with awe.

He knew very well that compared to Shi Feiyang, his own abilities were nothing more than the light of a firefly, unable to compete with the brilliance of the moon.

At this moment, all he wanted was to earn a living in this chaotic world and save his own life.

Seeing the situation was dire, he was filled with terror, like a frightened bird. He no longer cared about the reputation he usually valued in the martial world; his face was as pale as paper, like the last snowflakes in winter. In his panic, he scrambled and stumbled, his movements clumsy and pathetic, completely devoid of his usual composure.

In this life-or-death moment, escaping this dangerous place and saving his life became his only thought. He threw all notions of chivalry, dignity, and face to the back of his mind.

Lan Xiaodie was so frightened by Shi Feiyang's sudden appearance and his overwhelming aura that her pretty face turned pale and her beauty faded.

She was filled with panic, like a little bird trapped in a cage, fluttering about in terror.

She knew full well that her Five Poisons Sect's poison skills were nothing compared to those of a peerless master like Shi Feiyang, and she was no match for him.

In her panic, she quickly flicked her sleeve and used the Five Poisons Sect's signature poison technique to throw a cloud of dark green poison mist at Shi Feiyang.

The poisonous fog resembled a ferocious serpent, emitting a pungent odor. Wherever it went, the air was corroded, emitting a hissing sound, proclaiming the deadly power of the fog.

Using the poisonous fog as cover, Lan Xiaodie flashed away like a wisp of smoke, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only chaos and terror.

Upon seeing this, Fu Anxing's eyes flashed with a resolute glint, like a cold star twinkling in the night.

With a flick of her wrist, the Ghost Whip, like a nimble yet deadly black serpent, traced a strange arc in the air, instantly engulfing Xie Zhichuan, who was screaming in agony.

Then, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and used her exquisite lightness skill to quickly float away like a drifting dark cloud.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared outside the castle, leaving behind only a mess and Shi Feiyang, who stood there with an angry expression.

Upon hearing of the change, the experts of the Watt tribe surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.

Their expressions were all cold and stern, like solid ice in the dead of winter, with a fierce glint in their eyes, like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.

He gripped his swords and spears tightly, his killing intent surging, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. He charged straight at Shi Feiyang, intending to tear him to pieces.

Shi Feiyang stood there calmly, like a majestic mountain, unshaken by the raging storm. He gently moved his palms, unleashing a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" called "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws".

In an instant, a faint cold light appeared on his palms, as if a layer of thousand-year-old frost had been condensed. With each swing, a whistling wind was brought up, just like two incomparably sharp Heavenly Frost Blades formed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, exuding a chilling aura.

At this moment, a burly expert rushed forward first. This man was named Banar, nearly eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful build, like a towering mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. His face was as resolute as if carved by a knife, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a full beard, showing his rugged and bold nature.

In the early autumn of the grassland, he wore a black leather armor inlaid with sharp metal spikes that gleamed coldly in the firelight, as if each spike could take a life.

He held a giant spiked club in his hand, the spikes on which were half a foot long, making it look extremely terrifying.

Banar roared, his voice booming like a bell: "You scoundrel, how dare you trespass into my Watt tribe! Are you tired of living? Today I'll make sure you don't leave alive!" With that, he raised his spiked club high and, with an indomitable and domineering aura, brought it down on Shi Feiyang's head.

The force of the wind generated by the spiked club seemed capable of tearing the air apart.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a slight, disdainful smile. He sneered, "Hmph, you think you can stop me? It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly overestimating yourself!" Before he finished speaking, he flashed away, dodging Banar's attack with ghostly agility. His movements were so swift they were dazzling. He then unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, his palms flashing like lightning, the wind from his palms like blades, carrying a sharp force as he slashed towards Banar's arms, intending to sever them as easily as cutting vegetables.

Two sharp "crack" sounds were heard, like the sound of tree branches breaking in the cold winter, and Banar's arms were instantly severed by Shi Feiyang's palms.

Banar let out a miserable scream, a voice filled with despair, and the spiked club in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as if he could hardly believe that he had been so easily defeated by Shi Feiyang. In his heart, he was a brave warrior in the tribe, yet he was so vulnerable in front of Shi Feiyang.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang kicked out, hitting Banar squarely in the chest.

Banar was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall behind him and creating a large crater, sending bricks flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood, a mist of blood filling the air, before dying instantly. His body slid limply to the ground, landing in a pool of blood—a gruesome and horrific scene. Immediately afterward, a lithe woman rushed forward. Her name was Narenhua; she was beautiful, yet possessed a cold, aloof air, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg—beautiful yet carrying a deadly chill.

Her eyes were like cold stars, flashing with an icy light, able to see through every weakness of her enemies.

She wore a tight-fitting purple outfit, a black belt cinching her waist, which accentuated her graceful figure while maintaining an air of heroic spirit. In her hands she gripped a pair of strange weapons called the "Purple Lightning Hooks." These hooks had a unique design, their bodies shimmering with purple light, like two agile yet deadly serpents, ready to strike and claim the lives of their enemies at any moment.

Naren Hua shouted, "You audacious madman, prepare to die! Today you will pay the price for what you have done!"

Having said that, she brandished her double hooks, unleashing a set of bizarre hook techniques. The hooks flew up and down, flashing with cold light, like two purple lightning bolts, attacking Shi Feiyang's vital parts. The moves were ruthless and impossible to defend against.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his movements as fluid and unpredictable as flowing water, skillfully dodging Naren Hua's attacks, each dodge perfectly timed. After a few moves, he seized the opportunity and unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" called "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree".

He slashed horizontally with both palms, creating a sharp gust of wind, like two giant axes, aiming at Naren Hua's double hooks.

Two loud "clangs" resounded, like the ringing of a great bell, making people's ears ring.

Naren Hua felt a jolt in her arms, and the Purple Lightning Hooks in her hands almost slipped out of her grasp. Her tiger's mouth split open, and blood slowly flowed out.

Taking advantage of her weakened technique and exposed opening, Shi Feiyang struck out with his left palm, hitting Naren Hua squarely in the chest.

Naren Hua's delicate body trembled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed in the air like a blooming blood lotus.

He flew backward, and Shi Feiyang followed in a flash, his right palm slashing out with a sharp blade of energy.

A deep bloodstain appeared on Narenhua's neck, and blood gushed out like a spring. Her eyes gradually dimmed, and she slowly collapsed, her life ending in a pool of blood, adding a touch of tragedy to this bloody battle.

At this moment, another old man attacked like a sharp gust of wind, carrying a murderous aura.

This man was named Urchagai. His hair was completely white, each strand dancing wildly in the wind like frost and snow in winter, conveying the vicissitudes and harshness of time. His face was crisscrossed with wrinkles, like deep ravines in a dry riverbed, each wrinkle telling a story of past storms and hardships. He was like an old tree that had withstood countless trials and tribulations, standing tall and unyielding.

Although he appeared old, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect.

He wore a gray robe of ancient material, which fluttered gently in the wind, blending into the surrounding world and exuding an air of otherworldly elegance. In his hand, he held a cane, its entire surface black, made of some strange material that gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.

A huge gemstone is set at the top, radiating a mysterious and profound light, like a pair of eyes that see through the world.

Urichagai's gaze was sharp and unwavering, like a cold star shining in the night sky, fixed intently on Shi Feiyang.

He tilted his head slightly, chin raised, exuding an innate arrogance. His voice was deep and authoritative, like the resounding of a great bell, echoing through the chaotic tent: "Young man, do not be so arrogant. This Watt tribe is the land we have protected for generations. How dare you trespass? Now that you are here, do not expect to leave alive. You will pay a heavy price for your recklessness! I, Urichagai, am here, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

After saying that, he waved his cane and performed a unique and strange staff technique.

The movements were fluid and graceful, yet they also revealed a ruthless and decisive nature, with each swing accompanied by the sound of wind breaking.

As the cane was swung, it created a powerful gust of air, like a tornado rising from the ground.

The surrounding tables and chairs tilted and swayed under the impact of the airflow, making a "cracking" sound.

Some were blown into the air and tumbled like kites with broken strings; others were smashed to pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

In an instant, the entire space was thrown into chaos by this powerful force, with dust filling the air.

While brandishing his cane, Urichagai muttered incantations, his eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang, not missing a single movement. His focused expression told Shi Feiyang that today it was either him or Shi Feiyang who would die.

Shi Feiyang looked solemn, as if he were facing a life-or-death battle.

He knew that the old man before him was no ordinary person; from the old man's calm demeanor and fierce moves, he could sense his profound skill. He rapidly circulated the Bright Jade Skill, his internal energy flowing like a surging river, emitting bursts of roar. He then unleashed the "Shocking Calamity" divine skill, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating the darkness.

An invisible yet immense force surged towards Urichagai, carrying with it the biting winds of a blizzard and an aura of cataclysmic destruction. Urichagai felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, as if a towering mountain were pressing down on him. His expression instantly changed drastically; his once bronze face turned ashen, but his stubborn eyes showed no sign of retreat.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and hurriedly swung his cane to defend himself. The cane spun rapidly in his hand, forming a defensive barrier to try and stop Shi Feiyang's attack. As he defended, he shouted, "Hmph, you think you can hurt me? Not so easy!"

However, Shi Feiyang's "Shocking Calamity" divine skill was too powerful, like a surging river, endless and continuous.

Despite his best efforts to resist, Urchagai was still unable to withstand this powerful force.

He felt a chill run through his body, as if he were enveloped in the ice and snow of winter, and his bones seemed to be cracking from the cold.

Immediately afterwards, cracks began to appear on his body, like the earth splitting open, and blood seeped out from the cracks, staining his clothes red.

Urichagai let out a miserable scream, a sound that was shrill and desperate, but within that despair, there was still a hint of unwillingness.

His cane fell from his hand and rolled on the ground with a clatter.

His entire body instantly shattered into pieces, turning into a pool of bloody and mangled remains, a scene of extreme gore and horror.

Despite being surrounded by numerous experts, Shi Feiyang stood firm like a war god.

He charged left and right, his movements agile, displaying the exquisite techniques of the Hundred Victories Sword Technique.

Every move he made carried a sharp and fierce force, his blade energy crisscrossing, and wherever it went, the enemy and bandits fell one after another.

Inside the tent, blood splattered everywhere, like blooming blood flowers. Severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, some arms still tightly gripping weapons, others lying twisted to the side. It was a bloody mess, like a living hell.

Unfortunately, Lelebaha escaped in the chaos.

He was like a stray dog, fleeing in panic amidst the chaos, his heart filled with fear and resentment.

However, Lelebaha quickly made a comeback, like a venomous snake waiting for its chance.

Before Shi Feiyang could even step out of the tent, he had already gathered several martial arts masters from various sects. These men all had cold expressions and fierce glints in their eyes, like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.

As Shi Feiyang stepped out of the tent, he was suddenly attacked by several martial arts masters, and an even more thrilling bloody battle began once again.

One of them was a middle-aged man named Habaha, who was as tall and imposing as a small mountain.

He unleashed the "Seventy-Two Hands of Dislocating Bones and Tendons," leaping into the air towards Shi Feiyang. His moves were swift and unpredictable, employing various techniques such as grappling and locking.

He moved swiftly forward and backward, sometimes advancing and sometimes retreating, his movements as swift as the wind, like a ghost.

His movements were like a surging river, powerful and majestic; his stillness was like a towering mountain, steady and steadfast. His hands were like hooks, carrying a sharp and fierce wind, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's vitals, intending to break Shi Feiyang's bones inch by inch and tear his tendons apart one by one.

Despite Habaha's fierce and sudden attack, which was like a heavy punch, he tried to kill Shi Feiyang in one blow.

However, its ten fingers, which were like hooks, were instantly twisted by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong true qi vortex and grabbed off course.

The vortex of true energy was like an invisible black hole, swallowing and neutralizing all of Habaha's attack power.

Habaha was startled, an expression of disbelief on his face. He hadn't expected that his fierce attack would be so easily neutralized by Shi Feiyang. The other two middle-aged men, named Gou Xing and Gou Yue, looked quite similar, like twin brothers.

They unleashed their "Bone-Corroding Palm" and "Blood-Dissolving Blade" respectively, attacking Shi Feiyang's ribs. Gou Xing's "Bone-Corroding Palm" emitted a foul stench, carrying the aura of death; his palm was as black as ink, as if soaked in deadly poison. Each swing corroded the surrounding air.

Gou Yue's "Blood-Transforming Blade" gleamed with a cold light, its blade energy containing a strange power that sliced ​​the air into fragments wherever it went.

Faced with the enemy's sudden attack and siege, Shi Feiyang remained calm, as if Mount Tai had collapsed before his eyes without changing his expression.

He unleashed the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" from the Divine Dragon Claw technique, specifically designed to counter group fights. He stomped down, causing the ground to shake as if an earthquake had struck.

The two middle-aged men's palm strikes were instantly deflected. They felt a powerful recoil, their arms went numb, and they almost lost their grip on their weapons. Shi Feiyang's every step carried a powerful aura, gathering the power of heaven and earth beneath his feet.

He used his left palm as a knife, unleashing the "Peerless" move of the "Hundred Victories Knife Technique," using invisible knife energy to protect himself. The knife energy was like a materialized blade, swirling and dancing around him, and any enemy who got close would be cut by this knife energy.

With his right hand, he unleashed a move from the Divine Dragon Claw technique, "Dragon's Roar Across the Nine Heavens," grabbing at Habaha, clawing at Gou Xing, and embracing Gou Yue. He then stepped down, taking his second step. With this step, a deep footprint appeared in the ground, and the surrounding earth cracked from the impact.

Shi Feiyang's palm unleashed a torrent of blade energy, like a materialized razor blade, whistling through the air with a sharp sound, like the wails of countless vengeful ghosts. This blade energy was chillingly cold, freezing the air wherever it went, creating layers of white frost.

Habaha was startled by what he saw, but he still forced himself to continue his attack. He roared, his voice like thunder: "Hmph, brat, don't be arrogant! Today I'll show you the power of my 'Seventy-Two Hands of Dislocating Bones and Tendons'!"

After saying that, he turned around and pounced on Shi Feiyang again like a black lightning bolt. His hands turned into countless afterimages as he grabbed at Shi Feiyang's throat, chest and other vital parts. Every move was extremely ruthless, with the intention of defeating the enemy in one move.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "You think you can hurt me? You're dreaming!"

Before he finished speaking, he simultaneously unleashed the "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens" technique from the Divine Dragon Claw skill with his right palm, grabbing at Habaha's attack.

This claw strike carried the force of an overwhelming mountain.

Habaha felt a powerful suction force coming from him, and his body was involuntarily rushed forward. He was terrified.

He quickly changed his move, trying to break free from Shi Feiyang's claws, but Shi Feiyang's Divine Dragon Claw technique was not something that could be easily dodged.

Shi Feiyang's right claw instantly grabbed Habaha's wrist, and with a sudden force, a "crack" was heard, and Habaha's wrist bone broke. The crisp sound of breaking was particularly jarring in the fierce battle.

"Ah!" Habaha screamed, his face contorted in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down his face like rain.

But Shi Feiyang didn't stop there. Taking advantage of Habaha's injury, he swung his left palm with a blade of energy, like a silver ribbon, slicing towards Habaha's neck. Habaha tried to dodge, but the sharp pain in his wrist slowed his movements by a fraction.

The sharp blade of energy instantly sliced ​​across his neck, splattering blood everywhere. Habaha's head, filled with resentment and fear, flew off his body, tracing a strange arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.

Gou Xing unleashed the "Corroding Bone Palm," the palm wind emitting a foul stench, as if from hell, attacking Shi Feiyang's left side.

Gou Yue then brandished the "Blood Transformation Blade," its blade flashing with an eerie red light as it stabbed towards Shi Feiyang's right side.

The two brothers worked together seamlessly, flanking Shi Feiyang from the left and right, attempting to kill him.

As Gou Xing attacked, he shouted, "Boy, today is your death day! Taste my 'Bone-Rotting Palm' and I'll make sure you're left with nothing but bones after you die!" Gou Yue also sneered, "That's right, today you can't escape even if you grow wings. Just obediently accept your death!"

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic despite being attacked from both sides.

He unleashed the third step of the "Seven Steps of Dragon's Journey," his figure flashing like a wisp of green smoke, instantly dodging the attacks of Gou Xing and Gou Yue.

At the same time, he unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" called "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree," slashing horizontally with both palms, carrying powerful internal force, like two giant axe-splitting weapons, towards Gou Xing and Gou Yue.

Gou Xing and Gou Yue felt a powerful force rushing towards them, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on them.

They tried to resist, but found that their strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Shi Feiyang.

Gou Xing's "Corroding Bone Palm" clashed with Shi Feiyang's left palm.

With a loud bang, Gou Xing's hand was instantly shattered, bone fragments splattered everywhere, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He screamed and flew backward, crashing into the wall behind him. A large, human-shaped crater instantly appeared in the wall, and Gou Xing slid limply to the ground, dying instantly.

Upon seeing this, Gou Yue was terrified and wanted to run away.

However, Shi Feiyang would not let him go. Shi Feiyang flashed and chased after him like a shadow.

He unleashed the fourth step of the "Seven Steps of Dragon's Journey," taking a single step to appear before Gou Yue. His right palm then unleashed "Dragon's Roar Across the Nine Heavens," grabbing Gou Yue's wrist as he held the "Blood-Transforming Blade." Gou Yue struggled desperately, but could not break free from Shi Feiyang's grasp.

A ruthless glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. With a sudden burst of strength, he snapped Gou Yue's wrist.

The Blood-Transforming Blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Spare me!" Gou Yue begged in terror.

Shi Feiyang sneered, "Hmph, when you were committing evil, where was your mercy? Today is your retribution!"

With that, he swung his left palm again, and a sharp blade of energy slashed across Gou Yue's chest.

Gou Yue's chest was instantly slashed open with a long gash, his internal organs exposed, and blood gushing out.

His eyes widened, filled with endless fear and regret, as he slowly collapsed and died.

Inside the tent, a scene of blood and carnage unfolded. Habaha's headless corpse lay in a pool of blood, staining the surrounding ground crimson; Gou Xing's body was embedded in a large crater in the wall, a mangled mess; Gou Yue's corpse lay on the ground, his internal organs scattered everywhere.

Shi Feiyang stood there, his body seemingly shrouded in a layer of blood mist, his clothes stained with the blood of his enemies.

Blood dripped continuously from his hair and the hem of his clothes, pooling into a dark red puddle at his feet.

At this moment, he was like a demon god returned from the depths of hell, exuding a chilling aura that could devour all life in the world. His eyes were as cold as frost as he swept his gaze around, each look like a sharp, cold knife, sending shivers down one's spine.

Seeing that things were going badly, Leleba was terrified, but still tried to make a last-ditch effort.

He gritted his teeth, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes, and brandished his whip, shouting hoarsely as he commanded countless warriors on the grassland.

These warriors were all burly and imposing, wielding various weapons such as swords, spears, halberds, axes, and hammers, the blades gleaming with a cold, sharp light in the dim light.

They shouted in unison, like a surging tide, charging madly towards Shi Feiyang with overwhelming force.

The deafening shouts of battle threatened to shatter the heavens and earth.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, a snort that sounded like a wolf howling in the cold night, filled with endless contempt and disdain.

He quickly crossed his palms, his internal energy surging and circulating, unleashing the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill from the "Sacred Heart Technique".

In an instant, a strange and powerful force emanated from his body, forming a blood-red aura centered on him.

This aura was like an invisible vortex, frantically absorbing the surrounding bloody atmosphere. Shi Feiyang's hands moved rapidly, and streaks of blood-red light shot out from his palms, like deadly red threads, flying towards the surging burly men.

The burly men who had surged forward like a tidal wave, initially menacing, suddenly began to tremble violently upon contact with this strange force. Painful expressions crossed their faces, their eyes wide with fear and despair. Then, they opened their mouths and vomited mouthfuls of blood, which sprayed into the air like blooming blood flowers.

Their bodies fell uncontrollably to the ground, one after another, like harvested wheat.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with corpses, and blood flowed continuously, pooling together to form a shocking sea of ​​blood. The blood rippled in the low-lying areas, emitting a strong stench of blood.

When Lelebaha saw this, his face turned ashen and his legs went weak.

He dared not linger any longer, turned and ran, staggering as if he might fall at any moment.

However, after running a few steps, he felt a powerful force invade his body, causing his internal organs to feel as if they were being churned up.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and with a "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood, which drew an arc in the air before splattering on the ground.

His body swayed precariously, and finally, with a thud, he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and fear. His body twitched slightly in the pool of blood a few times, then fell still and died a gruesome death.

At this moment, the world seemed to fall into endless silence, with only the howling wind, like the wails of ghosts and wolves, echoing wildly in this blood-soaked world. Shi Feiyang stood proudly, his tall figure as upright as a pine tree, exuding an extraordinary aura.

His white robe was stained with blood, yet it did not diminish his majesty in the slightest. Instead, amidst the bloodshed, it added a touch of coldness and vicissitude.

(End of this chapter)