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

Chapter 250. Butterflies dance in the secluded forest, their poisonous fragrance filling the air; a formidable army trembles in fear, their shadows chilling in the wind.

Zhong Renwang witnessed all of this, and his heart burned with rage, like a volcano about to erupt.

He was so angry that he was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He inwardly groaned, "That Shi Feiyang is truly cunning! He used such a clever scheme to sow discord between Lan Xiaodie and Fu Anxing, causing them to kill each other. My carefully planned conspiracy has been so easily exposed by him, and it's even led to us killing each other. Alas!" However, in his agitation, he accidentally blew off his mask, revealing a hideous face without a nose.

Its face was terrifying; there was only a black hole left at the nose, and the surrounding skin was twisted and deformed, making it chilling to behold.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang pointed at Zhong Renwang and said loudly, "How can there be such a strange person in this world, missing a nose and face, looking like a ghost? Hey, Dugu Yan, as the master of Mingjian Manor, you should uphold the way of chivalry. How can you associate with such a monster? Could it be that Mingjian Manor has forgotten its ancestral teachings and fallen to the point of colluding with evil spirits?"

His voice was like a booming bell, echoing throughout the land, each word striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan's face flushed red and then paled, filled with shame and anger. He gritted his teeth in fury, drew his sword, turned, and fled, his retreating figure filled with dishevelment and resentment. Zhong Renwang was even more enraged, trembling all over, his blood pressure soaring, and he felt a sudden dizziness, almost suffering a stroke.

However, he knew he was no match for Shi Feiyang. Despite his resentment, he dared not confront Shi Feiyang and could only stomp his foot and flee from the place.

Shi Feiyang's clothes fluttered in the wind as he looked at the chaotic situation before him, secretly pleased with himself: "As the ancients said, the best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting. Today, by cleverly using a plan, without firing a single shot, I have made these bandits kill each other. It is truly a superior strategy. It seems that this crisis will be resolved smoothly as I predicted."

His gaze was deep, as if he could see through all the conspiracies and schemes in the world, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a confident smile.

At this moment, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, like a thick layer of gloom hanging over everyone. Shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons mingled together, creating an incessant cacophony.

The fierce battle between Lan Xiaodie and Fu Anxing continues unabated.

Lan Xiaodie's figure was graceful and agile, like a blue enchantress blooming amidst the flames of war.

The Azure Phosphorus Sword in her hand gleamed with an eerie, ghostly light. Each swing brought forth a chilling flash, like a nimble, venomous snake, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. She unleashed the exquisite swordsmanship of the Five Poisons Sect, her swordplay ruthless and incomparably sharp.

Moreover, with a flick of her sleeve, various colorless and odorless toxins silently spread, like invisible killers, freely roaming the air. Fu Anxing, meanwhile, brandished his Ghost Shadow Whip, attempting to block Lan Xiaodie's attacks.

However, under the silent attacks of various poisons emitted from Lan Xiaodie's sleeves and the Jade Phosphorus Sword, Fu Anxing gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

She felt her body growing heavier and heavier, her limbs gradually becoming numb, as if countless ants were gnawing at her body.

She inwardly groaned, yet there was nothing she could do.

While barely managing to fend off Lan Xiaodie's attacks, she cursed Xie Zhichuan in her heart: "Xie Zhichuan, you heartless bastard! I used medicine to help you master the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, and now, in this critical moment, you abandon my life and flee alone. You deserve to die a horrible death!" The resentment in her heart burned like a raging fire, yet she could not vent it, so she could only transform it into even more ferocious whip techniques in her hands.

Despite his physical discomfort, Fu Anxing wielded the Ghost Shadow Whip with a whooshing sound, creating bursts of black phantoms.

She unleashed a deadly move from the "Ghost Whip Technique" in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

However, Lan Xiaodie was not afraid at all. She flashed away like a blue lightning bolt and skillfully avoided Fu Anxing's attack.

Immediately afterwards, she flicked her wrist, and the Azure Phosphorus Sword shot out like a serpent, aiming straight for Fu Anxing's throat.

Fu Anxing was shocked and hurriedly swung his Ghost Shadow Whip to defend himself.

With a clang, the sword and whip clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Fu Anxing felt a sudden numbness in his arm, and almost dropped the Ghost Shadow Whip from his hand.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaodie pressed her advantage. She muttered incantations and unleashed the Five Poisons Sect's unique martial art, "Poisonous Mist and Miasma Technique."

A faint green mist rose around her, quickly spreading and enveloping Fu Anxing.

Fu Anxing felt his vision blur and his breathing become difficult. His throat itched and he couldn't help but cough.

She was terrified, yet unable to escape the poisonous fog.

The Naiman tribe's cavalry panicked as they saw their troops being defeated one after another.

But as warriors of the grasslands, they would not easily back down. Immediately, they raised their crossbows and aimed them at Shi Feiyang, Gong Simeng, and the others.

In an instant, arrows rained down, their sharp whistling sounds cutting through the sky as they shot towards Shi Feiyang and his companions.

At this moment, the battle situation became increasingly tense. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Naiman tribe's cavalry began to panic.

Their eyes were filled with fear, and the weapons in their hands trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "Now is the perfect time to press our advantage."

He took a deep breath, activated the Mingyu Skill, and his aura suddenly changed, as if a war god had descended.

He roared, "All soldiers, listen to my command! Follow me to kill the enemy!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing between heaven and earth.

Shi Feiyang roared, his roar like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

He slammed his palms out, the wind howling with an overwhelming force that sent the rain of arrows flying.

Immediately afterwards, he used his mysterious lightness skill, "Concealing One's Body and Name," and his figure moved as elusively as a ghost, rushing to the front of the cavalry.

His palms were like knives, slicing, horizontally striking, chopping, and cutting amidst the white mist emanating from the Mingyu Gong. Sharp blades, seemingly materialized, pierced through the mist. A series of "crack" sounds rang out, like a rapid drumbeat.

Countless cavalrymen were instantly cut in half at the waist, their bodies cleaved in two, blood gushing out like fountains; some had their arms severed, the severed limbs flying through the air; others had their legs removed, falling from their horses. Their warhorses, too, collapsed to the ground with screams of agony.

In an instant, blood splattered, like a torrential downpour of red.

Limbs and severed arms flew everywhere, and countless heads fell to the ground, rolling along the ground. The scene was extremely bloody, like a picture of hell on earth. At this moment, Yi Li, Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong, and Xiao Lingling led three thousand cavalrymen of the Xiong Ying Society, like a black torrent, flanking and attacking from the flank.

The thunderous sound of hooves thundered as they rolled in, as if to shatter the earth.

The three thousand cavalrymen were all dressed in black, holding sharp blades that gleamed coldly in the sunlight, exuding a menacing aura.

Their eyes were filled with determination and murderous intent, like a group of war gods who came from hell.

Seeing their remaining troops utterly helpless against the fierce attack of the Xiong Ying Society, the Naiman tribe leaders, Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen, were filled with despair. They looked around and saw that their soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, with corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood flowing.

Ke'er sighed inwardly, knowing that the situation was hopeless. Helpless, she could only lead her remaining troops to kneel down and beg for mercy.

They all put down their weapons, lowered their heads, and their faces were full of frustration and resentment.

Lan Xiaodie stood there, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, radiating a chilling aura.

She raised her delicate hand and shouted, "Fu Anxing, you dare to steal my 'Five Poisons True Scripture'! I will definitely kill you!"

In an instant, she unleashed the Five Poisons Sect's unique technique, sending various poisonous smokes, mists, and substances surging towards Fu Anxing like a raging black tide. The poisonous smoke was an eerie dark green, like miasma from hell; wherever it went, flowers and plants withered instantly, and the land was corroded and scorched black.

A pungent odor wafted from the poisonous fog, making one want to vomit. The poisonous creatures took on various forms; some resembled nimble little snakes, flicking their tongues; others looked like sharp, venomous thorns, gleaming coldly as they whistled through the air.

Upon seeing this, Fu Anxing was greatly alarmed and hurriedly brandished his Ghost Shadow Whip, attempting to defend against the overwhelming attack of poisonous creatures.

She unleashed the "Ghost Shadow Whip Technique," the whip's shadows like black lightning, weaving into an impenetrable net in the air.

However, Lan Xiaodie's poison skills were too potent. Fu Anxing felt her internal energy rapidly melting away under the corrosive effects of the poisonous smoke, mist, and substances, like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun. Her face turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

As the poison continued to exert its effects, Fu Anxing's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her hands fell limply to her sides, and the Ghost Shadow Whip clattered to the ground. Her eyes rolled back wildly, and she made gurgling sounds in her throat as she made her final struggle.

Finally, her body slumped on the grass like a kite with a broken string.

Her breathing grew weaker and weaker, and her body gradually lost its vitality, ending her life in the agony of suffocation.

Lan Xiaodie glanced at Fu Anxing's corpse, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. She snorted coldly, gripping the Bilin Sword, its blade gleaming with a ghostly blue light, like a venomous snake poised to strike.

She stepped forward, raised her sword, and with a "crack," Fu Anxing's head was severed.

Lan Xiaodie kicked Fu Anxing's head away, the head drawing a strange arc in the air, blood splattering everywhere.

She cursed angrily, "You wretched woman, how dare you covet my Five Poisons Sect's most treasured artifact, the 'Five Poisons True Scripture'! Today, I'll make sure you die a horrible death! Humph!"

Her voice was clear yet filled with anger and determination, echoing through the desolate, blood-soaked land.

After cursing, Lan Xiaodie bent down and carefully searched Fu Anxing's headless corpse, which was covered in blood, and found the "Five Poisons True Scripture".

She gripped the scripture tightly in her hand, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. Then, with a swift movement, she used the Five Poisons Sect's lightness skill, flying away like a blue lightning bolt and disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

At this moment, the heroes of Xiong Ying were engaged in a fierce battle with the cavalry of the Naiman tribe.

The shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society surrounded the Naiman tribe's cavalry, confiscating their weapons and warhorses. Zhong Renwang and the others, seeing the situation was dire, secretly lamented their fate. They knew they were no match for Shi Feiyang and his group; if they didn't flee now, when would they?

So they all used their lightness skills to flee like stray dogs.

As Zhong Renwang fled, he cursed inwardly, "Shi Feiyang, you brat, I, Zhong Renwang, will repay this grudge tenfold!" His figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only a cloud of dust.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang remained calm, as if all of this was within his expectations.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the kneeling Naiman tribe members, and slowly spoke: "Ke'er, today's events were not my wish. But since you have been defeated, I have one request. I want you to relinquish the position of Naiman tribe leader to my wife, Elizabeth, that's all." His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, like the resounding of a great bell.

Upon hearing this, Ke'er was shocked, as if struck by lightning. She secretly cursed Shi Feiyang's ancestors for eighteen generations: You son of a bitch Shi Feiyang, isn't your demand too high? You're a real bastard, actually depriving me of my ruling position in the Naiman tribe.

He raised his head and looked at Shi Feiyang, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

This position as the leader of the Naiman tribe was his life's glory and responsibility, and now he had to hand it over to someone else. How could he be willing to do so?

However, to survive and to protect his son, Tetejin, he gritted his teeth and painstakingly pulled out the military tally and the wolf totem symbolizing their tribe's power from his bosom. The tally and the wolf totem trembled slightly in his hands, carrying the weight of his life's work and memories.

He sadly handed them to Ellie, his voice hoarse, and said, "Today I am outmatched, and I accept my defeat. The position of chief of the Naiman tribe now belongs to Lady Ellie."

Immediately, the heroes and disciples of the Xiong Ying Society cheered with joy upon seeing this.

They shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices echoing through the sky: "Heroine Ellie is mighty! Heroine Ellie is mighty!"

The cheers were like surging waves, one after another, as if they were about to break through the sky.

Ellie took the military tally and the wolf totem, feeling their weight in her hands.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and tears welled up instantly, her eyes brimming with emotion.

She never imagined that she, a female disciple of the Hengshan Sect, could achieve such success and become the leader of nearly 300,000 people in the Naiman tribe. Filled with emotion and joy, she flew into Shi Feiyang's arms like a happy little bird, tears streaming down her face.

She hugged Shi Feiyang tightly, radiating deep love and boundless affection.

Her body trembled slightly, expressing her excitement and happiness.

Shi Feiyang gently embraced Yili, feeling her joy and excitement. He whispered, "My dear wife, this position of leader, while allowing you to command hundreds of thousands and indulge in the thrill of power, also provides room for your talents to flourish. But you must understand that governing will not be easy and will certainly give you a headache. And this way of governing is not your forte. So, I'll have Wanqing, Simeng, Baizhi, and Guihua stay to accompany you for a while. They are either elites trained by the powerful Jianghu gang, Shenshui Palace, or former branch leaders of the Xiong Ying Society. They all have experience in governing a region and will surely help you manage this territory well. But I also hope that you can set aside your pride and unite with them. Only in this way can you lead the Naiman tribe to glory."

His voice was gentle yet firm, like a spring breeze, yet it carried an undeniable power.

Ili was deeply moved as she listened to Shi Feiyang's words.

She nodded repeatedly, tears falling like broken beads, wetting Shi Feiyang's shoulder.

She choked back tears as she said, "My husband, I understand. Thank you for thinking of me. I will live up to your expectations and work together with my sisters to govern the Naiman tribe well." At that moment, the sunlight shone on them, illuminating their happy figures, like a beautiful painting.

The proud and arrogant Yili called out to her sisters, no longer regarding Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Liu Guihua as rivals in love.

Shi Feiyang gently separated Yili's hands, then gently took them in his own. His gaze was tender yet firm as he softly said, "My beloved wife, you now bear a heavy responsibility. From now on, the three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society will be under your command. They will serve as your personal guards, vowing to protect your safety with their lives." With that, he beckoned Liao Pei and Lie Quan to come over.

Liao Pei and Lie Quan quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and looked respectful.

Shi Feiyang looked at the two men and said in a deep voice, "Liao Pei and Lie Quan, from today onwards, hand over these three thousand disciples to Yi Li's command. They must do everything in their power to protect Madam's safety without the slightest negligence. Do you understand?"

Liao Pei and Lie Quan responded in unison, "We will obey the Grand Master's command!"

His voice was loud and clear, conveying an unquestionable determination, and he went off to arrange various tasks.

Then, Shi Feiyang called out loudly, "Wanqing, Simeng, Baizhi, Guihua, come here."

The four ladies moved gracefully and slowly to stand before Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang's gaze swept gently over them as he slowly said, "Ladies, Illy is now heading to Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman tribe. I would like you to accompany her to assist in governing the tribe. With your wisdom and experience, you will surely be able to lend her a helping hand."

Upon hearing this, the four ladies all nodded obediently in agreement, but their eyes were filled with reluctance to part with Shi Feiyang. Lin Wanqing parted her lips slightly and said softly, "Husband, although we are willing to go, we are really worried about you."

Gong Simeng chimed in, "Yes, my husband, we don't know when we'll meet again... we..."

Shi Feiyang smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, Madam, I will take good care of myself. Once things are settled here, I will come to visit you all."

Elizabeth was overjoyed, knowing that this was Shi Feiyang's trust and expectation of her.

She bowed gracefully to Shi Feiyang, then turned and led the group toward Wulang City with a heroic air.

Shi Feiyang watched Yili's departing figure, his eyes full of encouragement and support.

After everyone had gone far away, Shi Feiyang turned around and, together with the heroes of Xiong Ying, began to deal with the aftermath of the battlefield.

They gathered the corpses one by one, piled them up, and then set them on fire. The raging flames soared into the sky, billowing black smoke telling the story of the brutality of the battle.

Afterwards, the group moved more than a thousand meters away and set up camp.

Shi Feiyang was not in a hurry to leave this dreamlike grassland; he seemed to still have unfinished plans in his heart.

Lan Xiaodie used her lightness skill, like a blue phantom, to fly more than ten miles away.

Seeing that no one was around, she slowly floated down. She carefully took out the "Five Poisons Manual" from her bosom, her hands trembling slightly, her eyes filled with tension and anticipation.

However, when she opened the package, she found that the contents inside were actually a copy of the Tao Te Ching.

Lan Xiaodie's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with shock and anger.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You, Shi Feiyang, how dare you play tricks on me like this! I'm so incredibly stupid, falling for your schemes time and time again!"

She was filled with remorse, and at the same time, she knew that because of this incident, she had incurred deep hatred with scoundrels like Xie Zhichuan, Zhong Renwang, and Dugu Yan.

She couldn't help but sigh to the heavens: "Alas, it's all my fault for being too clever for my own good. I tried to kill Shi Feiyang many times, but he ended up exhausting me both physically and mentally."

Just then, a chilling laugh suddenly rang out, like the cry of an owl, sending shivers down one's spine.

Lan Xiaodie was startled and quickly turned around.

A raging fire erupted around Xie Zhichuan, the flames a dark red color radiating intense heat—his Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique. The heatwave assaulted them, threatening to melt Lan Xiaodie instantly.

Lan Xiaodie felt her breathing become rapid, as if all the moisture in her body was being evaporated by the intense heat. She inwardly cried out in alarm and tried to escape, but found that her legs were as if nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

Xie Zhichuan approached Lan Xiaodie step by step, a sinister smile on his face, and said, "Lan Xiaodie, you've finally fallen into my hands! You colluded with Shi Feiyang and ruined my plans; today is your death day!"

Despite her despair, Lan Xiaodie forced herself to remain calm and shouted, "Xie Zhichuan, don't be so smug! Even if I die today, I, Lan Xiaodie, will not let you get away with this!" As she spoke, she secretly channeled her inner energy, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Lan Xiaodie was enveloped in the intense heat of Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, feeling unbearably hot all over, as if she were in a raging furnace. Although she was filled with utter despair, as the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, her inherent stubbornness and resilience made her unwilling to surrender and await her death. Her beautiful eyes widened as she stared intently at Xie Zhichuan, who was approaching step by step, her mind racing as she devised a plan to escape.

Xie Zhichuan wore a ferocious sneer on his face, like a vicious wolf watching its prey fall into a trap.

As he slowly approached, he sneered, "Lan Xiaodie, you can't escape today! Fu Anxing was my benefactor. You killed Fu Anxing, so naturally I, Xie, must avenge her. Hmph, you'd better accept your death!"

As he approached, the sweltering heat intensified, distorting the air around Lan Xiaodie and instantly withering the grass on the ground, turning it into a charred mess. Lan Xiaodie took a deep breath, enduring the discomfort brought by the heat, and secretly circulated the internal energy cultivation technique of the Five Poisons Sect.

She felt a cold aura slowly rising within her, resisting the high temperature outside.

However, Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique was too domineering, and Lan Xiaodie found it somewhat difficult to resist.

Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her face grew paler, but her eyes became more determined.

Suddenly, Lan Xiaodie had a flash of inspiration and a plan came to her mind. She knew that her poison skills would be difficult to exert at their full potential under this high temperature, but perhaps she could use Xie Zhichuan's fear of poisons to find a way to survive.

She quietly took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, which contained the Five Poisons Sect's most potent "Soul-Devouring Poison Powder".

This poison powder is colorless and odorless. Once inhaled, it will cause the person to lose their senses and become completely at the mercy of others.

Lan Xiaodie feigned exhaustion, her legs buckling as she slowly knelt down. Her head was bowed, her hair disheveled and falling across her face, obscuring the light in her eyes. Xie Zhichuan, seeing this, was overjoyed, believing Lan Xiaodie was powerless to resist.

He quickened his pace and suddenly stretched out his right hand, intending to take Lan Xiaodie's life.

Just as Xie Zhichuan's hand was about to touch Lan Xiaodie, Lan Xiaodie suddenly raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She quickly uncorked the porcelain bottle, flicked her wrist, and forcefully sprinkled the "Soul-Devouring Poison Powder" inside towards Xie Zhichuan. Enveloped by the heat, the poison powder, like an invisible cloud of smoke, rapidly spread towards Xie Zhichuan.

Xie Zhichuan was greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

He knew all too well the power of the Five Poisons Sect's poisons, so he dared not be careless in the slightest.

He hurriedly withdrew his right hand, his palms moving rapidly as he channeled all the power of his Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, attempting to force the poison powder back.

In an instant, a wave of heat surged, flames soared into the sky, and the poisonous powder collided with the flames, emitting a sizzling sound, filling the air with a pungent odor. Taking advantage of Xie Zhichuan's distraction with the poisonous powder, Lan Xiaodie mustered her strength and used the Five Poisons Sect's "Spirit Snake Flash" lightness skill.

She flashed away like a blue lightning bolt, shooting off to the side.

Her figure flickered between the heatwave and the poisonous powder, like a nimble snake, skillfully avoiding Xie Zhichuan's attack range.

Xie Zhichuan finally managed to drive away the poison powder, only to find that Lan Xiaodie had already escaped.

His heart burned with rage, and he roared, "Lan Xiaodie, you won't escape!" With that, he channeled all his inner strength and chased after Lan Xiaodie in the direction she had fled. The ground beneath his feet was cracked from the intense heat, leaving behind a series of deep footprints.

Lan Xiaodie knew that Xie Zhichuan would not let this go, so she fled desperately while keeping an eye on her surroundings.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she discovered a dense forest ahead.

She secretly rejoiced, thinking that this forest might be her lifeline.

Without hesitation, she rushed into the woods, cleverly concealing herself using the dense foliage and intricate terrain.

Xie Zhichuan chased after them to the edge of the woods, but suddenly stopped. He looked at the dense forest, feeling somewhat hesitant.

He knew that the forest was a complex environment and that Lan Xiaodie was skilled in using poison. If he rashly chased after her, he might fall into her ambush.

But he was unwilling to let Lan Xiaodie go like that.

He paced back and forth at the edge of the woods, a fierce glint in his eyes, muttering to himself, "Lan Xiaodie, you think you can escape this by hiding in these woods? Humph, I'll definitely drag you out!"

Lan Xiaodie hid deep in the woods, the surroundings eerily quiet, with only the leaves rustling in the breeze.

She was on high alert, barely daring to breathe, her chest heaving violently, as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

She clutched several poisoned needles tightly in her hand, the needles gleaming with a cold light in the dim light, just like her icy state of mind at that moment.

Every second felt like an eternity. Her nerves were on edge, and her entire body was on high alert, ready to deal with any potential crisis.

Finally, the footsteps that had chilled her to the bone gradually faded away, growing weaker and weaker until they disappeared into the distance.

Lan Xiaodie relaxed a little, but her years of experience in the martial arts world told her that she must not let her guard down.

She remained hidden in place for a long time, her eyes warily observing her surroundings and her ears catching every subtle sound. Only after confirming that Xie Zhichuan had completely left did she slowly straighten up, gently push aside the branches and leaves blocking her way, and carefully step out of the woods.

She looked up in the direction Xie Zhichuan had left, her eyes instantly blazing with fury, a hatred that seemed capable of burning everything in the world. She gritted her teeth and hissed, "Xie Zhichuan, you just wait! Today, I, Lan Xiaodie, will make you pay a thousandfold, ten thousandfold for this blood feud!"

After saying that, she took a deep breath, raised her hand to straighten her slightly disheveled clothes, and was about to use her lightness skill to escape this place of trouble.

However, just as she turned around, her pupils suddenly contracted, and the color drained from her face instantly.

The Beggars' Clan leader, Zhong Renwang, was a burly man, like a towering iron tower. His face, full of flesh, was twisted with rage, and his noseless appearance made him look like a demon god from hell.

Dugu Yan, the master of Mingjian Villa, dressed in black, held a long sword that gleamed with a cold light, just like his icy gaze at that moment; Ding Hong, Wu Zhou, and Wu Si from the Beggars' Sect, each with a fierce look on their faces, held iron rods and surrounded her in a fan shape.

The surrounding air instantly froze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, his voice booming like a bell, breaking the suffocating silence: "Lan Xiaodie, you didn't expect this, did you? Today you have nowhere to escape! You killed Fu Anxing and ruined our grand plan. Today you will surely pay with your life."

As he spoke, he moved his hands, which were fitted with iron palms. The iron palms rubbed against each other, making a piercing "crackling" sound, which sounded particularly eerie in the silent forest.

Although Lan Xiaodie was terrified, her years of experience in the martial arts world allowed her to quickly calm down.

She forced herself to remain calm, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "Zhong Renwang, do you think you can subdue me, Lan Xiaodie, with just a few of you? Don't forget, the poisoners of my Five Poisons Sect are not to be trifled with!" As she spoke, she secretly circulated her internal energy, the Five Poisons True Qi flowing rapidly through her meridians, ready to face the impending fierce battle.

Dugu Yan frowned angrily, a fierce glint in his eyes: "Hmph, Lan Xiaodie, stop showing off! Today is your death day, prepare to die!" With that, he flashed like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards Lan Xiaodie.

He unleashed the "Eight Forms of Famous Swords," his longsword swirling in a series of flourishes, his swordplay sharp and fierce, aimed straight at Lan Xiaodie's vitals.

Lan Xiaodie let out a delicate shout, her body twisting like a nimble snake as she skillfully dodged Dugu Yan's attack.

At the same time, she waved her right hand, and several poisoned needles shot towards Dugu Yan like hidden weapons.

The poisoned needles flashed through the air, carrying a trace of deadly venom, like several small, deadly snakes.

Dugu Yan was greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

He hurriedly brandished his longsword, deflecting the poisoned needles one by one. Several crisp clangs rang out as the poisoned needles collided with the sword, sparks flying everywhere. However, in the instant she blocked the poisoned needles, Lan Xiaodie seized the opportunity to unleash the Five Poisons Sect's "Azure Phosphorescent Illusionary Step," her figure ghostly and unpredictable, rushing towards the weakest point in the encirclement.

Seeing Lan Xiaodie trying to escape, Zhong Renwang was not about to let her go. He shouted, "Where do you think you're going!" He slightly squatted down, circled his left palm, and slammed out his right palm with a powerful, overwhelming force. It was the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Beggars' Sect's ultimate technique, the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

The palm strikes whistlingly, snapping tree branches and sending leaves flying everywhere it goes.

Lan Xiaodie felt a powerful palm strike from behind and her heart skipped a beat.

She knew she absolutely could not take this blow head-on, or she would surely die. Gritting her teeth, she whirled around, a small sachet appearing in her hand. She forcefully threw the sachet at Zhong Renwang, shouting, "Zhong Renwang, taste my Five Poisons Sect's 'Bewitching Dog Incense'!"

Zhong Renwang was startled upon hearing this.

He knew the power of the Five Poisons Sect's poisons and dared not be careless in the slightest.

He quickly held his breath and waved his hands rapidly, trying to knock the sachet away.

However, the "scent of the bewitching dog" had already dissipated, turning into a wisp of smoke that quickly spread.

Zhong Renwang felt a blur before his eyes and a wave of dizziness. He hurriedly used his internal energy to fight against the poisonous smoke.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lan Xiaodie once again used the "Azure Phosphorescent Phantom Step," her figure moving like a ghost through the forest.

She dodged left and right, skillfully avoiding the attacks of Ding Hong, Wu Zhou, and Wu Si.

At the same time, she kept throwing out various poisons, and in an instant, the forest was filled with smoke and screams.

Ding Hong was about to reach out and grab Lan Xiaodie when he accidentally touched a clump of foul-smelling slime.

He felt a sharp pain in his palm, and upon closer inspection, he saw that his palm was rapidly rotting, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

He screamed in terror, the sound echoing through the woods and sending chills down everyone's spine.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhou was greatly alarmed.

He turned to flee, but a venomous python thrown by Lan Xiaodie wrapped around his legs.

The venomous python opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp fangs, and bit down hard on Wu Zhou's leg.

Wu Zhou let out a shrill scream and struggled desperately, but to no avail. He collapsed to the ground, his body turned black, and he died instantly.

Wu Si was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs went weak.

He trembled as he raised his weapon, trying to defend himself against Lan Xiaodie's attack.

However, Lan Xiaodie flashed and was already in front of him.

Without hesitation, she plunged the poisoned needle into Wu Si's throat. Wu Si's eyes widened in terror, but he could no longer utter a sound. His body slowly collapsed, his blood staining the surrounding earth.

Lan Xiaodie looked around and saw that Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan were still entangled with the poisonous creature. She knew that this was the best time to escape.

She took a deep breath, mustered all her strength, and used her lightness skill to dash out of the woods like a blue shooting star.

By the time Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan were freed from the poison, Lan Xiaodie had already vanished without a trace.

Zhong Renwang stared in the direction Lan Xiaodie had left, his anger flaring: "Lan Xiaodie, you bitch! If I ever see you again, I'll tear you to pieces!" With that, he kicked a rock beside him, which flew into the depths of the woods with a "whoosh."

Lan Xiaodie, like a frightened bird, ran frantically through the forest, her hair flying wildly in the wind, her eyes filled with terror and despair. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, each step carrying despair and a desperate will to survive.

Suddenly, a giant net of silkworm silk descended from the sky and enveloped Lan Xiaodie with lightning speed.

The silk net shimmered with an eerie luster, incredibly tough, seemingly trapping her in this endless darkness.

The Beggars' Sect disciples were like ghosts emerging from the ground, omnipresent.

In an instant, they grabbed stones, drew their bows and arrows, their eyes flashing with fierce light, and shouted in unison, "Lan Xiaodie, where do you think you're going? You think you can run? Humph!"

The sound was like a booming bell, echoing through the empty mountain forest.

Immediately afterwards, stones and arrows rained down on Lan Xiaodie, tearing through the sky with sharp whistling sounds.

A muffled thud, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The venom smeared all over Lan Xiaodie's clothes was like a living demon, instantly corroding the seemingly sturdy silkworm net.

The silken net was easily broken and quickly shattered. Lan Xiaodie lost her support and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The stones and arrows flew past her, creating gusts of wind that stung her cheeks.

(End of this chapter)