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

Chapter 251. Waves surge over the grasslands, Japanese shadows rage; a brilliant scheme falls, a war soul vanishes.
Lan Xiaodie knew perfectly well that she was on the verge of life and death, and that the slightest mistake would mean her demise.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, and every breath tasted like rust.

She clenched her teeth, her jaw clicking, and rolled on the spot with the agility of a wildcat fleeing from a predator in the dark, its fur standing on end, full of vigilance. At the same time, her hands seemed to be imbued with magic, turning into two afterimages, dancing rapidly, the force of the wind creating a faint hissing sound in the air.

She pulled out a handful of poison mist needles from her bosom. The needles gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, exuding an eerie aura, as if imbued with an evil spirit. With a flick of her wrist, Lan Xiaodie unleashed the needles like a swarm of bees leaving their nest, shooting towards the surrounding Beggar Clan disciples.

They traced winding arcs in the air, like agile yet deadly little snakes, carrying a trace of venom. Wherever they passed, the air was corroded, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

In an instant, countless Beggar Clan disciples were caught off guard and were hit.

They first let out a shrill scream, a sound like the hooting of an owl, echoing through the mountains and forests, sending chills down one's spine. Even the birds on the branches were startled and took flight, their flapping sounds mingling with the screams.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies turned black rapidly at a visible speed, their skin began to rot, and they emitted a nauseating stench that attracted mosquitoes to buzz around them, as if vying for the putrid smell.

In a short while, these Beggars' Sect disciples collapsed to the ground, dead. Their crimson blood spread across the ground, mingling with the surrounding green grass and soil, forming streams of blood that flowed slowly, dyeing the earth a terrifying dark red.

In an instant, a heavy aura of death filled the mountains and forests, like a living hell, a scene too gruesome to bear. The trees trembled at the sight of the blood, their leaves rustling as if they were singing a mournful song. Taking advantage of the chaos, Lan Xiaodie twisted her delicate body and rolled over to her feet.

Her hair flew wildly around her face, her eyes were resolute, her breathing was rapid and heavy, and she turned and ran wildly into the distance.

Her feet moved quickly across the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water, each step kicking up a small cloud of dust.

However, at that moment, Zhong Renwang's sinister, booming laughter suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap exploding in Lan Xiaodie's ears: "Lan Xiaodie, you vixen, do you think you can escape like this? You're delusional!"

Lan Xiaodie's heart tightened, and she paused slightly. Looking up, she saw Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan, whose faces were full of hatred, blocking her way like a pair of fierce demons.

Zhong Renwang, a burly man, stood firmly on the ground like two unshakeable mountains. He crossed his arms, his arm muscles taut, and wore a mocking smile that proclaimed that Lan Xiaodie was now fish on his chopping block, at his mercy. Dugu Yan, dressed in black, the hem of his robes fluttering in the wind, held a long sword that gleamed coldly, mirroring his icy heart. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a faint buzzing sound, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Lan Xiaodie at any moment.

Lan Xiaodie's heart sank, and she knew something was wrong.

Without thinking, she turned to flee again. But just then, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, as if an invisible hand was slowly reaching for her neck, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

She turned around in horror, only to see Xie Zhichuan appear silently behind her like a ghost. Xie Zhichuan's face was terribly gloomy, like the oppressive sky before a storm, dark clouds gathering and pressing down heavily.

His eyes widened in fury, burning with the flames of anger and greed, his gaze filled with madness. He roared, "Lan Xiaodie, you have no way to escape today! Hand over the 'Five Poisons True Scripture' at once, or don't blame me for being ruthless and tearing you to pieces!"

His voice, filled with boundless anger and greed, echoed through the silent forest, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle and fall, sending chills down one's spine. Lan Xiaodie was in a state of panic, like a caged bird, frantically searching for a way out.

Her heart was pounding, her chest heaving violently, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

But having spent many years navigating the martial world, she possessed a resilient mind. At this critical moment, her eyes darted around, and an idea came to her. Feigning composure, she slowly pulled the fake "Five Poisons Manual" from her bosom.

Her hands trembled slightly, yet she struggled to remain steady, a barely perceptible cold smile playing on her lips, a smile tinged with smugness and cunning. Then, with a sudden flick of her wrist, she forcefully tossed the scripture towards Xie Zhichuan, shouting, "Take it, you greedy scoundrel!"

The scripture drew an arc in the air, its pages rustling in the wind as if foreshadowing an impending crisis.

When Xie Zhichuan saw the "Five Poisons True Scripture" flying towards him like a black lightning bolt, a flash of wild joy instantly appeared in his eyes. The light was like that of a hungry wolf seeing its prey, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He eagerly stretched out his hands, wanting to grasp the true scripture firmly, and the veins on his arms bulged from the effort.

However, the instant his hand touched the scripture, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, as if a sharp blade had cleaved the silent forest in two. The scream was so shrill that it startled the squirrels in the nearby trees, causing them to fall from the branches and scatter in panic on the ground.

Xie Zhichuan felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if thousands of red-hot steel needles were piercing him at the same time, or as if countless ants were gnawing at his bone marrow.

He instinctively looked closely and saw that his palms were covered with black blisters. The blisters kept bursting, flowing out a black liquid that emitted a nauseating stench, attracting flies to buzz and swarm around his palms.

It turns out that this fake "Five Poisons Manual" had already been cleverly tainted by Lan Xiaodie with the extremely domineering Soul-Devouring Poison on her sleeve.

The Soul-Devouring Poison was like a demon lurking in the darkness, instantly invading Xie Zhichuan's body. It rampaged through his meridians, causing widespread destruction. He could clearly feel the poison coursing through his body, bringing waves of excruciating pain, as if countless small snakes were wriggling and crawling inside him.

At this moment, Xie Zhichuan's face was already somewhat strange because his ear had been cut off. Coupled with the sudden pain, his face became even more distorted and ferocious, extremely terrifying, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, emitting ghostly howls. The sound echoed in the mountains and forests, lingering for a long time, making people's hair stand on end.

Fortunately, Xie Zhichuan had cultivated the Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique. In this critical moment, he instantly channeled all his power, attempting to use the divine skill to resist the poison. In an instant, a layer of raging flames erupted around him. The flames were dark red, carrying rolling heat waves, as if they would burn everything around them to ashes, even distorting the surrounding air.

He tried to use the scorching flames to evaporate the Soul-Eating Poison that had invaded his body.

However, the Soul-Devouring Poison was too domineering. Although the flames could evaporate some of the poison, a large amount of the poison, like tenacious weeds, remained deeply rooted in his bone marrow, constantly eroding his body. He could feel the poison and the flames fiercely clashing within his body, as if his body had been torn in two.

Xie Zhichuan knew in his heart that if he did not sever the hand in time, the poison would spread throughout his body, and he would surely die.

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He swiftly drew his longsword from his waist, the blade scraping against the scabbard with a piercing "whoosh," and slashed fiercely at his left wrist.

A sharp "crack!" sounded, like a branch breaking, particularly jarring in the quiet mountain forest. It startled a flock of birds that flew overhead, the flapping of their wings clearly audible.

Xie Zhichuan's left hand fell to the ground with a thud, the severed palm landing on the earth. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the surrounding land red, forming a shocking pool of blood. The stench of blood permeated the air, growing ever stronger.

He collapsed to his knees with a thud from the pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, groaning in agony. His voice was filled with despair and helplessness, each groan like a heavy hammer striking the nerves of Lan Xiaodie and those around her.

Seeing this opportunity, Lan Xiaodie's eyes flashed with surprise.

Her lithe body flashed, like a blue lightning bolt, swiftly passing through the gap beside Xie Zhichuan.

Her movements were as swift as lightning; with a swift reach, she had already seized the fake "Five Poisons Scripture" back into her hand.

Having survived these many hardships, Lan Xiaodie has become increasingly shrewd. She knows that in this chaotic and dog-eat-dog world, this fake "Five Poisons Manual" might still be an important bargaining chip for her to save her life and help her find a glimmer of hope in the bloody storms to come.

Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan watched helplessly as Lan Xiaodie escaped, and their anger surged to the top of their heads.

The two of them, like two mad beasts, hurriedly ran towards Lan Xiaodie's direction.

As Zhong Renwang ran, he stomped his feet in anger, making the ground tremble slightly.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Lan Xiaodie, you shameless wretch who doesn't know what death is! If I don't capture you today, how will I, Zhong Renwang, ever have the face to stand in this martial arts world again? I will cripple my martial arts and go into hiding!"

His voice, like the resounding of a great bell, echoed through the mountains and forests, startling the birds in the surrounding area into fleeing in terror.

Dugu Yan gritted her teeth, her facial muscles contorted with rage, and coldly said, "Hmph, Lan Xiaodie, you think you can escape? You're just barely clinging to life! If I run into you again, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

After saying that, the two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with murderous intent, and quickened their pace, once again chasing after Lan Xiaodie.

Lan Xiaodie stood alone in that gloomy forest.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves.

Her blue dress fluttered in the wind, her figure graceful, yet exuding a chilling aura, like a ghostly figure lurking in the dark.

At this moment, her face was as cold as frost, and her eyes were resolute, like a lone wolf that was driven to the brink of despair but still refused to give in.

She keenly sensed that Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan were rapidly approaching, and a life-or-death battle was imminent.

"Lan Xiaodie, you little brat, your martial arts are nothing special. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me, Zhong Renwang! I've roamed the martial world for thirty years and seen all kinds of storms. If I can't even catch you, I, Zhong Renwang, will take your surname, Lan!" Zhong Renwang's booming voice broke the silence first, the sound waves rolling in like a surging tide, shaking the surrounding leaves to fall.

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on Lan Xiaodie like a tiger, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind.

He flipped his palms with powerful and fierce movements, unleashing the Beggars' Sect's ultimate skill, the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

The palm strike howled like a surging wave, carrying an overwhelming force. Wherever it went, thick tree branches were snapped in two, and wood chips flew everywhere like snowflakes. The palm strike also carved deep furrows into the ground.

Left with no other choice, Lan Xiaodie stopped in her tracks. Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with murderous intent, and her willow-leaf eyebrows stood up like two sharp willow-leaf knives.

She shouted, her voice clear yet filled with boundless anger: "Zhong Renwang, stop spouting nonsense! You have repeatedly framed Master Shi, but what has been the result? You still ended up with a miserable end, losing your nose and both your hands! Are you so arrogant today because you have forgotten the pain of your past wounds?"

She knew perfectly well that Zhong Renwang's palm strike was incredibly powerful, and if she rashly took it head-on, she would surely die. Therefore, she spoke provocatively, trying to sow discord, divert Zhong Renwang's hatred, and find a glimmer of hope for herself.

Just as Zhong Renwang's palm strike was about to sweep in, Lan Xiaodie lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body twisting like a serpent, instantly unleashing the Five Poisons Sect's "Serpent Flash" lightness skill. Her whole body transformed into a blue phantom, drifting through the gaps in the overwhelming palm strike, her movements light and agile, skillfully avoiding Zhong Renwang's fierce attack.

However, just as Lan Xiaodie dodged Zhong Renwang's attack, she felt a deadly chill coming from behind.

A chill ran through her, and without thinking, she quickly turned around.

Dugu Yan, like a black lightning bolt, silently swooped in from the flank.

The long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, like the cold moon in a cold night. His sword moves were extremely ruthless, aimed straight at Lan Xiaodie's throat.

The sword energy crisscrossed and overflowed, even cutting fine cracks in the surrounding air and making a hissing sound.

Lan Xiaodie felt the cold sword energy approaching and was greatly alarmed.

Her right hand shot out from her bosom with the speed of a phantom, revealing a handful of powder emitting a ghostly glow—the Five Poisons Sect's infamous "Bone-Corroding Poison Powder." "Hmph, Dugu Yan, taste the power of my Five Poisons Sect's poison!" Lan Xiaodie's lips parted slightly, and with a sharp flick of her wrist, the "Bone-Corroding Poison Powder," like a fine cloud of smoke, hurtled towards Dugu Yan. This poison powder was colorless and odorless, yet incredibly potent. Once it touched the skin, it would rapidly corrode, causing excruciating pain, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at the bones.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Yan was greatly alarmed.

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

He hurriedly sheathed his sword and went back to defend, while dodging to the side. He swung his long sword rapidly, creating a strong gust of wind in an attempt to blow away the poison powder.

The blade rubbed against the air, producing a buzzing sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet mountain forest.

However, Lan Xiaodie's move was nothing more than a feint.

While Dugu Yan was dealing with the poison powder, she swiftly drew a soft, emerald-green whip from her waist with her left hand.

The whip's body shimmered with an eerie light, traces of potent poison, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to its enemy at any moment.

With a slight flick of her wrist, Lan Xiaodie's soft whip, like a nimble venomous snake, whistled through the air as it coiled around Zhong Renwang's legs.

The soft whip drew an arc in the air, like a green lightning bolt, moving at an extremely fast speed.

Just as Zhong Renwang was about to attack Lan Xiaodie again, he suddenly saw the soft whip coming.

He reacted extremely quickly, leaping up and simultaneously striking out with both palms towards the soft whip.

With a loud "crack," the soft whip clashed with Zhong Renwang's iron palm, sparks flying everywhere.

The loud noise was like a thunderclap, echoing through the mountains and forests, causing the surrounding trees to sway slightly.

As soon as Zhong Renwang landed, Lan Xiaodie waved her hand again, sending several poisoned needles flying towards the two of them like hidden weapons.

The poisoned needles gleamed coldly in the sunlight, carrying a trace of deadly venom. They traced eerie arcs through the air, flying towards Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan like shooting stars. Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan hurriedly brandished their weapons to defend themselves.

In an instant, the sounds of clanging and clashing filled the air. Poisoned needles clashed with weapons, producing crisp sounds and scattering sparks.

Zhong Renwang's iron palm flew up and down, deflecting the poison needles aimed at him one by one; Dugu Yan brandished her longsword, the sword flashing, blocking the poison needles one after another. However, Lan Xiaodie did not give up.

In this fierce exchange, she seized the opportunity and unleashed the Five Poisons Sect's "Poisonous Mist and Misty Fog Technique".

She muttered incantations, and a faint green mist instantly rose around her.

The fog spread rapidly, like a green ghost, enveloping Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan.

This poisonous mist contains a variety of deadly toxins. Those who inhale it may experience dizziness and disorientation at best, and death on the spot at worst, with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan were trapped in the poisonous miasma. Their vision blurred, their breathing became difficult, and their throats itched, causing them to cough uncontrollably.

Terrified, they swung their palms and swords, trying to disperse the poisonous fog. By the time Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan had exhausted all their strength to disperse the pervasive fog, Lan Xiaodie had already vanished without a trace, as if she had never been there at all.

Despite the discomfort caused by inhaling a small amount of poisonous mist, Zhong Renwang's face flushed red, his eyes wide open, and he roared, "Lan Xiaodie, you vixen! How dare you use such vicious methods! I, Zhong Renwang, will remember this debt and make you pay double in the future!" His voice echoed in the wilderness, but received no response. The wilderness was silent, with only the howling wind, and there was no trace of Lan Xiaodie.

Dugu Yan's face was ashen, his clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to his body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with exhaustion and lingering fear. This battle made him truly understand that confronting the leader of the Five Poisons Sect was no child's play; every moment felt like teetering on the brink of death. In his mind, Lan Xiaodie was even more terrifying than Shi Feiyang; her endless stream of poisons was impossible to defend against.

At this moment, the leaders of the Japanese pirates, Sato Taro, Takahashi Moriaki, and Suzuki Saburo, led a group of pirates, like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood, and followed the scent to this place.

They were agile and their steps were steady and powerful; each step seemed to shatter the earth. The long Japanese swords in their hands gleamed with a cold, chilling light in the sunlight, a light that could sting the eyes and emanated a terrifying aura.

Just then, they saw Lan Xiaodie fleeing in a panic, like a frightened bird.

Sato Taro's eyes were like an eagle's, his sharp gaze instantly locking onto Lan Xiaodie.

He suddenly waved his hand, like a general commanding thousands of troops. The Japanese pirates understood immediately and quickly dispersed, forming a huge net that completely blocked Lan Xiaodie's path.

Sato Taro stepped forward, emanating a powerful aura of pressure, and shouted sharply, "Stop! Lan Xiaodie, you're acting suspiciously here. What are you doing here?"

His voice was icy cold, like the north wind of winter, carrying a chill that pierced straight to the heart.

Lan Xiaodie was shocked and felt like an ant on a hot pan, panicked and at a loss.

She knew full well that she was in a dangerous situation, as if she were standing on the edge of an abyss, and that the slightest mistake would result in her being smashed to pieces.

Without a second thought, she swiftly unleashed her poisonous skills. Her hands moved with incredible speed, like phantoms, so fast it was dazzling.

She pulled out packets of poison powder from her bosom and threw them forcefully at the Japanese pirates.

The poison powder drifted through the air, forming eerie wisps of smoke. The smoke had a strange color and a pungent odor, like the aura of a demon, spreading towards the Japanese pirates.

However, these Japanese pirates were no ordinary people. They were not only highly skilled in martial arts, having experienced countless battles in the martial world, but also adept at ninjutsu and possessed unique methods to resist poisons.

They remained calm and composed, each taking out specially made pills from their robes, the pills emitting a faint glow. They swallowed the pills, then channeled their inner energy, causing a soft light to emanate from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, their bodies gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaodie's heart sank, and she secretly lamented, "These Japanese pirates are so troublesome, what should I do!"

However, Lan Xiaodie is quick-witted and has accumulated rich experience in adapting to changing circumstances after years of navigating the world of martial arts.

While the Japanese pirates were resisting the poison powder, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her whole body shot away into the distance like a blue lightning bolt. Her figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, her speed astonishing.

Sato Taro appeared with a group of Japanese pirates. Seeing Lan Xiaodie trying to escape, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, like the fury of a hungry wolf seeing its prey trying to escape. He roared, "Trying to escape? Not so easy! You won't get away today! Chase after her!"

Having said that, he led Takahashi Moriaki, Suzuki Saburo, and a group of Japanese pirates, like a black torrent, relentlessly pursuing Lan Xiaodie. Their footsteps were orderly and powerful, like the booming of war drums, causing the ground to tremble.

Lan Xiaodie fled desperately across the grassland, her heart filled with anxiety, like a trapped wild beast searching for a way out.

She looked around, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness, wanting to find a place to hide, and even thinking of jumping off a cliff to escape her predicament.

However, when she looked around, all she saw was a vast, boundless grassland, with not a single cliff in sight.

In her panic, the image of Shi Feiyang suddenly appeared in her mind.

She felt as if she had grasped a lifeline, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.

She rushed toward Shi Feiyang's camp, shouting hoarsely as she ran: "Shi Feiyang, Master Shi, Chief Shi, come save me! Master Shi, save me!" Her voice echoed across the vast grassland, filled with endless despair and a plea for help; every cry was a final act of defiance against fate.

Shi Feiyang was discussing important matters in a tent with Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" master; Lie Quan, the "Qiankun Blade" master; Wu Zhong, the "Iron Palm" master; Xiao Lingling, the "Mandarin Duck Blade" master; Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer" master; Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart" master; and the young page Shi Xiong.

Upon hearing this piercing cry for help, everyone was startled and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shi Feiyang was the first to react. His eyes sharpened, and he flashed out of the tent like a white light, moving so fast that it was difficult to catch.

The group followed closely behind, only to see Lan Xiaodie being chased by a group of Japanese pirates, her situation extremely critical.

Lan Xiaodie's figure appeared so small amidst the Japanese pirates' encirclement, as if she could be swallowed up at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang leaped into the air without hesitation. His movements were agile and his aura imposing, like a war god descending to earth. He drew an arc in the air and landed steadily on the ground, blocking the path of the Japanese pirates.

His gaze was firm, exuding an unquestionable authority, as if declaring to the Japanese pirates: Today, you will not be allowed to harm Lan Xiaodie in the slightest!
When Sato Taro saw that someone was blocking him, he was furious, like a lion that had been provoked.

He pointed his knife at Lan Xiaodie and angrily asked Liao Pei, "Old fools, haven't you always hated this monster to the bone? Why are you stopping us? Have you been bewitched by her?"

His tone was full of provocation and disdain, mocking the stupidity of Liao Pei and others.

Liao Pei's face was as cold as frost, but his eyes revealed a firm sense of justice.

He said coldly, "Hmph, no matter how much we hate her, she is still a person of the Central Plains. But you Japanese pirates, who have crossed the ocean to come to our Central Plains, have committed arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of evil deeds, committing heinous crimes, and are a hundred times more despicable than her! Today, we will kill you Japanese pirates first to rid the people of the Central Plains of this scourge, and then deal with Lan Xiaodie."

With that, he stomped his foot hard, sending dust flying.

Liao Pei, who hated evil as much as he did, immediately unleashed his "Tongbei Fist".

His arms, like two nimble pythons, twisted in the air, carrying a powerful force as he swiftly pounced towards Sato Taro.

The fist whistled through the air, tearing it apart and making a hissing sound.

When Sato Taro saw Liao Pei's aggressive approach, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but as the leader of the Japanese pirates, he would not easily show weakness.

He snorted coldly, gripping his katana tightly with both hands, and unleashed the "Wind-Facing Slash." With a swift turn, like a whirlwind, his katana flashed with a cold light, striking towards Liao Pei's neck like lightning. The wind from the blade was fierce, and a dense killing intent filled the air.

Seeing this, Liao Pei remained calm. He flashed away like a phantom, skillfully avoiding Sato Taro's attack.

At the same time, his right fist, like a cannonball, struck towards Sato Taro's chest with immense force.

This punch contained Liao Pei's profound internal strength, and the air around it vibrated as the force of the punch reached it.

Sato Taro was startled when he saw Liao Pei's fist hurtling towards him with tremendous force, but he was not afraid at all.

He suddenly raised his sword to block, the Japanese sword gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight, like a silver lightning bolt.

With a deafening clang, like the tolling of a great bell, the surrounding air vibrated. Sparks flew as fist and knife clashed, like fireworks exploding in the night sky. The impact forced both men back several steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Sato Taro and Liao Pei exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with vigilance, like two fierce beasts facing each other, poised to strike.

Immediately afterwards, they pounced on each other again.

Seeing that Liao Pei and Sato Taro were locked in a fierce battle, Lie Quan, wielding his twin swords, gripped them tightly, their blades gleaming coldly like a pair of nimble silver butterflies dancing in the wind. With a roar, he charged towards Takahashi Moriaki with lightning speed. Takahashi Moriaki, not to be outdone, wielded his katana, chanting incantations, and unleashed the devastating "Wind-Facing One-Slash" technique.

In an instant, the two clashed, their swords flashing and clashing, a dazzling display of power. Each clash of weapons produced a crisp, melodious yet deadly sound that echoed across the vast, empty grassland, startling the surrounding birds into scattering in all directions.

Lie Quan's twin swords techniques are unpredictable, sometimes attacking fiercely like a storm, and sometimes maneuvering skillfully like a gentle spring breeze; Takahashi Moriaki's Japanese sword is like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, each move deadly, and the grass and leaves break wherever the blades strike.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong took a deep breath and activated the internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture".

In an instant, his aura suddenly changed, like a volcano about to erupt, filled with powerful energy.

His palms gradually turned a faint red, radiating a fiery aura that seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

He unleashed the "Demon-Subduing Palm," his palms swirling with heat waves, like surging tides, as he attacked Suzuki Saburo.

When Suzuki Saburo saw Wu Zhong's menacing approach, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him, he was alarmed, but as a skilled Japanese pirate, he would not easily back down.

He unleashed the "Wind-Facing Slash," attempting to use this fierce sword technique to block Wu Zhong's attack.

Wu Zhong's palm strikes were incredibly powerful, each strike carrying the force of a tidal wave, as if capable of shattering the earth; Suzuki Saburo's swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, his katana flashing through the air like streaks of lightning.

The wind from the palm and the wind from the blade collided, making a "whooshing" sound, like a howling wind. The dust on the ground was blown into the air, obscuring the sky and making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Seeing this, the other Japanese pirates brandished their swords and pounced on the group like a pack of frenzied wild beasts.

Their eyes were filled with greed and ferocity, and they roared.

Miao Menlong, the "divine archer," reacted with lightning speed. He quickly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, which gleamed with a cold, icy light on the string, like a cold star in the night sky.

He channeled his inner strength, focused his mind, and fired an arrow. The arrow, like a shooting star, hurtled towards a Japanese pirate with a sharp whistling sound.

The Japanese pirate couldn't dodge in time. With a "thud," the arrow struck his throat. He screamed, clutched his throat with both hands, and blood gushed from between his fingers. His body swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground, dead.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhize holds a plum blossom dart, its tip gleaming with a cold light, exuding a chilling aura.

With a flick of his wrist, several plum blossom darts shot towards the Japanese pirates like hidden weapons. The darts drew strange arcs in the air, like shooting stars flashing in the night sky. The Japanese pirates panicked and dodged, and in an instant, the scene was chaotic, with shouts and the sound of weapons clashing intertwined.

The young pageboy Shi Xiong was not to be outdone. His eyes gleamed with determination as he pulled out a poisoned horn cone from his waist.

The poison horn gleamed eerily in the sunlight, as if imbued with malevolent power.

With a forceful flick, the poison horn cone, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, shot towards the Japanese pirates like a black lightning bolt.

Wherever they went, the Japanese pirates fell victim to the poison. They let out miserable screams, their bodies turning black, clearly poisoned. Some Japanese pirates rolled on the ground in agony, while others flailed their arms wildly, trying to drive away the invisible pain. The scene was chaotic, like a living hell.

Lan Xiaodie fled, no longer caring about being shy; saving her life was the priority.

She threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms, looking pitiful.

Her hair flew wildly around her cheeks, tears welled in her eyes, and she asked Shi Feiyang pitifully, "Master Shi, do you really want to take my life?" She secretly calculated in her heart, knowing that the embrace of a beautiful woman was often a great temptation to men, and perhaps only in this way could she gain Shi Feiyang's support and rescue.

However, Shi Feiyang was not that kind of despicable man.

He had the well-being of all people in his heart and was a true chivalrous man.

He gently parted Lan Xiaodie, a warm smile on his face like the spring sun, and said, "Miss Lan, I do not wish to take your life. I only hope that you can help me go to Bozhou to quell the rebellion. Our Xiong Ying Society is fighting for peace in the world and needs the support of the Five Poisons Sect. Therefore, I have been waiting for you to turn back on this grassland, hoping that you can walk the path of justice."

Lan Xiaodie glanced at the fierce battle between Liao Pei and the other heroes and the Japanese pirates, and a wicked plan suddenly came to mind.

She smiled sweetly, but there was a hint of eeriness in that smile, like a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the night sky: "Is that so? Master Shi, as long as you take me in, I will definitely reform and turn over a new leaf, obey your orders, and do my best to help you go to Bozhou to quell the rebellion."

After saying that, she threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms again.

However, in that instant, she suddenly opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, like a ferocious beast, and bit towards Shi Feiyang's throat.

Unexpectedly, Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills were astonishing and beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The moment Lan Xiaodie's sharp teeth attacked, his aura suddenly changed, and the Mingyu Skill instantly protected his body.

A faint, icy blue light emanated from his body, resembling an indestructible ice armor that tightly protected him.

Lan Xiaodie's sharp teeth bit down hard on the layer of ice armor, as if she had bitten into a piece of ancient ice rock, making a crisp "crack" sound. Lan Xiaodie felt a sharp pain coming from her mouth, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing her at the same time, and her teeth felt as if they were about to be shattered.

She screamed in agony, staggering back a few steps like a wounded wild animal, blood splattering from her mouth and staining her clothes red.

Her eyes were filled with shock and fear as she looked at Shi Feiyang, secretly lamenting, "Shi Feiyang's martial arts are so powerful; I'm afraid I'm doomed today."

Shi Feiyang suppressed the raging anger burning within him, much like a volcano suppressing magma.

His brows furrowed deeply, like two towering mountains, and a flash of disappointment and anger crossed his eyes, his gaze like two sharp blades that could see right through people. He roared, "Lan Xiaodie! As a member of the martial arts world, you should uphold the code of chivalry, take justice as your standard, and protect the peace of the martial world. Yet, for your own selfish reasons, you have committed such a despicable and shameless act, which is truly contemptible! With such behavior, how can you have the face to stand in the martial world?"

His voice was powerful and resonant, like the sound of a great bell, echoing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Lan Xiaodie's heart and making her tremble.

(End of this chapter)