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

Chapter 253. Bloodshed at the horse farm stirs up a storm; secret letters reveal conspiracy and entangled grudges.
Not far away, Lan Xiaodie also tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

After the fierce battle that had taken place during the day, Lan Xiaodie, like a startled hare, hurriedly ran a short distance before plunging into the dense, secluded forest. The place was exceptionally quiet, surrounded by ancient trees whose branches intertwined, forming a giant green curtain that completely shut out the noise of the outside world.

She quickly found a secluded spot, backed by a huge rock and surrounded by vines, which acted as a natural barrier.

Lan Xiaodie sat cross-legged on the ground, her knees together, and slowly spread her hands, placing the "Five Poisons True Scripture," which carried her hopes for revenge, in front of her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, her eyes filled with determination and urgency, eager to begin this cultivation journey, hoping that her poison skills could achieve a qualitative leap.

She thought to herself that she was now safe and sound. The wicked Japanese pirates had been slaughtered by the Xiong Ying heroes, leaving no one alive. Zhong Renwang was like a stray dog, fleeing in a sorry state, while Dugu Yan was terrified and had long lost her former arrogance.

Moreover, this place wasn't far from the Xiong Ying Society's headquarters. If she were to encounter any misfortune, she could simply shout for help and perhaps receive assistance. Thinking this, Lan Xiaodie gradually calmed down, slowly closed her eyes, and began to concentrate fully on cultivating the "Five Poisons True Scripture." She circulated her internal energy, guiding it slowly through her meridians according to the incantations in the scripture, attempting to explore a higher realm of poisonous arts.

However, not long after she began cultivating, Lan Xiaodie felt a strange sensation.

Her consciousness seemed to have fallen into chaos, the scene before her eyes began to distort and change, and strange hallucinations appeared from time to time.

In a daze, she felt as if she were floating on a cloud, surrounded by mist, as if she had stepped into a fairyland.

Looking up, one can see the majestic South Heavenly Gate standing before one's eyes, its gate magnificent and its presence imposing.

A man emerged from the gate, dressed in a nine-chapter robe and wearing a twelve-row pearl crown. His face was solemn and benevolent; he was none other than the Jade Emperor, who ruled over the Three Realms.

The Jade Emperor looked at Lan Xiaodie with gentle eyes and said, "Lan Xiaodie, you were born with spiritual roots, but you have gone astray. In this world, good and evil are rewarded accordingly. Shi Feiyang is a chivalrous man who serves his country and people. His actions are all for the benefit of the common people. He is truly a good person in the world and a hero of his generation, worthy of the respect of all people. However, you are filled with hatred for him because of your obsession. This is really wrong of you."

Lan Xiaodie stared wide-eyed at the Jade Emperor, her heart filled with doubt and shock, and was about to speak in rebuttal.

At this moment, a golden light flashed, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, somersaulted to the front.

He wore a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, a golden chainmail armor, and held a Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff), looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and said loudly, "Little Butterfly, I, Old Sun, have seen countless heroes and valiant men in this world. Shi Feiyang was indeed a man of honor. Your father, Lan Xianglin, committed many evils and harmed the martial arts world. His death was truly deserved. Don't let hatred blind you anymore. Let go of your obsession, and you will find liberation."

Immediately afterwards, the seven graceful fairies arrived, their robes fluttering, like celestial beings descended to earth. One of the fairies said softly, "Miss Lan, hatred will only plunge you into endless suffering. Shi Feiyang is righteous and his actions are all just. If you can let go of your hatred, you will surely usher in a new life."

Lan Xiaodie felt as if these words were heavy hammer blows striking her heart. Her brows furrowed tightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her body trembled slightly, and she was caught in an extreme internal struggle.

She kept shaking her head in her hallucination, muttering to herself, "No, this isn't real. How could my father be an evil person? Shi Feiyang killed my father. I swear I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this!"

However, the Jade Emperor, Sun Wukong, the Seven Fairies, and others seemed not to hear her and continued to persuade her, their voices seemingly possessing a magical power, constantly assaulting her inner defenses.

Little did Lan Xiaodie know that all of this was because when she received Shi Feiyang's "Five Poisons True Scripture" a little earlier, she unknowingly fell victim to the "Heavenly Palace Illusion" within Shi Feiyang's "Sacred Heart Technique".

What Shi Feiyang handed her was not the real "Five Poisons Scripture," but a copy of the "Analects."

It was only because Lan Xiaodie cultivated the evil divine skill of the Five Poisons Sect, whose internal energy was unpredictable and volatile, that she was able to instinctively circulate her energy to resist it without realizing it, thus preventing her from immediately going insane. Otherwise, an ordinary person would have already lost their mind and become a madman.

Even so, the power of this "Heavenly Palace Illusion" should not be underestimated. The Jade Emperor, Sun Wukong, Taibai Jinxing, the Seven Fairies and other gods and immortals repeatedly tried to persuade Lan Xiaodie in her ear, as if they were in a battle of attrition.

Lan Xiaodie felt as if her head was about to explode, and her inner beliefs began to waver.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and pain, her lips trembled, and she murmured to herself, "Was I wrong? Was I really wrong?" At this moment, she felt as if she were in a dark abyss, surrounded by thick fog, unable to find a way out, and her inner struggle and entanglement had reached its peak.

Lan Xiaodie jolted awake, her eyes snapping open. She gasped for breath, large beads of sweat rolling down her face, soaking the hair at her temples. Her eyes were filled with panic and confusion, as if she had just escaped a terrible nightmare.

The surrounding woods remained quiet, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. But to Lan Xiaodie, it sounded as if countless eyes were watching her from the shadows, sending chills down her spine.

She subconsciously looked around, her hands gripping the soil beneath her tightly, as if it were her only support in this world.

Recalling the earnest advice from the Jade Emperor, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven Sun Wukong, and others in her hallucination, their words still echoed in her mind like the resounding of a great bell, shaking her to her core.

Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, "Could it be... could it be true? Father... could he really have committed so many evil deeds?" Her voice trembled, filled with disbelief and painful struggle.

Lan Xiaodie slowly stood up, her legs weak, and she almost fell to the ground.

A hollow look appeared in her eyes, and she paced unsteadily through the woods, each step feeling as if she were walking on cotton, soft and powerless.

Her heart was in turmoil; her past hatred for Shi Feiyang began to waver.

She once regarded Shi Feiyang as her mortal enemy, and her heart was filled with nothing but thoughts of revenge.

But now, those hallucinations are like heavy hammers, shattering the stubborn barrier of hatred in her heart.

She reached out and held onto a tree trunk, leaned forward slightly, closed her eyes, and tried to calm her chaotic thoughts.

"I always thought that Shi Feiyang ruined everything for me, but if my father really deserved what he got, then what does all my hatred over the years mean?" Lan Xiaodie murmured, her voice filled with endless bitterness.

A tear slid down her cheek, glistening in the sunlight, carrying the weight of her years of pain and confusion.

Suddenly, Lan Xiaodie opened her eyes wide, a resolute glint in her gaze.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

"No matter what, I have to find out the truth. If my father is truly unforgivable, how... how am I supposed to face all of this?" Her voice became more resolute, but the inner turmoil and struggle still lingered.

Lan Xiaodie took a deep breath, put away the fake "Five Poisons Scripture" and the real "Analects," and walked out of the woods. Her steps gradually became firm. In that instant, she made up her mind to explore the truth that she had not seen when her eyes were blinded by hatred, even if the truth would cause her unbearable pain.

The next morning, as dawn broke, the soft light, like a golden veil, gently covered the earth, bathing everything in a splendid hue.

Led by Shi Feiyang, the heroes of Xiong Ying, each one full of vigor and high spirits, embarked on their journey south to Bozhou. They galloped swiftly, covered in dust, the dust kicked up by their horses' hooves billowing behind them like a winding yellow dragon.

As Shi Feiyang and his group passed through the Tatar tribe, renowned for its superior warhorses, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but secretly plan. The horses there were plump, strong, and exceptionally fine. If they could acquire a batch of excellent steeds there, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, greatly accelerating their journey to Bozhou. Therefore, accompanied by the Tatar tribe's chief, Laksen, and his son, Mabaha, and daughter, Ulai, they arrived at the horse farm.

The horse ranch was vast and boundless, filled with the neighing of horses, creating a lively scene. The crowd dispersed and began carefully selecting horses, meticulously preparing for the long journey ahead, and eagerly anticipating finding a suitable mount.

However, just as they were selecting horses, a rapid and deafening sound of hooves suddenly came from all around the riding arena. Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw a group of masked riders surging out from all directions like a tidal wave, launching a fierce attack on them.

These riders were all agile and nimble, like cheetahs, steadily controlling their strong and powerful warhorses.

The long swords in their hands gleamed with a chilling light, appearing even more ferocious and terrifying in the sunlight, exuding an aura that sent shivers down one's spine. They chanted incoherent and incomprehensible slogans, their voices sounding like the wails of ghosts and wolves, inspiring fear in those who heard them.

At the same time, the horses in the stable seemed to be greatly frightened and instantly panicked.

The neighing and neighing rose and fell, deafeningly loud, as they ran wildly in all directions, like unbridled wild horses, completely out of control.

The order at the horse farm was completely disrupted in an instant, and chaos ensued.

In an instant, dust billowed up, obscuring the sky, and the entire horse farm descended into chaos.

The shouts of men and the neighing of horses mingled together, creating an atmosphere as if the end of the world had arrived, sending chills down one's spine. Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's. He quickly assessed the current situation and prepared to take action to deal with this sudden crisis.

At this time, Shi Feiyang had already mastered the "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill". Without deliberately activating his skills, the Mingyu Skill within his body would automatically generate upon his thought.

The cultivation of this divine skill allowed him to maintain a transcendent defensive state under any circumstances. His body had become one with a mysterious power in the world, reaching a state of non-action and governance.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly intensified, and a faint layer of icy blue light emanated from his body, like an indestructible armor that tightly protected him. The icy aura spread out, causing the surrounding air to freeze, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the ground.

This layer of cold armor not only protects against external attacks, but also absorbs the surrounding heat, allowing Shi Feiyang to remain calm and clear-headed throughout the battle.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang moved with lightning speed, as fast as a white light, and instantly leaped onto a warhorse that was not yet startled.

His movements were fluid and swift, easily controlling the spirited horse and demonstrating exceptional riding skills.

He spurred his horse's flanks with all his might, and the warhorse let out a long neigh, its roar like a dragon's cry, and charged into the enemy ranks like an arrow released from a bow. Shi Feiyang and his warhorse were perfectly coordinated; each charge was so synchronized and deadly.

Shi Feiyang unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws." He waved his palms, using them as sabers, and a dazzling golden light emanated from his palms, just like a golden dragon waving its claws, majestic and awe-inspiring, with saber energy spreading everywhere.

This sword technique was executed to perfection in his hands, with each strike containing boundless power and beauty.

With each swing of his palm, the fierce wind carried a blade-like aura capable of slicing through anything, possessing the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Wherever it went, the wind howled and the blade-like aura whistled. Shi Feiyang's palm technique was not only incredibly powerful but also extremely fast, dazzling the eye.

The masked bandits had no way of tracking his movements.

Before the masked riders could react, heads were constantly being slashed off, blood spurting out and drawing crimson arcs in the air, like the setting sun on the horizon.

Blood mist spread out, turning the surrounding air dark red, making the area around the horse farm resemble a living hell.

Shi Feiyang's attacks were like the Grim Reaper descending, mercilessly reaping the lives of these bandits.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong roared, his voice booming like a bell, his aura surging like a volcano about to erupt. He channeled the internal energy of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture," his hands instantly turning slightly red, as if scorched by flames. He unleashed the "Subduing Demon Palm," his palms dancing, generating waves of heat like surging tides, slamming towards the oncoming rider.

Each palm strike produced a whooshing sound, like a howling wind, and the ground trembled slightly wherever the force struck. Wu Zhong's palm technique, like his personality, was fierce and incomparably destructive.

"Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling wields two blades, her movements light and graceful, like a flower blooming in a raging wind, dancing and weaving freely among the enemy ranks. Her swordsmanship is exquisite; as she wields her blades, the light flashes like stars. Her coordination with her husband, Wu Zhong, is seamless, one strong and the other gentle, perfectly complementing each other.

With the combined efforts of Miao Menlong's divine arrows, Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts, and Shi Xiong's poison horn, the archers were like a sophisticated killing machine, constantly repelling wave after wave of riders.

Miao Menlong drew his bow and nocked an arrow; the arrow gleamed coldly on the string, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

He channeled his inner strength and fired an arrow. The arrow flew like a meteor, whistling through the air, each one hitting the rider's vital spot with deadly accuracy, causing them to fall to the ground, unable to retaliate.

With a flick of his wrist, Shan Zhi sent several plum blossom darts flying out like hidden weapons, tracing strange arcs in the air like shooting stars in the night sky. The riders were caught off guard and were hit one after another, letting out painful cries.

Shi Xiong hurled his poison horn spikes, which gleamed ominously in the sunlight and whistled through the air. Wherever they went, riders were struck, howling in agony as their bodies turned black rapidly. They were clearly poisoned and writhed in agony on the ground, a sight too painful to behold.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Fist," and Lie Quan, the master of "Qiankun Blade," led Shi Feiyang's guards, taking advantage of the chaos, like a pack of fierce cheetahs, charging towards the warhorses that were running amok in the horse arena. Liao Pei unleashed his "Tongbei Fist," his arms moving like two agile pythons, weaving freely through the chaotic herd of horses, constantly taming the frightened warhorses.

His boxing style was both powerful and agile; each punch skillfully quelled the warhorse's fear and tamed it.

Lie Quan brandished two swords, their blades flashing, to protect Liao Pei and the others.

His swordsmanship was swift and fierce, repelling the approaching bandits one by one and ensuring the safety of Liao Pei and his guards.

They shared an unspoken understanding and worked together seamlessly, successfully cooperating with the Tatar tribe chief Laksen, his son Mabaha, his daughter Ulai, and the tribe's warriors to capture many fine horses and safely raise them together, preventing these precious horses from suffering further fright or loss, and preserving valuable fighting strength for the Xiong Ying Society.

After a fierce battle, Shi Feiyang and the other warriors of the Xiong Ying Society successfully repelled the masked riders' attack with their superb martial arts skills and perfect teamwork, demonstrating their extraordinary courage and wisdom.

After the fierce battle, the area around the horse farm was in chaos, resembling a destroyed ruin.

The masked rider's body lay scattered on the ground, blood staining the earth red. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, and flies swarmed around the corpses, creating a truly gruesome scene.

Xie Wen used the "Flying Willow Catkins and Light Smoke Technique," his figure as light as willow catkins drifting in the wind, gracefully descending from the sky. His movements were fluid and beautiful, as if he were performing a silent dance in the air.

With sharp eyes, he meticulously examined the scene, leaving no detail overlooked. He would sometimes crouch down to examine the wounds on the body, sometimes pick up weapons from the ground for close inspection, and sometimes search for any possible clues in the surrounding grass.

After a painstaking investigation and meticulous analysis, he finally uncovered the massive conspiracy behind the attack.

The evidence Xie Wen discovered was a secret letter, which undoubtedly provided a crucial clue to unraveling the mystery of the entire incident. The letter was hidden in the undergarments of a masked rider, and the envelope bore the distinctive seal of the Naiman tribe. The clearly visible patterns on the seal revealed the personal mark of the former Naiman chief, Ke'er, which undoubtedly revealed the letter's origin and importance.

The contents of the letter were shocking, detailing the conspiracy between Ke'er and Tetsujin.

The letter revealed that they had orchestrated this attack in order to regain control of the Naiman tribe and weaken the Tatar tribe; it was a meticulously planned conspiracy. They planned to take advantage of Shi Feiyang and his group's passage through the Tatar tribe, sending masked riders to attack the horse farm, and deliberately leaving clues pointing to Shi Feiyang and the Xiong Ying heroes, thus framing the Xiong Ying Society and inciting conflict between the two tribes.

Once both sides are severely damaged, they can seize the opportunity to take over the Tatar tribe's horse farms, strengthen their own power, and regain control of the Naiman tribe. This is a sinister plan.

In addition, Xie Wen also discovered unique secret marks of the Naiman tribe at the scene. Only core members of the tribe understand the meaning of these marks.

These markings, carved into trees and stones, guided the masked riders' routes, undoubtedly providing Xie Wen with important clues to further track down the mastermind behind the scenes.

In a secluded cave not far away, Xie Wen unexpectedly discovered some remaining weapons and clothing. The style and material of these weapons were extremely similar to those of the Naiman tribe, and the clothing was also embroidered with the Naiman tribe's emblem, which made him fall into deep thought.

These clues corroborated each other, forming a coherent chain of evidence that fully proved the attack was meticulously planned by Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen. Xie Wen frowned, realizing that this was not just a simple attack, but a much larger conspiracy.

It turns out that the former chief of the Naiman tribe, Ke'er, was stripped of her chieftainship by Shi Feiyang, resulting in the tribe now being jointly managed by Shi Feiyang's five wives—Yi Li, Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua.

These five ladies each had their own strengths, and together they supported the daily operations of the Naiman tribe.

Ke'er had long harbored jealousy towards the Tatar tribe's horse farm advantage, and this resentment only intensified after losing power. He attempted to achieve his ulterior motives through such despicable means. He secretly plotted to overthrow the existing order and regain his lost power.

They thought their plan was foolproof, but they didn't expect that Xie Wen, with his exceptional wisdom and keen insight, would completely expose their conspiracy. After learning the truth, the Tatar tribe chief Laksen, along with his son Mabaha and daughter Ulai, were terrified and took the initiative to request that the entire tribe of 30,000 people form an alliance with the Naiman tribe and accept the leadership of the Naiman Khan, Yili.

The heroes of Xiong Ying were overjoyed and naturally agreed.

Shi Feiyang, on the other hand, was burning with rage. His anger was like a raging fire, and his eyes were filled with fury, as if two balls of fire were burning within them.

He knew that this matter concerned the peace between the two tribes and could not be neglected in the slightest.

So, armed with irrefutable evidence, he resolutely went to Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman tribe.

His steps were firm and powerful, as if each step could crush the injustices of the world, determined to seek justice for the tribe.

When the ladies, including Yili, Lin Wanqing, Baizhi, Liu Guihua, and Gong Simeng, learned that their husband Shi Feiyang had arrived, they were filled with ecstatic joy.

Their eyes shone with excitement, like the brightest stars in the night sky, and they quickly led the tribe out of the city to greet them.

They were elegant yet dashing, riding swiftly and kicking up a trail of dust.

Their appearance brought a touch of life and vitality to the solemn atmosphere. When they saw Shi Feiyang, these beautiful ladies' eyes were filled with concern and joy. They dismounted and hurried forward to greet him.

Their faces radiated deep affection and support for their husbands; they were willing to face any challenge with him.

Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn. He said softly to Elizabeth, "Madam, please summon Keke'er and Tie Tiezhen. I have important matters to discuss with them face to face. Wanqing, Baizhi, Simeng, and Guihua, you should immediately lead your trusted subordinates to take control of the castle and patrol it closely."

His words revealed an unquestionable determination and control over the situation.

Ellie nodded slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but seeing Shi Feiyang's serious expression, she dared not ask further and went off with her sisters to carry out their orders. They knew that there must be an important reason behind Shi Feiyang's command, and they had to do their best.

Inside the spacious yet somewhat gloomy council hall of Black Wolf City, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Shi Feiyang stood tall and proud, like an unyielding pine tree, radiating righteousness. Before Ke Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen, he righteously and forcefully exposed their conspiracy; his voice echoed in the hall, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

His voice was loud and powerful, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing in the empty hall and making everyone's ears buzz: "Ke'er, Tie Tiezhen, as tribal leaders, you should be protecting the people and safeguarding peace in your region. Yet, for your own selfish desires, you have devised such a vicious and despicable scheme. You have attempted to incite tribal conflict, plunder the Tatar tribe's wealth, and plunge countless people into misery. Such actions are truly intolerable! Today, I will expose your shameful conspiracy to the world!"

After saying that, Shi Feiyang slammed the evidence in his hand heavily on the table. With a loud "bang," like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the teacups on the table jumped up and tea splashed everywhere.

When Ke'er and Tie Tiezhen saw that their conspiracy had been exposed, their faces turned ashen, like eggplants that had been hit by frost.

They were filled with shock, anger, and humiliation. They couldn't believe that their meticulously planned conspiracy had been exposed so quickly, which shocked and enraged them.

Ke'er suddenly stood up, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, and shouted, "Shi Feiyang, don't make false accusations! Without evidence, what proof do you have that this matter is related to us? Could it be that you are fabricating facts and framing us in order to suppress my Naiman tribe!"

However, Shi Feiyang had a mountain of evidence, each piece of which was irrefutable and left no room for them to argue.

Shi Feiyang sneered, took out a stack of documents from his pocket, and showed them to everyone present. Each page recorded their unspeakable secrets and crimes.

Seeing that they couldn't deny it, Ke'er and Tie Tie decided to go all the way. Ke'er waved her hand, a ruthless glint in her eyes, and gave a signal to someone in the shadows. Instantly, a group of people surged out from all directions of the hall.

The two leaders, one wielding a large, dark fan, were Wu Yi, the master of the "Wind and Thunder Fan Technique," who led his disciples in a fierce attack on Shi Feiyang. The other, unarmed and exuding a strange aura, was Wu Yun, the master of the "Heavenly Dazzling Palm," who also led his disciples.

These people were all top-tier experts secretly hired by Ke'er and her son Tie Tiezhen at great expense. They had all mastered the most powerful and sinister arts, and were ruthless and cruel. They came from the Western Regions and did not know much about Shi Feiyang from the Central Plains.

They were hired to help Keke'er and Tie Tiezhen solve problems and protect their interests in critical moments.

At that moment, seeing Ke'er give him a meaningful look, they attacked without hesitation, like a pack of wolves pouncing on Shi Feiyang.

Their eyes gleamed with greed and ferocity, as if Shi Feiyang were already fish on their chopping board, at their mercy.

They showed no mercy and acted ruthlessly, determined to kill Shi Feiyang.

Wu Yun's "Heavenly Palm" is so powerful that it can be described as unpredictable and mysterious.

His palms were slightly red, and there seemed to be flames burning in his palms. These flames were not ordinary fire, but contained highly poisonous fire poison.

Once struck, the enemy will immediately feel a burning sensation throughout their body, as if enveloped in raging flames. Their internal organs will be corroded by the fire poison, causing unbearable pain. Within an hour, the fire poison will invade the heart, leading to fatal consequences and a gruesome death.

The power of this fire poison is so great that the victim struggles in extreme pain, unable to escape, and ultimately dies in despair.

The dark, gleaming fan in Wu Yi's hand shimmered with a mysterious light in the sunlight, as if it contained an evil power.

He unleashed three extraordinary skills: "Willow Swaying in the Wind," "Fallen Leaves Sweeping Away in the Wind," and "Clouds Sweeping Away in the Wind," each move stronger than the last, with boundless power.

These three ultimate techniques each contain different wind and thunder power, making his opponents feel as if they are facing the most violent force in nature when facing him.

In particular, the "Wind" technique, specifically the "Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds" move, is incredibly powerful once unleashed.

His fan moved with incredible speed, so fast it was almost impossible to follow, the wind blowing fiercely like a howling gale, creating a powerful and overwhelming force. Tables and chairs were overturned in its wake, dust billowed up, obscuring the sky and displaying an aura of utter destructive force.

Ke'er glared fiercely at Shi Feiyang, gritting her teeth and declaring, "Shi Feiyang, since you've come here today, don't even think about leaving alive! My barbarian tribe is full of experts, and today we will make sure you don't leave alive, that you die here!"

After saying that, a sinister smile appeared on his face, as if he had already foreseen Shi Feiyang's tragic end.

His voice was full of threat and provocation, sending chills down one's spine. Shi Feiyang, however, showed no fear.

His eyes revealed determination and composure, as if everything was within his expectations.

He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing in all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his true energy surging in his chest and abdomen, his aura constantly rising.

His body seemed to have merged with heaven and earth at this moment, and his true energy flowed within him, gathering into a powerful force.

Instantly, he exuded a powerful aura, like a majestic mountain, inspiring awe and fear.

His gaze was unwavering, like a sharp blade, fixed directly on his opponent. There was not a trace of hesitation or fear in his eyes, only a thirst for victory and contempt for his enemy.

He moved with lightning speed, instantly charging into the enemy ranks.

His movements were swift and precise, like a cheetah that had been lying in wait, suddenly bursting forth with astonishing speed and power.

With the assistance of Mingyu Gong, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," transforming his palms into blades. A dazzling, almost blinding golden light emanated from his palms, resembling two peerless divine weapons condensed from pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, their sharpness fully revealed, radiating a chilling light that made people tremble.

His palm techniques contained boundless killing intent and power; each swing seemed capable of cutting through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Each time he swung his palm, it carried an overwhelming force, compressing the air into a visible wave that made a "whooshing" sound, and causing the ground to tremble slightly from the force of his palm strike.

His attacks were like a storm, leaving his opponents no chance to breathe and forcing them to passively await their fate of defeat.

Despite their superior martial arts skills, Wu Yi and Wu Yun gradually showed signs of defeat under Shi Feiyang's fierce offensive. Their defenses began to falter, their attacks became ineffective, and they began to appear powerless in the face of Shi Feiyang's storm-like onslaught; signs of defeat were already evident.

Wu Yi brandished his large, black fan, attempting to deflect Shi Feiyang's attacks. The fan in his hand was like a giant black feather fan, creating gusts of wind with each wave, which he tried to use to resist Shi Feiyang's storm-like onslaught.

He then unleashed the "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds" move, the fan shadows forming a black barrier that swept towards Shi Feiyang.

This move caused the fan shadows to trace eerie arcs in the air, seemingly capable of devouring everything and engulfing Shi Feiyang's attacks. However, Shi Feiyang's palm force was too powerful; the fan shadows were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly vulnerable before his power.

Shi Feiyang's palms were like two frost-covered blades, containing astonishing power. Each swing carried an overwhelming force, making Wu Yi's fan shadow difficult to resist.

Shi Feiyang shouted and thrust both palms forward with tremendous force, which, like a surging torrent, instantly broke through the fan shadows' obstruction. His palm force solidified as if it were a physical substance, forming visible streams of air that completely destroyed Wu Yi's defenses.

Wu Yi felt a powerful force rushing towards him, which he was unable to resist at all, and he was sent flying by this force.

He felt his body like sand being battered by a giant wave, flying uncontrollably backward and crashing heavily into a hard wall.

Pressing his advantage, Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together." In an instant, blade energy crisscrossed, seemingly tearing the heavens and earth apart. Amidst the flashing blades, Shi Feiyang's figure moved like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable.

A fierce wind howled, sand and stones flew, the sky darkened, and the entire council hall was shrouded in this powerful force.

Wu Yi was dazzled by the impact of the sword energy and could not make out Shi Feiyang's figure at all.

He could only rely on instinct to try his best to dodge those deadly blade energies.

With a "crack," Wu Chen, along with his fan, was struck by Shi Feiyang's cold and sharp blade energy.

His body was instantly severed in two, the remains flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, splattering blood and staining the surrounding area red. The scene was extremely gruesome and unbearable to witness.

Upon seeing this, Wu Yun was greatly alarmed. He already knew how formidable Shi Feiyang was, and dared not hold back in the slightest.

He channeled all his inner strength and unleashed the strongest move of the "Heavenly Blazing Palm," his palms crackling with fiery poison as he attacked Shi Feiyang.

His palm strike contained the power of blazing flames, as if it could burn everything.

Shi Feiyang dodged Wu Yun's attack with a swift movement.

At the same time, his right palm, like a golden rainbow, struck Wu Yun's chest with immense force.

Wu Yun was unable to dodge in time and was struck by Shi Feiyang's palm strike.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall, leaving a deep human-shaped dent.

Wu Yun slowly slid down, blood gushing from his wound, staining his clothes red.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair. He died instantly, but his eyes remained open in death.

Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," was surrounded by a surging aura, like a volcano about to erupt, with his inner strength surging through his meridians.

His eyes shone with a resolute light, as if they could see through all illusions.

(End of this chapter)