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

Chapter 261. On a snowy night, heroes vanquish the enemy, their chivalry shining brightly against the heavens.

Shi Feiyang watched as the dust slowly settled.

The massive stone slab completely buried Zhaxi Dunren and his followers beneath the trap.

There was no hint of triumph in Shi Feiyang's eyes, but rather an indescribable heaviness.

Inside the Gate of Life and Death, the stench of blood permeated the air as if it were a tangible substance, intertwining and weaving with the thick, choking dust, like an invisible net enveloping the entire space, making one want to vomit at the mere smell.

Shi Feiyang frowned deeply, as if two towering mountains were converging on his forehead.

He took a deep breath and activated his miraculous "Mingyu Skill".

In an instant, a faint halo appeared around him, like soft moonlight pouring down.

This internal energy, generated by the Mingyu Gong, spread rapidly through the narrow passage like a gentle breeze, gradually dispelling the unpleasant atmosphere wherever it went.

At the same time, the internal energy that Shi Feiyang had lost due to operating the mechanism was rapidly recovering under the nourishment of the Mingyu Gong.

Just as Shi Feiyang was secretly adjusting his breathing and immersing himself in the subtle state of internal energy circulation, a sudden burst of noisy footsteps came from the entrance of the Gate of Life and Death. The footsteps were sometimes heavy and sometimes light, hurried and chaotic, like a group of frightened wild beasts running wildly.

Immediately following was a series of angry curses, each sound breaking the brief tranquility within the Gate of Life and Death.

It turned out that Luo Rongzha, the leader of the "Wind and Thunder Sword Sect," and his disciples had been waiting anxiously outside the gate for a long time, but Zha Xidunren and the others never came out. Although they were afraid of the unknown dangers inside the Gate of Life and Death, the lure of their status in the martial arts world and the drive of their interests finally made them grit their teeth and decide to step into this mysterious and dangerous Gate of Life and Death to find out what was going on.

"Hmph, that Shi Feiyang is just showing off his power by relying on traps and mechanisms. If it comes to a real fight, he might not be a match for us. Once we go in, we will definitely tear him to pieces and rid the martial world of this scourge!" Wu Yun said viciously, his face contorted with rage.

However, his slightly trembling tone betrayed the unease deep within him.

At this moment, his eyes flickered uncertainly, like a trapped wild beast, wanting to fight back but also afraid of falling into a deeper predicament.

“What Chief Wu said makes some sense, but the Gate of Life and Death is unpredictable and has been the subject of many terrifying legends since ancient times. We must not be careless; it’s best to be cautious.” Luo Rongzadui gently stroked the precious sword in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting his solemn expression. Led by Wu Yun, the group cautiously stepped into the Gate of Life and Death.

As soon as they entered, the pungent smell of blood hit them like a heavy punch, slamming into their nostrils.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. Some bodies were mutilated, while others still had traces of blood on their wounds, making them appear particularly eerie and terrifying in the dim light.

Everyone was startled, and their faces showed fear.

Wu Yun slowly squatted down, stretched out his trembling hand, and carefully examined the wounds on the corpse.

His brows furrowed even more, and he said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, these people were all injured by extremely powerful traps. Judging from the appearance of these wounds, they could not have been caused by ordinary weapons. It seems that Shi Feiyang was prepared in advance and had laid down many deadly traps again in this Gate of Life and Death."

The eldest disciple of Luo Rongzha, Da Laozhima, had a fierce glint in his eyes. He sneered with a slight upturn of his lips, "So what? The swordsmanship of my Fenglei Sect has always been known for its sharpness and speed. How could we be afraid of his mere trap? Today, we will definitely let Shi Feiyang see the power of my Fenglei Sect!"

With that, he drew his sword from his waist with a "whoosh," the blade flashing coldly like a lightning bolt across the night sky, illuminating his slightly immature yet murderous face.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his arm trembling slightly, because his inner excitement and tension were intertwined and difficult to suppress.

Hearing the voices of the crowd from the shadows, Shi Feiyang became increasingly wary. Like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, he moved silently to the most secluded corner. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on the approaching group at the entrance. He thought to himself, "These people are in cahoots with Zhong Renwang, committing all sorts of evil deeds in the martial world. If we don't wipe them out today, they will become a major threat to the martial world in the future. I must use the mechanisms within this Gate of Life and Death to completely eliminate them and restore peace to the martial world."

Wu Yun walked at the very front of the group, his legs trembling slightly as if he were being shaken.

He was filled with remorse, regretting it so much he felt like his guts were turning green. He had thought that by seeking refuge with Zhong Renwang and the others, he could find protection, escape his previous predicament, and live a peaceful life from then on.

Little did he expect that stepping into this gate of life and death would still bring him endless shadows of death.

At this moment, every step he took felt like stepping on a blade; the excruciating pain and extreme fear almost suffocated him.

His forehead was covered in sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground, where it instantly froze into ice.

The group continued cautiously deeper into the Gate of Life and Death. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Suddenly, the entire ground shook violently, as if it were being violently shaken by an invisible giant hand from hell.

Caught off guard, everyone swayed and nearly fell to the ground. Some staggered back a few steps and crashed into the stone wall beside them with a dull thud; others reached out and grabbed at the air, trying to grab onto something to maintain their balance.

A terrified look swept across the surroundings, and there they saw sharp stone pillars slowly rising from the ground.

These stone pillars emerge from the ground slowly, yet with an unstoppable momentum.

They resembled demonic hands reaching out from hell, their tips gleaming with a chilling light, clearly coated with deadly poison. In the dim light, the shadows of the stone pillars were stretched long, like venomous snakes poised to strike at any moment.

The leader of the "Wind and Thunder Sect," Luo Rongza, turned deathly pale, his face instantly turning ashen.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with panic.

He was now beginning to realize how dangerous the mechanism was; if he were to be pierced by the poisoned stone pillar, he would surely die.

He hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice sharp with tension and fear: "Everyone, quickly use your lightness skills to avoid the stone pillars! Life and death hang by a thread, do not panic! This concerns our lives, everyone must do your best!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone unleashed their signature light-footed skills.

In an instant, figures flickered inside the Gate of Life and Death, leaping and bounding between the stone pillars like a group of monkeys struggling to survive on the cliff face.

Some people used the "Swallow Skimming the Water" technique, lightly skimming over the top of the stone pillar; others used the "Ladder to the Clouds" technique, leaping high like a floating cloud to avoid the stone pillars thrusting down from below.

However, the stone pillars seemed endless, and they rose at an increasingly rapid pace.

Before long, several disciples with weaker skills were unable to escape in the chaos.

Several shrill screams pierced the sky as the disciples were brutally impaled by the stone pillars.

The stone pillar pierced their bodies with ease, and blood flowed slowly down the pillar, dripping onto the ground and instantly staining it red.

Their faces still bore the marks of terror and pain, their bodies twitching slightly against the stone pillars, before they breathed their last.

"Shi Feiyang, you despicable villain! What kind of hero hides in the shadows? If you have the guts, come out and fight me fair and square!" Luo Rongzha roared angrily, his voice echoing in the narrow passage, filled with resentment and bitterness.

He wielded his sword with great force, the blade slicing through the air with a whooshing sound, attempting to shatter the approaching stone pillar.

However, the stone pillar was incredibly hard. When his sword struck it, it only sent up a few sparks, but the pillar remained completely still.

Shi Feiyang hid in the shadows, seemingly blending into the darkness, coldly observing everything.

Seeing everyone in such a sorry state, he snorted coldly and thought to himself, "These people usually follow Zhong Renwang and do all sorts of evil deeds. Today is the day they pay for their blood debts." With that thought, he activated the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" divine skill, and the internal energy in his body surged like a raging tide.

With his mental control, another mechanism inside the Gate of Life and Death was quietly activated.

In an instant, as if a venomous snake had awakened from its slumber, countless iron chains shot out from the walls of the passage.

The chains clanged against each other, making a rattling sound, as if playing a deathly symphony.

One end of the chain had a sharp hook that gleamed menacingly in the dim light as it hurtled toward the group.

Wu Yun didn't even have time to scream before his body was instantly shattered into pieces.

Luo Rongzha reacted extremely quickly. His eyes sharpened, and he wielded his longsword rapidly, the sword flashing like brilliant stars in the night sky.

Under his fierce swordsmanship, the iron chains that were shot at him were all cut off, and the broken chains fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

However, none of the others possessed his exceptional skills.

The iron chains, like nimble snakes, weaved freely through the crowd.

Many people were unable to dodge in time and were caught hard by the hooks.

Instantly, skin was torn open, blood splattered everywhere, and screams of agony echoed through the narrow passage.

"Ah!" A disciple's arm was hooked by the iron chain, and he screamed in agony as his face contorted in pain.

He struggled desperately with both hands, trying to break free from the hook's restraints, but only made the wounds tear wider, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Before long, he died a miserable death, his blood drained away, and his body became shriveled.

Seeing this, Darao Zhima, the eldest disciple of Luo Rongzha, was extremely anxious and hurriedly swung his iron sword at the iron chain.

However, the numerous chains formed an invisible net, enveloping everyone within them.

He had just cleaved one chain when several more iron chains came hurtling towards him.

Seeing this, Luo Rongzha knew the situation was critical. He took a deep breath and unleashed the essence of the "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique".

He turned around, his long sword flashing and swirling with incredible speed and precision.

In an instant, the surrounding chains were forced back several feet. However, the mechanism did not stop operating, and chains continued to shoot out. Gradually, Luo Rongzadui began to feel his strength waning, his forehead covered in sweat, and his breathing became rapid.

Shi Feiyang remained hidden in the shadows, like a ghost in the night, his eyes like torches, taking in the awkward situation of everyone in the passage.

Seeing that Luo Rong and his group were trapped in a desperate situation by the numerous traps, he felt a sense of satisfaction at the prospect of revenge, but he did not let his guard down for a moment. The struggles of the martial world are ever-changing; the slightest carelessness could lead to failure.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang focused his mind and energy, fully activating the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" divine skill, continuing to control the terrifying mechanism within the Gate of Life and Death.

In an instant, the ground seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and deep cracks suddenly appeared.

Acrid smoke billowed out from the gaps like a surging tide.

The smoke was strangely dark blue-black, carrying a nauseating stench, and quickly filled the entire passage.

Caught off guard, everyone inhaled the deadly smoke, and coughs erupted in unison, like a mournful dirge.

"Cough cough cough... What the hell is this?!" Luo Rong Zha Dui coughed violently as he brandished his sword, trying to dispel the suffocating smoke before him. His face was flushed red from coughing and anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was filled with terror and resentment.

However, his struggles seemed utterly futile in the face of the pervasive smoke. The smoke, as if alive, clung tightly to the group, relentlessly eroding their bodies.

As the eldest disciple of Luo Rongzadui, Dalai Zhima was also in a state of panic.

He suppressed his cough and vigorously wielded his iron sword, standing protectively in front of Luo Rongzadui, trying to create a temporary safe zone for his master.

But the smoke was everywhere, and soon it blurred his vision, and his movements gradually became slow and disordered.

"Master, we have to find a way to break out!" Dalai Zhima shouted in a hoarse voice, her voice filled with despair.

Luo Rongzha knew in his heart that the only option now was to fight to the death. He took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his lungs, and unleashed the killing move of the "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique." His figure moved like lightning, his sword shadows overlapping, and the sword energy crisscrossing, flashing with a cold light in the smoke.

However, this desperate attack only temporarily dispelled the smoke in front of them, but could not change their fate.

Just then, Shi Feiyang started the switch again.

The stone walls at the top of the passage slowly opened, revealing square openings. Then, countless sharp spikes poured down like a torrential rain.

The spikes slashed through the air with a sharp whistling sound as they hurtled straight toward the group.

"Watch out!" Dalaizhima exclaimed, instinctively pushing the pile of brocade aside.

But he couldn't dodge in time, and a sharp thorn pierced straight through his shoulder, instantly staining his clothes with blood.

Dalai Zima screamed and knelt on one knee, nearly dropping the iron sword in her hand.

Upon seeing this, Luo Rongzha was filled with immense grief.

He rushed to Lao Zhima's side without hesitation, brandishing his sword and trying to fend off the falling spikes.

"Zhima, hold on! Your master will definitely take you out!" he shouted hoarsely, his voice full of determination and reluctance.

However, fate did not favor this master and apprentice.

The spikes were as dense as raindrops, and the densely packed velvet, despite its best efforts, could not completely protect the two of them.

A sharp thorn pierced through his ribs, and he groaned, his body swaying a few times.

Then, several more sharp spikes pierced them.

Dalai Zima's body was pierced by several sharp spikes, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Rongzha gazed at his dead disciple, his grief and anger reaching their peak.

With his last ounce of strength, he brandished his sword and roared in the direction where Shi Feiyang had hidden, "Shi Feiyang, you will die a horrible death!"

Before he could finish speaking, a thick, sharp spike fell from the sky and pierced straight through his chest.

Luo Rongzha's body jolted violently, the sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and he slowly collapsed, gradually losing his breath in the smoke-filled and blood-soaked passage.

Outside the gates of life and death, the biting wind howled like countless sharp ice blades, whistling and cutting into people's faces.

The snow fell thick and fast, transforming the surrounding world into a desolate, silvery-white expanse.

Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, was currently hiding in that dark forest.

He had been crouching there for a long time, his legs feeling as if they were being frantically gnawed by thousands of ants, the numbness spreading from the soles of his feet all the way to his whole body, every muscle aching faintly.

Zhong Renwang was extremely anxious, his heart felt like it was being scorched by fire, but he was also wary of the unknown terror within the Gate of Life and Death and dared not act rashly.

He looked up and saw wave after wave of martial arts masters, each with their own thoughts, stepping into the sinister and terrifying Gate of Life and Death, which resembled the entrance to hell. Time flowed by like a gentle stream, passing quietly, yet the Gate of Life and Death, like a greedy beast, devoured those who entered, and none ever came out again.

Zhong Renwang felt a chill run down his spine as a cold shiver shot from his feet to his head.

However, as the leader of the gang, he knew that if he lost his composure at this moment, the morale of the troops would be thrown into chaos.

So he forced himself to remain calm and tried his best to maintain a composed demeanor.

After a long while, he pretended to pull up his trousers, his steps unsteady as if he were walking on cotton, and swayed as he walked out of the woods.

The Beggars' Sect elders Ding Hong, Wu Lie, Wu Ao, and Wu Yi, like loyal and unwavering guards, followed closely behind.

Their eyes were filled with vigilance and unease, like startled birds, constantly watching their surroundings.

Dugu Yan, the master of Mingjian Villa and a eunuch in the martial arts world, had a graceful figure, but could not hide her loneliness and desolation; Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Villa, looked bored, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

The two of them followed slowly behind the group.

As Zhong Renwang walked, he casually fastened his belt and asked in a relaxed manner, "Where did Wu Yun and the others go? And where is Sect Leader Zhaxi?"

His voice seemed steady, but it was like an undercurrent surging beneath a calm lake, carrying a faint, imperceptible tremor.

Zaxi Banfeng, the leader of the "Seven Fiends Palm," looked somber and sad, his eyes filled with grief.
His voice trembled with grief as he slowly said, "Chief Zhong, quite some time has passed since they stepped into the Gate of Life and Death, yet they haven't emerged. In my humble opinion, their fate is likely grim!"

His words struck like a heavy hammer, making the already oppressive atmosphere even more oppressive, like a heavy boulder pressing down on everyone, making it hard for them to breathe.

To conceal his inner cowardice, Zhong Renwang's expression instantly changed. Feigning indignation, he widened his eyes like copper bells and shouted, "Hmph! Those scoundrels Wu Yun, Wu Dang, and Wu Hui must have been bribed by Shi Feiyang with a large sum of money! Otherwise, how could they, who are all familiar with the Gate of Life and Death, disappear without a trace? Enough, enough, attacking Old Wolf Village is probably hopeless. Let's go to Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman tribe, and turn the world upside down. We must force Shi Feiyang out!"

After saying that, he stomped his foot heavily, venting all the pent-up frustration in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Zaxi Banfeng sighed deeply, a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, filled with endless helplessness and determination, and said, "Only in this way can we avenge the grudges of the Zaxi sect leaders."

Thus, a large number of martial arts masters, including Zaxi Banfeng, the leader of the Seven Fiends Sect, his disciples, Dorjema Ye, the leader of the Blood-Transforming Blade Sect, his disciples, and Li Wuduo, the Poisonous Hand Nuwa, had no choice but to follow Zhong Renwang and the others toward Wulang City, despite their reluctance.

Their figures faded into the vast snowfield, leaving behind a trail of messy footprints that silently testified to the helplessness and resentment of their defeat. At that moment, Shi Feiyang concealed himself within the Gate of Life and Death, seemingly becoming one with the darkness.

He witnessed the deaths of Luo Rongzha and Da Laozhima without feeling any pity.

In his view, these people usually committed all sorts of evil deeds in the underworld, and their current predicament was nothing more than their own fault and deserved their punishment.

After overhearing Zhong Renwang and the others' secret discussion, he moved with the agility of a cheetah, flashing out silently from the Gate of Life and Death. His movements were light and swift, like a gentle breeze, without making a sound.

Meanwhile, the heroes of Xiong Ying, who were hiding in a nearby cave, also overheard Zhong Renwang and the others' conversation.

They were extremely anxious, like ants on a hot pan, and filed out of the cave one after another.

As soon as everyone saw Shi Feiyang appear, it was as if they had seen a ray of light in the darkness, and they immediately surrounded him.

The crowd's eyes were filled with worry and concern. They spoke frankly, expressing their deep concern for Wulang City and for the women, including Lady Shi, Yili, Gong Simeng, Baizhi, Liu Guihua, and Lin Wanqing.

In an instant, voices rose and fell, like a surging tide echoing through the icy and snowy landscape.

The biting wind howled like a roaring beast, rampaging across the icy landscape.

The snow fell thick and fast, transforming the world into a silent, silvery-white expanse.

Shi Feiyang stood tall and straight in the snow, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his expression as solemn as a majestic mountain peak. His gaze was like two blazing flames, fixed on "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, his eyes revealing an unwavering determination and trust.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and slowly spoke, his voice like a resounding bell, echoing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, exuding a reassuring majesty: "Xie Wen, among all the heroes of Xiong Ying, when it comes to the unparalleled skill of lightness, no one in the martial world can surpass you. Currently, Zhong Renwang and his wicked followers harbor ill intentions, attempting to disrupt the situation in Wulang City, causing widespread suffering. The situation is critical, like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released. You must set off immediately and unleash your unparalleled skill..." "Use the 'Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique' to reach Wulang City at top speed, before those villains. Upon meeting Khan Elizabeth, be sure to report to her in detail the sinister plot of Zhong Renwang and his men. Instruct the Khan to quickly mobilize troops and establish a tight defense, lest the Naiman tribe be plunged into endless chaos and war. Tell the Khan that I, Shi Feiyang, will arrive soon, and will join hands with her to protect the peace of this people and safeguard the world."

Shi Feiyang's words not only demonstrate his accurate insight into the situation but also his deep love for his country and people, showcasing his magnanimous spirit and broad vision.

Upon hearing this, Xie Wen's eyes flashed with a resolute glint, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

He immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute, his posture agile, and said loudly, "Master, please rest assured, I will do my utmost to fulfill my mission!"

After saying that, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, just like a dragonfly skimming the water, and his whole body rose into the air like a wisp of smoke.

With a swift turn, his figure moved with the lightness and grace of a willow catkin gently stirred by a spring breeze, drifting aimlessly through the air, utterly detached from worldly concerns. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the vast expanse of heaven and earth, disappearing without a trace, leaving not even a lingering image.

The heroes of Xiong Ying all looked up, their eyes fixed on the direction Xie Wen had disappeared in, their faces filled with shock.

The crowd whispered among themselves, their words filled with admiration for Xie Wen's lightness skill.

"The 'Flying Eagle Detective's' lightness skill is truly divine and rare in the world! Such wonderful movement is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and even birds soaring in the sky would find it difficult to match." "Yes, such lightness skill is something we have never seen before in our lives, and it is truly breathtaking."

The voices of the crowd echoed through the snow-covered landscape, like a stirring hymn.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression softening a bit, and then turned to look at Liao Pei.

His gaze was full of concern, like the warm spring sun shining on Liao Pei: "Elder Liao, my brothers and sisters have been away from home for a long time, and their families are longing for them day and night. Now that the end of the year is approaching, a time for family reunion, I wish you all to return to Jiangnan first, to enjoy the joy of family life with your loved ones, and to spend a good and warm Spring Festival. Next spring, when all things revive, we will overcome all obstacles together and head to Bozhou to quell the rebellion. For the sake of justice in the martial world, for the sake of all living beings, we must completely wipe out that rebellion and restore a bright and clear world."

Shi Feiyang's words revealed both his deep affection for his brothers and sisters and his heroic ambition to lead the heroes and pacify the world.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lingling was overjoyed, as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness.

She already missed her son at home dearly, and now she could hardly contain her excitement.

Her eyes shone brightly, like twinkling stars in the night sky. She clenched her fist and raised it high, shouting, "The Grand Master is wise! With the mighty Cherry Blossom raised high, we are invincible! Unifying the martial world, for a thousand autumns and ten thousand years!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, carrying far and wide in the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

Liao Pei wanted to say something more, but at this moment, everyone was infected by Xiao Lingling's shouts, as if they were being drawn by an invisible force.

They all clenched their fists and raised them high, shouting, "Our Grand Master is wise! With our mighty swords raised high, we are invincible! We will unify the martial world and reign for eternity!"

(End of this chapter)