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

Chapter 262. A Heroine Bravely Protects Wulang City, and the Villainous Bandits Are Annihilated on a Snowy Night.

In an instant, the shouts were deafening, like rolling thunder, echoing endlessly through the valley. These passionate shouts possessed boundless power, dispelling the chill of the icy landscape and filling the world with fervor and heroism.

Seeing the high morale of the crowd, Shi Feiyang was very pleased. A confident and gratified smile slowly appeared on his face, a smile like the warm spring sun, dispelling the gloom in everyone's hearts.

He began, "After I rush to Wulang City and kill Zhong Renwang and the other wicked scoundrels, I will immediately return to Jiangnan to celebrate the New Year with all my brothers and sisters. At that time, we will definitely drink to our hearts' content and not stop until we are drunk."

His words were firm and powerful, full of expectations for the future, and also demonstrated his heroic spirit as a leader of heroes.

After saying that, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and his aura began to circulate rapidly, like a surging tide.

In an instant, he unleashed his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill.

With a flash, he resembled a dazzling white beam of light, instantly piercing the sky and rapidly merging into the vast air, flying towards the direction of Wulang City at breakneck speed.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the depths of everyone's sight, leaving only a vast expanse of white snow and the expectant and hopeful gazes of the heroes. Their hearts were filled with hope for the future, and they firmly believed that Shi Feiyang would return in triumph.

At this moment, the biting cold wind was like a herd of wild horses running rampant between heaven and earth, or like countless sharp blades whistling past, leaving invisible but piercing wounds wherever it passed.

The snowflakes, like a group of crazy and disorderly dancers, fluttered and twirled in the air. They intertwined and collided, completely enveloping the world in a pure and cold silver-clad world.

The vast grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, appearing even more desolate and empty under the blanket of ice and snow.

The yurts stand like scattered chess pieces, far apart from each other, each standing alone on the vast grassland, like an isolated island forgotten by the world.

Although the grasslands are vast and boundless, they are sparsely populated with very few people.

These yurts were half-hidden by thick snow, with only their sharp tops showing, making them appear even more mysterious in this vast and silent world.

The night deepened, like a vast and heavy black silk ribbon slowly and silently covering the land, shrouding the entire world in darkness. Under the gentle caress of the cool moonlight, the snow shimmered with a faint silver light, like a winding silver road quietly spreading across the earth.

Driven by endless greed and profit, Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, was like a cunning and fierce wolf, his eyes gleaming with greed, leading the Beggars' Sect elders Ding Hong, Wu Lie, Wu Ao, and Wu Fu.

Ding Hong was tall and strong, like a towering mountain.

Wu Lie's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, his eyes revealing a fierce and ruthless nature.

Wu Ao's face was covered in thick, fleshy muscles, and a ferocious aura emanated from every pore of his body, making him awe-inspiring. Wu Fu's body was thin and bony, but he was like a sharp dagger hidden in the depths of darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any critical moment, and he exuded a cold aura.

Accompanying them was Dugu Yan, the master of Mingjian Villa and a Jianghu eunuch.

He held a famous sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like a twinkling star in the night sky, reflecting on his stern and weathered face.

His every move exudes a feminine charm; neither male nor female, even his gait now resembles that of the eunuchs in the imperial palace.

Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Manor, is young, vigorous, and full of energy. However, his eyes reveal a sense of unruliness and arrogance. However, he has lost both ears and has been fitted with an iron hand, making him appear somewhat mechanical.

The leader of the "Seven Fiends Sect," Zaxi Banfeng, and his disciples all had dark, gloomy faces and exuded a chilling aura.

The "Blood-Transforming Blade" sect leader, Dorjema Ye, and his disciples all had palms that resembled blades soaked in blood. Under the moonlight, they shimmered with an eerie and bewitching light, a light that contained endless evil power, sending chills down one's spine.

Li Wuduo, nicknamed "Poisonous Hand Nuwa," has a graceful figure, like a flower swaying in the wind. However, she exudes a bewitching and sinister aura, like a venomous snake hiding in a flower bush, making people afraid to approach her easily.

This large group of martial arts masters all displayed their superb lightness skills.

In an instant, figures flashed across the sky and earth. Their movements were as fast as lightning. In this world of ice and snow, they were like a flock of birds flying through the clouds and mist, rushing towards Wulang City.

Their figures, silhouetted against the snow and moonlight, appeared exceptionally ghostly and mysterious. However, despite their remarkable lightness skills and swift movements like shooting stars, they were still far behind the latecomer, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen.

Xie Wen unleashed his "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill," his movements light and graceful, like a wisp of smoke blown by the wind, drifting leisurely between heaven and earth at an astonishing speed.

He had long since disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving Zhong Renwang and the others to chase after him with all their might, but they could never catch up with him.

At this moment, the palace of Wulang City seemed to be shrouded in a veil of tranquility. The lights were dim, and the faint light flickered uncertainly in the deep night, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Most of the people in the city were already immersed in sweet dreams, their snores rising and falling, telling of the peace of the night.

However, on this quiet night, the five Madam Shis—Ellie, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua—received a thunderous and urgent message from Xie Wen.

Upon hearing the news, Ellie's originally beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if a touch of sorrow had been added to the misty mountains of spring.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating the decision in her heart.

Without hesitation, she waved her hand and ordered the guards to set up defenses immediately in an unquestionable tone.

The sound was clear yet powerful, like the grand tolling of a great bell, echoing through the silent palace.

Then, she turned her gaze to Xie Wen and said softly, "Master Xie, please use your wondrous 'Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill' again to investigate the whereabouts and speed of Zhong Renwang and the others from the air. Do not slack off in the slightest."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wen nodded slightly, then his figure flashed and he drifted away like a wisp of smoke.

Immediately afterwards, Elizabeth began to deploy her troops in an orderly manner. She looked at Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi with eyes full of trust and said, "Sister Gong, Sister Bai, you two lead the White Tiger to guard the city. You must guard the city gates strictly and not let the enemy set foot in the city even half a step."

Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi exchanged a glance, nodded firmly, and left to carry out their orders. Meanwhile, Yi Li, along with Madam Lin Wanqing and Madam Liu Guihua, displayed their graceful lightness skills. Their movements were as lithe as a group of ethereal fairies dancing under the moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, they flew out of the castle, heading towards the impending crisis.

At midnight, it was as if an invisible hand from the deepest abyss had pressed the pause button on the world.

The raging wind suddenly stopped, and the howling stopped abruptly, as if it had never happened.

The snowflakes, which were flying everywhere, gradually stopped their joyful pace and slowly drifted down, covering the world with an even thicker layer of silver.

The entire world fell into a chilling silence, awaiting the arrival of a storm.

Zhong Renwang and his companions sped through the deathly still night sky, panting as they flew over Wulang City.

Looking down, they saw that Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng, leading more than 10,000 soldiers, were already in full battle array below the city.

The soldiers' longswords were already drawn, their cold light flashing and intertwining, resembling a chilling and deadly sea of ​​blades, exuding a terrifying aura under the moonlight. The powerful bows were also nocked, their arrowheads gleaming sharply and deadly in the cold moonlight, ready to transform into deadly meteors at any moment, tearing apart the enemy's body.

Beside Gong Simeng, the white tiger stood majestically with its head held high, like a towering mountain.

Its eyes were wide open, like two gleaming bronze bells, exuding a chilling aura of royalty.

The aura spread out as if it were a tangible substance, causing Zhong Renwang and the others to feel an invisible pressure even in mid-air.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Renwang inwardly groaned, feeling as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.

He couldn't help but sigh deeply, his voice filled with helplessness and resentment: "What kind of unexpected turn of events is this? How could Iri have foreseen our arrival? I, Zhong Renwang, have roamed the martial world for decades, weathering countless storms, yet I am always no match for Shi Feiyang and his wives and concubines! Alas! All my recent painstaking cultivation of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, practicing day and night, expending so much effort, is in vain, yet I still cannot contend with them. This world is truly unfair!"

After saying that, a ferocious resentment and anger flashed in his eyes, his gaze like that of a wounded beast, ready to launch a frenzied counterattack at any moment.

Because he was wary of the white tiger's ferocity and majesty, Zhong Renwang dared not rashly enter the castle.

He hurriedly waved his hand, the movement resembling a frantically flapping bird's wings.

Leading a group of villains, he turned around and, like a frightened bird, landed outside the castle.

However, just as they floated down, they saw three beautiful young women, Lin Wanqing, Yi Li, and Liu Guihua, dressed in long white dresses, standing gracefully before them like three fairies descended from heaven.

Their figures blended seamlessly with the pristine white snow, making them appear even more graceful, elegant, and beautiful.

Lin Wanqing smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes sparkling. Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, delicate and charming, making one forget the mundane world upon seeing her.

Ellie's expression was solemn, her eyes revealing a firmness and majesty, like the North Star in the cold night, displaying the demeanor of the Great Khan of the Naiman tribe, inspiring awe in everyone.

Liu Guihua, on the other hand, is heroic and spirited, exuding a bold and forthright air in every gesture, and radiating an admirable charm.

The three beautiful young women, set against the backdrop of the snow-covered landscape, resembled a stunning painting, yet they also exuded an aura that commanded respect.

They stood there quietly, like three majestic mountain peaks, blocking Zhong Renwang and the others' way.

As Zhong Renwang and the others looked at the three beautiful women before them, a strange fear welled up in their hearts.

Zaxi Banfeng, the leader of the "Seven Fiends Sect," is known for his greed, lust, and immoral conduct.

At this moment, seeing the three beautiful young women, Yili, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, standing gracefully like celestial beings descended to earth, a strange light, a mixture of greed and lust, flashed in his eyes, like a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the dark night.

He threw his head back and let out a wild laugh, sharp and piercing, echoing wildly in the quiet, cold snowy night, shattering the original tranquility: "Hahahaha! Heaven has spared me! Tonight, three beautiful women are waiting for me here. It seems I am quite fortunate to have such lovely ladies!"

The laughter sounded like the hooting of an owl, sending chills down one's spine.

After saying that, he kicked off the ground with both legs, causing the snow on the ground to scatter and fly everywhere.

He was like a black lightning bolt, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, rushing towards Ellie.

In mid-air, he immediately unleashed the insidious and ruthless "Seven Fiends Palm".

His palms moved rapidly, creating a thick, inky black gale. The palm shadows overlapped, like a surging black tide, rushing towards Ellie with a fierce momentum, as if he wanted to instantly sweep Ellie into an endless abyss of darkness and devour her alive.

Upon seeing this, Ellie's beautiful eyes widened instantly, like two dazzling stars glaring angrily in the cold night.

She let out a sharp cry, her voice as clear as a nightingale's song, crisp yet brimming with boundless rage: "You despicable, vile scoundrel, spewing filth and blasphemy! Today, I'll chop off your claws and show you that justice is inviolable and the might of Heaven is unassailable!"

That sharp cry was like a thunderclap, exploding in the icy snow.

Before she finished speaking, her longsword was already drawn, its blade gleaming with a cold, frosty light, like a streak of cold light flashing across the night sky.

Ellie unleashed the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique," her movements agile and graceful, like a cloud swaying in a raging wind yet remaining steadfast, dancing gracefully amidst the icy snow.

She thrust her sword at Zaxi Banfeng, who was lunging at her from mid-air. In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, like the misty clouds that filled the mountains at dawn, gentle yet concealing deadly intent, instantly enveloping Zaxi Banfeng.

The two were instantly engulfed in a breathtaking battle. Sword shadows and palm shadows intertwined like light and shadow, rapidly colliding in the air and emitting a series of intense clanging sounds, like dense drumbeats. Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the dim snowy night.

The leader of the "Blood-Transforming Blade," Dorjema Ye, fixed his gaze on the gentle and elegant Lin Wanqing like a hungry wolf. His eyes revealed a strange light, a mixture of greed and covetousness, like a wild beast that had spotted its prey in the darkness.

A sudden thought struck him, and a surge of killing intent welled up within him. He too leaped into the air.

Its form darted through the air like a ghost, resembling a wisp of black smoke swaying in the wind, elusive and hard to grasp.

He unleashed the chilling "Blood-Transforming Blade Technique" mid-air, using his palms as blades. His hands appeared to be soaked in thick blood, turning a deep crimson and emanating a nauseatingly eerie aura.

With a sudden wave of his hand, his attack abruptly changed, transforming from a palm into claws. Accompanied by a strong, pungent stench, these claws, like a pair of incredibly sharp hooks, reached for Lin Wanqing. Wherever the claws struck, the air was torn apart, hissing as they struck.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanqing snorted coldly. Her originally gentle and charming face instantly turned as cold and stern, like a frozen lake in the dead of winter, radiating a chilling aura. She gripped the long sword in her hand tightly, the blade trembling slightly, as if gathering strength.

Immediately afterwards, she unleashed the "Longevity Sword Technique," the sword dancing like a dazzling silver rainbow, tracing a beautiful yet deadly arc across the icy landscape. Each thrust of her sword carried a dynamic yet resilient energy, like a gentle mountain stream that could wear down stone with its persistent dripping, relentlessly aimed at Dorjemaye's vitals.

In an instant, the air around the two seemed to be violently stirred by a pair of invisible giant hands. Snowflakes in mid-air were shattered and turned into clumps of crystal-clear mist, shimmering with an eerie light under the moonlight.

Seeing that his two men had already made their move, Zhong Renwang was overjoyed, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

He then roared, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout the heavens and earth: "Everyone, attack together! Today we will surely kill all of Shi Feiyang's wives and concubines, and let him taste the excruciating pain of losing his loved ones!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making everyone's ears ring.

The newly appointed elders of the Beggars' Sect, Wu Lie, Wu Ao, and Wu Fu, along with a large number of martial arts masters, including disciples of the Seven Fiends Sect, disciples of the Blood-Transforming Blade Sect, and "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo, did not know much about Zhong Renwang. They only thought that what he said was very true. For the sake of so-called "righteousness of the martial world" or the temptation of profit, they acted upon his orders.

Everyone leaped up, like a pack of hungry, ferocious wolves, and pounced on Liu Guihua.

Their shadows, stretched long in the cold moonlight, looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

The weapons in their hands gleamed with a cold, chilling light, like scythes from hell, ready to engulf Liu Guihua in an instant amidst the flashing blades. Liu Guihua, however, showed no fear. Her eyebrows were raised sharply, like two sharp willow-leaf blades, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

She gripped the serpent whip tightly in her hand. The whip seemed to have a life of its own, dancing nimbly in her hand and making a rustling sound.

Liu Guihua unleashed her Serpent Whip Technique, the whip flashing like a group of agile serpents weaving and slithering through the air.

Each crack of the whip brought forth a whistling sound, as if a sharp blade were slicing through the sky, striking at the onrushing villain.

In an instant, the sounds of whips clashing with weapons filled the air, like dense raindrops pounding on tiles, sparks flying and illuminating the surrounding snow-covered ground. At this moment, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen unleashed his "Flying Smoke Technique," his figure rising into the air like a wisp of smoke, his movements light and agile, as if a feather were gently lifted by a breeze.

The silkworm net in his hand resembled a giant white flower blooming in the night sky, which he swiftly hurled towards the three disciples of the "Seven Fiends Sect".

The three disciples were caught off guard and only saw a flash of white light before they were instantly enveloped in the Heavenly Silkworm Net.

Xie Wen pulled hard, his thick arm muscles tensed, veins bulging, suspending them in mid-air.

Then, with a sudden jerk, as if swinging a thick rope, he threw the three disciples onto the white tiger's body on the city wall.

Upon seeing this, the white tiger's originally lazy gaze instantly turned as sharp as an eagle's.

It roared, its sound shaking the surrounding area like a thunderclap on flat ground, causing the snow on the ground to fall in a flurry.

It leaped into the air, its movements as swift as lightning, and instantly pounced on the three disciples. Its gaping maw opened wide, its sharp fangs gleaming with a chilling light, like two razor-sharp daggers, and it instantly bit into one of the disciples' arms.

With a powerful flick of the white tiger, the disciple's arm was torn off, and blood splattered out like a fountain, leaving streaks in the air.

The other two disciples were terrified, their faces ashen, their bodies trembling. They struggled desperately, but like trapped beasts in a quagmire, they could not escape the white tiger's claws. The white tiger launched another frenzied attack, and in no time, the three disciples were reduced to mangled remains, their limbs scattered on the ground, blood gushing out and quickly staining the surrounding snow red.

In this pure white world, that patch of crimson stood out starkly.

Zhong Renwang was always cunning and treacherous. When he saw "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen appear like a ghost, his heart tightened, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart, and he felt panicked and confused.

He was well aware of the situation in the martial arts world and knew that Xie Wen often accompanied Shi Feiyang, as if they were inseparable.

Now that Xie Wen has appeared here, Shi Feiyang must be very close.

Thinking of this, a chill shot from the soles of my feet straight to my head and instantly spread throughout my body.

He had no time to think; like a startled hare, he quietly crouched down on the ground, his movements swift and silent.

Ding Hong, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan and the others were all shocked when they saw Zhong Renwang's actions.

Although they didn't know what was going on, seeing Zhong Renwang so flustered, they guessed that something must have happened.

So everyone quickly followed suit and lay down in the snow.

The snow was icy cold, and the chill seeped through their clothes and into their skin, but at that moment, no one cared about that.

They frantically reached out and dug into the snow, their hands moving rapidly through the snow as if searching for some precious treasure.

Before long, with everyone's efforts, each person had dug a snow pit.

Like startled mice, everyone quickly jumped into the snow pit, then peered out, their eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at Wu Lie, Wu Ao, Wu Fu, the "Seven Fiends Sect" leader Zaxi Banfeng and his disciples, the "Blood Transformation Blade" leader Duojima Ye and his disciples, "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo, and a large group of other martial arts masters who were fighting with Yili and the others. They secretly plotted their next move, and each person's eyes flickered with complex emotions, including fear, hesitation, and resentment.

Since taking Xu Fu's elixir, Yi Li's internal energy has been like a surging river, flowing endlessly and greatly increasing. Her martial arts skills have also improved by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, her battle with Zaxi Banfeng had entered a fierce stage.

She brandished her long sword, her swordsmanship becoming increasingly fierce, like a raging storm, chilling to the bone.

She wielded the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" to its fullest extent, with every move and stance containing endless variations.

The sword moves were like the clouds and mist that permeated the mountains, ethereal and unpredictable, making it difficult to grasp their trajectory.

Despite his fierce swordsmanship against Yili, Zaxi Banfeng fought hard to defend himself, his "Seven Fiend Palms" flying around in a tight and impenetrable manner in an attempt to resist Yili's attack. However, under Yili's powerful offensive, he gradually lost ground.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes revealed a hint of panic and fear.

At that moment, Ellie seized the opportunity and shouted, her voice as sweet as a nightingale's song yet carrying immense authority: "You scoundrel, prepare to die!"

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a move called "Swimming Clouds" with her longsword.

In an instant, sword shadows appeared one after another, like rolling clouds of mist, instantly enveloping Zaxi Banfeng.

Zaxi Banfeng felt a white blur before his eyes, unable to see anything, as if he were in a chaotic world, and he was greatly alarmed.

He frantically waved his hands, trying to dispel the sword shadows before him, but all his efforts were in vain.

Before he could react, Ellie's longsword pierced his chest like lightning.

The longsword pierced the flesh with a muffled "thud," like a sharp blade slicing through a ripe watermelon.

Zaxi Banfeng's eyes widened in terror and resentment. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which gushed out like a fountain, drawing a crimson arc in the air.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long trail of blood on the snow.

After crashing heavily onto the snow, his body twitched slightly a few times before he breathed his last, his eyes still wide open, telling of his resentment and regret. The surrounding snow was stained red with his blood; against the backdrop of the white snow, the crimson stain was particularly glaring, like a tragic and shocking painting.

Lin Wanqing, who had also consumed Xu Fu's elixir, was locked in a fierce and stalemate with Dorje Ma Ye, the leader of the "Blood Transformation Blade."

Lin Wanqing's "Longevity Sword Technique" has always been based on the principle of overcoming strength with softness. Her sword moves are like a babbling brook in the mountains, seemingly gentle and soothing, without any sharpness, but containing a powerful internal force that is continuous and inexhaustible.

Her longsword danced in her hand, each thrust as gentle as a spring breeze, the blade tracing graceful arcs in the air. Yet, beneath this seemingly gentle swordplay lay a surging power, capable of unleashing astonishing force upon contact with her opponent.

Dorjema Yeh's "Blood Transformation Blade Technique" is known for its fierce and domineering nature. Its blade technique is sharp, and every slash brings a bloody wind. The flashing blade shadows seem to be able to cut through the air.

However, under Lin Wanqing's ingenious "Longevity Sword Technique," it gradually lost its original power.

Dorjema felt that every attack he made was like a stone sinking into the sea, easily neutralized by Lin Wanqing, while Lin Wanqing's counterattacks were relentless, making them impossible for him to defend against. His forehead gradually became covered with sweat, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the confidence and ferocity in his eyes were gradually replaced by panic and fear.

Lin Wanqing's eyes were sharp, and she keenly noticed a slight flaw in Dorjema Ye's moves.

She immediately raised an eyebrow, a resolute glint in her eyes, and with a slight twist of her wrist, unleashed the killing move "Eternal Life" from the "Eternal Life Sword Technique".

In an instant, the longsword in her hand moved like a nimble serpent, slithering through the air before striking Dorjemaye's throat with lightning speed. Dorjemaye was terrified and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

He felt a sharp pain in his throat as Lin Wanqing's longsword pierced it precisely.

Dorjemaye's eyes widened in terror and resentment. He instinctively covered his throat with both hands, but blood gushed out from between his fingers like a spring, flowing down his arm.

His body swayed and slowly collapsed, his eyes filled with fear of death and resentment at his defeat in his final moments. Meanwhile, Liu Guihua, also benefiting from Xu Fu's elixir, faced the frenzied attack of numerous villains without fear, like a resilient rose standing tall in a storm. She wielded the spirit snake whip with unparalleled skill.

The serpent whip seemed to come alive, dancing wildly in the air, its shadows overlapping, and wherever it went, the villains were struck.

Those disciples of the "Seven Fiends Sect" and the "Blood Transformation Blade" were either killed or injured under her fierce whip techniques.

A disciple of the Seven Fiends Sect was struck by the tip of a whip, his arm instantly torn open, revealing the white bone beneath. He screamed in agony and collapsed onto the snow, writhing in pain.

Another disciple of the "Blood-Transforming Blade" attempted to ambush Liu Guihua, but she struck him in the chest with a whip, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string. He spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily to the ground, lifeless.

Seeing the situation was extremely unfavorable for them, Wu Lie, Wu Ao, and Wu Heng were frightened. After exchanging glances, they tried to escape in the chaos. Liu Guihua, however, would not let them get away so easily. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she shouted, "Trying to run? Not so easy! None of you will leave here alive today!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung the serpent whip in his hand, and the tip of the whip, like a black lightning bolt, instantly ripped through the sky and wrapped around Wu Lie's neck.

Liu Guihua pulled hard, her arm muscles tensing, and Wu Lie was pulled so that his feet left the ground and he flew up.

Liu Guihua kicked Wu Lie, sending him hurtling towards Wu Ao and Wu Fu like a cannonball.

The three of them collided with a loud bang, fell to the ground, and looked utterly disheveled.

Liu Guihua strode forward, her serpent whip raining down like raindrops. Each lash carried immense power, striking the three men and instantly tearing their skin and causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The three lay on the ground, screaming in agony, barely clinging to life, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Wuduo, the "poisonous hand Nuwa," was as frightened as a startled rabbit.

She knew she was no match for Ellie and the others, and that staying would only lead to her death.

So she gritted her teeth, turned around, and tried to run away.

Elizabeth reacted quickly and realized Li Wuduo's intentions.

She snorted coldly, and with a flick of her longsword, a sharp sword aura shot out instantly, like an invisible blade, striking Li Wuduo squarely in the back.

Li Wuduo screamed and fell forward to the ground.

Her back was covered in blood, staining a large portion of her clothes red.

Despite the excruciating pain, she braced herself with her hands on the ground, struggled to her feet, and continued to flee into the darkness.

In the end, her figure disappeared into the vast snowy night, leaving behind only a mess and corpses scattered on the ground.

On the snow, blood mingled with the white snow, creating a bizarre and tragic scene that told the story of this harrowing battle.

(End of this chapter)