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

Chapter 263. Shi Feiyang's decisive battle against the demons, the beauties' hearts are bound by love.

The biting wind, like a herd of untamed beasts, roared wildly across the land, carrying a chilling cold that seemed intent on dragging everything into an endless abyss of ice. Snowflakes, like dancing sprites, swirled and danced across the vast grassland, transforming the earth into a desolate, silvery-white landscape.

Outside Wulang City, the situation was as tense as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Everyone's fate was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the edge of life and death.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, carrying his young pageboy Shi Xiong, gracefully descended from the sky.

His figure was light yet imbued with an indescribable majesty, like a feather lifted by a raging wind yet remaining serene, standing out conspicuously in this icy and snowy landscape.

Her long hair danced wildly in the wind, her clothes fluttering, making her look like a celestial being descended to earth, exuding an aura of awe.

Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, Ding Hong, and others were secretly observing the situation in the snow pit, still harboring a sliver of hope.

But when they caught a glimpse of Shi Feiyang's figure, which looked like a god descending from heaven, they were terrified.

Zhong Renwang's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and panic, as if he had seen a demon from hell; his lips trembled slightly, he wanted to speak but could not, his throat was tightly gripped by fear, and he could only let out a few weak sobs.

Xie Zhichuan, young and impetuous, still harbored resentment and stubbornness, but facing Shi Feiyang, that sharpness vanished instantly, leaving him limp like a wilted eggplant. Dugu Yan, as the master of the Famous Sword Manor, usually exuded power and prestige, but now, this Jianghu eunuch was terrified, his face paling, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his famous sword nearly falling from his hand.

Ding Hong, a burly man who was usually fearless, now cowered in the snow pit like a frightened wild beast, barely daring to breathe. They had dared to provoke Shi Feiyang, thinking they had fooled many highly skilled martial artists, which gave them confidence. However, they hadn't expected that Shi Feiyang would annihilate all those so-called experts simply by using the mechanisms of Old Wolf Stronghold.

The thought sent a chill down their spines, as if they were in an ice cellar.

The biting wind, sharp as a knife, howled wildly across the vast expanse of heaven and earth, mercilessly sweeping across every inch of land, as if to drag everything in the world into that endless, icy abyss.

The swirling snowflakes resembled a group of frenzied dancers, freely displaying their agility and unbridled spirit in this vast world, falling in a flurry and swirling motion, adorning the entire earth with a silvery-white, deathly stillness.

Outside Wulang City, the situation had reached an extreme tension, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment. The fate of everyone was like a candle flickering in the biting cold wind, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The three ladies, Yi Li, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, had just experienced a thrilling and brutal battle.

Their hair flew wildly in disarray, their clothes were stained with blood, and they were exhausted both physically and mentally.

However, in this moment of despair amidst the freezing snow, when their weary eyes caught sight of Shi Feiyang's familiar and imposing figure, their eyes instantly shone with excitement, like stars suddenly twinkling in the cold night, rekindling the flame of hope.

Ellie's cheeks flushed with excitement, a captivating blush resembling the delicate beauty of peach blossoms in spring.

Her eyes were full of affection and dependence.

In this icy world, Shi Feiyang was undoubtedly the only harbor that could give her warmth and support. She bit her lower lip slightly, tears glistening in her eyes, gazing at Shi Feiyang with deep affection, her gaze seeming to speak a thousand words.

Lin Wanqing's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and tender smile, just like a flower blooming in spring, beautiful and charming.

Her eyes were filled with endless trust and love as she quietly looked at Shi Feiyang, her smile seemingly able to dispel all the gloom in the world.

Liu Guihua, on the other hand, looked hearty and cheerful, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as if she were loudly proclaiming, "Our boss is here! Now we finally have someone to rely on. Let's see how long these scoundrels can keep jumping around!"

Her face radiated confidence and joy, and all her fatigue seemed to vanish in that moment.

The three of them put away their blood-stained weapons and ran towards Shi Feiyang with slightly unsteady steps but with great urgency.

Their eager expressions resembled those of lovers reunited after a long separation, wishing they could immediately throw themselves into each other's arms and feel that long-lost warmth and peace of mind.

Shi Feiyang gently set down the young pageboy Shi Xiong from his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern. He opened his broad, strong arms to welcome the three ladies. His gaze, like a deep lake, swept affectionately over the three ladies as he slowly said, "Ladies, I'm sorry you've suffered. Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, and Xie Zhichuan—these villains, with their wolfish ambitions, have attempted to disrupt the order of the martial world and harm the people. Today, I will make them pay a heavy price for their evil deeds, restore order to the martial world, and ensure peace for the people."

His voice was deep and powerful, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing in the icy and snowy landscape, exuding a reassuring aura of dominance and heroism that could dispel all evil in the world.

Ellie nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms and whispered, "Husband, you've finally come. These villains are truly despicable. If it weren't for the sisters working together and fighting to the death, I really don't know how we would have dealt with this predicament today."

Her voice was soft and slightly trembling, full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

Lin Wanqing leaned closer and said gently, "Husband, we firmly believe that you will be able to wipe out these bandits and restore peace to the martial world. You are our support and the hope of the martial world."

Her words were like a spring breeze, gentle yet firm.

Liu Guihua patted Shi Feiyang on the shoulder and laughed heartily, "Honey, we can't let these bastards get away with this! We have to teach them a lesson! Today, we'll make sure they don't leave alive!"

Her laughter was hearty and unrestrained, full of fearless courage.

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

Snowflakes fluttered down, as if trying to bury everything in the world under this endless whiteness.

Shi Feiyang nodded in response to Liu Guihua's suggestion.

He stood tall and straight in the snow, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His gaze was like two sharp bolts of lightning, shooting straight at Zhong Renwang and the others in the snow pit, his eyes exuding a chilling majesty.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang roared to the sky, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the vast expanse of heaven and earth: "Zhong Renwang, you bunch of villains! You've been committing all sorts of evil deeds in the martial world, spreading rumors and slandering me for obtaining Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, instead of upholding justice, you've done such despicable things. Do you still deserve the title of leader of the number one sect in the world? Hmph! Today you dare to lead your men to attack us! Do you really think I, Shi Feiyang, am afraid of you? Don't hide yourselves! Come out now! Let's fight to the death here tonight! I will rid the martial world of this scourge and restore order to the world!"

His words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, exploding across the heavens and earth, making everyone's ears buzz as if countless bees were swirling around them. Zhong Renwang and the others couldn't help but tremble, a chill shooting from the soles of their feet to their heads, as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts.

Zhong Renwang gritted his teeth, forcing a calm expression to conceal his inner fear. He slowly stood up from the snow pit, tightly gripping the Dog-Beating Stick, a symbol of his status as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, as if holding onto his last glimmer of hope.

He shouted, "Shi Feiyang, don't be so arrogant! The outcome of this battle is still uncertain! My Beggar Clan's martial arts are profound and extensive, how could we be afraid of a mere commoner like you! Since things have come to this, if you know what's good for you, obediently hand over the Sacred Heart Manual and Xu Fu's Immortal Pill, otherwise, don't blame me for beating you to pieces!"

Although Zhong Renwang shouted with great bravado, his mind was in turmoil as he frantically considered countermeasures. He was extremely wary of Shi Feiyang's martial arts skills, knowing full well that Shi Feiyang's strength was unfathomable and far beyond his ability to easily contend with; a direct confrontation would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

Then, a sly glint flashed in his cunning eyes, and he decided to first use the exquisite moves of the Beggars' Sect's renowned "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" to deplete Shi Feiyang's powerful internal energy. Once his internal energy was slightly weakened, he would seize the opportunity to unleash the mighty power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, turning Shi Feiyang into a pile of minced meat in one fell swoop, making him disappear from this world completely.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Renwang suddenly roared, his voice like thunder. The Dog-Beating Stick, which symbolized the supreme power of the Beggars' Sect leader, was wielded by him like a black lightning bolt.

In an instant, he moved like lightning, leaving blurry afterimages on the snow, like a ghost.

The dog-beating stick was wielded with great force in his hands, the shadows of the stick overlapping, just like a vicious dog baring its fangs and claws, rushing madly towards Shi Feiyang with a sharp gust of wind.

Wherever the strong wind went, the snow on the ground was instantly swirled up, forming white waves of snow, a truly astonishing sight.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, a snort that sounded like a wolf howling in the cold night, filled with endless contempt.

His expression was as cold and aloof as an iceberg that had never melted in a thousand years.

Faced with Zhong Renwang's fierce attack, Shi Feiyang did not dodge or evade, and his right hand instantly became a palm.

Shi Feiyang's unpredictable and wondrous "Mingyu Gong" instantly surged forth instinctively. His entire body radiated a warm, jade-colored halo, his skin becoming as translucent as crystal. Within him, true energy flowed like a surging river through his meridians, containing a vast and mysterious power. As the Mingyu Gong circulated, a massive vortex of true energy formed around him, acting as an invisible shield that firmly protected his entire body, making it difficult for any external force to penetrate.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang once again used the mysterious and powerful "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" skill, using its magical ability to transfer the opponent's power to counter the Beggar Clan's ultimate skill, "Dog-Beating Stick Technique".

His palm shimmered with light, as if a brilliant star had bloomed in his palm. An incomparably powerful force surged from his palm, like a raging river, continuous and unstoppable, or like an erupting volcano.

Under the pull of this powerful force, the dog-beating stick in Zhong Renwang's hand seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, completely out of control, and inexplicably smashed towards Dugu Yan's head.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Yan was immediately terrified, his previously composed face turning deathly pale. In this critical moment of life and death, he reacted instinctively, quickly gripping his sword and deflecting the attack.

At this critical moment, the longsword in his hand moved like a silver lightning bolt, precisely deflecting the dog-beating stick.

In an instant, Dugu Yan felt a chill run down her spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked through her clothes, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

He stared at the dog-beating stick that had nearly struck him, still shaken. His legs trembled slightly, and he secretly rejoiced that he had reacted in time; otherwise, he would have been dead by now.

Although Zhong Renwang was shocked, he was, after all, the leader of the Beggars' Sect and had been fighting in the martial arts world for many years, with extremely rich experience in combat.

He immediately gripped the dog-beating stick tightly again and unleashed the "Seal" technique. His figure flashed rapidly as he used a series of exquisite moves, including "Squeezing the Dog's Back," "Hungry Dog Blocking the Road," "Interlocking Teeth," and "Mother Dog Protecting Her Cubs."

Every move he made contained the essence of the Beggars' Sect's ultimate techniques. He attempted to use this to seal Shi Feiyang's unparalleled internal strength and thereby continuously deplete Shi Feiyang's internal energy, putting him in a difficult situation.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He turned slightly and used the mysterious lightness skill of "concealing one's identity and name".

His movements were agile and graceful, like a dragon freely weaving through the clouds, skillfully avoiding the attack range of Zhong Renwang's dog-beating stick. Each movement was like a gentle breeze, leaving no trace.

At the same time, he formed his left hand into a claw and unleashed the "Divine Dragon Claw Skill." His five fingers resembled incomparably sharp dragon claws, gleaming with cold light, as he reached for Zhong Renwang's dog-beating stick, intending to disarm him and deprive Zhong Renwang of this powerful means of attack.

Zhong Renwang felt as if his Dog-Beating Stick was stuck in a quagmire, each swing extremely difficult, as if bound tightly by a powerful force. He was shocked and disbelief filled his eyes. He was secretly amazed that the most wondrous staff technique in the martial arts world seemed to have lost its "wonderful" luster in front of Shi Feiyang, becoming so vulnerable.

Suddenly, that powerful force surged through the dog-beating stick, and Zhong Renwang felt an overwhelming force as if he had been struck by a towering mountain. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air.

He crashed heavily onto the snow, sending up a flurry of snowflakes that scattered around his body like blooming white flowers. Lying on the snow, his face was ashen, a trickle of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with terror and resentment, like a wounded wild beast, powerless to resist.

Xie Zhichuan felt a sudden surge of anxiety upon seeing Zhong Renwang's defeat. He was young and impetuous, and his blood was easily boiling. Moreover, his father, Xie Luojia, had been exposed in public by Shi Feiyang for his evil deeds and ultimately committed suicide out of shame.

The hatred for his father's murder was like a venomous snake, constantly gnawing at his soul, making him unable to suppress the raging fire in his heart. With a "whoosh," he drew the sword from his waist and activated the "Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique."

Instantly, flames rose around him, like a burning fireball, radiating rolling heat waves that melted the surrounding snow in an instant, forming small puddles.

He then unleashed the ultimate martial arts technique, the "Thirteen Deadly Swords." His eyes flashed with hatred, a light like a burning flame, threatening to engulf Shi Feiyang. His figure moved like a black lightning bolt, hurtling towards Shi Feiyang. Each thrust of his sword carried his deep-seated hatred for Shi Feiyang; his swordplay was fierce and gleaming, aiming to take Shi Feiyang's life in an instant.

The hatred in Xie Zhichuan's heart was like a raging fire from hell, which had long since burned away his reason.

His eyes were wide open, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with a mad light, like a raging beast.

His figure flashed, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the air. He brandished his longsword, his sword moves fierce and ruthless, the cold light flashing incessantly.

At this moment, he unleashed the killing move "Azure Peak Slicing Face" from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords". The sword's momentum was like a silver lightning bolt, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, and it thrust straight at Shi Feiyang's throat with overwhelming force, attempting to end Shi Feiyang's life in an instant.

The blade hissed as it sliced ​​through the air, sounding like the whispers of a demon from the deepest hell, exuding a chilling aura.

Faced with this fatal blow, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed. His deep eyes were as still as a deep, cold pool, seemingly piercing through the world. He was unhurried, a confident smile playing on his lips, before he used his extraordinary lightness skill to "disappear without a trace."

His toes lightly touched the ground, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, and his whole body rose up like a wisp of smoke, easily and comfortably dodging Xie Zhichuan's extremely sharp sword strike. His posture was as leisurely as if he were strolling in a garden, elegant and composed.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang suddenly turned in the air, like a circling eagle, and unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claw" move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique.

He used his palms as blades, and as his hands danced, they emitted a light even more dazzling than a precious sword. Sharp blade energy crisscrossed and slashed, seemingly intent on tearing this icy, snowy world to shreds.

Wherever the blade's energy reached, a layer of snow on the ground was instantly shaved away, revealing the dark earth.

The surrounding air was cut by the blade's energy, making a "hissing" sound.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's eyes were firm, like the dawn breaking, revealing absolute confidence in his own martial arts skills and a powerful deterrent to the enemy bandits.

Xie Zhichuan felt a piercing pain in his wrist, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing it at the same time.

Shi Feiyang's sharp blade energy was like an invisible razor blade, slicing across his right wrist.

Xie Zhichuan could no longer hold onto his sword, and it fell to the snow with a clatter, making a crisp sound in the silent world.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and cold sweat poured down his face, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and melting instantly on the snow. His Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, which had originally radiated immense heat, was extinguished like a flickering candle flame in a storm by the extreme cold of Shi Feiyang's powerful Bright Jade Technique. He stared at his injured wrist, his heart filled with despair and resentment, his body trembling uncontrollably, a tremor tinged with boundless anger and hatred.

However, Xie Zhichuan did not give up. When he last snatched the fake "Five Poisons Manual", one of his hands was burned by Lan Xiaodie's poison, and the iron arm and iron palm he had installed came in handy now.

The moment the longsword hit the ground, he attacked indiscriminately like a mad dog. Wielding his iron arms and palms, filled with venomous hatred, he swung them at Shi Feiyang. Each swing of his iron arms created a whistling sound, shattering the surrounding air into fragments.

Dugu Yan witnessed all of this. Remembering the tragic deaths of his five sons at Shi Feiyang's hands, the anger in his heart ignited instantly and burned fiercely. His eyes turned bloodshot, as if they were about to spew fire. Holding his long sword, he roared, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the mysterious and fierce "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique".

In an instant, sword shadows flew everywhere, densely packed, like blooming sword flowers, completely enveloping Shi Feiyang. The sword shadows gleamed with a cold light, like countless sharp blades, flashing and leaping in the air, seemingly intent on tearing Shi Feiyang to pieces.

Faced with such a perilous situation, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed.

His eyes were resolute, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with fearless light. When he used the mysterious lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name," his figure moved freely among the sword shadows, like a nimble swallow dancing gracefully in the wind, his movements flowing smoothly and seamlessly.

Sometimes he would strike with his palm, the wind howling like a tidal wave, compressing the air into invisible walls of energy that deflected Dugu Yan's sword strikes one by one. His palm strikes were powerful and displayed the demeanor of a great hero. At other times, he would flick his fingers, his finger strength as fast as lightning, precisely neutralizing every attack from Dugu Yan and leaving him with many openings.

Every move Shi Feiyang made seemed effortless; this fierce battle was nothing more than an easy game for him, his every gesture displaying the composure and confidence of a legendary hero.

Seeing this, Ding Hong was extremely anxious. He knew that Shi Feiyang was highly skilled in martial arts, and that if they did not join forces, they would surely be defeated.

He roared, his voice booming like thunder, echoing endlessly through the icy snow.

Wielding the iron bar in his hand, he unleashed the ingenious "tripping" technique of the "Dog-Beating Stick Method".

He moved with agility, like a black shadow swiftly across the snow, unleashing a series of exquisite moves such as "Snatching the Staff from the Mastiff's Mouth," "Pushing the Dog Upside Down," "Striking Two Mastiffs Sideways," and "Chicken Flying and Dog Jumping." The iron rod in his hand was like a nimble python, winding and twisting, coiling towards Shi Feiyang's legs, attempting to trip him up, make him lose his balance, and put him in a predicament.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his smile carrying a hint of disdain, mocking his opponent's overestimation of his abilities.

He instantly activated the Mingyu Gong at high speed, and a faint halo emanated from his body. True energy swirled rapidly around him like a surging vortex. This powerful vortex of true energy instantly gripped the iron rod in Ding Hong's hand. Ding Hong felt as if the iron rod in his hand was being pulled tightly by an invisible giant hand, completely out of his control.

Each swing was drawn in a strange direction by Shi Feiyang's vortex of true energy.

Ding Hong's iron rod struck off course, just managing to block Xie Zhichuan's iron palm and Dugu Yan's thrusting sword.

The three weapons clashed, producing a clanging sound like the jarring clash of metal, echoing through the icy snow and making one's ears ring. The three men felt a sharp pain in their hands, as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer; their arms went numb, and they almost lost their grip on their weapons.

They looked at Shi Feiyang with fear and resentment in their eyes, their bodies trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Zhong Renwang found himself in this desperate situation, looking at the disheveled state of his men. His heart was filled with panic, as if a million ants were crawling all over him. But he was stubborn by nature and unwilling to accept defeat. His eyes burned with the last bit of stubbornness and resentment.

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were making a final struggle.

The Beggars' Sect's prized Dog-Beating Stick, which he held tightly in his hand, trembled slightly, as if sensing its master's tension and determination.

Suddenly, he swung his arm and hurled the dog-beating stick at Ding Hong like a black lightning bolt.

The dog-beating stick drew an arc in the air, whistling through the wind, like an arrow released from a bow, moving at extremely high speed.

Then, Zhong Renwang stomped his feet, and the snow on the ground was shaken and scattered by the powerful force, like a small avalanche.

He rose up like a cannonball, carrying an indomitable momentum.

In mid-air, he moved with agility, performing a beautiful somersault with fluid and graceful movements, instantly becoming inverted.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed a move from the Beggars' Sect's signature move, "Flying Dragon in the Sky," from top to bottom.

He slammed his palms down rapidly, the palm shadows overlapping like a pair of giant black palm fans, carrying immense force, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's head, chest, and shoulders—three vital points.

The powerful palm strike, accompanied by a whistling wind, resembled a ferocious dragon descending from the sky, carrying a world-destroying force that enveloped Shi Feiyang. The surrounding air was compressed by an invisible hand, vibrating and humming under the powerful palm strike, producing a dull and oppressive sound. The entire world trembled under this palm strike.

However, the Mingyu Gong true energy surrounding Shi Feiyang acted like an invisible shield, circulating at high speed and forming a strange vortex of true energy. That vortex of true energy was like a giant meat grinder, spinning wildly around Shi Feiyang, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura.

Zhong Renwang felt as if his palms had sunk into an invisible quagmire the instant they approached Shi Feiyang, being pulled by a powerful and strange force, their direction instantly shifting. He was greatly alarmed and tried to withdraw his palms, but found he couldn't control them at all.

Two muffled, deafening sounds, like thunderclaps, reverberated in the ears, making everyone's ears ring and the world seem deafened by the noise. Zhong Renwang's iron palms had, by sheer coincidence, struck Xie Zhichuan's iron palms and Dugu Yan's longsword with tremendous force.

"Crack! Crack!" Two crisp breaking sounds rang out, like the sound of porcelain shattering, particularly jarring in the silent snow.

Xie Zhichuan's iron palm and Dugu Yan's long sword were instantly broken in two by the powerful impact.

As for Zhong Renwang, due to the backlash from the powerful internal energy within Xie Zhichuan and Dugu Yan, he was sent flying backward through the air like a kite with a broken string. He traced an arc in the air, like a falling meteor, before crashing heavily onto the snow, splashing up a large amount of snowflakes.

He lay on the snow, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The blood stood out starkly against the white snow, like a blooming red plum blossom.

His eyes were filled with terror and resentment, revealing his disbelief at the defeat and his helplessness in the face of fate.

When Ding Hong saw Zhong Renwang's defeat and looked at Shi Feiyang's demonic figure, he was terrified.

His legs went weak, and he could barely stand. His eyes were filled with terror. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and ran. In his panic, he grabbed Zhong Renwang and fled like a dog with its tail between its legs. His figure appeared so small and wretched in the vast snowy night, and he quickly disappeared into the darkness as if he had never been there at all.

Seeing Zhong Renwang and Ding Hong escape, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. The glint was like a shooting star in the night sky, fleeting yet carrying endless chill. He moved his palms rapidly, the movements fluid and swift, like two incomparably sharp frost blades wielding in the air.

Those hands seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but rather cast from steel, radiating a cold aura.

In an instant, two sharp blade energies roared out from his palms, like two invisible silver dragons, carrying a world-destroying momentum, slashing straight towards Dugu Yan and Xie Zhichuan.

Wherever the blade energy passed, the air seemed to be cut open by a sharp pair of scissors, making a hissing sound. The snow on the ground was also stirred up by this powerful blade energy, forming two white waves of snow, which resembled two galloping white dragons rushing towards the two of them.

Dugu Yan and Xie Zhichuan were about to be cut in half by the sharp blade energy, their lives hanging by a thread.

Their faces were filled with fear, their eyes wide open as if they had seen the scythe of death.

However, at this critical moment, suddenly, a blood-red shadow descended from the sky like a meteor.

The man clenched his fists, like two enormous iron hammers, and charged towards Shi Feiyang's two sharp sword strikes, carrying a strong, pungent stench of blood. The stench permeated the air, making one want to vomit, as if immersed in a sea of ​​blood.

"Boom!" Two deafening explosions rang out, as if two bombs had detonated on the ground, sending snow flying and billowing into the air like puffs of white smoke. The smoke enveloped the area, obscuring everything and plunging people into a fog.

Shi Feiyang felt a powerful and strange force rushing towards him, and his body swayed involuntarily.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, clearly taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

The blood-red shadow, propelled by the powerful impact, staggered back several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the snow. Those footprints resembled enormous scars etched into the snow.

In the end, Blood Shadow could not withstand this force and collapsed to the ground, raising a snowflake.

The snowflakes gently fell on him, as if covering him with a white shroud.

Xie Zhichuan and Dugu Yan were so frightened by this scene that their faces turned ashen, and they dared not linger.

They turned abruptly, like two startled rabbits, and ran for their lives, as if pursued by demons. Their figures flashed through the darkness, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only silence and the lingering stench of blood in the air.

It turns out that the mysterious figure who suddenly appeared was none other than "Blood Lord," the senior brother that "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo encountered during her frantic escape.

Zhong Renwang's words kept echoing in Li Wuduo's mind, leading her to believe that Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual were in Shi Feiyang's hands. The flames of greed burned fiercely in her heart, devouring her reason.

She had a clear understanding of her own abilities and knew that she was nothing more than an ant in front of Shi Feiyang, with no chance of winning.

Therefore, she begged Blood Lord for help, hoping to use her senior brother's terrifying martial prowess to kill Shi Feiyang and his wives in one fell swoop, and thus take the Sacred Heart Manual and Xu Fu's elixir for herself.

It was only because the Blood Lord arrived in time, like a ghost, that Xie Zhichuan and Dugu Yan's lives were temporarily saved.

Mentioning the Blood Lord, as the son of the Blood Demon, his background is terrifying.

A hundred years ago, the name of the Blood Demon was renowned throughout the martial arts world of Northwest China. Whenever it was mentioned, people's faces would change drastically, and their fear would be palpable.

Thousands of experts from both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds perished at the hands of the legendary demon lord, "Blood Demon."

The Blood Demon resides in the "Blood Pond" in the Northwest, a place that inspires fear and dread.

His Blood Seal Hand is unparalleled in the martial arts world. Once unleashed, it can draw blood from others from a distance, a method that is extremely cruel.

The blood he sucked was discharged into the blood pool for him to drink and bathe in.

Within that pool of blood, the water churned incessantly, the stench so intense it filled the air, resembling the entrance to hell, sending chills down one's spine. Just hearing about it was enough to make one's hair stand on end. Blood Lord had cultivated under the Blood Demon since childhood, inheriting some of the Blood Demon's evil arts. His martial arts were unpredictable and bizarre, and his body exuded a heavy aura of blood. Wherever he went, people trembled with fear and avoided him at all costs.

Li Wuduo watched helplessly as Blood Lord and Shi Feiyang clashed fiercely. Blood Lord was actually at a disadvantage against Shi Feiyang's powerful strength. Her face turned ashen, and she was filled with terror.

She knew that if she continued to stay here, both she and Blood Lord would likely lose their lives.

In that critical moment, taking advantage of the instant Shi Feiyang's body swayed from the shock of the powerful palm strike, she didn't hesitate to bend down, her hands like iron clamps, tightly lifting Xue Zun. Then, she used her agile and swift lightness skill, her figure like a black lightning bolt, flashing through the vast snowy night and disappearing without a trace in an instant.

(End of this chapter)