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

Chapter 264. A fierce battle in the blood-soaked pond shakes heaven and earth; soaring heroes illuminate the universe.
The three ladies, Yi Li, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, watched the battle with bated breath from beginning to end, their hearts rising and falling with every move and every confrontation of Shi Feiyang.

When they saw Shi Feiyang sway slightly, time seemed to freeze, and their hearts clenched instantly.

Her once beautiful and charming face, like a peach blossom in spring, was now as pale as paper and devoid of any color.

Only one thought was swirling in their minds: they were terrified that their beloved husband, Shi Feiyang, had suffered internal injuries.

The three ladies, like three arrows released from a bow, rushed toward Shi Feiyang with hearts full of worry and anxiety.

Ellie ran the fastest, her eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang, filled with worry and concern. Everything else in the world seemed to have vanished; only Shi Feiyang's figure remained in her sight. Her hands instinctively reached forward, as if only in this way could she immediately support Shi Feiyang, give him strength, and share his pain.

Lin Wanqing followed closely behind, her steps slightly unsteady yet firm, each stride heavy with effort, as if trying to convey her longing for Shi Feiyang through her footsteps. Her eyes revealed endless concern, like a deep lake filled with worry and heartache for Shi Feiyang. Liu Guihua was not to be outdone; as she ran, she muttered, "My lord, you mustn't be hurt!" Her voice was filled with anxiety, concern, and, most importantly, deep love for Shi Feiyang.

Seeing the three ladies in such a state, Shi Feiyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart, as if a ray of warm sunshine had illuminated his heart.

He took a deep breath, circulated his internal energy, and allowed his true energy to quickly flow through his meridians three times.

A moment later, he realized that his meridians were unobstructed, his blood and qi were flowing smoothly, and his breathing was still even, so he was obviously not injured internally.

He pondered to himself that his swaying was due to the overwhelming force of the blood-red shadow's palm strike, which had caught him off guard. He hadn't expected to encounter such a formidable expert tonight, which explained his momentary daze.

However, Shi Feiyang, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, quickly regained his composure. Looking at the three worried ladies, he revealed a confident smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun, dispelling the gloom in their hearts.

He gently comforted her, "Madam, do not worry, I am fine. That person was dressed in blood red and had a strange aura. He really does resemble the Blood Rakshasa of the legendary Southern Sword Sect of Tianshan. However, this shows that tonight's events were no accident and there must be a deeper meaning behind them. I'm afraid there will be many twists and turns to come, and it's definitely not simple. But rest assured, Madam, with me here, I will protect you and ensure the peace of the Naiman tribe."

His voice was steady and powerful, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing in the icy and snowy landscape, which brought some peace of mind to the three ladies.

Elizabeth nodded slightly, her eyes full of trust, and said softly, "Husband, we believe you. But the world is dangerous, so please be careful."

Her voice was soft, yet it was filled with deep worry and concern for Shi Feiyang.

Lin Wanqing also said softly, "Yes, my husband, no matter what happens, we will face it together with you."

Her words were like a gentle spring breeze, warm and firm, conveying her determination to live and die with Shi Feiyang.

Liu Guihua patted Shi Feiyang on the shoulder heartily and said, "Honey, we're not afraid of anything. At worst, we'll fight these thieves to the death!"

Her voice was loud and clear, carrying a bold and unrestrained air, yet it couldn't hide her care and affection for Shi Feiyang.

The cold wind was still biting, like countless sharp knives, ruthlessly scraping across this icy and snowy land.

At this moment, Xie Wen descended from the sky like a wisp of smoke, his figure light and graceful, like a feather drifting in the wind, leaving no trace. When he landed, he was silent, like a snowflake gently falling.

He walked quickly to Shi Feiyang with a respectful expression and a stern face. He knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and said, "Chief, I am willing to go and track down the enemy bandits to find out what kind of shady conspiracy they are plotting in the dark."

His voice was deep and firm, like a thunderclap in the cold night; though not loud, it conveyed a determination that could not be ignored.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was firm, shining like the brightest star in the night sky. He nodded slightly, his eyes revealing his trust in Xie Wen, and said, "Alright, Brother Xie, this journey is fraught with danger, so please be careful. Those bandits are cunning and treacherous, so you must not let your guard down. If anything goes wrong, come back and report immediately."

Shi Feiyang's voice was steady and powerful, carrying a reassuring authority, like a pillar of strength that warmed Xie Wen's heart.

Xie Wen accepted the order and immediately unleashed the incredibly wondrous "Flying Willow Catkins and Light Smoke Technique." In an instant, his figure flashed, like a black lightning bolt piercing the night sky, or like a willow catkin swept up by a gale, lightly flying into the night sky.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, like a ghost, vanishing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, leaving only a silent night sky, as if he had never been there at all.

Shi Feiyang then walked into the city with Yili, Lin Wanqing, Liu Guihua, and Shi Xiong. Their figures looked somewhat tired in the snow, their steps were a little heavy, and each step left a deep footprint in the snow.

Shi Feiyang walked at the front, his eyes firm, constantly alert to the surrounding movements, protecting everyone around him.

The three ladies, Yi Li, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, followed closely behind him, their eyes filled with dependence on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Xiong followed obediently behind the group, his eyes filled with awe.

Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and the soldiers on the city wall had been closely watching the battle outside. Their eyes were fixed on the battlefield, filled with tension and anticipation. Upon seeing Shi Feiyang and the others return safely, they cheered with joy.

Gong Simeng excitedly brandished his weapon, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and shouted, "The return of Hero Shi is truly our good fortune! With Hero Shi here, what do we have to fear from the bandits!"

Her voice was passionate and powerful, like surging waves echoing through the icy snow. Bai Zhi smiled, a smile filled with admiration and gratitude, and said, "Hero Shi's might has terrified the bandits! After this battle, the bandits will surely dare not attack again!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the snow-covered landscape. Their combined voices formed a stirring battle song, brimming with power and confidence.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a faint smile, a smile tinged with contentment and satisfaction. He gently put his arm around the shoulders of the ladies, his movements tender and natural, and together they walked toward the palace of Khan Elizabeth.

It was late at night, and the moonlight, like water, bathed them in a silver veil, making their figures appear even more mysterious and captivating. Stepping into the palace, they were greeted by bright lights and a warm atmosphere, a stark contrast to the freezing cold outside.

Stepping into the palace, the flickering candlelight seemed like a group of nimble sprites, dancing gracefully in the dim yellow light, gently scattering its soft glow upon everyone's faces. Each face bore the marks of exhaustion from the battle, yet beneath that weariness surged the joy of surviving a calamity, like the first rays of dawn piercing through the clouds, warm and bright.

As everyone moved to the bathing area, they instantly felt as if they had stepped into a dreamlike fairyland.

The steam rises gently, like a light veil swirling around, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that makes one feel as if they are floating in the clouds.

Shi Feiyang and the ladies stepped into the bathhouse hand in hand. The water in the bathhouse was clear and transparent, and the temperature was pleasant. Under the dim yellow light, it shimmered with a soft light like stars, as if it were a spring blessed by the stars.

At this moment, they resembled a pair of deeply affectionate mandarin ducks, frolicking freely in the water. Their joyful laughter, as clear as silver bells, echoed throughout the bathhouse, breaking the silence of the night.

Lady Elizabeth's cheeks were flushed with happiness, a blush as delicate and alluring as peach blossoms in spring, like the first rays of dawn kissing a flower bud, tender and captivating.

Like a docile fledgling bird longing for its nest, she gently leaned against Shi Feiyang's shoulder, which was as solid as a towering mountain. Her eyes were full of tenderness, like a lake rippling in the spring breeze.

She parted her lips slightly and said coquettishly, "My husband, today's battle was so thrilling that it almost took my soul away. Every moment, my heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, leaving me no peace. But now, it's all over. Being able to lean so close to you, I feel that everything in the world has become dim and colorless. Only you are the most brilliant light in my life, leaving me with no regrets." Her voice was soft and melodious, like the low chirping of birds in a spring forest, gently seeping into Shi Feiyang's heart.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were filled with doting affection as he reached out, his movements as gentle as touching the most delicate flower bud, and slowly stroked Yili's silky smooth hair. His gaze was as firm as the North Star, which never goes out in the cold night, and he said softly, "My lady, rest assured. As long as I, Shi Feiyang, have a breath left, there will be no one and nothing in this world that will allow you to suffer even the slightest grievance. Although this world is as treacherous as a primeval jungle overgrown with thorns, I will definitely wield a sharp blade to clear the way for you, to create a peaceful and harmonious world that belongs only to you, so that you can live carefree and enjoy all the beauty of the world."

His words, warm and radiant like the winter sun, shone directly into Ellie's heart, making her feel warm all over.

Lin Wanqing stood beside Shi Feiyang, her beautiful eyes sparkling. Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and moving, yet also like a deep pool of endless affection.

Her lips curved slightly upward, revealing a gentle smile, like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring, sweet enough to touch the heart.

She whispered, “My husband, in the days I’ve spent with you, no matter how many storms we’ve weathered or how much hardship we’ve endured, my heart has always been filled with happiness. Because you are by my side, all the suffering has become insignificant. You are the towering mountain that stands firm in my heart, the eternal support in my life. Without you, I truly don’t know what I would do.”

Her voice was soft yet filled with unwavering affection, her deep love seemingly overflowing.

Liu Guihua then burst into hearty laughter, a laughter so clear and unrestrained that it was like a mountain stream rushing forward without end, full of vigorous power, and the sound echoed faintly throughout the bathhouse.

She grinned and said, "Yes, my dear! As long as our family is together, we don't care about the dangers of the world or the troubles caused by demons and monsters. We're not afraid of anything! In my heart, you are the omnipotent hero. As long as you're here, I feel like I can hold the sky back even if it falls down!"

Her smile was as bright as the midday sun, and her eyes revealed her absolute trust and deep reliance on Shi Feiyang.

At this moment, Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi approached from the water. Gong Simeng's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes filled with admiration. She gently tugged at Shi Feiyang's sleeve and said sweetly, "Shi Lang, seeing you so brave and invincible on the battlefield today, my heart was pounding like a rabbit. You are my hero. No matter what happens in the future, I want to stay by your side, do your laundry, cook for you, and warm your bed. Just seeing you makes me incredibly happy."

Bai Zhi's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes lowered, and she said timidly, "Shi Lang, I have long admired your charm. Although I have no great abilities, I am willing to stay by your side for the rest of my life, serving you tea and water. If I can share even the slightest bit of your troubles, I will be content." Instantly, the bathhouse was filled with an intensely warm and sweet atmosphere, like a secluded paradise completely filled with happiness, a place of intoxicating beauty.

After bathing, everyone went to the bedroom hand in hand.

Inside the palace, the bed was as soft as a cloud, and the brocade quilts and embroidered pillows were exquisite and beautiful. Every detail exuded a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang slept in the same bed with his wives, the room filled with the scent of happiness, a rich and mellow aroma like a fine wine aged for many years, intoxicating all who smelled it. They nestled together, their body heat mingling, continuously conveying endless warmth and love.

Soon, they drifted into a sweet dream. In their dream, it was as if all the troubles of the world had quietly vanished like smoke. They were immersed in happiness and joy, as if floating on air, completely far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only this room full of sweetness and peace.

The next morning, the morning light shone through the carved windows, like fine golden gauze, gently scattering into the room and bringing a touch of warmth to the space.

However, this warmth failed to dispel the subtle tension in the air.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen returned hurriedly, his expression grave. His figure seemed to carry the lingering frost of the previous night, exuding a chilling aura. Upon hearing the maid outside the door report Xie Wen's return, Shi Feiyang's heart stirred. He immediately rose and gently closed the door behind him.

Upon seeing Shi Feiyang appear, Xie Wen immediately stepped forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He proclaimed loudly, "Chief, I have successfully completed my mission and have located the Blood Lord. His hiding place is at the foot of a rocky mountain over a hundred miles away, where there is a blood pond. This blood pond occupies no more than an acre in size, yet it is surrounded by towering cliffs that resemble pairs of ferocious giant hands, tightly encircling the blood pond in the center. From a distance, the blood pond looks like a deep, ancient well, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura. The water in the pond is a deep crimson, a glaring red, like freshly flowed blood, and it churns and surges incessantly, as if countless wronged souls are struggling within it, emitting a nauseatingly bloody stench that inspires fear and makes one hesitant to look down upon it."

At this point, Xie Wen's voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the scene of the blood pool had left an extremely deep and terrifying impression on him.

"It is said that the lord of this Blood Pond is the Blood Demon, who was already famous in the Northwest martial arts world a hundred years ago. This demon is still alive today and should be around one hundred and twenty years old. His martial arts are unfathomable, and he runs rampant in the Northwest, invincible. Anyone who dares to provoke him is drained of blood and dumped into that Blood Pond. That Blood Pond is probably already filled with the blood of countless wronged souls, becoming a living hell."

Xie Wen continued, his words filled with fear and hatred for the Blood Demon.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang's brows furrowed instantly, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes. His gaze, like lightning in the cold night, radiated fearless courage and determination. He slowly rose to his feet, his straight spine as steadfast as a pine tree, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance, piercing through layers of mountains to reach the Blood Pond. He said in a deep voice, "This Blood Demon has committed countless evils and wreaked havoc on the martial world for so long. Today, I must go and confront him. This martial world belongs to countless heroes and ordinary people; we cannot allow such a villain to run rampant. I, Shi Feiyang, was born into this world and possess unparalleled martial arts skills; I must protect the peace of this world and restore a tranquil life for the people."

His voice was deep and powerful, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing in the morning air, filled with a reassuring majesty.

After Shi Fei finished speaking, he slowly turned around and gently looked at the ladies who had just walked out of the room.

In that instant, his eyes were like the surface of a lake gently caressed by the warm spring sun, tender as water, with ripples of concern and deep reluctance spreading out within them.

He parted his lips slightly and said softly, "My lady, my journey is fraught with peril, a path strewn with thorns and dangers. But justice must be served, and the peace of the people must be protected. How can I back down? For these reasons, I must embark on this unknown journey. But rest assured, I will do everything in my power to return safely and rekindle our enduring love."

His words, like the gentlest breeze in spring, carried a firm promise and drifted into the hearts of the ladies, easing their anxieties.

Upon hearing this, Ellie's eyes instantly welled up with tears, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the morning light, shimmering with delicate brilliance, making her appear incredibly pitiful. She suppressed her worry and reluctance, forcing a gentle smile from her lips, a smile that trembled slightly, like a flower swaying in the wind.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice trembling slightly, and said with deep affection, "My dear husband, you must be extremely careful. Every day from now on, I will devoutly pray for you before the Buddha, hoping for your safe return soon. Every minute and every second, my heart will be with you, wishing only that you stay away from all danger." As she spoke, she unconsciously took a small step forward, her hands instinctively reaching out to grasp Shi Feiyang, as if that would keep him by her side.

Lin Wanqing's eyes reddened, and she hurried forward, her eyes filled with worry and heartache. She said softly, "My dear husband, the journey is long and arduous, so please be careful. Don't worry about anything at home; we will take good care of this house and wait for your triumphant return. You must be safe and sound; this is our greatest wish." As she spoke, she reached out and gently grasped Shi Feiyang's sleeve, as if grasping at her last support. Her fingers tightened slightly, and her fingertips turned white from the force.

Although Liu Guihua was naturally forthright, her eyes were slightly moist at this moment. She strode up to Shi Feiyang, her voice still cheerful, but tinged with a sob: "My dear, go boldly! We all believe you can subdue that villain and return safely! You are our hero; nothing can defeat you." As she spoke, she patted Shi Feiyang's shoulder heavily, a seemingly forceful gesture that actually conveyed her deep worry and concern for him.

At this moment, Gong Simeng moved gracefully, her eyes reddening, and she came to Shi Feiyang's side as if she were about to cry.

She clutched the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, her voice trembling with tears as she said, "Shi Lang, your departure breaks my heart. There's nothing I can do but wait for you here every day, hoping for your early return. You must be safe. If anything happens to you, I don't want to live anymore."

As she spoke, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looking so pitiful that it made one's heart ache.

Bai Zhi stepped forward timidly, her eyes red-rimmed and her voice trembling: "Shi Lang, your departure has left me with a heart in my throat. I will chant sutras and pray for you every day, asking Heaven to protect you. You must come back; I still hope to serve you forever." She lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting together, her slightly trembling body revealing her extreme worry.

In an instant, the ladies' heartfelt words intertwined, like a melody brimming with longing and concern, echoing in this small space. Shi Feiyang nodded, and after breakfast, he set off for Blood Pond with Xie Wen and Shi Xiong. Their figures appeared somewhat slender in the morning light, yet they exuded an indomitable spirit.

Along the way, the cold wind remained biting, like countless sharp knives, scraping against the face with a stinging pain.

But Shi Feiyang and his companions did not back down.

Their eyes were resolute, and they held only one belief in their hearts: to uncover the secrets of the Blood Pond and eradicate the Blood Demon, this scourge of the martial world.

The cold wind was like a pack of untamed beasts, rampaging wildly across the vast expanse of ice and snow, emitting mournful howls, as if to drag everything in the world into the endless abyss of darkness.

Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and Ding Hong, like four stray dogs, were in a sorry state, staggering as they followed closely behind the greedy, voluptuous woman Li Wuduo, fleeing all the way to the Blood Pond.

Stepping into the Blood Pond, one sees towering cliffs all around, resembling ferocious ancient beasts, baring their fangs and claws, firmly enclosing the small, one-acre pond in the center. The water in the pond is a chilling crimson, like freshly flowed blood, constantly churning and surging, emitting a strong, pungent stench of blood that permeates the entire space, making one want to vomit.

This scene makes one feel as if they are standing at the entrance to a sinister and terrifying hell, sending chills down their spine.

With Li Wuduo's introduction, Zhong Renwang and the other three came before the Blood Demon.

They immediately knelt down, their posture extremely respectful, their expressions filled with awe.

Zhong Renwang spoke first, his voice carrying a hint of deliberate humility and flattery: "Senior Blood Demon, I have long admired your great name, which is renowned far and wide. It is an honor to meet you today. We have come here without permission because a shocking tragedy has occurred in the martial world, and we have come to seek your guidance."

He slightly raised his head, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes as he stole glances at the Blood Demon's expression. He continued to embellish the story, fabricating accusations out of thin air: "That Shi Feiyang, with his wolfish ambition and ruthless, heinous acts, are utterly despicable. To seize the Xu Fu Immortal Pill and the Sacred Heart Manual from the Shandong Giant Whale Gang, he brazenly murdered over 150 members of the Giant Whale Gang leader's entire family. From the elderly and frail to infants still in swaddling clothes, none escaped his clutches. Such evil deeds are simply intolerable to heaven and earth, and arouse the wrath of both gods and men!"

His words were outwardly filled with hatred for Shi Feiyang, but deep in his eyes, a hint of triumphant satisfaction at his successful scheme flickered.

Xie Zhichuan continued, “Senior Blood Demon, Shi Feiyang’s power is currently at its zenith, growing stronger day by day. If we do not eliminate him soon, he will surely become a great scourge to the martial world, plunging it into a bloodbath. Although we are willing to rid the martial world of this menace, our strength is insufficient to contend with him. We have long heard of your unparalleled martial arts, your renowned reputation in the Northwest, which has shaken all directions. Therefore, we have come to earnestly request that you come out of seclusion and join us in slaying this villain, restoring peace and prosperity to the martial world.”

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Zhong Renwang, his eyes revealing admiration and appreciation for Zhong Renwang's strategy.

Dugu Yan chimed in, "Senior, Chief Zhong and Young Hero Xie are absolutely right. Shi Feiyang's male prowess will only grow stronger. If allowed to develop unchecked, the martial world will be plunged into chaos and devastation. If you, Senior, were to intervene, with your unparalleled martial arts, you would surely be able to wipe him out in one fell swoop and restore peace to the martial world. Moreover, Shi Feiyang has an irreconcilable feud with us righteous martial artists. In order to seize the property of my Famous Sword Manor, he cruelly murdered my five sons. If this grudge is not avenged, I, Dugu Yan, swear I will not be a man!"

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if there was a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and each word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.

After saying this, he lay down on the ground, overwhelmed with grief, and burst into loud sobs. His cries echoed in the empty blood-filled pond, adding to the desolation and indignation.

Immediately afterward, Ding Hong said in a deep voice, "Senior, please have mercy and save the martial world. That Shi Feiyang is truly heinous. He not only forced Xie Luojia, the leader of the martial arts alliance, to his death, but also caused us to flee everywhere and become homeless. We hate him to the bone, but we are helpless. We hope that you, senior, can have great compassion and lend a helping hand to rid the martial world of this scourge."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his eyes blazing with hatred.

The Blood Demon sat atop a giant rock beside the blood pond, resembling a demon statue that had stood since ancient times.

His long hair, like burning flames, flowed freely behind him, with an eerie red light flickering among the strands.

His face was cold and deep, like a mysterious totem sculpted by the chisel of time. His features were distinct, yet he exuded an aura of majesty that made people afraid to look him in the eye. His eyes were like two bottomless pools of blood, flashing with a sharp and eerie light in the darkness. A single glance from them could send chills down one's spine.

His skin was a sickly crimson, as if it had been soaked in countless drops of blood for a thousand years, exuding an innate bloody aura, as if he himself were the embodiment of bloodshed and slaughter.

He wore a wide black robe embroidered with dark red runes. With his breathing, the runes seemed to wriggle slightly, exuding a mysterious aura.

His hands were long and pale, his ten fingers resembling withered twigs, yet his nails were sharp as eagle claws, gleaming with a cold light. In this icy and snowy environment, he seemed to feel no cold at all, radiating a fiery aura that contrasted sharply with the surrounding chill, adding to his mysterious and unpredictable aura.

He listened quietly to everyone's stories, his expression calm, like an emotionless stone statue.

However, upon hearing about Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Technique, a barely perceptible glint of greed flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey in the darkness. But he was extremely shrewd, and he instantly concealed this greed, remaining outwardly calm and composed.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the pool of blood. Within the pool, the blood churned, as if countless wronged souls were struggling and wailing within. How many martial arts masters had been buried here, and how much of their blood had been drained by his Blood Seal Hand and discharged into this pool—it was impossible to estimate.

The grudges and feuds in the martial world, like the blood in this blood pond, are endless, cycling and repeating, constantly unfolding one tragic scene after another. Seeing that his father had not made a statement for a long time, Blood Lord stepped forward and helped Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, Ding Hong, and the others up with both hands, and said in a gentle voice, "Gentlemen, you must be exhausted after traveling such a long distance. Let's go with me to a nearby mountain villa to rest, recuperate, and then make plans."

After saying that, he led everyone toward the villa.

Once Zhong Renwang and the others disappeared from sight, Li Wuduo moved gracefully, her delicate body trembling slightly, like a soft, boneless fox, nestling beside the Blood Demon.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice soft and alluring, like the seductive warbling of a nightingale in spring: "Uncle-Master, what are your plans regarding Xu Fu's elixir?" As she spoke, she leaned her body tightly against the Blood Demon.

Blood Demon's body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current, and he couldn't help but pull Li Wuduo into his arms.

He slowly lowered his lips and pressed them heavily against Li Wuduo's lips. Then, he picked her up and strode into his bedroom. Soon after, Li Wuduo's captivating and alluring music filled the bedroom, like the cry of an owl, echoing in the silent Blood Pond.

The next morning, as dawn broke, the Blood Demon had already made up his mind and decided to leave the mountain.

He proclaimed loudly, "Blood Lord, quickly gather my disciples and come with me out of the Blood Pond. This time, we will head to the Naiman tribe's capital, Wulang City, and wreak havoc on it. We will find an opportunity to capture Shi Feiyang, drain his blood, and vent my hatred. We will also let the martial world know the power of the Blood Demon!"

Blood Lord accepted the order and quickly summoned his disciples. In an instant, figures thronged around the Blood Pond. Once everyone was ready, they prepared to descend the mountain in a grand procession. Li Wuduo's lips curled into a strange smile. She thought to herself, "No matter how much you dogs like Zhong Renwang talk, it's not as effective as my body. Hehe! If I spend one night with Blood Demon, he'll agree to anything. Hehe! What man can resist the charm of a beautiful woman?"

Just as the Blood Demon's forces finished their preparations and were about to depart, a sharp gust of wind, like an arrow whistling through the night, swept in. Everyone looked up and saw Shi Feiyang, dressed in snow-white robes, his garments fluttering, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, or a shooting star streaking across the sky. His posture was upright, like a proud pine tree, exuding an innate air of heroism and coldness.

His face was as resolute as if carved by a knife and axe, his sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they contained endless wisdom and courage, exuding an aura of majesty that made people dare not look him in the eye.

Shi Feiyang's gaze flashed like lightning as he coldly surveyed the group of villains before him. His voice, booming like a bell, resounded throughout the land: "You villains, who dared to wreak havoc on all sides, need not go to such great lengths. Today, I, Shi, have delivered myself to your doorstep. I want to see what extraordinary abilities you possess! This martial world should be a gathering place for heroes, a place where chivalry prevails and justice is upheld, not a place for you demons and monsters to run rampant and poison the common people! Now that I, Shi, have arrived, I will cleanse the world of evil, rid the people of this scourge, restore order to the world, and let peace and tranquility return to this place!"

His words, resounding and powerful, echoed along the banks of the blood-soaked pond, revealing his domineering presence and his boundless ambition.

Before he finished speaking, Mingyu Gong had already been activated, and a chilling aura instantly surged around him, like a fierce wind in the dead of winter, threatening to turn the world into an ice cave. His slender fingers reached into a deerskin pouch at his waist, barely noticeable to ordinary people, and gently retrieved the token of love that held Yang Xue'er's deep affection—the Heavenly Frost Blade. The moment the long-sheathed Heavenly Frost Blade was drawn, its cold light radiated, dazzling and brilliant, like the most brilliant star in the cold night, exuding a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down the spines of everyone around.

Shi Feiyang knew that the Blood Demon was renowned and his martial arts were unfathomable. This confrontation was extremely dangerous and could not tolerate the slightest negligence.

To completely wipe out this gang of villains and protect the peace of the people, one must also protect oneself in order to continue writing the chapter of justice in the martial arts world.

The Blood Demon snorted coldly as Shi Feiyang appeared, the sound like a muffled thunderclap that echoed throughout the land: "Hmph! Shi Feiyang, you do have some guts. Now that you've stepped into this place, don't even think about leaving unscathed!"

Having said that, he suddenly shook his hands, and the blood-red light around him surged and churned like a raging sea of ​​blood, his aura so powerful that it seemed he would devour the entire world within it. His power, honed over a century of arduous cultivation, was incomparably profound, seemingly possessing the ability to swallow mountains and rivers and overturn the universe.

Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and Li Wuduo turned pale at the strong, pungent smell of blood. They covered their mouths tightly with their hands, their stomachs churning, and they almost vomited.

They quickly swayed and leaped onto the stone wall like ghosts, watching the battle from afar, their eyes filled with both fear and anticipation.

Upon seeing this, the disciples behind Blood Demon drew their weapons and shouted in unison, instantly forming a tight circle that firmly trapped Shi Feiyang in the center.

They knew in their hearts that they absolutely could not let Shi Feiyang escape today. The Blood Demon himself then unleashed his Blood Seal Hand, a technique that had shaken the martial world. His hands instantly transformed into a thick blood shadow, accompanied by a whistling wind, as he reached out to grab Shi Feiyang.

Wherever the bloodstained hand passed, the air seemed to be instantly sucked away by an invisible yet incredibly powerful and eerie force, forming a terrifying vacuum vortex. Within that vortex, there was a chillingly powerful suction force, like countless demonic hands from the abyss of hell, frantically grabbing at Shi Feiyang, attempting to uproot his blood vessels, suck out all the blood from his body like juice being squeezed, turning Shi Feiyang into a lifeless, withered corpse completely dried by time, and then draining his crimson blood into the foul-smelling, horrifying pool of blood, making him part of the countless wronged souls within.

(End of this chapter)