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

Chapter 268. The Salt Road's Bloodstained Wind: A Heroic Figure Battles a Mad Tyrant, Extraordinary Skills Destroy a Devious Blade
Everyone listened quietly to Guo Xiangyu's story, and as she recounted it, that tragic past seemed to unfold slowly before their eyes.

The evil deeds of the "Four Beasts of the Northwest" were like sharp blades, piercing the hearts of everyone. A fierce fire of grief and indignation surged in their hearts, and they all deeply abhorred what the "Four Beasts of the Northwest" had done, showing expressions of contempt on their faces.

At the same time, everyone looked at Guo Xiangyu with sympathy and concern.

Their gazes were like the warm sunshine of spring, trying to comfort her wounded heart.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Those eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and deep, as if they could see through everything in the world.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, like the resounding of a great bell, carrying an awe-inspiring domineering presence and a magnanimous spirit that encompassed the world: "Young lady, there's no need for such formality. To help those in need is the duty of us martial artists. This martial world, though fraught with danger, will always see good triumph over evil. Those like the 'Four Beasts of the Northwest,' who commit countless atrocities and defy all reason, will ultimately face retribution and receive their due punishment. Tonight, you have avenged your great grudge; it is truly a blessing from heaven, a cause for celebration. From now on, you can let go of your obsessions. This martial world, though turbulent and unpredictable, is not without its beauty. I hope you will use your skills to uphold justice and add a touch of righteousness to this murky world."

Xie Wen and Shi Xiong nodded in agreement, casting comforting and encouraging glances at Guo Xiangyu.

Then, Xie Wen stepped forward with a warm smile on his face and said, "Sister, if you encounter any difficulties while venturing into this world, just tell your brother. We are both people in the martial world, and we should support each other and overcome difficulties together."

Shi Xiong chimed in, "Yes, sister, you've avenged yourself perfectly, it's truly satisfying. From now on, let's walk hand in hand through this world, we'll surely uphold justice and make a name for ourselves."

In an instant, the atmosphere in the courtyard, though still somewhat solemn, gained a touch of warmth and hope thanks to everyone's words, like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness, illuminating the path ahead for everyone.

The group stopped going upstairs to rest and headed straight for the stables in the backyard.

Stepping into the stable, one sees several fine horses leisurely chewing on hay, which emits a faint fragrance.

Upon seeing their masters arrive, the horses raised their heads, their eyes gleaming with lively light, and then let out a few neighs, as if greeting the group. The group skillfully led the horses out, their movements fluid and graceful, displaying the carefree spirit of江湖儿女 (jianghu children, people of the martial world).

Then, they all mounted their horses with agile and swift movements.

Guo Xiangyu moved with a light and graceful gait, like a nimble swallow, as she lightly leaped onto the horse's back, her movements beautiful and skillful.

Shi Feiyang, with his upright posture like a pine tree, sat steadily on the horse's back, resembling a majestic mountain peak, exuding extraordinary aura that inspired awe.

The group cracked their whips, which drew graceful arcs in the air before falling heavily as they spurred their horses onward.

They rode their horses swiftly through the night. As the roosters crowed three times and the east began to lighten, the faint light of dawn, like an incomparably sharp sword, slowly pierced through the thick, inky night and spilled across the vast, boundless land.

Shi Feiyang and his group entered Ningxia territory, slowly proceeding along a winding salt road. The gale was like a ferocious prehistoric beast, roaring wildly across the land, emitting deafening howls.

The biting wind, like sharp blades, howled past, cutting into faces with a stinging pain, as if threatening to tear the skin. Except for Shi Feiyang, everyone else in the group, having ridden their horses at full gallop, had faces flushed red from the relentless wind, like ripe apples, dazzlingly red. Their hair was disheveled, like withered willows in a storm, swaying wildly in the wind, making them look utterly wretched.

However, Shi Feiyang was completely different.

The Mingyu Gong flowed slowly within his body, like a warm and powerful spring, continuously providing protective effects.

As he galloped away on horseback, wisps of white mist emanated from his body, like a soft and mysterious veil enveloping him.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the white mist, like an otherworldly immortal, detached from the world; or like the master of heaven and earth, controlling the fate of all things, unafraid of the raging wind.

The cold wind, like a pack of ferocious wolves baring their fangs, pounced on Shi Feiyang. However, when it touched the white mist emanating from his body, which was caused by the Mingyu Gong, it seemed to have hit an indestructible, invisible wall, dissipating into nothingness and causing him no harm whatsoever.

Shi Feiyang had already undergone countless arduous training sessions, and with the help of the Sunflower Saintess's superior bloodline, coupled with the miraculous blessing of Xu Fu's elixir, he had already achieved the extraordinary and indestructible body of "Vajra".

He has now reached a state of being immune to all poisons and impervious to swords and spears.

This mere cold wind was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him; how could it possibly harm him in the slightest, shake his upright figure like a pine tree, or his fair, jade-like skin and jet-black hair?
Guo Xiangyu felt as if thousands of tiny needles were pricking her cheeks at the same time, and the piercing pain made her furrow her brows.

She turned her head to look at Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of doubt and curiosity. She was about to ask him the reason, but she saw that Shi Feiyang had a handsome face and his fair complexion was not affected by the strong wind, as if he was protected by an invisible shield.

His hair was neatly combed and swayed gently in the wind, making him look like a detached and otherworldly immortal, exuding elegance and composure in every gesture.

Guo Xiangyu grew increasingly puzzled and finally couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, this wind is like a knife cutting our faces. We've been blown about and are in a sorry state, but you sit firmly on your horse, completely still, with not a hair out of place. Does this cold wind have no effect on you? What is the reason for this? I hope you can enlighten me." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with both curiosity about Shi Feiyang and unease in this harsh environment.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. That smile was like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelling the chill in Guo Xiangyu's heart and warming her heart.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, his eyes deep and penetrating, as if they could pierce through the howling wind and see into the endless distance.

He answered irrelevantly, slowly saying, "The Famous Sword Manor is just ahead. I imagine Dugu Yan hasn't returned yet. We might as well disguise ourselves as ordinary men and head to the Famous Sword Manor to take shelter from this storm. We can also find some food and rest properly. Wandering the martial world is like rowing against the current; we need to stop and recharge our strength from time to time to better navigate the waves. However, we must be extremely careful on this trip. Although the Famous Sword Manor isn't a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, it still harbors hidden dangers, so we must not be careless."

His voice was steady and powerful, containing boundless wisdom and composure, yet also subtly revealing his caution about the situation he was about to face.

Upon hearing this, Guo Xiangyu couldn't help but chuckle, a sly glint in her eyes, just like a clever little fox.

She parted her lips slightly and said, "Young master, you killed five of Dugu Yan's sons and tortured Dugu Yan beyond recognition. Now you dare to go to Mingjian Manor? Aren't you afraid that the swordsmen and guards under Dugu Yan's command will recognize you? If your identity is exposed, they will probably tear you to pieces and chop you into mincemeat. This is no joke, young master, you must think twice before you act!"

As she spoke, she gripped the reins tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her eyes filled with deep concern for Shi Feiyang's safety, her gaze seemingly able to protect him completely.

Upon hearing this, Shi Xiong spurred his horse forward swiftly, his agile figure resembling a galloping steed, exuding an indomitable spirit.

His expression was bold as he loudly answered for Shi Feiyang: "Even if our disguise fails and they recognize us, so what? In this vast martial world, how could they possibly be a match for my young master? My young master possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, his fame resounds throughout the martial world, and with a mere gesture, he can change the very fabric of the world. Why would he fear these nameless nobodies! Before my young master, they are nothing but chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable! Since young master has made this decision, he must have a foolproof plan in mind. We only need to steadfastly follow him, what is there to fear!"

With that, he suddenly drew the White Rainbow Sword from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly in the gale.

He swung his sword twice, the wind whistling through the air, splitting the fierce gale in two, displaying his boldness and fearlessness, yet also revealing a resolute determination, as if declaring to the world that they were not afraid of any challenge.

Everyone burst into laughter, their hearty and unrestrained laughter echoing in the gale, as if trying to dispel the biting cold.

Immediately, the group cracked their whips, which drew graceful arcs in the air before falling heavily. They spurred their horses toward the fork in the road, galloping toward the Famous Sword Manor. However, they were completely unaware that they had unknowingly embarked on the salt road.

This salt road was an important passage for various tribes in Ningxia to obtain salt. On ordinary days, caravans came and went in an endless stream, making it a lively and bustling place.

On the wide road, the sounds of horses' hooves, wheels, and merchants' shouts mingled together, creating a bustling scene of everyday life. Those shouts were like a vibrant symphony playing along this salt road.

However, when Shi Feiyang and his group reached the middle of the salt road, they were blocked by Li Yuanbo, Li Yebo, Li Shenbo, and Li Zhibo, fierce generals of the Hake tribe, as well as a group of ferocious soldiers.

The soldiers of the Hak tribe had set up numerous checkpoints along the salt road. Flags fluttered at the checkpoints, shaking in the strong wind like hideous ghost faces, exuding endless gloom and terror.

The soldiers, weapons gleaming coldly, stared menacingly at passersby and caravans, their eyes filled with greed and ferocity, like a pack of hungry wolves ready to pounce on their prey and tear it apart.

They arbitrarily levied exorbitant taxes on passing caravans, and if anyone refused, they would beat them up and even frequently rob their goods, their behavior was extremely heinous.

The caravan members dared not speak out in anger and could only silently endure it. This has shrouded the once prosperous salt route in a terrifying shadow, its former liveliness and vitality gone, replaced by oppression and fear.

At this moment, a caravan of镖车 (escort wagons) came to a steady stop in front of the checkpoint. The large flags on the caravans fluttered wildly in the wind, and the two characters "常威" (Changwei) embroidered on the flags were particularly eye-catching. It was the Changwei镖局 (Escort Agency) that had come from the Central Plains.

Chief镖头 Chang Wei, though over fifty years old, is still vigorous and upright, standing tall like a pine tree that has weathered many storms and never fallen.

He was dressed in a gray, close-fitting outfit, the folds of which crisscrossed like a wordless history book, silently telling the legendary story of his years of wandering the martial world and experiencing countless hardships.

A long sword hung at his waist, its scabbard adorned with exquisite and ancient patterns, exuding the charm of time and whispering tales of past battles. Chang Wei strode steadily toward the Hak tribe at the checkpoint, each step firm and powerful, the dust rising slightly with each step, displaying the seasoned and composed demeanor of a seasoned镖头 (bodyguard/escort).

However, the Li Yuanbo brothers of the Hak tribe looked at them with disdain, as if they were looking at a group of insignificant ants.

Li Yuanbo's lips curled into a sinister, twisted smile, a smile that seemed to crawl out of the depths of hell, radiating a chilling aura: "Brothers, charge! These Central Plains people dare to try to take a shortcut through the salt road without paying salt taxes. Today we'll show them the might of our Hake tribe! We'll make them understand that this salt road is not a place where they can run rampant! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!" His voice was sharp and fierce, howling in the wind like a death warrant.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of fierce soldiers, like a surging tide, rushed towards Chang Wei and his men.

The weapons in their hands gleamed with a chilling light under the dim sky, and the shouts of battle were deafening, as if they would shake the heavens and earth apart. In an instant, the entire salt road seemed to be plunged into a human catastrophe.

Seeing this, Chang Wei was filled with rage, like a volcano about to erupt, its fury burning fiercely in his chest. He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist with lightning speed.

The flash of the blade, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, instantly illuminated the dim salt road.

He shouted, "Brothers, charge! As镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), our job is to ensure the safety of this journey. We cannot let these barbarians succeed! Today, we will show them that the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world are not to be trifled with! This is a battle to the death; the brave will prevail when paths cross!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, echoing in the gale and stirring the blood in everyone's hearts.

After saying that, Chang Wei displayed the "Qimen Three Talents Saber Technique," a unique skill that he had relied on to make a name for himself after years of wandering the martial arts world.

He was agile and nimble, like a cheetah moving freely through the mountains and forests, every movement full of the beauty of power and speed.

His swordsmanship was exquisite; each strike was accompanied by a whistling sound, so sharp it seemed capable of cleaving the biting wind in two. The flashing blades resembled silver crescent moons, tracing deadly arcs through the air.

A group of bodyguards also drew their weapons and fought alongside Chang Wei.

Some of them held long spears, their tips gleaming coldly; others wielded two swords, their movements swift and agile.

Their figures appeared even more resolute in the fierce wind, working closely together like an unbreakable wall, firmly guarding their dignity and mission, protecting the caravan, and safeguarding the honor of the Central Plains martial arts world.

The gale continued to rage along the salt road, like a tireless beast roaring incessantly.

The stench of blood permeated the air, growing stronger and stronger, like a thick layer of gloom weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The four Li Yuanbo brothers were like four demons crawling out of the deepest part of hell, exuding a chilling aura of evil.

Each of them held a weapon in both hands. One hand gripped a serrated golden knife, its serrations gleaming coldly in the dim light, like a row of ferocious fangs, ready to tear apart the flesh of their enemies at any moment. The other held a sharp black sword, its blade like a deep, unfathomable pool, concealing endless killing intent. They unleashed the bizarre and unparalleled "Yin-Yang Reversal Sword Technique," a strange and bizarre martial art secretly passed down by the Hak tribe. When sword and saber techniques were used simultaneously, they combined strength and gentleness, yin and yang, creating a truly fantastical and unpredictable style that was dazzling and impossible to defend against.

Whenever swords and sabers are used in chaotic combat, the black sword, which is usually as gentle as water, is now as if it has been infused with violent power by an ancient demon god. It slashes and chops fiercely with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, instantly transforming into an extremely fierce saber technique. Each strike causes the air to vibrate. Meanwhile, the golden saber changes its usual style, thrusting, parrying, and slicing, all following the light and agile path of a single sword. The saber becomes a sword, and the sword becomes a saber, changing so strangely that it is hard to fathom.

The flashing blades and intertwined swords resembled lightning streaking across the night sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The moment the two sides clashed, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, putting Chang Wei and his men at a significant disadvantage. Within three moves, the four brothers, Li Yuanbo, Li Yebo, Li Shenbo, and Li Zhibo, using their extremely unpredictable swordsmanship and saber techniques, moved like ghosts to close in on the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort).

Chang Wei felt a cold light flash before his eyes, like clusters of icy flames. Before he could make an effective defense, a sharp pain came from his arm, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing him at the same time.

He let out a muffled groan, a low and suppressed sound, as if struck deep into the soul by a heavy hammer. Blood gushed from his arm, the crimson blood instantly staining his sleeve, standing out starkly in the cold wind, like a blood-red flower blooming in the dead of winter.

Immediately afterwards, the four men seized the opportunity, their weapons gleaming coldly, and slashed at the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) like hungry wolves.

In an instant, screams erupted, the sounds shrill and desperate, like the wails of ghosts and wolves, never ceasing. Blood splattered, drawing horrifying streaks in the air, like twisted red ribbons.

Pools of crimson blood quickly pooled on the ground, steaming in the cold wind. The steam mingled with the stench of blood, spreading throughout the air. The scene was extremely gruesome and bloody; the salt road seemed to have become a living hell, filled with death and fear.

Guo Xiangyu was galloping along the salt road when the gale, like an ancient beast breaking free from its seal, roared wildly, making her clothes flutter wildly, like a black battle flag waving in the wind, and her hair danced wildly like black snakes.

Suddenly, Guo Xiangyu looked up and saw the bloody and chaotic scene before her. Her heart jolted, as if struck by a thunderbolt carrying the power to destroy the world. It was as if an invisible hand from the deepest hell had gripped her heart, causing her to catch her breath. Her beautiful eyes widened, her pupils, which were like the most brilliant stars in the night sky, were now filled with anxiety and shock.

Guo Xiangyu exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Chang? It really is my Uncle Chang!" Her voice was high-pitched and sharp, filled with endless concern and anxiety, like a sharp arrow that pierced straight through everything in the gale and carried far and wide.

In the blink of an eye, Guo Xiangyu acted without hesitation, her delicate body moving like a light and agile swallow darting through the wind and rain, instantly leaping off her horse.

Her graceful figure in the air resembled a black flower blooming proudly in the storm, yet facing its devastation. Every movement was full of rhythm and beauty, and also conveyed the courage to face death.

At the same time, her slender hand moved with lightning speed, drawing a bamboo knife mid-air. The bamboo knife gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, like a black lightning bolt, carrying boundless momentum as it swiftly slashed towards Li Yuanbo.

She brandished her bamboo sword, unleashing the "Qimen Three Talents Sword Technique," a unique skill of her sect. The sword flashed, accompanied by a whistling sound, each strike resembling a cold moon, radiating a chilling aura.

Li Yuanbo was engrossed in slaughtering the people from Changwei Escort Agency, his heart filled with the thrill of killing. He seemed to be possessed by a demon, immersed in this bloody revelry.

Suddenly, he saw the beautiful Guo Xiangyu flying towards him, and a lewd and greedy light flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing a plump lamb, drooling with desire, his eyes seeming to want to strip Guo Xiangyu's clothes off in an instant.

A lewd smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile like the whisper of a devil, exuding a nauseating aura: "Oh! Where did this little virgin fly from? How wonderful! I've been wandering this world for so long, braving wind and rain, and I've never seen such a beautiful little virgin. Hehe, little virgin, tonight you'll obediently submit to Brother Li and accompany me into that gentle paradise. I guarantee you'll be in heaven."

Having said that, he gripped the serrated gold knife and the sharp black sword tightly in both hands, a smile on his face, seemingly very relaxed as he approached Guo Xiangyu. However, his eyes revealed a fierce and cruel intent, as if he were about to devour Guo Xiangyu alive at any moment. His heart was truly despicable.

As soon as the two clashed, Li Yuanbo unleashed his unpredictable "Yin-Yang Reversal Sword Technique".

He wielded his swords in a dazzling display of skill, combining strength and grace with ever-changing techniques, leaving the audience breathless.

In an instant, the flashes of swords and the interplay of light resembled lightning streaking across the night sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The serrated golden knife was swung with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, each swing seemingly tearing the air apart and emitting a piercing whistle; while the sharp black sword was like a serpent emerging from its hole, cunning and ruthless, stabbing at Guo Xiangyu from all unexpected angles, so fast that it was impossible to defend against.

Guo Xiangyu was secretly alarmed upon seeing this, but she was not afraid at all.

She gritted her teeth, let out a sharp cry, and unleashed the "Heavenly Rush" technique from the "Three Talents of Qimen Swordsmanship" in her hand. She raised the bamboo sword high, carrying immense force, and slashed down fiercely towards Li Yuanbo's head. The wind from the sword howled, as if it were about to cleave a crack in the sky.

Li Yuanbo sneered and parried upwards with his serrated gold knife. With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere. Guo Xiangyu felt her arm tremble, and a powerful force rebounded, almost causing her to drop the bamboo knife from her hand.

However, Guo Xiangyu did not back down. She turned around like a black whirlwind, and with the bamboo knife in her hand, she drew an arc and used the "Earth Crack" technique to cut straight at Li Yuanbo's waist.

Li Yuanbo quickly dodged to the side, his sharp black sword flashing like a venomous snake's tongue as he aimed for Guo Xiangyu's throat. Guo Xiangyu's eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent. She swiftly twirled her bamboo knife, skillfully deflecting the black sword, and simultaneously launched a flying kick towards Li Yuanbo's chest.

Li Yuanbo remained calm, brandishing his golden saber to block Guo Xiangyu's kick. Then, he unleashed a barrage of swords and blades, attacking Guo Xiangyu's vital points relentlessly. Meanwhile, the sounds of battle cries filled the air as the bodyguards and soldiers of the Hak tribe continued their fierce fighting.

Blood splattered, drawing shocking streaks in the air. Pools of crimson blood had already accumulated on the ground, steaming in the gale, and the stench of blood filled the air, making people nauseous.

Although the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) of Changwei镖局 (escort agency) fought hard, they gradually lost ground under the siege of the Hak tribe. People kept screaming and falling down, and the scene was too gruesome to bear.

The battle between Guo Xiangyu and Li Yuanbo intensified, with both sides exchanging blows and refusing to give an inch.

Guo Xiangyu used the exquisite "Qimen Sancai Saber Technique" to defuse Li Yuanbo's fierce attacks time and time again, but Li Yuanbo's "Yin-Yang Reversal Saber Technique" was too strange, and Guo Xiangyu gradually felt that she was losing her strength.

Her clothes were torn in several places, and her hair was becoming increasingly disheveled, but her eyes grew more determined, and she had only one thought in her mind: she must save Master Chang and kill these villains.

Seeing Guo Xiangyu's tenacity, Li Yuanbo couldn't help but feel annoyed.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he swung his sword and knives even more wildly, his moves becoming increasingly ruthless.

He unleashed a move from the "Yin-Yang Reversal" technique, where the golden saber and black sword instantly swapped moves. The originally fierce golden saber became light and unpredictable, while the black sword, with overwhelming force, slashed fiercely at Guo Xiangyu.

Guo Xiangyu was unable to dodge in time and was slashed on the shoulder by the black sword. The blood instantly stained her clothes, which looked particularly glaring in the cold wind.

But Guo Xiangyu did not back down. Enduring the pain, she let out a sharp cry and unleashed the ultimate move of the "Three Talents Sword Technique," "Three Talents Return to One," from her bamboo sword. The sword light surged, completely enveloping her figure as she attacked Li Yuanbo with all her might. In an instant, swordplay clashed, the two figures appearing and disappearing amidst the bloody battle, making it impossible to discern who had the upper hand.

Guo Xiangyu felt a cold light flashing before her eyes, like countless icy lightning bolts crisscrossing in front of her. The wind howled, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves. Every defense was extremely dangerous, as if she was walking on a tightrope between life and death. If she was not careful, she would fall into an abyss of no return.

Her forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, which rolled down her fair cheeks like beads from a broken string, leaving glistening marks on her slightly pale face.

She was drenched in cold sweat, her clothes were soaked through and clung to her body, outlining her delicate yet trembling figure. Under the dual pressure of the raging wind and the enemy, she appeared increasingly disheveled.

She inwardly groaned, yet refused to give in, clenching her teeth, a defiant blush rising on her cheeks. She swung the bamboo knife with increasing ferocity, the blade whistling sharply as it sliced ​​through the air, desperately trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Each swing of her knife, the flash of light carrying with it her yearning for life and her anger towards the wicked.

The gale continued to howl wildly along the salt road, like a raging ancient beast, stirring up dust and blood on the ground.

Dust and blood mingled and filled the air, forming a nauseating blood mist that emitted a strong, pungent stench, as if to dye everything in the world a terrifying red.

The entire salt road seemed to have become a living hell, filled with the atmosphere of death and despair. The bodies of the镖师 (bodyguards) and soldiers of the Hak tribe lay scattered on the ground, with severed limbs strewn everywhere. Crimson blood pooled in the low-lying areas, rippling slightly in the gale, reflecting the cruel battlefield.

Shi Feiyang and the others witnessed this scene, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes. Their eyes were fixed on the two sides fighting, like the sharpest eagle eyes in the night sky, not missing any detail. They were also extremely concerned about Guo Xiangyu's safety.

He thought to himself, "These bandits from the Hak tribe are so fierce and brutal. If we don't subdue them today, there will never be peace on this salt route, and the people will suffer greatly. Miss Xiangyu is in danger; how can I stand idly by?"

He clenched his fist slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and he exuded an invisible aura of dominance, an aura that seemed to materialize and ripple around him.

At this moment, Shi Xiong was like a cheetah poised to pounce, his inner passion burning like a raging fire, unable to contain himself any longer.

He gripped the white rainbow sword bestowed upon him by Shi Feiyang tightly in both hands; the sword still gleamed with a cool luster under the dim sky.

Shi Xiong's eyes gleamed with excitement and fighting spirit, like the brightest star in the night sky. He turned to look at Shi Feiyang and said in a loud and firm voice, "Thank you for bestowing this sword upon me, young master. This sword is incomparably sharp. In today's battle, I will make this White Rainbow Sword drink the blood of the villains and show its full power!"

Having said that, he solemnly drew his sword from its sheath.

The moment the sword was drawn, a flash of cold light appeared, as if a bolt of lightning had instantly ripped through the dull night sky, its dazzling light catching everyone's eye.

The sword gleamed coldly, and its clear, melodious ringing sounded particularly loud on the howling wind along the salt road.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Xiong's figure was like a white shooting star, with an indomitable momentum, as he leaped off his horse.

He moved with agility and fluidity in the air, like an eagle soaring freely in the sky, displaying a heroic spirit.

He gripped his sword in mid-air and unleashed a move from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" technique: "Green Peak Cuts the Face."

In an instant, his sword trembled violently, the tip of the sword becoming a sharp, cyan blade, carrying a fierce wind that seemed capable of cleaving the air, and piercing straight towards his target, Li Yuanbo.

The white rainbow sword streaked through the air, leaving a faint trail, like a shooting star across the sky—fleeting yet unforgettable.

The air itself was cleaved open by the sword, creating an invisible crack and hissing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Xiong unleashed another move, "Fleeting Light," which shot towards Li Yuanbo like a dazzling streak of light, carrying unparalleled speed and power.

This move was as fast as lightning, so fast that it was impossible to keep up. In the blink of an eye, the sword was already upon Li Yuanbo. The light on the sword's blade shone brightly on the dim salt road.

Then, Shi Xiong unleashed his deadly technique, "Godslayer and Buddha Destroyer." At this moment, his eyes were filled with determination and ruthlessness, like a god of death from hell, ready to eradicate all evil in the world.

He swung his sword and struck with all his might, pouring all his strength into this single strike.

His arm muscles were taut, veins bulging, as he concentrated all his strength into this one sword strike.

These three moves were executed in one smooth motion, as if flowing through clouds and water, and were incredibly powerful.

Li Yuanbo thought he had the victory in the bag and was reveling in the thrill of slaughtering the Changwei Escort Agency members when he was surprised by Shi Xiong's sudden and fierce attack, which struck him like a heavy hammer.

He couldn't dodge in time. With a muffled "thud," a bloody gash appeared on his chest, blood gushing out like a mountain stream, quickly staining his clothes red. Immediately afterward, a gash was slashed open on his shoulder, the flesh torn open, a gruesome sight. His back was also cleaved severely, the wound so deep that bone was visible, exposing the stark white flesh.

Not only that, Shi Xiong's sword also shaved off half of his hair, the severed hair flying wildly in the wind like fallen leaves, making him look extremely disheveled. However, Shi Xiong's skill was ultimately still shallow; although these three moves injured Li Yuanbo, they failed to kill him.

Despite being injured, Li Yuanbo continued to fight tenaciously, his eyes flashing with hatred.

He endured the excruciating pain, and once again wielded his serrated gold knife and sharp black sword, the blade flashing and carrying a frenzied aura as he counterattacked Shi Xiong. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and a ferocious grin spread across his face.

However, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen remained aloof, observing with a detached yet all-knowing wisdom, quietly waiting for his opportunity on this chaotic and bloody salt road. His keen eyes were like the sharpest eagle's eye in the night sky, not missing a single detail.

Finally, he seized this excellent opportunity and decided to lend Shi Xiong a helping hand.

He used the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill," his movements as light as willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze, delicate yet agile, as if he could be blown about by the breeze at will, yet always following his own trajectory; he was also like a wisp of smoke rising from the sky, ethereal and elusive, as if he had merged into the world, making it difficult for anyone to catch his trace.

Taking advantage of Li Yuanbo's extreme anger and unsteady steps after being injured, he suddenly soared into the air, just like a hawk spreading its wings and flying high, with an indomitable momentum, and his movements were swift and precise.

In an instant, the silken net in his hand shot out like a silver lightning bolt. The net unfurled rapidly in mid-air, resembling a giant curtain descending from the sky, gleaming with a cold light, and precisely enveloped Li Yuanbo within it.

This net is meticulously woven from silkworm silk, making it incredibly strong, with each thread containing immense power.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Wen exerted force with his arms, his muscles tensed, and his veins bulged, like winding little snakes, and he lifted Li Yuanbo steadily into the air as if he were a chick.

Trapped within the silken net, Li Yuanbo was filled with shock and rage, like a ferocious beast cornered in a desperate situation. He struggled frantically, swinging his ordinary iron knife with a whooshing sound, each swing filled with despair and fury as he wildly hacked at the silken net.

However, this celestial silkworm net was incredibly tough, far beyond what his ordinary iron knife could cut through. The more frantically he struggled, the tighter the celestial silkworm net bound him, the strands of silk digging deep into his skin like sharp blades.

His body was soon covered in bloodstains, and bright red blood dripped down his body, scattering blood rain in the gale, mixing with the blood on the ground, making him look particularly miserable.

The blood rain was scattered and splashed in the gale, like blooming blood flowers, making the brutal battle even more terrifying.

(End of this chapter)