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

Chapter 271. Cleverly Entering a Secluded Chamber to Seize Treasures, Wisely Concealing One's Form to Avoid Disaster

Bathed in the early morning sun, the courtyard of Mingjian Manor should have exuded tranquility and peace, with sunlight gently spilling onto the bluestone ground and draping the surrounding scenery in a golden veil. However, this peace was shattered in an instant by a sudden change.

Then came the swordsmen Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, and Li Yuanyou, all looking panicked and staggering as they rushed over.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their bodies and outlining their disheveled figures. Their hair was messy and flew wildly, as if they were trapped beasts that had just struggled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood after a fierce battle.

Li Yuannai looked flustered and rushed to Dugu Chang's side in a few steps.

His breathing was disordered, his voice rapid and trembling, like a candle flickering in the cold wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment, filled with undisguised terror: "Young Master, disaster is imminent! That Yang Hui is actually Shi Feiyang, the very person who committed the blood feud against your five brothers! Young Master, look, this is the Green Forest Token issued by the Beggars' Sect. The person depicted on it is a carbon copy of Yang Hui! Rumor has it that he also carries Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual. Young Master, if we can kill Shi Feiyang and seize these rare treasures, we can embark together on the long-awaited path to immortality, living forever and roaming the martial world!"

As he spoke, he handed the portrait to Dugu Chang with both hands. His hands trembled violently with excitement, as if he were holding not a portrait, but a rare key that could unlock the door to immortality and control endless power.

Upon hearing Li Yuannai's words, Dugu Chang felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and instantly froze on the spot.

His eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief, like two beads about to pop out of their sockets, staring intently at Li Yuannai, as if trying to find a trace of a joke on the other's face.

However, Li Yuannai's tense, trembling face and anxious eyes forced him to accept this cruel reality.

Dugu Chang's breathing suddenly became rapid, his chest heaving violently, emitting heavy panting sounds, like a ferocious beast on the verge of despair. Veins bulged on his forehead, each one like a winding little snake, and sweat poured out like beans, sliding down his cheeks, which were flushed red with anger, and dripping onto the bluestone ground beneath his feet.

"What? What did you say?!" Finally, Dugu Chang cried out in shock, his voice sharp and mournful, like the desperate cry of an owl in a desolate wilderness, filled with endless shock and anger. It pierced the originally peaceful morning air and echoed in the courtyard of Mingjian Manor, startling the surrounding birds into fluttering and taking flight.

This shout exhausted all his strength, and after shouting, his throat felt as if it were being burned by fire, dry and painful.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the muscles in his arms tense and trembling slightly.

Suddenly, like a mad beast, he snatched the portrait from Li Yuannai's hand with lightning speed.

In his haste and with excessive force, a sharp "ripping" sound was heard, and the portrait was torn to shreds.

He seemed oblivious, his eyes wide open and bloodshot, staring intently at the two halves of the portrait. His gaze held a deep-seated hatred for Shi Feiyang, regret for being kept in the dark, and heartache for missing out on such rare treasures as Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual.

At that moment, it felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his heart, and the pain and anger intertwined, almost causing him to lose his mind.

"It really is him! That Shi Feiyang, that bastard!" He first muttered in a low voice, a chilling aura emanating from the deepest hell. Then, the muttering instantly transformed into an angry roar, a sound like the fury of a colossal beast from the ancient primordial era, shaking the surrounding air, stirring up dust on the ground, and causing the doors and windows of the manor to hum.

The leaves rustled down from the trees, and even nature trembled at his rage. "Today, I will make him pay for his crimes in blood, tear him to pieces, and avenge my five brothers!" he roared, waving the half-portrait in his hand. His body swayed violently with rage, threatening to collapse at any moment, but he held on, standing firmly with the help of his intense hatred.

He then took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. However, the flames of hatred burned fiercely within him, showing no signs of abating. He slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a chilling killing intent, like will-o'-the-wisps in a cold night.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and with a "whoosh," drew the sword from its sheath.

The sword gleamed with a cold, icy light in the sunlight, much like his heart, now filled with hatred and greed.

The sword trembled slightly, as if excited about the impending slaughter, or perhaps responding to the endless killing intent in its master's heart.

Dugu Chang gripped his sword tightly, his arm exerting slight force, the tip pointing to the sky, declaring his determination for revenge to Shi Feiyang, and swearing to the heavens that he would surely put Shi Feiyang to death today.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanxiu was also extremely anxious, his face full of worry. He hurriedly said, "Young Master, I will go and gather the best men in the manor to tear this villain to pieces!"

Having said that, without waiting for Dugu Chang's reply, he turned and dashed off like an arrow, shouting all the way: "Everyone, come quickly! Yang Hui is Shi Feiyang, the murderer who harmed the five young masters! Let's join forces, kill this villain, and seize Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual. Such rare treasures should be shared by everyone!"

Its sharp sound, like a dagger, echoed back and forth within the villa, startling the birds perched on the branches into fluttering wings and scattering in all directions.

In an instant, the entire Mingjian Manor, like a calm lake tossed with a boulder, erupted into chaos.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their expressions shifting from initial astonishment to greed.

The greed lurking in human nature was like a powder keg that had been lit, exploding instantly. In the blink of an eye, swords flashed and shadows danced as everyone drew their knives, swords, halberds, and axes. The flashing cold light was like twinkling stars, yet it was filled with deadly killing intent.

Like a surging tide, the crowd rushed frantically towards Shi Feiyang's room, their footsteps chaotic and hurried, kicking up clouds of dust. The scene resembled a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, filled with boundless greed and murderous intent, ready to devour Shi Feiyang alive.

Upon seeing this, Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, Li Yuanyou, and others drew their swords from their backs.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and a murderous aura filled the air. They shouted in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding area. Their shouts were filled with madness and killing intent, like a pack of hungry wolves with bloodshot eyes, rushing madly towards Shi Feiyang's room.

Their footsteps pounded the ground with heavy thuds, as if they were about to crush it; each step was filled with determination and madness.

Chang Wei, Chang Bin, and Li Ye turned pale with fright upon hearing the commotion and shouts of killing.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Chang Wei's forehead and slid down his cheeks. His eyes were filled with fear and hesitation. Faced with this sudden change, he was torn between his conscience and his conscience, unsure whether to uphold his principles or go with the flow.

Chang Bin gripped Li Ye's arm tightly, his hands trembling slightly, his voice trembling with tears: "Husband, what should we do? Let's leave quickly! We can't afford to get involved in this mess!"

Li Ye was also flustered, her eyes filled with fear, nodding repeatedly, her usual composure completely gone.

The three hurriedly woke up the other bodyguards and, moving stealthily like thieves, quietly slipped out of the manor.

Their previous gratitude towards Shi Feiyang, their eagerness to join the Xiong Ying Society, and their vows of eternal loyalty were all forgotten, as if they had never existed, revealing the selfishness and cowardice of human nature.

At this moment, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, his pageboy Shi Xiong, and the "Bamboo Knife" beauty Guo Xiangyu seemed to descend from the heavens, flying back towards the Famous Sword Manor. Sunlight shone on Guo Xiangyu, outlining her exquisite figure. Dressed in flowing white robes, she resembled a fairy descending to earth, breathtakingly beautiful.

Guo Xiangyu, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong looked down from the air and were met with a terrifying scene where swords were drawn and killing intent seemed to permeate the air.

In an instant, all three were shocked. Xie Wen's face was ashen, his eyes filled with worry and vigilance, as if a cataclysmic disaster was looming ahead, capable of destroying everything. His entire body tensed up because of the tense situation, his hands clenched unconsciously, and every muscle was poised to unleash its power in preparation for the impending crisis.

Shi Xiong clenched his fists tightly. His still-childish face was filled with determination and resolve. He secretly vowed in his heart that he would fight with all his might to protect Shi Feiyang. His small body seemed to contain endless courage.

The moment Guo Xiangyu saw this scene, her beautiful eyes widened instantly, as if two clear springs had been stirred by turbulent waves, her eyes filled with anxiety and deep concern.

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand, and a surge of tenderness and worry overwhelmed her completely.

At this moment, only one thought kept swirling in her mind: she must stop this bloody massacre, no matter the cost, to protect Shi Feiyang. To her, Shi Feiyang was no ordinary person, but a dazzling star who, from the moment he appeared in her life, illuminated her entire world, making it vibrant and colorful.

If Shi Feiyang were to meet with misfortune, the world would be plunged into eternal darkness for her, devoid of any light, and her world would completely collapse.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her dress tightly, which crumpled into a ball under her fingertips, which turned white from the force, as if she were clinging to her last hope.

Her breathing quickened, each breath trembling, as if her heart itself trembled violently with each breath. Looking down at the scene of the impending fierce battle, she felt as if her heart was suspended above an abyss, teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to plunge into the endless darkness at any moment.

She called out Shi Feiyang's name in her heart, a call that carried her entire soul, each utterance filled with deep affection. She longed to fly to his side immediately, to shield him tightly behind her with her frail yet resolute body.

At this moment, Guo Xiangyu was like a wounded but still stubbornly protecting her mate, exuding an aura of recklessness. For Shi Feiyang, she was fearless of any danger, and even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, she would rush forward without hesitation.

She, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong quickly leaped down, their figures as swift as lightning, and rushed towards Shi Feiyang's room.

At this critical moment, she hoped that an angel would descend, bringing light and hope, and save the terrible crisis in time.

Her eyes were filled with determination, and her mind was filled with only Shi Feiyang's image. She kept repeating to herself, "Young master, wait for me. I will definitely protect you and I will never let you get hurt. You are the light in my life, and I am willing to give everything for you, even my life."

Dugu Chang, Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, Li Yuanyou, and others all glared angrily, their eyes seemingly spitting fire, their faces filled with rage and impatience, like a pack of enraged wolves.

They gripped their swords and knives tightly, the weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight, eager to drink the blood of their enemies. Suddenly, Dugu Chang kicked Shi Feiyang's door with a powerful, furious blow, like a sledgehammer striking. A deafening crash, like a thunderclap, echoed through the manor as the door slammed to the ground, sending dust billowing into the air.

However, the room was empty; there wasn't a trace of Shi Feiyang. Everyone froze, exchanging bewildered glances. Their eyes held both shock at Shi Feiyang's sudden disappearance and resentment at their plan's failure.

"Where is he? Shi Feiyang isn't here!" Dugu Chang's brows furrowed, like two small mountains pressing down on each other. He roared angrily, his voice filled with disbelief, like a ferocious beast that had been provoked but had missed its target, letting out a desperate roar in the empty courtyard.

His roar echoed throughout the villa, startling the birds in the trees into taking flight.

Li Yuanshun's mind raced, a flash of inspiration striking his dim thoughts. He suddenly roared, "Let's go find that old dog Chang Wei! He might know Shi Feiyang's whereabouts. That old scoundrel has close ties with Shi Feiyang; they must be in cahoots." A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he became convinced that Chang Wei was the key to solving the mystery, a glint as greedy and cruel as a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

Li Yuannai roared, "Hmph, Shi Feiyang may be able to escape, but he can't hide. He must still be in this manor. We must find him, tear him to pieces, and avenge our fallen brothers!"

He brandished his broadsword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, mirroring his icy, murderous heart. Each swing of the broadsword created a whistling sound in the wind.

At this moment, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen reacted extremely quickly. His eyes were sharp, like the eyes of an eagle in the night sky, and he immediately saw the urgency of the situation.

He knew full well that if they were to engage in a fierce battle at this moment, they would have no chance of winning.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong. His movements were swift and powerful, like an eagle swooping down on its prey, carrying an undeniable decisiveness. His large, strong hands gripped their arms tightly, conveying a reassuring strength.

Immediately, he used the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill," and his figure instantly became as light as catkins, as if a willow catkin was gently lifted by a breeze, carrying Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong into the air and flying towards the sky.

His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

In the blink of an eye, it blended into the blue sky and white clouds, cleverly avoiding the impending bitter, fierce, and bloody battle.

So, where did Shi Feiyang go? It turns out that the moment Li Yuannai identified him as Shi Feiyang, a thought flashed through Shi Feiyang's mind. Knowing he couldn't stay any longer, he quickly slipped out the window.

At this moment, the villa was in complete chaos.

The shouts and footsteps of the crowd mingled together, like a pot of boiling water, creating a deafening clamor.

Shi Feiyang moved with lightning speed through the chaotic manor, his figure flashing past like a streak of white light. His target was singular—the secret chamber of Dugu Yan, the master of Mingjian Manor. He knew perfectly well that this chamber held countless riches and provisions for Mingjian Manor, and this was the true reason he had come to rest there. He intended to "cut off their supply lines," taking away the wealth and provisions of Mingjian Manor, which had always considered him an enemy, so that they would never again dare to gather so many guests so easily, nor would they dare to plot against him, Shi Feiyang.

This was the perfect opportunity for Shi Feiyang to carry out his plan. While Dugu Chang and all the swordsmen were searching for him, he took advantage of this rare moment to quietly sneak towards Dugu Yan's secret chamber.

The secret room was located deep within the manor, surrounded by traps and mechanisms, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.

But Shi Feiyang was highly skilled and daring. With his keen observation and superb martial arts, he cleverly avoided one trap after another.

Each step was precise and light, like a nimble raccoon dog.

His footsteps were as light as a feather, making almost no sound, and his eyes were focused and firm, always alert to the movement around him.

Finally, he arrived at the entrance to the secret chamber. Two massive stone doors stood closed, their surfaces covered in mysterious runes, exuding an ancient and majestic aura. The runes seemed to emanate a mysterious power from antiquity, radiating a light that inspired awe.

Shi Feiyang stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and sensed the secrets and wealth hidden behind the stone door.

Shi Feiyang stood at the entrance of the secret room, the surrounding air seemingly frozen by his heavy aura.

He took a deep breath, his breath long and steady, drawing in all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Immediately, he circulated his powerful internal energy and unleashed the legendary "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" skill, which was renowned throughout the martial arts world.

His hands moved like phantoms, fluid and powerful, with an indescribable rhythm. A faint golden light emanated from his palms, a light that seemed to come from ancient, mysterious power, carrying a powerful aura that could dispel all darkness in the world.

As he moved, the tightly closed stone door slowly trembled, emitting a deep, rumbling sound, like the angry roar of an ancient beast awakening from its slumber. Dust fell from the stone door, shimmering like dancing stars in the golden light.

The stone door slowly opened, and a musty and decaying smell rushed out, as if a history sealed for many years had been unveiled in an instant.

Shi Feiyang looked closely and saw that behind the secret room was a huge cave.

Inside the cave, dappled light and shadow created a mysterious atmosphere.

Piles of money and grain came into view, with bags of grain neatly stacked like a formation of soldiers waiting to go to war, showcasing the former rich heritage of Mingjian Manor.

Chests of gold and silver jewels gleamed with a dazzling light that stung the eyes, proclaiming the allure of wealth.

On the weapon racks, all kinds of weapons were displayed, swords, spears, halberds, and daggers standing tall, their cold light gleaming, as if whispering of past killings and conflicts; there were also countless bows and arrows and hidden weapons, their arrowheads and tips flashing with a chilling killing intent, making one shudder.

Shi Feiyang was overjoyed, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he swiftly retrieved the deerskin pouch, invisible to ordinary people, from his waist. This seemingly ordinary pouch, with its rough texture and dull color, actually contained a magical power and possessed limitless space.

Shi Feiyang circulated his true energy, injecting that magical power into the deerskin bag.

Suddenly, the mouth of the deerskin bag slowly opened, like a greedy maw, emitting a powerful suction force.

Money, provisions, and weapons flew up, tracing arcs through the air as they flew into the deerskin bags, as if drawn by an invisible force. Bags of grain, chests of treasure, and weapons were continuously sucked into the deerskin bags.

The scene was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

Shi Feiyang stood to the side, his eyes focused and determined, staring intently at the deerskin bag. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, a smile that carried confidence and pride.

He secretly pondered, "As long as I take all this money, provisions, and weapons, Mingjian Manor will be severely weakened, like a tree with its roots severed, no longer able to pose a threat to me. From now on, in the martial world, I, Shi Feiyang, will have one less formidable enemy." In this secret room, Shi Feiyang methodically implemented his plan to undermine their foundation. Meanwhile, Mingjian Manor was still in chaos, with shouts and footsteps mingling together. Dugu Chang, Li Yuannai, and Li Yuanshun were still unaware that Shi Feiyang was launching a fatal attack on their foundation, and were still frantically searching for Shi Feiyang's whereabouts, bumping around like headless flies.

In the sky, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen used the "Flying Willow Catkins and Light Smoke Skill," his figure as light as willow catkins in the wind, as ethereal as wisps of smoke, freely shuttling between the blue sky and white clouds.

He held Guo Xiangyu steadily with one hand and gripped Shi Xiong tightly with the other, rapidly traversing the high sky.

At this moment, the sky was a clear, deep blue, and the clouds floated gently like cotton candy, pure white and flawless, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

The bloodshed and chaos within the Famous Sword Manor below stood in stark contrast to the tranquil sky. Inside the manor, dust swirled, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and the glint of swords flashed—a scene of utter chaos.

Xie Wen's face was solemn, as if shrouded in frost, and his eyes were piercing.

His sharp eyes kept a close watch on the movements below as he explained to the two of them in a low voice, steady and powerful, like a resounding bell: "Don't be impulsive. How could our Grand Master be in danger? Since the founding of the Xiong Ying Society, we have gone through countless battles and storms. When have we ever been able to defeat the Grand Master? The Grand Master is so powerful and resourceful; how could such petty people easily outwit him? Look, Dugu Chang and his gang are still searching the manor like headless flies for the Grand Master's whereabouts. They couldn't even catch the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) Chang Wei. This shows that there were signs of trouble beforehand. The Grand Master and the old镖头 Chang probably foresaw this and quietly left. We just need to remain calm and believe that the Grand Master will definitely turn the situation around."

His gaze was firm, revealing his absolute trust in Shi Feiyang. In this chaotic moment, his words were like a reassuring pill, calming the tense nerves of Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong.

Upon hearing this, Shi Xiong's tense body relaxed slightly, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

He looked down at the chaotic Mingjian Manor below, and the anxiety in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sense of relief.

He nodded heavily, thinking to himself, "What Master Xie said is absolutely right. With such great abilities as the Grand Master, how could he easily fall into enemy hands? I just need to follow Master Xie's instructions and not panic."

However, Guo Xiangyu remained deeply troubled, half-believing and half-doubting. Her beautiful, star-like eyes shimmered with unyielding worry. At this moment, she seemed trapped in a terrible nightmare, unable to escape.

She bit her lower lip slightly and murmured to herself, "Young Master Shi, where are you? I'm so worried that you're still trapped in that dangerous Mingjian Manor. If you're captured by those despicable Dugu Chang and his gang, how will you endure the torture? What will I do then..."

Her voice was as gentle as the warmest spring breeze, lightly brushing past, yet it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, stirring up turbulent waves in Xie Wen and Shi Xiong's hearts.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her dress, her alabaster fingertips turning white from the force, as if she were clutching her last hope. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, each breath trembling, mirroring her anxious and restless heart.

In her heart, Shi Feiyang was no longer an ordinary martial arts hero, but the sunshine in her life, her only warmth and support in this complicated martial arts world.

She closed her eyes, and Shi Feiyang's image involuntarily surfaced in her mind. His dashing figure, resolute gaze, and gentle smile all captivated her. She recalled the afternoon when she first met Shi Feiyang; the sunlight shone on him, outlining his perfect silhouette. At that moment, her heart felt as if it had been gently touched by an invisible hand, and she had never been able to find peace since.

Every time they spent together after that, she carefully treasured every action and every word of Shi Feiyang in her heart, savoring them repeatedly.

Now, the thought that Shi Feiyang might be in danger made her feel as if her heart was being pierced by thousands of tiny needles. The pain spread throughout her body, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She called Shi Feiyang's name again and again in her heart, her voice trembling with sobs: "Young Master Shi, you must be safe and sound, you know? If anything happens to you, there will be no light left in this world for me, and I will lose the courage to continue living..."

Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back. She had to stay awake, keep an eye on the movements below, and hope that Shi Feiyang would appear safely.

Upon hearing this, Xie Wen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. That smile was like frost and snow in the dead of winter, exuding a chilling coldness and disdain for the enemy.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the people frantically searching the manor below. His voice, booming like a bell, echoed in the high sky, carrying a reassuring confidence: "So what if we caught them? These rats on the ground are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of our Grand Master, not worth mentioning. Heh heh, if they really had that ability, how could the Xiong Ying Society be so renowned in the martial world, revered by countless heroes?" In his heart, Shi Feiyang was like a towering, unshakeable mountain, a pillar of the martial world, how could he easily fall to these petty villains?

A short while later, Shi Feiyang stepped out of Dugu Yan's secret chamber. The stone door of the chamber slowly closed behind him, making a dull sound, as if it had shut out a secret that was unknown, mysterious, and full of intrigue.

However, before he could even get a foothold, Dugu Chang, Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, Li Yuanyou, Li Yuanxiu and others surrounded him like a pack of hungry wolves with bloodshot eyes.

Greed and murderous intent gleamed in the crowd's eyes, their gazes like those of hungry wolves eyeing their prey, fierce and eager. They shouted, "That bastard Shi Feiyang is here! Surround him, kill him, and avenge the five young masters of Mingjian Manor!"

The shouts rose and fell, like a surging tide, wave after wave, as if to completely engulf Shi Feiyang.

In an instant, at least a thousand swordsmen came from all directions and swarmed around Shi Feiyang like a tidal wave, surrounding him in layers, so tightly that not even a wisp of wind could get in.

Shi Feiyang neither ran, fled, nor flew; his expression was cold and stern, like an iceberg that had stood for thousands of years.

He coldly addressed the numerous swordsmen who had surrounded him: "Blowing out someone else's lamp won't make you brighter; trying to block someone else's path will only leave you with nowhere to go. I, Shi Feiyang, have always been upright and honest, and have never done anything immoral. You people, who appear respectable and righteous in public, spouting platitudes of benevolence and morality, are actually engaging in despicable acts behind the scenes. You are the scum of the martial world, and all deserve to die. Today, since you despicable scoundrels are forcing me to take action, then I will. But once I do, I show no mercy. Swords have no eyes; those who know what's good for them should leave this wicked den of bandits—the Famous Sword Manor!"

His voice was deep and powerful, like a warning from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling majesty that echoed through the bustling Sword Manor. But what use was Shi Feiyang's warning? No matter how eloquent or philosophical the words, to these swordsmen whose minds were clouded by Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Technique, and whose hearts were filled with greed, it was nothing more than an excuse for Shi Feiyang to escape.

They were like puppets controlled by desire, their eyes fixed only on the illusory dream of immortality and dominating the martial arts world.

Dugu Chang was the first to be attacked. His eyes were wide open in fury, as if they were about to spit fire. The muscles on his face twitched violently with rage, like twisting earthworms. He flicked his longsword and unleashed the "Eight Forms of the Famous Sword." These "Eight Forms of the Famous Sword" were the signature techniques of the Famous Sword Manor. His sword moves were extremely fierce, and the sword shadows flashed like dense shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

Each thrust of his sword was accompanied by a whooshing sound, tearing the air into countless fragments. He unleashed his first move, "Sword Pointing to the Sky," his longsword suddenly pointing straight to the sky, its sword energy crisscrossing and overflowing, as if to summon thunder from the heavens to strike Shi Feiyang.

However, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong was activated in response to the thought. His powerful true energy instantly formed a huge vortex, which spun at high speed, stirring up the surrounding air and creating a powerful airflow.

This current of air was like an invisible hand, forcefully deflecting Dugu Chang's sword.

But Dugu Chang was blinded by hatred and still recklessly used the second move, "Meteor Chasing the Moon." His sword strikes were as swift as a meteor, with an indomitable momentum, aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's throat.

The sword tip gleamed coldly, its chilling aura sending shivers down one's spine. He attacked Shi Feiyang frantically, cursing, "Shi Feiyang, give me back the lives of my five brothers! Hmph! Today is your death day! Prepare to die!"

However, his sword was deflected again by the powerful airflow of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong, only drawing a futile arc in the air.

Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, Li Yuanyou, Li Yuanxiu and others were not to be outdone. They were like a pack of well-trained vicious dogs, frantically attacking Shi Feiyang from the flanks, trying to completely block his retreat.

Each of them wielded a serrated gold knife in one hand and a sharp black sword in the other. When using both swords and saber techniques simultaneously, they combined strength and gentleness, yin and yang, creating a truly fantastical and unpredictable spectacle. The black sword, which was originally light and supple, was now being slashed and hacked fiercely by them. Each swing carried the force of a thousand pounds, and the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered under this powerful force, raising clouds of dust.

The golden knife, however, thrust, parried, and slashed, following the light and agile style of a single sword. Its flashing light resembled twinkling cold stars in the night sky.

As they brandished their weapons, they shouted, "Don't let Shi Feiyang get away! Quickly seize his Xu Fu's Elixir and Sacred Heart Manual! With these treasures, we can dominate the martial arts world, live forever, and enjoy all the glory in the world!"

The voice was filled with greed and madness, like a demon devoured by desire, echoing through the blood-soaked Sword Manor, sending chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang only relied on the true energy of the Mingyu Gong to form an indestructible and powerful vortex around his body, blocking the swords and blades of countless people, and did not take the initiative to fight back.

He looked up at the sky and saw Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Guo Xiangyu all in the air, which put his mind at ease. As long as they were safe and sound, Shi Feiyang had nothing to worry about. At that moment, he slowly took out the Heavenly Frost Blade from the deerskin pouch at his waist, which was invisible to ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)