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

Chapter 272. Xiangyu's heart burns with longing for her beloved; her soaring blade slays a thousand heroes.

This blade had drunk the blood of hundreds of thousands, its surface radiating a chilling aura, as if carrying the resentment of countless wronged souls. Under the sunlight, the blade gleamed with an eerie light. Shi Feiyang gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Frost Blade, a chill spreading through his arm and throughout his body. His eyes grew increasingly cold, determined to slaughter all the bandits before him.

While using the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," Shi Feiyang also used the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" from the "Divine Dragon Claw Divine Skill," coordinating it with the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" of his right hand, and began a fierce counterattack, a fierce attack, and a ruthless assault.

Anyone who dares to anger him, even the King of Heaven himself, will be cut down by his blade.

From the sky, Guo Xiangyu saw the breathtaking scene on the ground in the distance. In an instant, a feeling of burning anxiety overwhelmed her like a surging tide. Her beautiful, star-like eyes widened instantly, as if two blazing flames were burning within them.

The flames were filled with deep worry and anxiety for Shi Feiyang.

Her gaze was fixed on Shi Feiyang's figure, as if everything else in the world had ceased to exist, and he was the only focus of her attention.

"Young Master Shi, run! Young Master, please be careful!" she shouted desperately, her voice sharp and shrill, like a gleaming blade piercing straight through the clouds high in the sky, echoing between heaven and earth.

The sound was like the desperate cry of an owl in the boundless darkness of night, filled with endless sorrow and pain. Each cry was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of those around it and causing them great distress.

As she shouted, her pink eyes suddenly reddened, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

Tears streamed down her fair, jade-like cheeks like pearls from a broken string, quickly soaking her clothes. At this moment, she was completely devoid of her usual poise and composure as a martial arts beauty; her heart and eyes were filled only with worry and longing for Shi Feiyang. She struggled desperately, like a caged bird eager to break free and protect its mate.

Her hands flailed wildly in the air, her slender fingers grasping haphazardly, trying to grasp at any sliver of hope that could save Shi Feiyang from this predicament. Her feet kicked and thrashed, attempting to break free from Xie Wen's tight grip.

She had only one unwavering thought in her mind: to fly to Shi Feiyang's side immediately, fight alongside him, and be with him through thick and thin, no matter what storms awaited them ahead, she would not be afraid.

"Young Master Shi, you must be safe and sound! Do you know that you are the light in my life, my only warm support in this chaotic martial world? If anything happens to you, this world will be like an eternal night for me, without a single ray of light. I would give everything I have to ensure your safety, even my life, I would not hesitate..."

She silently repeated it to herself over and over again, her voice trembling with tears, full of deep affection and unwavering devotion.

Her eyes showed both extreme worry for Shi Feiyang's safety and deep affection and reluctance to part with him.

But Xie Wen knew that going down now would not only be of no help, but might also distract Shi Feiyang and even lead him into an even more dangerous predicament. His face was as solemn as frost, like solid ice in the dead of winter, chilling to the bone.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, as if that single purse could shut out all the worries and anxieties of the world.

He clenched his teeth so tightly it seemed he wanted to crush them all, concentrating all his strength in that single bite—his last line of defense in upholding his beliefs.

He gripped Guo Xiangyu tightly in mid-air, the veins on his arms bulging like writhing snakes, clearly visible under his skin, showing how much strength he was using.

His gaze was as firm as iron as he stared at the chaotic battle below, thinking to himself, "I absolutely cannot let Xiangyu go down to her death. The Grand Master is a peerless warrior; he will surely be safe. I must protect Xiangyu and Shixiong and prevent them from taking any risks that might cause trouble for the Grand Master." His arms, as if forged of steel, gripped Guo Xiangyu tightly, using his own strength to create a safe haven for her.

Seeing this, Shi Xiong was also extremely anxious. He knew Guo Xiangyu's feelings at this moment—a deep concern and worry for Shi Feiyang, like a surging tide that could not be calmed. But he also understood that Guo Xiangyu's martial arts skills were indeed worlds apart from Shi Feiyang's.

If they rush down there rashly, they will not only fail to help Shi Feiyang, but will also become a burden to him, increasing the danger and causing trouble for him.

Without hesitation, he swiftly pressed the "Lingtai" acupoint on Guo Xiangyu's back.

Guo Xiangyu felt a sudden numbness throughout her body, as if she had been struck by a sharp electric current. Her body instantly lost control and she could not move.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and anxiety.

Her eyes conveyed her worry and concern for Shi Feiyang, as she could only watch helplessly as the thrilling battle raged on the ground.

Shi Xiong whispered, “Sister Guo, your martial arts are worlds apart from my young master's. Wouldn't you just be causing him trouble if you went down? We'll stay here, and I'm sure our young master can turn the situation around! He possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, a chivalrous heart, and is blessed with great fortune. How could these petty villains easily shake him?”

His voice was deep and firm, like a resounding bell ringing in Guo Xiangyu's ear, carrying a reassuring power.

His eyes shone with absolute trust in Shi Feiyang. In his heart, Shi Feiyang was like a god, invincible against any difficulty. Meanwhile, the bloody battle on the ground intensified.

Shi Feiyang was surrounded by the crowd, but he showed no fear.

He remained calm and composed, unfazed even by the collapse of Mount Tai before him, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning the surrounding enemy bandits.

He dodged left and right amidst the bandits' attack, his figure as elusive as a ghost.

He unleashed the "Seven Steps of the Dragon," his unique and unparalleled movement technique. His steps were agile and unpredictable, each step carrying a powerful aura that caused the bandits' attacks to repeatedly miss.

The Frostblade in his hand gleamed with a cold light, like the coldest star in the night sky, exuding a deadly aura.

With a single slash, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the dark night sky, carrying earth-shattering power, a human head flew off.

Blood gushed out, drawing a beautiful yet bloody arc in the air, much like the setting sun on the horizon—both poignant and tragic.

Blood splattered on the ground, instantly turning it a deep crimson, a color as beautiful yet deadly as a blooming datura flower.

Facing Dugu Chang's thrusting sword, Shi Feiyang's figure flashed, swift as the wind, disappearing from his spot like a wisp of smoke, easily dodging the fierce attack. At the same time, his right hand formed a claw, unleashing the move "Dragon Battles in the Wild," a grappling and seizing technique from the Divine Dragon Claw skill. The claw shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound, grabbed towards Dugu Chang's wrist, a ruthless and vicious move.

Dugu Chang was shocked. The muscles on his face tensed instantly, like a frozen lake, stiff and terrified.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead and cheeks, soaking his clothes.

He hurriedly withdrew his sword to defend himself, his movements flustered and hurried, his long sword swinging wildly in his hand as he tried to block Shi Feiyang's deadly claw.

Just as he withdrew his sword, one of the people next to him was unable to dodge in time and had his throat ripped open by Shi Feiyang.

The man clutched his throat with both hands, trying to scream but unable to make a sound; only gurgling noises escaped his throat, like a trapped beast with its fate choked. Blood gushed from between his fingers, like a crimson spring, flowing endlessly.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair. His body slowly collapsed, his eyes gradually lost their light, and he died tragically on the spot.

Meanwhile, the more than a thousand swordsmen of Mingjian Manor have gone mad in their quest to seize Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Manual.

Their eyes gleamed with greed, like a pack of hungry wolves consumed by desire, searching for prey in the darkness.

They shouted, "Xu Fu's elixir is mine, and the Sacred Heart Manual is mine too! Nobody can take it from me!"

The sounds rose and fell, intertwining like a frenzied symphony. They brandished their weapons, swords flashing, and pounced madly on Shi Feiyang, completely disregarding their own safety, knowing that as long as they obtained those two treasures, they could control everything in the world.

In the spacious courtyard of the Famous Sword Manor, now transformed into a battlefield of carnage, sunlight still streamed in, but it could not dispel the pervasive stench of blood and terror. The thousand-odd swordsmen, like puppets controlled by demons, disregarded their own lives, surging madly towards Shi Feiyang like a flood bursting its banks.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with greed and madness, and they shouted hoarsely, "Xu Fu's elixir is mine, and the Sacred Heart Manual is mine too! No one can take it away from me!" Their voices were sharp and chaotic, intertwined, like a mad demonic sound from the depths of hell, drilling straight into everyone's ears, making their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.

Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, and other masters from the Famous Sword Manor were also caught up in the fray. The flashing blades and swords in their hands were like flickering will-o'-the-wisps, relentlessly attacking Shi Feiyang. The wind howled, the sword shadows flashed, and an intense killing intent filled the air.

Shi Feiyang showed no fear. He turned around like a black whirlwind, his claw shadows overlapping and dense as a sudden rain, dazzling the eyes.

Each time he reached out, it was with overwhelming force. He unleashed a move from the Divine Dragon Claw Technique called "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens," one of the most lethal killing moves in the Divine Dragon Claw Technique. His five fingers instantly became hooks, with eerie black air currents swirling around his fingertips, carrying a powerful suction force that seemed to draw everything around him into an endless abyss of darkness.

A swordsman was caught off guard and was instantly pulled in by the powerful suction. The swordsman stared in horror, his eyes filled with despair and fear. He tried to struggle but it was as if he was stuck in quagmire and could not break free even a little.

Shi Feiyang gripped tightly with his five fingers, and the swordsman let out a shrill scream. His body was instantly mangled and bloody, his internal organs were ripped out, and blood gushed out, splattering on the ground. The scene was extremely gruesome and disgusting.

In an instant, dust billowed up from the ground, enveloping the bloody scene.

The shouts of battle and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a deafening roar. All the bandits had wounds, more or less, and blood was gushing out, staining their clothes red. Under the sunlight, the bloodstains on their clothes looked even more shocking.

The blood on the ground pooled into streams, flowing slowly like winding red venomous snakes, exuding a chilling aura.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, like a thick layer of gloom, making it almost suffocating.

Amidst the siege of over a thousand men, Shi Feiyang stood like a towering war god, radiating an imposing aura, unyielding, continuing his breathtaking and bloody counterattack.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang firmly gripped the Frost Blade in his right hand. The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight, like a ghostly fire flickering in the cold night, as if it couldn't wait to drink the blood of the enemy and tell its story of countless killings.

His aura suddenly changed, and his powerful internal energy surged like a rolling wave, instantly stirring up the surrounding air. The swordsmen around him felt a strong pressure coming towards them, and they almost lost their footing.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together." This move is the pinnacle of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. As soon as it is unleashed, it seems to change the weather, and a chilling aura instantly fills the world, like the frost and snow in the dead of winter, cold and piercing.

He rose up from the ground like a dazzling white light piercing the sky, tearing through the blood-stained heavens.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand drew a huge arc of light, which resembled a golden crescent moon, yet carried the power to split the heavens and the earth. The power it contained was enough to destroy the world, and it slashed down fiercely towards the swordsmen.

Wherever the blade flashed, the air seemed as fragile as thin paper, instantly torn apart with a hissing sound, followed by a series of cracking sounds, like bones breaking. Blood splattered incessantly, countless heads were slashed off, drawing blood-red arcs in the air, and countless people were cut in half at the waist, their bodies severed in two, crashing heavily to the ground, their blood staining large swaths of land red.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Dragon Claw" technique, specifically the move "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens," with his left hand. His left hand was spread wide, with wisps of azure true energy swirling around his fingertips, resembling five agile little snakes that shimmered with a mysterious light in the sunlight.

With a roar that seemed to come from the ancient primordial era, a sound that seemed to pierce through time and space, making everyone's ears ring, the azure true energy instantly surged, transforming into a huge phantom of a dragon claw, which, with a world-destroying aura, grabbed towards the swordsmen.

Wherever the dragon's claws passed, a fierce wind howled, sand and stones flew, bricks and stones on the ground were blown away by the powerful airflow, and the surrounding trees were uprooted, leaving a scene of devastation.

With the combined power of these two unparalleled martial arts, Shi Feiyang moved as if he were in an empty field.

Before the swordsmen at the forefront could react, they were enveloped by the enormous blade of light.

Several screams rang out as their bodies were instantly cleaved in two, blood gushing out like fountains, internal organs spilling onto the ground, intestines spilling out—the scene was extremely gruesome and unbearable to watch.

At that moment, the phantom of the dragon claw grabbed several swordsmen, and the powerful suction force tightly bound their bodies. The swordsmen struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Shi Feiyang tightened his grip with his five fingers, tearing the swordsmen to shreds with the dragon claw. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs scattered in all directions. Some arms flew onto the rooftops, while others landed in the flowerbeds in the distance, creating a scene of utter devastation.

The surrounding swordsmen, seeing this, turned deathly pale, their legs went weak, and they could barely stand. But driven by the immense temptation of Xu Fu's elixir and the Sacred Heart Technique, they had lost their reason and, like wild beasts blinded by desire, still pounced madly on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang spun in the air like a high-speed spinning top, his Heavenly Frost Blade and Dragon Claw in his left hand constantly dancing, the blades flashing, densely packed, like twinkling stars in the night sky, or like snowflakes falling, each blade carrying deadly power.

Under the flash of the blades, the swordsmen were all struck. Some had their arms severed, the severed arms falling to the ground with gushing blood. Others were slashed in the thighs, their thigh bones exposed. Severed limbs and broken legs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood stained the ground, turning it into a sea of ​​blood.

Shi Feiyang's left hand, shrouded in the phantom of a dragon claw, weaved through the enemy ranks, each time capturing a swordsman.

The dragon claws seemed to have a life of their own, precisely grabbing the vital points of some swordsmen.

The captured swordsmen were either twisted in the neck, their heads drooping limply, or disemboweled, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground—a gruesome sight too painful to behold. In an instant, shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the sound of weapons falling mingled together, like a chaotic and terrifying symphony.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, almost making people faint.

The blood on the ground pooled into a sea of ​​blood, and Shi Feiyang's figure appeared even taller and more terrifying in this sea of ​​blood, like a demon god from hell, exuding a chilling aura as he reaped the lives of everyone.

In the once peaceful and serene courtyard of Mingjian Manor, which has now become a battlefield of carnage, the sunlight still shines down, but it is stained even more dim and yellow by the pervasive stench of blood.

Shi Feiyang stood proudly, like a war god from ancient times, surrounded by the true energy of Mingyu Gong, forming a faint yet extremely intimidating vortex.

The vortex stirred the surrounding air, emitting a low, howling sound, like the wailing of countless wronged souls. A chilling, ominous atmosphere permeated the air, like a thick layer of gloom, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, almost suffocating them.

He gripped the Frostblade tightly in his right hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like icy stars twinkling in the night sky, or like a venomous snake poised to strike, hissing and eagerly thirsting for the blood of its enemies, recounting its countless bloody killings.

His left hand was slightly raised, the aura of the Divine Dragon Claw Technique faintly visible. Azure true energy, like a serpent, roamed around his fingertips, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura, ready to devour anyone at any moment.

As Shi Feiyang relentlessly slayed his enemies, the surrounding swordsmen, who had initially attacked with a frenzied, surging force, gradually grew fearful. Their eyes no longer held the fanatical greed and killing intent, but instead, fear and hesitation. Their once-ordered attack formation began to falter, their steps slowed and became frantic, and the weapons in their hands trembled slightly.

However, some stubborn individuals, under the coercion and enticement of Dugu Chang and others, or perhaps for the sake of the elusive Xu Fu elixir and the Sacred Heart Technique, continued to attack Shi Feiyang with a sliver of hope.

Their eyes gleamed with madness and desperation, as if they were burning their last breaths away. Seeing this, Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, a sound that seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, carrying an endless chill.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, yet carrying a deadly danger.

He once again unleashed a combination of the ultimate moves from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together," and the ultimate moves from the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Skill, "Dragon Roars to the Nine Heavens."

Suddenly, his aura surged, and his powerful internal energy surged like a raging sea. With the strong support of the Mingyu Skill, the huge blade light and the dragon claw phantom merged together.

The blade flashed with a dazzling golden light, like a blazing sun, while the dragon claw emitted a bluish-green light, carrying an ancient and mysterious power.

The two merged, forming a huge energy vortex.

The vortex contained a world-destroying power, instantly engulfing dozens of swordsmen in it.

Within this vortex of energy, the swordsmen's bodies were like fragile pieces of paper, torn to shreds by the immense power.

Blood mist filled the air, like a red fog, making this bloody battlefield even more sinister and terrifying.

Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, some landing on the artificial hill in the courtyard, others falling into the pond beside it, splashing blood everywhere, and soon a thick layer of blood floated on the surface of the water.

At this moment, Dugu Chang, Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, and Li Yuanyou were already so terrified by the unparalleled martial arts skills that Shi Feiyang had previously displayed that they wet themselves in fear.

Their faces were deathly pale, devoid of any color, like soulless puppets. They trembled violently, their teeth chattering, and their legs gave way, causing them to collapse to the ground with a thud.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, telling of their extreme fear of death and their remorse for what they had done.

However, Shi Feiyang had no intention of letting them go so easily. With a thought, the vortex of Mingyu Gong's true energy suddenly intensified, emitting a sharp whistling sound and forming a powerful suction force, as if it could suck everything in the world into an endless abyss.

Under this suction force, Dugu Chang and the other six people slowly gathered up and floated in mid-air.

They struggled desperately in the air, like insects trapped in a spider web, flailing their limbs in vain.

Dugu Chang struggled desperately in the air, his facial muscles contorted and deformed with extreme fear, his features squeezed together, making him look particularly ferocious.

The fierce voice cried out, "Shi Feiyang, you can't kill me! Otherwise, when my father returns, he will definitely be your sworn enemy, and you will be hunted down by the righteous forces of the martial world!" His voice was sharp and shrill, with a slight tremor, like the mournful cry of a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

However, to Shi Feiyang, his cries were nothing more than futile wails of a dying struggle.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his eyes revealing endless contempt, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He said in a deep voice, "You hypocrite, relying on the prestige of Mingjian Manor, have committed all sorts of evil deeds and tried to scheme against me. Today is your death day! The righteous path of the martial world? You dare to mention the righteous path of the martial world! Your actions have long deviated from the righteous path, and everyone has the right to kill you!"

After speaking, Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Longevity of Heaven and Earth."

His figure instantly rose from the ground, like a black lightning bolt piercing the sky and tearing through the oppressive atmosphere.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand drew a dazzling golden arc, a light resembling a golden crescent moon, yet carrying the power to cleave the heavens and the earth, its power enough to shatter mountains and rivers. Wherever the blade touched, the air was instantly torn apart, emitting a hissing sound, as if even the heavens trembled under this sharp blade strike, cracks spreading through the air.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang also activated the "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens" move of his Divine Dragon Claw technique with his left hand.

He spread his five fingers wide on his left hand, with wisps of cyan true energy swirling around his fingertips. In an instant, the energy surged and transformed into a giant phantom of a dragon claw.

With a roar that seemed to come from the ancient past, a sound that seemed to pierce through time and space, the roar made everyone's ears ring and their souls tremble. The dragon's claw, carrying a world-destroying force, lashed out at the crowd. Wherever the dragon's claw passed, a gale howled, sand and stones flew, bricks and stones on the ground were blown away by the powerful airflow, and surrounding trees were uprooted and thrown into the air.

Dugu Chang stared wide-eyed in terror, his eyes seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, watching helplessly as the enormous blade of light and the phantom of the dragon claw hurtled towards him, powerless to resist. His body trembled with fear, gurgling sounds escaping his throat, but he could no longer utter a single word.

The blade struck him first, slashing diagonally down his shoulder and instantly splitting his body in two.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a beautiful yet terrifying arc in the air. Internal organs were scattered all over the ground, intestines, liver, and other organs lying in a mess. The scene was extremely bloody and unbearable to look at.

Li Yuannai was terrified, his liver and gallbladder trembling with fear. He tried to scream but couldn't make a sound; it felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat. At that moment, the phantom of the dragon claw seized him, its powerful suction binding his body tightly.

He twisted his body desperately, trying to break free, but to no avail.

Shi Feiyang tightened his grip with his five fingers, and the dragon claw seemed to come alive, instantly tearing Li Yuannai to pieces.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the place. Some arms flew onto the rooftops in the distance, and some thighs landed in the flower bushes in the courtyard, staining the originally beautiful flowers blood red.

Seeing this, Li Yuanshun twisted his body desperately, trying to escape this terrible fate.

However, Shi Feiyang's blade light and dragon claws followed him like ghosts. With a flash of light, Li Yuanshun's arm was instantly severed. The severed arm, dripping with blood, arced through the air before falling to the ground.

He let out a piercing scream that could pierce through the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon claws grabbed his body and twisted it forcefully, tearing his body to pieces like a broken doll.

His head rolled to the side, his eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair, telling of his unwillingness to accept the passing of his life.

Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, and Li Yuanyou were so frightened in mid-air that they collapsed into a heap. Tears, snot, and urine mixed together and flowed down their bodies, emitting a pungent odor.

Their bodies trembled violently, and their eyes were filled with endless fear.

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes as he once again unleashed the combined moves of "Heaven and Earth Live Together" and "Dragon's Roar in the Nine Heavens".

The blade light and the dragon claws intertwined, forming a massive energy vortex that engulfed the three of them.

Within this vortex of energy, the three bodies were shredded into pieces, and blood mist filled the air, resembling a hell on earth.

The blood mist lingered in the air, mourning this brutal massacre.

On the ground, blood pooled into a sea of ​​crimson, reflecting Shi Feiyang's tall and aloof figure. At this moment, he was like a demon god from hell, exuding a chilling aura and dominating the life and death of everyone.

A moment later, Shi Feiyang's aura gradually subsided, like a majestic mountain slowly fading its overwhelming pressure, and he landed steadily.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand, a blade saturated with blood, was now dripping blood slowly down its edge, pooling on the ground in a crimson heap, like a datura flower blooming on the edge of hell, beautiful yet exuding a deadly aura.

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. He saw the six people's remains, under the influence of the Mingyu Gong's true energy vortex, swaying in the wind like fallen leaves or withered petals, before finally drifting down and scattering on the blood-soaked land.

At this point, the once-grand Mingjian Manor had been reduced to a giant slaughterhouse.

Corpses were everywhere, lying haphazardly across every inch of the land, severed limbs scattered about, resembling a gruesome scene of hell on earth.

Blood flowed freely, already past ankle-deep. If someone walked through it, the blood would trickle down their trouser legs, making a chilling "whoosh" sound. The servants and maids, having witnessed this bloody massacre, were terrified and fled like frightened birds.

Apart from countless mutilated corpses and blood that had soaked through trouser legs, Mingjian Manor was deathly silent. There was no other sound except for a gentle breeze that carried the stench of blood from the ground, making one almost nauseous.

Xie Wen used the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill," his figure as light as catkins and as ethereal as smoke, carrying Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong, and floated down like a wisp of breeze.

After landing, Guo Xiangyu was dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with shock and fear. The bloody scene before her made it difficult for her to recover for a moment, as if she were in a terrible nightmare.

Shi Xiong stood there dumbfounded, his still somewhat immature face filled with shock, his mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a long time.

Xie Wen was used to such bloody battles in the martial world, and remained calm and indifferent.

After a moment's thought, he retrieved some candle wax from the kitchen and skillfully splashed it on the surrounding walls. Then, he lit a torch, a resolute glint in his eyes, and threw the torch away forcefully.

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, resounded through the Famous Sword Manor, instantly igniting a raging fire.

The fire spread rapidly like a ferocious beast, engulfing Mingjian Manor in the blink of an eye.

Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword with fluid and natural movements, displaying the demeanor of a great swordsman.

Then, he wrapped his arm around Guo Xiangyu, whose body trembled slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks, yet she unconsciously nestled into Shi Feiyang's embrace. Shi Feiyang carried her into the air, his movements graceful and agile, like a pair of celestial beings.

Xie Wen grabbed Shi Xiong and once again used the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" to closely follow Shi Feiyang to the giant stable, where he floated down.

Shi Feiyang arrived at the stable, his true energy surging in his hands, and stuffed most of the horses into the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.

The deerskin bag seemed to have endless space, continuously absorbing horses.

Then, he gently lifted Guo Xiangyu onto a fine horse, his movements tender.

Then, he leaped onto his horse, reached out and took Guo Xiangyu's reins, and said with a firm gaze, "Xiangyu, hold on tight, we're leaving this place of trouble now." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a reassuring strength.

Xie Wen and Shi Xiong, who had just come to their senses, also leaped onto their horses.

A trace of panic still lingered in Shi Xiong's eyes, but at Xie Wen's prompting, he tried his best to calm down.

The three men rode their horses along the salt road, their hooves thundering.

Their shadows, stretched long in the afterglow of the setting sun, resembled a painting brimming with the spirit of the martial arts world.

Behind them, the Mingjian Manor was shrouded in thick smoke, billowing straight into the sky, like a giant black dragon coiling in the heavens.

The raging fire reduced the centuries-old Mingjian Manor to ruins.

From then on, Dugu Yan, the eunuch of the martial arts world and the master of the Famous Sword Manor, had no money, no food, no manpower, and no one to challenge Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang and his men gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only the burning ruins, telling the story of this thrilling feud in the martial arts world.

The moment Shi Feiyang gently lifted Guo Xiangyu onto the saddle, time seemed to stand still for them.

Guo Xiangyu felt a sudden dizziness, and when she came to her senses, she felt as if she were in a dream.

Her heart fluttered like a joyful fawn, brimming with secret delight. The sweetness of it was like the blossoming flowers of spring, blooming freely. Her cheeks flushed slightly, like the intoxicating sunset on the horizon. Her beautiful eyes, as if flowing from two clear springs, were not just water, but overflowing with sweet syrup, their shimmering surface brimming with tenderness and affection.

Along the way, she and Shi Feiyang rode side by side.

The winter wind howled like a knife, but it could not diminish the burning passion in her heart.

Guo Xiangyu seemed oblivious to the biting cold wind, feeling no pain whatsoever on her cheeks.

Because Shi Feiyang was right beside her, his tall figure and calm demeanor enveloped her like warm sunshine.

No matter how cold the weather, her heart was always warm, as if gently warmed by a tender flame.

Guo Xiangyu would occasionally steal a glance at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with infatuation and longing.

Shi Feiyang's resolute profile, illuminated by the sunlight, was clearly defined, resembling a beautiful painting.

His focused expression as he rode the horse, every move he made, deeply touched Guo Xiangyu's heartstrings.

Guo Xiangyu thought to herself, "As long as I can accompany Young Master Shi like this, even if the road ahead is full of thorns and storms, I will be happy to do it."

“Young Master Shi,” she called softly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, “today you displayed your might, those villains were like ants before you. Do you know how worried I was about you, and how proud I was of you…”

She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes filled with deep affection, and continued, "Every move you made, every strike you took while fighting the enemy, is deeply imprinted in my heart. I only hope that in the days to come, I can always be by your side, help you through your troubles, and face the storms of life with you." Her voice trembled slightly, because her emotions were so intense that they were almost overflowing.

(End of this chapter)