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

Chapter 276. Frosty Blade Pierces Blood Shadow, Heroic Heart Subdues Evil Wind

In an instant, the entire stronghold seemed to be shrouded in an invisible yet thick, chilling fog, and the air was filled with a terrifying tension, every breath of air infused with the smell of death.

A thrilling, bloody, and brutal battle is like a volcano about to erupt, with magma surging underground, ready to explode at any moment.

The surrounding cliffs seemed to sense the intense killing intent, casting eerie shadows in the dim moonlight, as if mourning the impending carnage.

Xie Zhichuan knelt sideways, and in this eerie and unsettling place, his eyes held an undisguised disdain and mockery, like the biting north wind in a cold night, piercing straight to the heart. He had long been accustomed to Zhong Renwang's despicable and shameless behavior, and his heart was filled with contempt.

In his eyes, Zhong Renwang was ruthless in achieving his goals, having long since abandoned his dignity and bottom line as the leader of a faction, and had become a complete prisoner of interests, like a rat foraging in a gutter, utterly devoid of dignity.

He shook his head slightly, a slow but utterly contemptuous gesture, as if scorning the ugliest things in the world.

He leaned closer to Dugu Yan beside him and whispered, "This Zhong Renwang has truly been blinded by greed. For that illusory, fleeting benefit, he is willing to kneel before the Western Regions Holy Sect, utterly disgracing the Central Plains martial arts world. How is such behavior any different from that of a rogue in the marketplace who would stop at nothing for a few coins? He has utterly tarnished the name of the martial arts world."

His voice, though soft, clearly reached everyone's ears in the quiet space, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Dugu Yan remained expressionless, like a statue sealed by the dust of time, exuding a cold and murderous aura.

He merely nodded slightly, the movement mechanical and stiff, like an emotionless puppet. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if sensing the impending bloody battle, trembling with excitement. The cold light reflected from the blade was particularly dazzling in the dim and gloomy environment, like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, foreshadowing the brutal battle to come.

That cold light carried a chilling aura that could penetrate the heart and send shivers down one's spine.

The sight of Zhong Renwang kneeling before Qi Yin was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Li Wuduo and Xue Zun stunned and speechless. In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, Zhong Renwang, as the leader of the Beggars' Clan, the most powerful gang in the land, was usually incredibly prestigious and respected. Everyone who saw him would respectfully address him as "Chief Zhong," and his every move was closely watched by the martial arts community.

But now, he is like a lapdog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, kneeling obsequiously before this foreign religious leader. His humble posture and fawning expression are truly despicable.

Li Wuduo's beautiful eyes widened, her eyes like stars lit up in the night sky, yet filled with disbelief.

She bit her silver teeth lightly, making a grinding sound, venting her anger and contempt through that bite.

She spat under her breath, "Hmph, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect is so spineless and despicable! He's truly the most shameless person in the world! I, Li Wuduo, have roamed the martial world for many years and experienced countless storms, but I have never seen such a shameless scoundrel. He is a disgrace to the martial world and disgusting." Blood Lord's face was full of anger, like a volcano about to erupt, and his body exuded a strong bloody aura.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his fingers cracking from the excessive force—a sound like bones breaking, chilling to the bone. He wanted nothing more than to rush up and beat Zhong Renwang senseless to vent his anger.

He growled in a low voice, "This old bastard has utterly disgraced the martial arts world! If it weren't for the fact that he's still somewhat useful, I would have rushed up and torn him to pieces right now! His actions are a blatant trampling of the code of the martial arts world, and he cannot be forgiven!"

Zhong Renwang knelt on the ground, like a soulless puppet, completely oblivious to the gazes and words of those around him. His face was full of fawning, his smile twisted and ugly, more repulsive than crying. He then began to describe Shi Feiyang's martial arts characteristics in detail, his voice high-pitched and rapid, as if he were recounting a rare treasure, or as if he were asking for credit and reward from his master.

He vividly described, "Master, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Skill has already reached its highest level—'Limitless Asura,' whose power is beyond ordinary imagination. Every time he unleashes it, it's as if a demon god has descended upon the world, the wind and clouds change color, and heaven and earth lose their luster. Mountains tremble, rivers overflow, and all things in the world tremble under its power. And now, with the added enhancement of Xu Fu's elixir and the poisonous power of the Sacred Heart Technique, I deduce that his internal energy cultivation has probably already broken through the 'Limitless Asura' realm, reaching an unfathomable and unparalleled level. In addition, he has also cultivated the 'Buddha's Palm' and the 'Dragon Claw,' which very few in the martial arts world can master. These two peerless skills are incredibly powerful..." "Amazing! Wherever his palm strikes, the wind and clouds change color, and the sun and moon lose their light; when his claws fall, the earth shakes and mountains and rivers shatter. Although his Hundred Victories Saber Technique is nothing to fear, these two long-lost peerless divine skills are not to be underestimated! If you, Master, can defeat him and obtain Xu Fu's Immortal Pill and the Sacred Heart Technique, you will surely be even more powerful, and dominating the martial arts world will be just around the corner! At that time, the entire martial arts world will tremble at the feet of the Holy Sect, and you, Master, will become an emperor for all ages, revered by all people!" As he spoke, he secretly observed Qi Yin's expression, his eyes gleaming with greed, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, yearning for its master's reward. The sight of him was disgusting.

Qi Yin sat regally on the sect leader's throne, which seemed like a ferocious beast that had sprung from the abyss of darkness, exuding a chilling aura. He was like a statue forged from ice, radiating an aura of majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him.

His black robe, like flowing ink, was deep and mysterious. The golden runes on the robe shimmered even more eerily in the dim light, like the eyes of a demon, cheering for the impending slaughter.

He snorted coldly, his voice seemingly emanating from the deepest abyss of hell, carrying boundless chill and arrogance: "Hmph, this Shi Feiyang is nothing but a chicken and a dog before the many experts of my Holy Sect, utterly insignificant. His paltry skills dare to flaunt before me? He's utterly overestimating himself. Why should I, the sect leader, personally deal with such a petty scoundrel? My subordinates are numerous and skilled; any one of them could easily utterly defeat him, letting him know the might of my Western Region Holy Sect. However, I am determined to obtain Xu Fu's Immortal Pill and the Sacred Heart Technique. Only my Western Region Holy Sect is worthy of possessing such peerless treasures. Once I obtain them, I will make the entire martial world tremble at my feet, becoming my vassals!"

His face wore an extremely arrogant sneer.

That smile was like frost in the dead of winter, cold and cruel, yet a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

In reality, Qi Yin's heart was surging with emotions at this moment, like a stormy sea, with turbulent waves that were difficult to calm down.

These days, he has been secretly sending his capable subordinates to gather information about Shi Feiyang at all costs. He knows that this man is a peerless martial artist with extraordinary wisdom and is no ordinary person. He is a formidable enemy on his path to dominating the martial arts world.

However, as the leader of the Western Regions Holy Sect, he had to present a superior and fearless demeanor in front of these newly surrendered martial artists in order to maintain his authority and the reputation of the Holy Sect.

He secretly plotted how to completely defeat Shi Feiyang, seize those two peerless treasures, and elevate the Holy Sect's power to a new level, making it an unrivaled overlord in the martial world.

To test the true extent of Shi Feiyang's martial arts prowess, Qi Yin pondered for a moment before slowly speaking. Her voice was deep and authoritative, like the resounding of a great bell, echoing throughout the eerie stronghold like an unyielding imperial edict: "Guardian King, 'Poisonous Heart Saint Hand' Gu Mu, heed my command! You shall immediately lead several altar masters, along with Zhong Renwang and the others, to attack Shi Feiyang and the Northwest Salt Gang. Remember, this leader wants to see if Shi Feiyang is truly as formidable as the rumors suggest. This operation must succeed; failure is not an option. Otherwise, you will pay with your head!"

The ancient tree, towering and majestic like a towering iceberg, exudes a cold and austere aura.

His face was cold and stern, like ice that had never melted for a thousand years, devoid of any warmth. He wore a long black robe embroidered with eerie red patterns. In the dim light, those patterns seemed to come alive, twisting and leaping, appearing exceptionally sinister and terrifying.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice deep and powerful, like a roar from the earth: "I will obey the leader's command!" With that, he turned and led several altar masters out of the stronghold. Their figures appeared exceptionally tall in the moonlight, like a group of messengers from hell, exuding an aura of death, about to embark on a bloody slaughter.

Seeing that the Dharma King Gu Mu had accepted the order and left, Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan and the others dared not delay in the slightest. They hurriedly got up and followed closely behind him, like wolves that had smelled blood, their eyes gleaming with greed and excitement.

Their faces all wore a twisted mix of excitement and eager anticipation.

His expression was as if he had already witnessed Shi Feiyang's head being separated from his body and falling into a pool of blood.

Xie Zhichuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cruel sneer. The smile was like a viper's tongue, cold and deadly, as if he could already see the moment when his Thirteen Deadly Swords pierced Shi Feiyang's body, blood splattering everywhere, and Shi Feiyang screaming and falling to the ground.

He thought to himself, "Even if Shi Feiyang is highly skilled in martial arts, tonight, with the help of experts from the Western Regions Holy Sect, he will surely become a cold corpse under my fierce swordsmanship. Hehe, tonight is his death day, and my reputation as Xie Zhichuan will surely spread throughout the entire martial world tomorrow!"

Dugu Yan's eyes were icy cold, like an unyielding iceberg. His sword trembled slightly, as if it were eager to drink blood and kill its enemies. Though his face was expressionless, his heart was already boiling with fervor, yearning to display his prowess in this bloody battle and let the world witness the power of his Famous Sword Manor. He silently chanted in his heart, "Shi Feiyang, tonight, before the many masters of the Western Regions Holy Sect, you've truly had the worst luck imaginable. This sword of mine has drunk the blood of countless masters; tonight, I will use you as a sacrifice to make you repay the lives of my five sons!"

He followed Zhong Renwang day and night, traveling the martial arts world, unaware that his sixth son had also been killed by Shi Feiyang, and that even the Famous Sword Manor had been reduced to ruins.

Zhong Renwang's face was flushed, his breathing rapid. Greed and desire burned in his eyes like two raging flames, threatening to devour everything. He thought to himself, "Once Shi Feiyang is dead, the Xu Fu Immortal Pill and the Sacred Heart Manual will belong to the sect leader. As a meritorious official who has joined the Holy Sect, I will surely be highly valued by the sect leader. At that time, wealth and power will be within my grasp. Haha, I, Zhong Renwang, will soon rise to prominence!" Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, Li Wuduo, and Xue Zun exchanged glances as they set off.

In that single glance, each one shone with a completely different light.

Blood Lord's eyes were filled with the flames of revenge, burning fiercely, wishing he could immediately grind Shi Feiyang to dust.

The hatred in his heart surged like a raging tide: "Shi Feiyang, you caused me to be seriously injured and killed my father. Tonight is your death night. I will make you pay a terrible price for what you have done!"

Li Wuduo's beautiful eyes darted around, revealing both a thirst for bloody slaughter and a hint of cunning.

She was calculating how to gain the most from this chaotic battle: "This Shi Feiyang is definitely not easy to deal with. However, this is a good opportunity for me to show my skills. I will observe from the sidelines for a while, and then seize the treasure when the opportunity arises. Perhaps, in this chaos, I can also wipe out these so-called experts in one fell swoop, and let the whole martial arts world know the power of 'Poisonous Hand Nuwa'."

Led by Gu Mu, a group of martial arts masters, including Xue Zun, Zhong Renwang (leader of the Beggars' Sect), Ding Hong (elder of the Beggars' Sect), Wu Zhou, Wu Shi, Wu Gun, Dugu Yan (master of the Famous Sword Villa), Xie Zhichuan (young master of the Divine Sword Villa), and Li Wuduo ("Poisonous Hand Nuwa"), sped towards the small mountain on the edge of the grassland and desert, like a group of ghosts in the dark night.

Under the cover of night, they moved stealthily and silently toward Shi Feiyang and the Northwest Salt Gang's camp.

The night, like a vast black curtain, provided a natural shield for their wicked deeds. At this moment, dark clouds gradually obscured the moonlight, plunging the entire world into darkness. Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang, with his keen insight and foresight, had already quietly evacuated Xie Wen, Guo Xiangyu, and Shi Xiong.

Xie Wen unleashed his exquisite "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill," his movements as light as a swallow, like a free and unrestrained breeze. He steadily carried Guo Xiangyu in one hand, carried Shi Xiong on his back, and held the Heavenly Silkworm Net in the other. His whole body floated in the sky, just like a light feather, leisurely and carefree yet exuding coldness and vigilance.

He gazed silently down at the ground, his eyes like those of a judge from the heavens, cold and sharp, overlooking the bloody massacre that was about to erupt on earth.

However, due to momentary negligence and carelessness, the members of the Northwest Salt Gang thought that Shi Feiyang's words during the day were overly cautious and not worth worrying about. As a result, the three thousand men still brazenly camped near Shi Feiyang's original tent.

Although they dispatched many patrolmen to patrol around the camp in an attempt to guard against potential dangers, these patrolmen were no match for the experts like Gu Mu, Xue Zun, and Zhong Renwang. They were as fragile as ants, utterly vulnerable.

Gu Mu, as the Dharma King who protects the Holy Sect, is highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless in his methods.

With a flash, like a black lightning bolt, he pierced the silence of the night and instantly appeared behind a patrolman like a ghost.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes devoid of any pity. He gently extended his palm and seemingly casually patted the patrolman on the back.

This seemingly casual tap actually contains profound inner strength.

The patrolman didn't even have a chance to react before he collapsed silently like a lump of mud, dying without uttering a sound. His life was extinguished in an instant, leaving only a cold corpse that looked particularly eerie and terrifying in the quiet night.

Blood Lord, his face contorted with rage, strode forward like a demon crawling out of hell.

He flailed his arms wildly, creating a trail of blood. Wherever he went, the patrolmen screamed and fell to the ground, their blood splattering everywhere.

Every time he made a move, it was filled with boundless killing intent, as if he wanted to drown everything in the world in a sea of ​​blood.

The blood of the patrolmen flowed out, pooling on the ground to form winding rivers of blood, emitting a strong stench of blood that permeated the entire camp.

Without a nose, Zhong Renwang looked particularly sinister and terrifying, like a demon who had escaped from the underworld. He let out a cold snort, a sound that seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura.

He then unleashed a move from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," called "The Dragon Regrets," a powerful and overwhelming palm strike that surged towards the patrolmen like a tidal wave. Several muffled thuds, like thunderclaps in the sky, rang out as several patrolmen were sent flying several meters away by the terrifying force of the palm strike, crashing heavily to the ground.

They coughed up blood, their internal organs shattered, and died instantly, their deaths gruesome. Now, with two iron arms and a pair of iron palms reattached, Zhong Renwang's "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" were even more powerful than before. Those struck by his palms were all mangled beyond recognition, their corpses so mutilated that even the King of Hell would likely find it difficult to identify them.

In this way, Gu Mu, Xue Zun, and Zhong Renwang were like tigers among sheep, easily taking down the patrolmen.

Then, with fierce eyes, they rushed straight to the tents of Shi Feiyang, Xue Hongshan, Xue Tielong, Xue Qiuchun and others, thus beginning a thrilling and bloody battle.

"Poison Heart Master" Gu Mu was the first to attack. He let out a low shout, the sound of which resembled the cry of a night owl, filled with endless gloom.

He moved his hands rapidly, unleashing the evil martial art of "Blood Luo Hand".

A strange, blood-red light emanated from his hands, as if they had been soaked in blood, carrying a chilling aura and a strong stench of blood. Like a pair of menacing, bloodthirsty hands, they lunged toward Shi Feiyang's tent.

The blood-red light flashed, like countless ferocious blood snakes twisting and coiling in the air, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on their target. Wherever they passed, the air was frozen by this bloody aura.

Seeing this, Blood Lord was not to be outdone. He took a deep breath, and his aura surged instantly, like a volcanic eruption. He unleashed the "Blood Shadow Divine Art," transforming himself into a blood shadow, like a cannonball launched from a gun, charging towards Xue Hongshan's tent with immense force.

Wherever he went, he left a series of deep footprints on the ground, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Xue Hongshan sensed the approaching danger, and his face instantly turned deathly pale, like frost and snow in the dead of winter.

Knowing the power of the Blood Lord, he dared not slacken in the slightest and hurriedly activated his "Shadow Slapping Technique".

His palms moved rapidly, unleashing countless tiny, tangible palm shadows. These shadows, like butterflies fluttering in the sky, carried deadly force. They collided with the Blood Lord's blood shadow in mid-air, producing deafening "bangs" like muffled thunder in the heavens, shaking the surrounding air and whipping up sand and gravel from the ground, sending them flying everywhere. Wu Gun, the Beggar Clan elder, wielded an iron rod, his eyes gleaming with ferocity and greed, like a ravenous wolf.

He roared, "You little thief, prepare to die!" His voice was like a resounding bell, particularly jarring in the quiet night.

He then unleashed his Dog-Beating Stick Technique; the iron rod in his hand was like a nimble, venomous snake, whistling through the air as it lunged at the Citroën. Wherever the rod swung, cracks appeared in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Citroën's expression was grave, like the sky before a storm, overcast with dark clouds.

Knowing the power of Wu Gun's Dog-Beating Stick Technique, he dared not be careless and quickly activated his "Shadow-Slapping Skill." He slapped out with both palms, and his tangible palm shadows appeared larger. However, with larger palm shadows, there were fewer of them, which reduced their power.

After all, the Shadow Palm Technique is a unique martial art. It relies entirely on the user's own internal energy to infuse the palm. When facing an enemy, one only needs to lightly tap the air to create a tangible palm shadow. Once it hits someone, it penetrates the skin, and the invisible internal force then wreaks havoc within the enemy's body. In mild cases, it can knock the enemy to the ground, causing them to stumble and fall repeatedly; in severe cases, it can shatter the enemy's internal organs.

At the young age of twenty, Citroën's skills were naturally incomparable to those of his father, Xue Hongshan.

However, in the martial arts world of Northwest China, Citroen's martial arts skills have also reached the first-class level.

His palm strikes collided repeatedly with Wu Gun's iron rod in the air, sparks flying everywhere.

Each collision generated a powerful shockwave, whipping up the surrounding sand and gravel, and carving deep trenches into the ground.

Wu Shi, an elder of the Beggars' Sect, wielding his Dog-Beating Stick, moved with ghostly speed as he lunged at Xue Qiuchun, a delicate and beautiful girl of eighteen, yet resolute and brave. Xue Qiuchun's eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, like a rose battered by a storm, yet still blooming with unwavering strength.

She shouted, "Shameless scoundrel, how dare you be so insolent!" Her voice was clear yet carried a firm strength.

While using her "Shadow-Slapping Skill" to defend against Wu Shi's attacks, she drew her long sword from her waist and unleashed her "Lady's Sword Technique".

Her swordsmanship was exquisite, her sword flashing like a beautiful flower blooming on a bloody battlefield, yet concealing a deadly intent.

The long sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight, clashing repeatedly with Wu Shi's dog-beating stick, producing a crisp "clanging" sound.

Each time the sword and staff clashed, dazzling sparks flew, illuminating Xue Qiuchun's resolute face.

At this moment, in this bloody and cruel battle, Citroën and his sister Xue Qiuchun truly understood Shi Feiyang's wisdom.

Recalling Shi Feiyang's incisive analysis during the day, every word resonated in their hearts like the grandest of bells. That analysis, like a precise prophecy, clearly presented their current predicament.

During a lull in the fierce battle, Xue Qiuchun looked up and saw that the small hill was in ruins, with shouts of killing and screams echoing around it.

The familiar figures of Xie Wen, Guo Xiangyu, and Shi Xiong had long since vanished without a trace, undoubtedly indicating that they had successfully evacuated.

Looking around, the disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang, due to their stubbornness, turned a deaf ear to Shi Feiyang's reminders and advice, ultimately leading to this heartbreaking tragedy tonight.

Three thousand disciples, like candles flickering in the wind, died one after another at the hands of the Western Region Holy Sect and despicable scoundrels like Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan. Watching these scenes of hell on earth, Xue Qiuchun was filled with sorrow and regret, feeling that such sacrifices were utterly worthless.

At this critical moment of life and death, Xue Qiuchun's thoughts drifted away, recalling Shi Feiyang's various deeds.

In just a few years, Shi Feiyang, with his extraordinary talent, made the newly established Xiong Ying Society rise rapidly in the martial arts world and become famous far and wide.

His martial arts skills were superb, and he was rarely matched in the martial arts world. Every move he made showed the demeanor of a great hero, which made people sincerely admire him.

However, what moved Xue Qiuchun even more was Shi Feiyang's far-sighted strategic vision.

He always manages to foresee opportunities in complex situations, make the most correct decisions, and lead everyone out of danger.

In the midst of fierce battles, every time Xue Qiuchun found herself in perilous situations, Shi Feiyang's calm face and resolute gaze would involuntarily appear in her mind. As she used her sword to defend against enemy attacks, her admiration for Shi Feiyang grew stronger and stronger, like vines flourishing in spring.

Gradually, this admiration, like fine wine quietly fermenting, slowly transformed into love in her heart.

A unique tenderness and longing began to unconsciously emerge in her eyes. Even amidst the bloody battlefield, her gaze into the distance seemed to hold the image of Shi Feiyang standing there, radiating endless light and illuminating her world.

As she fiercely wielded her sword, parrying the relentless attacks of Wu Shi, the Beggar Clan elder, she silently prayed, "Shi Feiyang, you are so intelligent and brave. To fight alongside you, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, I would have no fear. It's just a pity that I may not survive tonight. I hope you are alright." As she thought this, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, a smile that stood out beautifully amidst the brutal battle.

The disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang were completely driven to despair by this sudden and violent attack.

Zhong Renwang, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, revealed his despicable and ruthless side at this moment.

He unleashed the powerful and incomparable Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which were renowned throughout the martial world. Each palm strike carried the force of an overwhelming mountain and a raging sea. The wind from his palms howled like a sudden storm, causing the surrounding Salt Gang disciples to stagger and fall like candles in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Under his powerful and forceful palm strike, the Salt Gang disciples felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest. They coughed up blood, screamed in agony, and fell to the ground. Their painful groans echoed in this blood-soaked world, evoking pity but leaving people helpless.

Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Manor, wielded a long sword and unleashed the "Thirteen Deadly Swords." His swordsmanship was fierce, and every strike was deadly. Each thrust was like a lightning bolt suddenly flashing across the night sky, dazzling yet utterly lethal.

A flash of cold light appeared, and instantly a Salt Gang disciple was pierced through the body by his sword. Crimson blood gushed out like a spring, splattering on the ground and forming horrifying pools of blood.

The splattered blood, shimmering eerily in the dim moonlight, was the final struggle of life before its demise.

Dugu Yan, the master of the famous sword manor, unleashed the unpredictable "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique".

His movements were elusive, like a ghost, and his swordsmanship was unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

The Salt Gang disciples often lost their heads before they could even see his figure clearly under his phantom-like sword.

His sword moved like a ghost through the crowd, leaving a trail of blood and limbs scattered everywhere, a scene of extreme gore that sent chills down one's spine.

The Beggars' Sect elders Ding Hong and Wu Zhou, wielding their Dog-Beating Sticks, displayed an exquisite Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

The two worked together seamlessly, weaving through the Salt Gang disciples as if they were in an empty field.

The Dog-Beating Stick Technique was ever-changing, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. Although the Salt Gang disciples fought hard, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to withstand this fierce stick technique, and they all died tragically under their sticks.

Each flash of the staff was accompanied by a scream, and another cold corpse lay on the ground. The stench of blood grew stronger, permeating the entire battlefield and making one want to vomit.

"Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo wields the Blood Shadow Whip.

The Blood Shadow Whip in her hand was like a nimble and ferocious blood dragon, flying wildly in the air and making a "whooshing" sound.

Wherever they went, deep, bloody gashes appeared on the bodies of the Salt Gang members, their skin torn and bleeding profusely. Screams of agony rose and fell, weaving together a mournful lament that echoed through the dark night, telling of the fragility and helplessness of life.

Xue Hongshan, the leader of the Northwest Salt Gang, felt as if a thousand steel blades were piercing his heart as he watched his disciples die one after another, their bodies mangled and mutilated, under the enemy's swords.

He stared at the bloody scene, tears welling in his eyes, filled with remorse, feeling as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Only then did he truly understand how wise and correct Shi Feiyang's decision was.

He thought to himself, "I was so foolish! If I had listened to Chief Shi's good advice, I wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state. All my brothers lost their lives because of my one wrong decision. How can I face their families?"

Thinking of this, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat. With a "pfft," he spat it out, staining his clothes red.

However, at this moment, he had no time to grieve. With a formidable enemy at hand, he suppressed his grief and regret, mustered all his strength, and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the Blood Lord.

His eyes held both guilt for his fallen disciples and anger and hatred for his enemies. This force sustained him, enabling him to stand up resolutely in this brutal battle, fighting with his last ounce of strength for his brothers and the Salt Gang.

Night fell as if splashed with ink, thick and heavy, like a heavy black quilt, completely enveloping the small hills. The cold wind, like a horde of demons from the deepest hell, howled and swept in, its sharp blades like countless razor-sharp knives, mercilessly slicing and piercing the skin of everyone, causing them to shiver.

The cold wind seemed to be cheering for this bloody massacre, yet also seemed to be wailing for the lives lost.

"Poisonous Heart Master" Gu Mu exuded a chilling aura, like a ferocious demon climbing out of the abyss of hell, and fiercely pounced on Shi Feiyang.

His hands had long been stained a terrifying dark red by the bizarre and unpredictable "Blood Luo Hand" technique, as if they had just been pulled from a sea of ​​blood, still dripping with nauseating blood.

A nauseating stench emanated from his palm, like the stench of thousands of rotting corpses piled up and decaying in a dark corner, drifting freely in the cold, lonely night sky, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

The smell, like a curse of death, instilled fear in people, as if they had stepped into an endless abyss of darkness.

Witnessing this scene, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, like a towering Mount Tai standing firm. Even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, his composure would not change. He knew perfectly well that this "Blood Luo Hand" was vicious and ruthless, and that the slightest mistake would result in being poisoned and losing his life.

At that moment, he slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the crisp night air, and circulated the powerful Mingyu Gong within his body.

In an instant, a powerful and chilling aura, like a surging tide, burst forth from his body, like a long-dormant volcano about to erupt.

A layer of warm yet chilling jade-colored light faintly emanated from his body, making him appear like a celestial being who had mistakenly entered the mortal world, yet also carrying an awe-inspiring and majestic aura.

This light, flickering in the darkness, is like the dawn of hope, giving people endless courage and strength.

Just as Zhong Renwang predicted, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong skill, after cultivating the Sacred Heart Technique and with the blessing of the Sunflower Saintess's superior bloodline and Xu Fu's immortal pills, had long since broken through the original highest realm of Mingyu Gong—"Limitless Asura".

However, with his allies and relatives present, Shi Feiyang dared not push the Mingyu Skill to its highest level. Otherwise, once this world was frozen, the Northwest Salt Gang and Xie Wen, Guo Xiangyu, and Shi Xiong in the sky would also be frozen inside, becoming mummies.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly raised his right hand, and with a crisp clang, a gleaming Frost Blade was drawn from its sheath. This Frost Blade had a long, straight blade, and its edge was as sharp as frost. Under the dim moonlight, it shimmered with a chilling light, telling the story of the countless blood it had drunk and the countless killings it had witnessed.

Shi Feiyang, wielding the Heavenly Frost Blade, unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," a skill renowned throughout the martial arts world.

With a swift movement, he sped towards the ancient tree like a black lightning bolt.

With a single move, "Raging Sea and Raging Waves," he unleashed a fierce and unparalleled sword technique. The blade flashed and shimmered, resembling a surging and turbulent wave rising from the ocean, one after another, sweeping towards the ancient tree like an overturned mountain.

Each slash of the blade carried immense power, hissing and cutting through the surrounding air, which itself groaned in pain under its sharp edge.

(End of this chapter)