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

Chapter 277. Frosty Blade as Pen to Draw Ingenious Schemes, Luring the Enemy to Annihilate the Stubborn, Displaying Soaring Might.

Facing the fierce and swift onslaught of the stone flying directly, the ancient tree showed no fear. Instead, it let out a low and sinister roar from the depths of its chest.

The roar was like the howl of a demon breaking free from the depths of hell, carrying endless resentment and ferocity, echoing in the deathly silent night sky, making people's hair stand on end and their hair stand on end.

Its sound waves were almost tangible, impacting the minds of everyone around, causing a chill to rush from the soles of their feet to their heads.

His hands moved like a ghost, so fast it was dazzling.

Those hands, honed and tempered to an extremely bizarre degree by the "Blood Luo Hand" technique, now erupted with intense and eerie blood light, resembling two blazing blood flames, making them particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The blood surged, as if it were alive, carrying a rolling heat wave and a pungent stench, and crashed fiercely into Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Frost Blade.

In an instant, the flashes of blades and the shadows of blood intertwined wildly, unfolding a breathtaking, life-or-death struggle in the air.

Each collision produced a dull, resounding "bang," like thunderclaps exploding in the sky, rolling in and deafening, echoing in everyone's ears, making them tremble with fear and their blood boil.

The deafening roar seemed to be mixed with the cries of countless wronged souls, adding to the terrifying and eerie atmosphere.

Each violent collision was like the unleashing of a powerful storm capable of destroying the world, with the air waves surging wildly and sweeping up the surrounding sand and stones with overwhelming force.

The sand and stones collided with each other in the fierce wind, making a rustling sound, like a mournful elegy for this fierce and bloody battle.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, breaking the branches and leaves of the surrounding plants and creating countless tiny craters on the ground.

The land itself trembled with the fervor of this fierce battle.

In this extremely fierce battle, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Kung Fu displayed its astonishing power.

The Mingyu Gong true energy within his body formed a huge and violent vortex, spinning wildly at an astonishing speed.

The powerful suction force generated by this vortex, like a black hole, mercilessly absorbed and washed away the foul odor emanating from the ancient wood "Blood Luo Hand".

At the same time, Mingyu Gong's true energy was slowly absorbing Gu Mu's internal energy into its own body, like peeling silk from a cocoon, gradually eroding its opponent's power. Meanwhile, the extreme coldness emanating from Mingyu Gong was like countless sharp and icy needles, continuously shooting towards Gu Mu's acupoints.

Wherever the chill reached, the air instantly froze into ice, and the surrounding moisture quickly turned into frost, forming a layer of crystal-clear yet chilling ice flowers on the ground and vegetation.

Gu Mu felt a chilling, bone-piercing cold, like a surging undercurrent, rapidly spreading from his acupoints. Wherever it passed, his muscles instantly spasmed, his meridians felt as if they were being scorched by fire, the pain was unbearable, and every cell in his body groaned in agony under the invasion of this cold.

Gu Mu's face was contorted, cold sweat poured down his face, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, yet he still forced himself to continue fighting.

Gu Mu was greatly alarmed, realizing that he had encountered a formidable opponent unlike any he had ever faced.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth, his face contorted almost into a grotesque expression from the excessive force, and suddenly gathered all his strength, channeling it into his hands.

In an instant, the blood on his hands became even more intense, and the stench became even more pungent, almost suffocating.

He unleashed the ultimate move of the "Blood Luo Hand" technique, "Blood Shadows Fill the Sky." His hands moved with incredible speed, transforming into countless afterimages that were unpredictable and difficult to trace.

Countless blood-red shadows shot out from his palm, sweeping towards Shi Feiyang like a giant crimson net of death, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, trying to trap Shi Feiyang within it and condemn him to eternal damnation.

The blood-red shadow swept through the air with a whooshing sound, like the wailing of a wronged soul or the sinister laugh of a demon. Wherever the blood-red shadow passed, deep furrows were carved into the ground, soil flew up, and the stench of blood grew stronger, permeating the entire mountain range, making one want to vomit.

Upon seeing this, a resolute glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a bolt of lightning suddenly striking across the cold night. He roared loudly, his voice booming like thunder, echoing through the deep night sky: "Well done! Today, I will use the blade in my hand to cut down all evil in the world and restore peace to the martial world!" This roar contained boundless heroic ambition.

His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing through the night sky and causing the surrounding air to vibrate. Everyone felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, yet they were also awestruck by the overwhelming aura. He then unleashed the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together."

He moved with lightning speed, spinning rapidly like a black whirlwind, carrying a powerful airflow as he swept in.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand flew up and down, its blade flashing like autumn wind sweeping through withered leaves, extremely sharp, each blade light seemingly containing the chilling aura of autumn wind.

Each slash of the blade brought with it an overwhelming force, and the air hissed as it cut through everything in its path.

Wherever the blade flashed, the blood-red shadows that attacked the ancient tree were shattered, scattered like torn red silk. Each slash brought up a cloud of blood mist, which filled the air like a thin, blood-red veil, and the pungent smell of blood became increasingly acrid.

The blood mist shimmered with an eerie luster under the dim moonlight, a final struggle of life before its demise.

However, Gu Mu was not willing to be defeated. He endured the chilling cold and excruciating pain that felt like a thousand cuts inside his body. His face was contorted with pain, almost ferocious, like a wounded beast, yet he was still making a final, desperate struggle.

He once again unleashed the ultimate move of the "Blood Luo Hand," "Poison Dragon Piercing the Heart." His figure flashed, like a red lightning bolt, carrying an indomitable yet desperate momentum, rushing swiftly towards Shi Feiyang's chest.

His hands, like the claws of a venomous dragon, gleamed with an eerie, bloody light, slicing through the night sky with a sharp, piercing wind, as if to tear everything in the world apart, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's vital heart. The wind howled like ghosts and wolves, sharp and mournful, sending chills down one's spine.

Shi Feiyang's face was solemn and iron-like, like a majestic mountain peak, unwavering.

He concentrated all his power into his right hand, and in an instant, his right hand shone brightly, like a small sun.

He unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Peerless and Unrivaled." He gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade tightly with both hands, raising it high. The blade shimmered with a dazzling light, as if it absorbed the stars of the night sky, making it brilliant and eye-catching.

Then, he swung his blade fiercely, unleashing a torrent of energy that crisscrossed the air. He slashed horizontally, vertically, and diagonally, striking upwards and downwards, pointing to the sky and the ground, east and west, south and north, pointing to the feet and slitting the neck, pointing to the chest and cutting the legs. In an instant, the blade flashed, dazzling the eye, as if one were in a mesmerizing world of swords and shadows, unable to distinguish east from west, north from south, front from back, left from right.

Each slash of sword energy left a deep crack in the ground, and the surrounding air was shattered by the sword energy, making a crackling sound. The sand and gravel on the ground were swirled up by the sword energy and flew all over the sky, as if a storm of apocalypse was raging.

Seeing the astonishing power of Shi Feiyang's strike, Gu Mu realized it was too late to dodge. He steeled himself, concentrating all his strength in his hands, attempting to use the "Blood Luo Hand" to block Shi Feiyang's fatal blow.

With a deafening "crack," as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the Frost Blade and Gu Mu's hands clashed violently together.

The loud noise made everyone around hear a buzzing sound, and countless stones rolled down the hillside with a rumbling sound.

Under the collision of these powerful forces, Gu Mu's hands were instantly severed by the Frost Blade. His severed hands flew out like a kite with a broken string, and blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a series of gruesome blood lines in the air.

The blood trail meandered in the air, as if it were the trajectory of life's passing.

He was also thrown several meters away by this powerful force, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a shallow crater.

Gu Mu coughed up blood, barely breathing, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

He lay on the ground like a dying beast, its life force about to be extinguished.

Shi Feiyang flashed like a white light and instantly arrived beside the ancient tree.

He raised the Frostblade high, coldly staring at the ancient tree, his eyes devoid of any pity, as if examining a worthless piece of junk.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a judge from hell, exuding a chilling aura. All evil in the world would have nowhere to hide in front of him.

Gu Mu looked at Shi Feiyang, and with his last ounce of strength, he said in a barely audible voice, "You...you killed me, the Holy Church will not let you go...they will make sure you die a horrible death..."

His voice was weak yet filled with threat, conveying the terror of the Holy Sect to Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a disdainful sneer, and he said in a deep voice, "Hmph, so what if you're from the Western Regions Holy Sect? I, Shi Feiyang, would never fear you. Your many evil deeds today are retribution for the Holy Sect. Rest in peace, I will eradicate the evil of the Holy Sect and restore peace to this martial world!"

Then, Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell, exuding boundless majesty and domineering aura: "The Western Regions Holy Sect has long plagued the martial world, causing immense suffering and committing countless evils. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven, using your blood to atone for the injustices of this world! Even if the Western Regions Holy Sect were to unleash its full force, what would I, Shi Feiyang, fear! This martial world should be a peaceful and tranquil place, a bright and clear universe, how can we allow these villains to run rampant!" With that, the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand flashed with cold light, and a spray of blood splattered out.

Shi Feiyang's righteous words resonated like a great bell, striking Gu Mu's heart and causing him to tremble. They also shook the hearts of Xue Hongshan, Xue Tielong, and Xue Qiuchun nearby like a surging wave.

Everyone gazed at Shi Feiyang's upright figure, their eyes filled with admiration and awe. Xue Hongshan, who had been beaten and covered in wounds by the Blood Lord, and whose body was stained with blood, sighed inwardly, "This young man has a great sense of righteousness and such spirit; he is truly a blessing to the martial world."

Citroën, in extreme danger, felt a surge of fighting spirit and secretly vowed, "In the future, I will fight for justice in the martial world, just like Brother Shi." Xue Qiuchun looked at Shi Feiyang with admiration in her beautiful eyes. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks were slightly flushed. It was as if everything else in the world had ceased to exist, and all she could see was Shi Feiyang's tall figure.

After Shi Fei finished speaking, he swung the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand, which was like a white beam of light streaking across the night sky.

A flash of cold light, and the ancient tree's head flew up instantly, tracing a strange arc in the air.

Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, splashing onto the cold ground and instantly staining a patch of snow red.

The snow, stained with blood, resembled blooming, flamboyant red plum blossoms, appearing both tragically beautiful and terrifying under the cold moonlight. As Gu Mu died, the nauseating stench emanating from his "Blood Luo Hand" technique gradually dissipated into the chilly night air.

With his death, all evil will be dispelled.

Shi Feiyang, holding the blood-stained Frost Blade, stood tall in the night, like a war god descending to earth. He exuded an aura of awe, his robes fluttering in the wind, and the moonlight shining on him, outlining his resolute features.

Wu Shi, an elder of the Beggars' Sect, held the heavy, dark Dog-Beating Stick. He seemed like a messenger from hell, his figure as elusive as a ghost, flitting about on this bloody battlefield that had become a living hell.

His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. The greed and cruelty in his gaze sent chills down one's spine.

At this moment, he was using the "Poke Word Technique" from the Beggars' Sect's ultimate martial art, the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, intending to kill the beautiful yet helpless Xue Qiuchun in front of him to satisfy his twisted desires.

With a swift movement, his dog-beating stick flashed out like a black lightning bolt, delivering the "reverse stab to the dog's buttocks" move.

This move is cunning and ruthless, targeting the lower body and aiming directly at Xue Qiuchun's vital leg muscles.

Xue Qiuchun frowned, a hint of panic flashing in her beautiful eyes. She thought to herself, "The Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Staff Technique is indeed as famous as it sounds. How can I possibly withstand such a fierce attack?"

Knowing full well the danger she was in, she dared not slacken her pace in the slightest. She hurriedly swung her longsword, unleashing a move from the "Lady's Swordplay" called "Falling Petals." The sword flashed, like colorful petals falling in spring, light and beautiful, yet concealing deadly intent, attempting to block Wu Shi's fierce attack.

With a crisp clang, the longsword clashed with the dog-beating stick, sparks flying everywhere, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

A powerful force jolted Xue Qiuchun's arm, causing it to tremble slightly and nearly causing her to drop the longsword.

A bitter feeling welled up in her heart as she secretly blamed herself for being too weak and struggling to face such a powerful enemy.

She bit her lip tightly, but her eyes revealed a stubbornness as she thought to herself, "I must not give up now; I must persevere."

However, Wu Shi's offensive was relentless and unstoppable. Before one move was even finished, he immediately followed up with a desperate move.

He leaped up suddenly, his body twisting abruptly in mid-air, like a fierce eagle swooping down on its prey. The dog-beating stick, whistling through the air, crashed down on Xue Qiuchun's head like a mountain bearing down.

The wind howled, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, making people tremble with fear.

Xue Qiuchun's face turned pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she was filled with fear. She secretly lamented, "What should I do? If this attack lands, I'm afraid my life will be in danger."

She hastily dodged to the side, her figure as light as a willow catkin, while her long sword drew an arc, executing a move from the "Lady's Swordplay" called "Wind Swaying Willow Branches." This move was gentle yet contained hidden tricks, attempting to use this ingenious sword technique to deflect Wu Shi's powerful force.

However, Wu Shi's Dog-Beating Stick Technique was truly exquisite. Although Xue Qiuchun managed to avoid vital points, she was still struck on the shoulder by the force of the stick.

Xue Qiuchun's clothes tore instantly, revealing a patch of fair skin. A shallow cut appeared on her shoulder, and the bright red blood seeped out, looking particularly shocking in the cold moonlight.

Xue Qiuchun's brows furrowed in pain, but she endured it, gripping her longsword even tighter. A surge of anger rose within her, and she secretly vowed, "I will make this villain pay the price."

Xue Qiuchun felt a piercing pain in her shoulder, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing her at the same time.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the bright red wound on her shoulder, and felt a pang of pain in her heart, as if she were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

At this moment, she knew her situation was becoming increasingly difficult, like a lone boat in a storm, about to be swallowed by the surging waves. But in this moment of despair, Shi Feiyang's tall figure and handsome face, like a ray of warm sunshine, involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she dreamt of Shi Feiyang appearing before her like a god descending from heaven, shielding her from the surging onslaught.

She could almost see Shi Feiyang's determined eyes and feel his strong arms. As long as Shi Feiyang was by her side, all the dangers in the world would disappear.

Wu Shi took in Xue Qiuchun's panic and helplessness, and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. A cruel smile appeared on his ferocious face, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter. He thought coldly to himself, "This little girl is nothing special. Today I will definitely cut her down with my stick and let her know what happens when she opposes me."

Thinking this, he let out a low and fierce shout, a sound that seemed to come from the deepest hell, filled with an evil aura. With this shout, he wildly swung the dog-beating stick in his hand again, unleashing a move called "Shu Dog Barking at the Sun".

Suddenly, the tip of the dog-beating stick bent, like a venomous snake poised to strike a fatal blow, shooting towards Xue Qiuchun's fair, jade-like throat with a sharp whistling sound, determined to kill her.

Xue Qiuchun was terrified and her mind was in turmoil, as if countless fawns were pounding wildly in her heart.

She instinctively raised her longsword to defend herself, but her movements were slightly slow due to her panic.

The longsword barely blocked the dog-beating stick, but the powerful impact was like a surging undercurrent, instantly spreading throughout her body, causing her to stagger and almost fall to the ground. At this moment, she was drenched in sweat, fine beads of perspiration covering her beautiful face, and her hair was disheveled, obscuring half of her face.

Her once clear and bright eyes were now filled with tension and fear, like a frightened fawn.

Her heart trembled uncontrollably, and a voice kept echoing in her mind: "Am I really going to die here today? Young Master Shi, where are you...? Please come and save me..."

Her voice echoed in my heart, filled with endless despair and longing.

Wu Shi, however, was like a tireless demon, giving Xue Qiuchun no chance to catch her breath.

Immediately afterwards, he used another trick: "judging people by their appearance".

The dog-beating stick spun rapidly in his hand, creating a whirlwind that howled like countless evil spirits.

The dog-beating stick was used to frantically stab and thrust at Xue Qiuchun's vital points, each stab carrying a deadly threat.

Xue Qiuchun felt a dark shadow flickering before her eyes, and Wu Shi's relentless attacks came from all directions.

She felt as if she had fallen into a dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of light.

Although she tried her best to wield her longsword and use various exquisite moves from the "Lady's Sword Technique" to defend herself, her resistance seemed so powerless under Wu Shi's frenzied attack.

Several more bloodstains appeared on her body, and bright red blood slowly flowed down her jade-like skin, dripping onto the cold ground and forming vivid yet tragic blood flowers.

Xue Qiuchun was filled with despair. Every time she swung her longsword, she used all her strength. It was her last struggle.

But Wu Shi's attacks seemed endless, wave after wave, gradually making her feel powerless.

Xue Qiuchun's consciousness gradually blurred, and the scene before her eyes became hazy. However, only Shi Feiyang's figure became clearer and more profound in her mind.

She seemed to see Shi Feiyang running towards her, calling her name, his voice filled with anxiety and concern.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile that carried a hint of relief and anticipation, as if telling Shi Feiyang, "I've been waiting for you, come quickly..."

Suddenly, a deafening crash, like a bolt from the blue, echoed across the bloody battlefield, which had become a living hell. The sound, carrying endless despair and fear, was like an invisible claw, piercing straight into Xue Qiuchun's heart, making her soul tremble.

Xue Qiuchun was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled violently, like a frightened fawn shivering in a storm.

Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

At that moment, Xue Qiuchun felt utterly hopeless, believing that she was about to die under Wu Shi's vicious stick.

Tears, uncontrollably overflowing from her tightly closed eyes, flowed like pearls from a broken string, slowly sliding down her fair, delicate cheeks. In this blood-soaked hillside, her pitiful appearance was like a breathtakingly beautiful painting, evoking pity in all who beheld her. However, at this critical moment, a moment of life-or-death crisis, Xue Qiuchun suddenly felt herself being gently pulled into a broad, warm embrace by a pair of strong arms.

That embrace, like an impregnable fortress, exuded a reassuring aura, tightly protecting Xue Qiuchun and giving her an endless sense of security. Her heart, which had been in a state of panic and near despair, miraculously calmed down in that instant, like a lone boat adrift on a vast sea finally finding a peaceful harbor.

It turned out that after Shi Feiyang successfully killed Gu Mu, his heart was always concerned about Xue Qiuchun's safety.

He used his mysterious lightness skill, which allowed him to "conceal his identity and name," and his whole body was like a dazzling white shooting star, carrying the determination and resolve to pierce the night sky, as he rushed towards Xue Qiuchun to save her.

At this moment, he gripped the gleaming Frost Blade tightly in his hand. The blade shimmered with a chilling and captivating light under the dim moonlight, silently proclaiming the impending slaughter, and seemingly declaring its majesty to the evil of the world.

His figure moved like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch a glimpse of him, like a gust of wind that vanished in an instant.

With a sudden swing of his sword, this strike carried an overwhelming momentum, as if it could cleave through all the darkness and evil in the world, directly deflecting Wu Shi's extremely sharp dog-beating stick.

The flash of the blade was like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky, illuminating Xue Qiuchun's world of despair.

Then, he stretched out his long arm and gently embraced Xue Qiuchun as if she were the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

The movement, though gentle, carried an undeniable firmness, declaring to the world that he would fight with everything, even his own life, to protect Xue Qiuchun.

Xue Qiuchun felt Shi Feiyang's familiar aura, and was both surprised and delighted. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes shining like stars in the night sky, bright and captivating, gazing at Shi Feiyang with deep affection.

His eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration, so much so that it was almost overflowing.

At that moment, all the dangers of the world vanished from her mind, leaving only Shi Feiyang, who had descended like a god to save her from dire straits. She couldn't help but reach out and tightly embrace Shi Feiyang's neck, burying her face in his chest as if trying to become one with him.

She murmured softly, "Young Master Shi, you've finally come. I knew you would come to save me. In this world, you are my support, my everything. Without you, I truly don't know what I would do..."

Her voice was soft and trembling, filled with endless affection and dependence.

Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly turned as sharp as an eagle's.

Those eyes seemed to see through everything, like two cold beams piercing straight at Wu Shi.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his chest bulging as if absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He activated the powerful Mingyu Gong within his body, and his whole body immediately exuded a majestic and chilling aura, like a volcano about to erupt, poised to burst forth, or like a cold pool swept by a gale, overflowing with coldness.

Wherever this aura reached, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a thin layer of frost gradually appeared on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed his renowned "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," unleashing the powerful "Slaying the Mortal World" move.

In an instant, the blade flashed and danced, like countless bolts of lightning intertwining and colliding in the air, their light so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes. The blade energy surged and spread, carrying an overwhelming and destructive force, as if it wanted to level everything in the world, and rushed towards Wu Shi.

Wherever the blade energy passed, the air seemed to be arbitrarily cut into countless fragments by an invisible giant hand, emitting a hissing sound.

The ground was also slashed with deep trenches by the blade energy, soil flew up, and vegetation was instantly cut down, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

Upon seeing this, Wu Shi was greatly alarmed, like a frightened bird, and a trace of panic flashed in his originally fierce eyes.

But as an elder of the Beggars' Sect, he had spent many years struggling in the martial arts world, and his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up made him dare not back down in the slightest.

He clenched his teeth, his face ashen, and thought to himself, "This Shi Feiyang is indeed worthy of his reputation. If I don't fight with all my might today, I'm afraid I'll lose my life here." He hurriedly used the "Turning Technique" from the Dog-Beating Stick Technique to try to redirect Shi Feiyang's powerful, almost terrifying, skill and extremely sharp sword energy.

He wielded the dog-beating stick rapidly, his figure elusive like a ghost, and unleashed a series of exquisite moves such as "vicious dog bites back" and "quick strike on the dog's buttocks." Each move carried the unique charm of the Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Stick Technique, combining fierceness with agility, and sharpness with hidden mysteries.

The dog-beating stick flew up and down in his hands, creating a whistling sound, as he tried to find a glimmer of hope amidst Shi Feiyang's relentless onslaught.

However, Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Kung Fu was not something that ordinary people could withstand.

The Mingyu Gong true energy within his body seemed to form a huge, bottomless vortex, continuously ejecting a chilling aura towards Wu Shi's acupoints.

Wu Shi felt a chilling coldness, like a surging undercurrent, rapidly spreading from the soles of his feet to his entire body.

Wherever it passed, the muscles instantly spasmed, as if being twisted violently by a pair of invisible giant hands, and the meridians felt as if they were being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time, causing unbearable pain.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he couldn't help but let out muffled groans of pain.

My once nimble hands gradually stiffened, and my feet became numb, feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The once exquisite and unpredictable Dog-Beating Stick Technique had become clumsy, its moves riddled with flaws, like a toddler struggling to learn to walk, utterly powerless against Shi Feiyang's powerful offensive.

How could Shi Feiyang let such a fleeting opportunity slip by?

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

That resolute determination, imbued with anger at evil and a steadfast commitment to justice, burned like an inextinguishable flame.

He raised the Heavenly Frost Blade high once more, the light gleaming on its blade growing even brighter and more dazzling. His gaze was resolute as he stared at Wu Shi, coldly declaring, "You villain, you have committed countless evils; today is your death day. How dare you, such a despicable scoundrel, commit such heinous acts in this martial world!"

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang swung his sword down fiercely. This strike carried with him his pent-up anger and unwavering determination, and the momentum to sever all evil in the world and restore peace to it.

A sharp "crack" sounded particularly jarring in the eerily silent night sky, like a thunderclap.

Before Wu Shi could react, he was sliced ​​into seventy-two pieces by the countless blades of energy conjured by Shi Feiyang's sharp and flawless strike. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and pieces of flesh flew about, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

Wu Shi's severed limbs were scattered on the ground, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying under the dim moonlight.

The splattered blood shimmered eerily in the moonlight, a testament to the struggle of evil after its destruction.

At this moment, Guo Xiangyu was in mid-air. In this chaotic and bloody world, she was relatively safe, but her heart seemed to be tightly tied to Shi Feiyang by an invisible thread, and she could not let go of it for a moment.

Her bright eyes, like two dazzling stars, anxiously searched the ground for Shi Feiyang's figure in the dim night.

Every time his gaze swept across the battlefield, it was filled with anticipation and unease, as if searching for a lighthouse in a vast ocean.

Finally, when she saw Shi Feiyang's familiar, upright figure, a complex expression of surprise and worry flashed in her eyes.

A joyful surprise, like the first flower blooming in spring, quietly blossomed in her eyes, but worry, like a heavy cloud, quickly enveloped them. Her lips trembled slightly, like petals swaying in the wind, as she whispered, "My lord, you must be safe. From the moment Xiangyu first saw you, my heart has been bewitched, unable to leave you. This terrible, nightmarish battle has gripped my heart every moment. You must protect yourself. Xiangyu is willing to give everything, even her life, for your safety. As long as you are safe, Xiangyu will do anything without regret..."

Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet full of determination. In the midst of the chaos and bloodshed, it sounded so faint, yet so affectionate, as if it had pierced through all the turmoil and penetrated straight into Shi Feiyang's heart.

Her eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang, unwilling to look away for even a moment. She wanted to use this affectionate gaze to build an indestructible, invisible protective wall for Shi Feiyang, to shield him from all the dangers of the world.

On the ground, Shi Feiyang released Xue Qiuchun, gazing at her with a firm yet gentle look.

That gaze was like the warm sunshine of spring, filled with endless care.

He said in a deep voice, "Miss Xue, please take good care of yourself and don't get involved in this hellish battle. As for the remaining thieves, I, Shi, will punish them and make them pay the most painful price for their heinous crimes today."

Xue Qiuchun was filled with worry about the distressing situation, her eyes anxiously scanning her surroundings.

Just then, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xue Hongshan, who was being beaten by the Blood Venerable and was vomiting blood repeatedly. Xue Hongshan's face was ashen, devoid of any color, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. The crimson blood dripped onto his clothes, making for a particularly shocking sight.

His body swayed precariously, as if a gentle breeze could knock him over; clearly, his internal injuries were extremely severe.

Upon seeing this, Xue Qiuchun cried out in alarm, "Quickly, go save my father!" Her voice was filled with fear and anxiety, like the mournful cry of a frightened fawn in dire straits, carrying endless helplessness and deep concern for her father.

(End of this chapter)