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

Chapter 279. Frosty blades sever clouds and shatter demonic shadows; cold sand bathes in blood and buries Asuras.

The night was as dark as gauze, turning the hills into a pale bluish-gray.

Xue Qiuchun stood gracefully on the hillside, her white dress fluttering gently in the evening breeze, like a white plum blossom shivering in the cold wind.

From afar, inside the tent, Guo Xiangyu was tiptoeing, gently tidying Shi Feiyang's disheveled hair ornament.

Her eyes were filled with tenderness like spring water, and her fingertips lightly touched Shi Feiyang's eyebrows and eyes, her movements as gentle as if she were touching a rare treasure.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips—a tenderness that Xue Qiuchun had longed for day and night but had never shown to her.

Xue Qiuchun's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and her chest felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain. She staggered back half a step, her back hitting the cold city wall, before she snapped out of her daze.

With light, graceful steps, she walked towards Shi Xiong, her skirt sweeping across the remaining snow on the ground, and also across her broken heart.

"Shi Xiong..." Xue Qiuchun's voice was so soft as if she was afraid of waking something. When she looked up at Shi Xiong, there were still tears on her eyelashes, about to fall. "That Guo Xiangyu... who exactly is she to Young Master Shi? Why is she so... so close to him?"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice began to tremble uncontrollably, like a candle flame flickering in the cold wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Shi Xiong scratched his head, a troubled look on his honest face.

Looking at Xue Qiuchun's tearful face, he felt a pang of pity, but he could only tell her the truth: "Miss Xue, to be honest, my young master has saved Miss Guo from the brink of death many times. In Miss Guo's heart, he is her life, the person she is willing to protect with everything..."

These words were like sharp daggers, piercing straight into Xue Qiuchun's heart.

She felt the world before her eyes begin to blur, her ears were ringing, and she could no longer hear what Shi Xiong said after that.

In the instant she turned around, a scalding tear rolled down her cheek and landed on the snow, instantly turning into a tiny icicle.

She gazed at the distant, rolling mountains, their peaks in the night like silent behemoths, swallowing the last glimmer of light.

The wind whipped snowflakes against her face, but she felt no cold; her mind was filled with images of Shi Feiyang and Guo Xiangyu together.

It turns out that there was already someone like that in his life, and he was just an extra spectator.

Tears streamed down her face, yet she refused to utter a sound, biting her lip tightly, letting the sorrow overwhelm her. "Young Master Shi..." she murmured, her voice fading in the wind, "So, in the end, I was too late..."

During the day, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the small mountain a dark red.

The group rested in their tents, the surroundings eerily quiet except for the occasional low cries of vultures in the distance, which added to the sinister atmosphere.

The Western Regions Holy Sect, along with Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, and others, thought they had won a great victory, never expecting that Shi Feiyang would dare to return to this place.

After returning to their stronghold, they found places to rest under the guidance of the Holy Church disciples, their snores mingling with their sleep-talking.

As dusk deepened, the sunset glow on the horizon seemed to be soaked in blood, and the night, like a giant black net, slowly enveloped the earth.

Inside the tent, Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, Ding Hong, and others were fast asleep, wrapped in blood-stained blankets, their snores and murmurs mingling.

Inside the stronghold of the Western Regions Holy Religion, the flickering candlelight cast shadows on the ferocious totems on the tents.

Zhong Renwang woke up from a nightmare with a start, and when he sat up abruptly, cold sweat trickled down his forehead along the scar.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and caught a glimpse of Xie Zhichuan wiping his blood-stained longsword in front of a bronze mirror. The sword reflected the distorted faces of the two men, their lips curling into sinister smiles like the spitting of venomous snakes.

"Chief Zhong, this stench of blood is truly keeping me awake." Dugu Yan's voice was like a viper's hiss, her pale fingers lightly tracing the human skin mask around her neck, a sickly blush rising on her face. "But thinking of that scoundrel Shi Feiyang's beautiful wives and concubines..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, causing Ding Hong to grip the dog-beating stick tightly, making a cracking sound from his joints.

The Beggars' Sect elders Wu Gun and Wu Zhou, along with Xue Zun and Li Wuduo, slowly awoke from their slumber. They rubbed their sleepy eyes, a cunning glint flashing in them, like wolves smelling the scent of their prey.

Zhong Renwang got up and straightened his disheveled clothes, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, revealing endless ruthlessness.

He led the group, striding quickly toward Qiyin's tent.

They trudged through the blood-soaked mud, their boots scraping against the frozen ground with a harsh sound.

The moment the tent flap was lifted, a pungent, sweet stench wafted out—the human skin carpet on the ground was still seeping blood, and phosphorescent lights flickered eerily in the skull lamps hanging around the perimeter.

Qi Yin leaned back on the tiger-skin chair, the blood droplets that had congealed on her black robe slowly dripping down along the gold embroidery.

As soon as Zhong Renwang led everyone into the camp, they all knelt down and performed a grand salute.

Zhong Renwang raised his head, his face plastered with a fawning smile, and bowed, saying, "Master, you are wise! The Naiman tribe has now fallen into the hands of that scoundrel Shi Feiyang's wives and concubines. The likes of Yili and Lin Wanqing are nothing but pretty girls; even if they have some martial arts skills, they are nothing but empty gestures, unlikely to amount to anything. In my opinion, while that scoundrel Shi Feiyang is still reeling from his recent defeat, we should launch a surprise attack tonight on the Naiman tribe's capital, Wulang City. We will be like tigers among sheep, slaughtering them without leaving a single survivor!"

After saying that, he secretly observed Qi Yin's expression out of the corner of his eye, afraid of missing even the slightest hint of joy or anger.

Xie Zhichuan hurriedly followed, echoing in a shrill voice, "What Chief Zhong said is absolutely right! What can those women do? With a single order from the leader, we will surely raze Wulang City to the ground and turn Shi Feiyang's lair upside down, so that the world will know that there is only one way out: to be an enemy of the Western Regions Holy Sect!"

A sickly blush rose on Dugu Yan's pale face as she smiled effeminately, "Master, such a golden opportunity to make a name for ourselves must not be missed. Taking down the Naiman tribe will not only cripple Shi Feiyang's arm but also expand our sect's power—a double win!"

Qi Yin sat upright on the tiger-skin chair, listening to the flattering words of the crowd, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes.

He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Chief Zhong is indeed brave and resourceful, worthy of being the leader of the Beggars' Sect in the Central Plains, renowned throughout the world! This plan is excellent, just what I wanted." After saying that, he slammed his hand on the armrest, stood up, and waved his hand, giving a command in a booming voice: "Guardian Dharma King 'Black-Winged Rakshasa' Uma, listen to my command! Immediately lead Chief Zhong and all the heroes, along with three thousand elite disciples of my Western Region Holy Sect, on a long-distance raid tonight on Wulang City, the capital of the Naiman tribe! We must fight swiftly and decisively, and wipe out the Naiman tribe in one fell swoop. Any negligence will be punished according to military law!"

The crowd answered in unison, drew their weapons with a "whoosh," clasped their fists, and shouted: "We are willing to go through fire and water for our leader!"

The sound shook the dust off the tents.

Every face was filled with ferocity and greed, as if the treasures and beauties of Black Wolf City were already within their grasp.

Dusk, like a spilled jar of thick ink, quietly spread over the ramparts of Wulang City, staining the world with a deep blue hue.

Hundreds of tallow lanterns on the city wall gradually lit up, their warm yellow glow swaying like stars scattered across the earth, draping the city, which was about to be engulfed in war, in a gentle veil.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the city wall with his hands behind his back, his black cloak billowing in the night wind, resembling an eagle poised to take flight.

The intricate and exquisite dark patterns at the edges of his cloak shimmered faintly in the lamplight, like stars shifting and turning, adding to his mysterious and imposing aura. His sword-like eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples, and his starry eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if they could see through the deep night and discern all the world's conspiracies and schemes; yet they also seemed to hold an endless resolve that no one could shake.

Beneath his straight nose, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, outlining a strong and resolute line that exuded courage and determination; his chiseled features revealed a masculine aura, every inch of which seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by the heavens.

His hair swayed gently in the night breeze, exuding an air of untamed freedom, as if playing with the wind or telling his legendary tale.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his back as straight as a javelin, radiating a reassuring power.

He had his hands behind his back, his well-defined fingers occasionally clenching into a fist.

He was pondering a strategy to defeat the enemy, and also silently accumulating a powerful force that was about to erupt.

He stood there quietly, like a majestic mountain peak, unmoved by howling winds or torrential rain.

As long as he is there, this city is indestructible.

Behind Shi Feiyang, the four men stood like loyal guards, steadily protecting him.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, always alert to the slightest movement around him; Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Sword tightly, the tassel fluttering in the wind, as if he couldn't wait to drink the enemy's blood.

Guo Xiangyu gently stroked the bamboo knife, her eyes filled with a unique tenderness.

Her gaze followed Shi Feiyang closely, filled with concern and admiration. She would steal glances at him from time to time, her eyes revealing a deep affection that she could not hide, as warm and intense as the spring sun.

Guo Xiangyu's heart was already completely occupied by Shi Feiyang.

Although she learned after arriving in Wulang City that Shi Feiyang already had several wives, her love for him not only did not diminish but grew even stronger. In her view, the fact that so many outstanding women deeply loved Shi Feiyang was precisely proof of his extraordinary charm.

She was proud of Shi Feiyang, which strengthened her resolve.

Shi Feiyang was like the light in her life, illuminating her entire world; her soul was already tightly bound to him.

She gazed at Shi Feiyang's retreating figure, her heart filled with longing.

She dreamed that one day she could become one of the many stone ladies, standing by his side alongside those women.

She was willing to go through fire and water for Shi Feiyang, to solve his problems, and to dedicate everything she had to him.

Even if it's just handing Shi Feiyang a cup of hot tea or gently wiping away his sweat when he's tired, she feels incredibly happy.

At this moment, Guo Xiangyu gently bit her lip, a hint of shyness and determination flashing in her eyes, and silently made a vow in her heart: "Young master, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I am willing to walk side by side with you. In this life, I will only be devoted to you."

The night was as dark as ink, yet it could not conceal the five fragrant breezes that drifted through the corridor. Amidst the tinkling of jade pendants, the Naiman tribe chief, Ellie, clad in golden chainmail, her crimson cloak fluttering like flames, appeared. Even in her military attire, the heroic spirit and tenderness in her eyes remained undiminished.

She rushed up to the city wall, her slender hand tightly gripping Shi Feiyang's palm, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she were holding the only treasure of her life: "Husband, the Western Region Holy Sect has come out in full force this time, and their methods are insidious and ruthless. Although I am leading the Naiman warriors to guard the rear, my heart is hanging on you every second."

She looked up at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with tenderness and worry. "Promise me you will take good care of yourself."

Lin Wanqing moved with light, graceful steps, a layer of sorrow veiled her gentle face.

Her delicate hands trembled slightly as she took out a plain white handkerchief from her sleeve. The embroidery of twin lotus blossoms on it was lifelike, with stitches as fine as her thoughts: "I embroidered this overnight, soaked in a stimulating soup made from thousand-year-old ginseng from Changbai Mountain."

She gently placed the handkerchief into Shi Feiyang's palm, her voice choked with emotion, "If you are tired or weary, smell it. My husband, do you know how I long for you day and night, yearning for your safe return..."

As she spoke, glistening tears welled up in her eyes.

Bai Zhi's face, as cold and aloof as frost and snow, was now filled with concern.

She held up a small, exquisite jade bottle, the Bagua diagram subtly engraved on its surface shimmering with light: "My husband, this wound medicine took me forty-nine days and thirty-six kinds of rare medicinal herbs to refine."

She solemnly placed the jade bottle in Shi Feiyang's hand, her cool fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of his hand. "If there's any wound, even just a scratch, apply it immediately. If anything happens to you..."

She paused, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "In this world, there is nothing left for me to cherish."

Gong Simeng had long lost her usual liveliness and playfulness. Her big eyes were full of worry as she tightly gripped Shi Feiyang's sleeve, refusing to let go: "Husband, you said you would take me back to Jiangnan to see the ten miles of peach blossoms and to pick lotus flowers by boat on West Lake!"

She shook Shi Feiyang's arm, her voice trembling with tears, "You can't go back on your word. I'll wait here forever, until my hair turns white and my teeth fall out, I'll still wait for you to come back!"

Liu Guihua walked forward casually and put her arm around Shi Feiyang's shoulder: "Shi Lang! You can go and fight without worry. With us guarding the rear, those bandits won't be able to set foot in Wulang City!"

Her eyes widened, her face fierce. "If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I'll chop them into mincemeat and feed them to the wolves outside the city!"

Looking at the five women who loved him deeply, Shi Feiyang felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He gripped Illy's hand tightly in return, then gently patted Gong Simeng's head. His gaze swept over the crowd, and he declared loudly, "With you all here, even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, I, Shi Feiyang, dare to brave it! To protect you, and for the sake of all living beings, I will make sure the Western Regions Holy Sect knows that those who offend me, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

His voice was firm and resolute, echoing in the night sky and stirring the hearts of those who heard it.

The night was as thick as ink, yet it could not conceal the turbulent emotions surging in Guo Xiangyu's eyes.

The sight of the five stone ladies surrounding Shi Feiyang pierced Guo Xiangyu's heart with pain.

The scene of Yili tightly holding Shi Feiyang's hand, Lin Wanqing tearfully handing over the handkerchief, Bai Zhi trembling as she presented the jade bottle, Gong Simeng's coquettish tugging, and Liu Guihua's bold vow—each scene was like a dense array of silver needles, piercing her heart.

Guo Xiangyu's fingernails dug deeply into her palms, and the tips of her fingers under the silk sleeves had already turned white.

Looking at Shi Feiyang's profile, which was surrounded by love, a bitter feeling welled up in her throat.

The night wind ruffled the strands of hair at Guo Xiangyu's temples. In a daze, she seemed to see herself turn into a wisp of smoke, drifting into that warm light. But reality was like cold chains, binding her firmly in place.

"Miss Xiangyu, your hand..." Shi Xiong's whisper shattered her reverie. Looking down, she discovered crescent-shaped bloodstains on her palm. Guo Xiangyu hurriedly covered her hand with her sleeve, but her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Shi Feiyang. The tenderness in his eyes was more dazzling than the stars in the sky, making her willingly drown in that deep affection.

"I'm fine." Guo Xiangyu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, her voice so soft it seemed to dissipate in the wind.

Her gaze followed intently as Shi Feiyang clasped hands with the five ladies, a burning desire surging within her.

If I could become the jade thumb ring on his finger, to be caressed by him every day; if I could become the sachet at his waist, to be by his side at all times; even if I were just a strand of silk on Shi Feiyang's sword tassel, to accompany him on his adventures in the martial world, that would be enough...

The night wind, carrying snowflakes, stung her face, but Guo Xiangyu was completely unaware.

Her mind kept replaying every moment of her encounter with Shi Feiyang—his heroic figure saving her with a knife when they first met, the way Shi Feiyang frowned when she was injured, and his warm, sunny eyes when he smiled.

Those memories are like fine wine, the more you savor them, the more intoxicating they become, and the more intoxicated you become, the more painful they become.

Guo Xiangyu bit her lower lip and tasted the salty, fishy taste of blood.

How she wished she could muster the courage to hold his hand fearlessly like Elizabeth, and to pour out her heart gently like Lin Wanqing, even if she were rejected, it would be better than this torment. But cowardice, like vines, tightly bound Guo Xiangyu's hands and feet, leaving her only able to stand in the shadows, turning her deep affection into a silent gaze.

"Young Master..." Guo Xiangyu called out a thousand times in her heart, her voice resounding in her chest.

Snowflakes landed on her eyelashes, quickly turning into water droplets, whether from snowmelt or unshed tears, it was hard to tell.

The north wind whipped up snowflakes like steel pellets, and Shi Feiyang stood in the shadow of the arrow tower atop the city wall. His dark cloak fluttered in the wind, and the silver cloud patterns embroidered on it shimmered faintly in the moonlight. The eagle hairpin on his black gold and jade crown trembled slightly, and the dark tassels hanging from the crown's brim partially obscured his eyebrows and eyes, but could not hide the cold glint surging in his eyes.

His sword-like eyebrows, as black as ink, flew diagonally into his temples, and now they were tightly furrowed, as if a thousand years of frost had been frozen between his brows.

His eyes were deep and cold, like a deep pool, his pupils as black as night, gleaming with a chilling light. When he glanced at the black banner of the Western Regions Holy Sect, his gaze was sharp enough to pierce through the thick darkness. But when it fell on the five ladies, it instantly softened, his eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness.

Beneath his straight nose, his thin lips were pressed into a cold, hard line, and his jaw was slightly taut, revealing his inner composure and fortitude. Occasionally, a slight upturn of his lips would reveal a sinister smile, seemingly carrying a hint of disdain and contempt for his enemies.

The veins on his neck bulged slightly, faintly visible beneath his dark skin, revealing a power that was about to be unleashed.

Kong Sanjiao, the "Seven Swordsman," gently stroked the hilt of his sword, the longsword trembling slightly between his fingers and emitting a clear, dragon-like roar: "Grand Master! The Western Regions Holy Sect has come in full force this time, with all the elites of the thirty-six altars deployed, and the Blood Shadow Demon Art, which has been lost for a hundred years, has reappeared. How should we defeat them?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes blazed as he stared intently at the churning black clouds on the distant horizon.

Shi Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his black cloak fluttering in the wind, like a majestic mountain.

He slowly turned around, a cold glint in his eyes: "The martial world is treacherous, as it has always been. Back then, I ventured alone into the northern deserts and fought the Twelve Linked Fortresses by myself. Did I ever fear? Today, with the help of all of you heroes, what is there to fear in defeating us?"

He paused, then said in a booming voice, "Remember, we are not only protecting this city, but also the peace and tranquility of millions of people!"

Shi Feiyang slowly turned his head again, his movements unhurried yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying immense force: "The world of martial arts is full of bloodshed and violence, when have I, Shi Feiyang, ever feared anything?" After saying that, he raised his hand and gently stroked the hilt of the Heavenly Frost Blade.

His fingertips traced the patterns on the blade, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey.

Before he finished speaking, he lightly touched the edge of the battlements with his toes and swooped down to the edge of the city wall like an eagle.

His dark cloak billowed behind him like sails, and his right hand rested on the hilt of the Heavenly Frost Blade, his fingertips tracing the ancient engraved patterns.

In the distance, the black banners of the Western Regions Holy Sect surged like a tide. Shi Feiyang looked at the rolling dark clouds, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and the taut lines of his jaw proclaimed an unquestionable determination.

As the first war drum sounded, Shi Feiyang slowly drew half of his blade. The cold light reflected in his eyes, making them appear like poisoned blades. He exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, like a peerless divine weapon about to be unsheathed.

The wind and snow howled, Shi Feiyang's cloak billowed like a sail, making him resemble a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

Sometimes his gaze is sharp and insightful, revealing a wisdom that sees through everything; other times his eyes are sinister and radiate a chilling murderous intent.

His slightly raised chin, tightly pursed thin lips, and sharp eyes all exuded his domineering aura and majesty.

Fan Shi of Xingyi Quan roared, his bones and muscles cracking like popping beans. When he clenched his fists, he left two afterimages: "The Grand Master is right! The Bagua Maze outside the city hides deadly moves, and the Fire and Thunder have laid a net of heaven and earth! If they dare to come, I will make this Black Wolf City their burial ground!" After saying that, he threw a punch, the wind from which was like the roar of a tiger, plowing a trench half a zhang deep in the ground.

The crowd shouted in unison, "We are willing to go through fire and water for Chief Shi!" The sound soared into the sky, startling birds within a ten-mile radius into scattering.

The five stone ladies simultaneously drew their weapons. Ellie's longsword was drawn with a clear, resonant sound, Lin Wanqing's silver needles flashed with a cold light, Bai Zhi's jade bottle gleamed with a ghostly glow, Gong Simeng's bow was drawn like a crescent moon, and Liu Guihua's broadsword unleashed a fierce gust of wind. All of them were determined to live and die with the city.

In the distance, the black banners of the Western Regions Holy Religion surged forth like a tidal wave.

Uma, the "Black-Winged Rakshasa," was clad in black iron scale armor, her six wings unfurling like a demon descending to earth. She wielded a Shura Bone Whip, and nine skulls simultaneously emitted shrill cries: "You barbarian brats! Today I'll show you that beneath the iron hooves of the Holy Church, not a blade of grass will grow!"

Ellie's black hair flew wildly, and her crimson battle robe fluttered like flames.

Her jade-like hand pointed to the sky like a sword, and her voice boomed like thunder: "Thousand-Machine Soul-Chasing Crossbow, fire!"

In an instant, hundreds of crossbows on the city wall roared to life, and three thousand poisoned javelins, wreathed in black flames, shot through the air like meteors falling to earth, or like ghostly arrows from the underworld. The "Seven-Step Intestine-Severing Powder" on the javelins dissolved upon contact with blood, and those struck instantly coughed up black blood, writhing into horrifying shapes on the snow.

A chorus of screams erupted from below the city walls. Though the Holy Sect disciples were clad in fine iron chainmail, they could not withstand the "Seven-Step Intestine-Severing Powder" forged on their javelins. Those struck by the arrows vomited black blood within three steps, collapsed to the ground convulsing, and let out a wail like a broken bellows.

Uma was furious. Just as the Asura Bone Whip had swung away two javelins, he suddenly heard a crisp "crack" sound from above.

Looking up, I saw Ellie using her "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens" light footwork, lightly touching the wall with her toes, and throwing three bone-piercing nails through the air.

The bone-piercing nail was shaped like a phoenix spreading its wings, with purple mist seeping from its tail feathers. It was the long-lost "Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun Nail"!
"Not good! It's the Five Poisons Sect's lost 'Bone-Corroding Powder'!" Zhong Renwang's expression changed drastically. He roared and quickly pointed with the bamboo stick in his sleeve. Suddenly, three bone-piercing nails exploded in the air, and the purple mist turned into thousands of fine needles that corroded bones upon contact.

The Beggar Clan disciple beside him screamed and scratched his skin, revealing his bare bones in the blink of an eye.

Xie Zhichuan was shocked and quickly brandished his longsword, unleashing the ultimate martial art, the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," with sword shadows protecting his body like silver rainbows.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan gritted her teeth and, disregarding the backlash, forcibly accelerated her power. The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique suddenly became bizarre and twisted, and the blood mist wrapped in the sword light shredded several bone-piercing nails into dust.

Zhong Renwang stared at the purple mist rising from Yi Li's fingertips and let out a muffled groan.

His hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and the Beggar Clan's nine-clawed golden dragon tattoo on his palms glowed with an eerie red light under the moonlight. "That Shi Feiyang!" he muttered through gritted teeth, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. "He actually toyed with us like puppets!" He had already cursed Shi Feiyang's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his heart, but he had to suppress his anger and coldly watch the changing battle situation.

He instantly realized that what Shi Feiyang had thrown back to Lan Xiaodie, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, was definitely not the real "Five Poisons True Scripture"—it was absolutely fake. The real "Five Poisons True Scripture" was definitely still in Shi Feiyang's possession, and moreover, it had already been practiced by Shi Feiyang's wives. With Yi Li's martial arts prowess, the power of the "Five Poisons True Scripture" would be even more astonishing after she practiced it.

It seems that in tonight's battle, Zhong's cunning schemes backfired, costing him his life.

Ugh! That bastard Shi Feiyang is so cunning. How can he be even more cunning than me?

The north wind howled, whipping up icicles, and blood mist rose around Uma, the black wing tattoo on his neck writhing like a living thing.

She roared to the sky, her voice as shrill as a night owl. With a sudden lash, the Asura Bone Whip unleashed nine black beams that pierced the air, condensing in mid-air into phantom images of green-faced, fanged Rakshasa. Each phantom opened its blood-red maw, spewing forth black mist carrying the stench of rotting flesh. Wherever it passed, the accumulated snow instantly turned into blood-red ice crystals, and wisps of green smoke rose from the ground.

Just then, a long, dragon-like roar came from the city wall.

Shi Feiyang stood on the seven-star position, and the white mist around him was like the Milky Way swirling upside down. This was the "Jade Universe Clarity" stage, which was the ultimate state of Mingyu Gong.

He drew the Heavenly Frost Blade from its sheath, and the ancient runes of "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" on the blade suddenly shone brightly, making his face appear as cold and stern as frost.

With his move "Frosty Sky Obscures the Sun," the blade flashed like a half-moon, instantly condensing the black mist into countless ice crystals.

The icicles made a crisp cracking sound as they fell, mingling with the distant sound of bones breaking, like a heart-wrenching death song.

Liao Pei, using the "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps," lunged forward, his arms moving like snakes, his Tongbei Fist's "White Snake Spitting Tongue" aimed straight for Uma's throat. The Western Regions Holy Sect's Incense Altar Master, Hong Baolian, screamed as she burst out from the side, her ten fingers gleaming with a dark light, green sap seeping from her fingernails dripping onto the snow, instantly corroding the bluestone into a hissing, deep pit.

This move, "Rotting Bone Chicken Feet Claw," combines Western Region poison techniques with the secret arts of the Five Poisons Sect, making it extremely insidious and ruthless.

Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade suddenly hummed, and the Bagua runes flowing on the blade shone brightly. He unleashed the "Qiankun Eight Formations Blade," and the blade light transformed into a Bagua phantom, completely deflecting Hong Baolian's attack.

Sparks flew as the back of the blade struck her wrist bone, the clanging of metal against metal making everyone's eardrums ache. "What a variation of the 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw'! Too bad it's nothing but a clumsy attempt to teach a fish to swim against the mighty sword of my Xiong Ying Society!"

Amidst the surging blood mist, Wu Zhong's robes fluttered wildly, and the bulging veins on his temples resembled writhing snakes.

As he thrust out his palms, the phantom of a three-headed, wrathful Vajra appeared in his palms. Wherever the wind from the "Subduing Demon Palm" passed, the snow instantly turned into blood, and the ground collapsed, creating a blood pit more than ten feet deep.

The Western Regions Holy Sect's Incense Altar Master Diaoliao unleashed his Chicken Foot Kung Fu, his five sharp claws tearing five bloody streaks in the air, even splitting the air itself, emitting a piercing shriek.

Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades suddenly transformed into thousands of butterfly shadows. A hidden groove on the blade clicked softly, and seven bone-piercing nails shot out in the shape of the Big Dipper. This move, "Seven Deadly Bone-Piercing Blades," was her unique and deadly technique. The nail tips glowed with a bluish-green poison. When they collided with Diao Liao's claw shadows, bursts of purple sparks erupted. The poison rapidly spread along the claw marks, and Diao Liao let out a miserable scream as half of its arm instantly turned into pus.

Diao Liao hurriedly retreated more than a hundred steps, took out the antidote unique to the Western Regions Holy Sect from his pocket, tilted his head back and drank it, dissolving the pus on his arm.

Uma's Asura Bone Whip coiled around Liao Pei's neck like a serpent, but Liao Pei suddenly grinned, his arms growing three feet longer, and he used the Tongbei Fist's "Long Arms Like an Ape" technique to strike Liao Pei's vital acupoint.

At the critical moment, Uma tore off the black feather from her neck and transformed into a blood mist to escape. The skull on the bone whip exploded with a bang, and amidst the poisonous smoke, Zhong Renwang had already formed a hand seal to unleash the Beggar Clan's long-lost "Eight-Step Toad-Catching Illusionary Formation".

In an instant, dark clouds obscured the moon, and amidst the wind and snow came the shouts of thousands of Beggars' Sect members, as if a vast army was pressing in.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his Heavenly Frost Blade unleashed a move called "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies." Wherever the blade energy reached, the illusion array shattered like thin paper.

He used the unparalleled lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles" to transform into a white rainbow, instantly blocking Uma's retreat.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the remaining snow on the city wall, his black cloak fluttering like a battle flag.

He coldly glanced at Zhong Renwang's "Eight-Step Toad-Chasing Illusionary Formation," only to see dark clouds obscuring the moon and thousands of illusory figures rushing in through the wind and snow, as if a vast army were pressing in.

Before the cold snort had even faded, the Frost Blade had already transformed into a silver rainbow and been drawn from its sheath. The ancient runes of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" on the blade shone brightly. With a single move, "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies," the chilling blade energy seemed to split the heavens and earth. Wherever it went, the illusionary array shattered like thin paper, and the illusory figures within the array turned into dust and vanished. Then, Shi Feiyang stepped onto the peerless lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," his figure transforming into a white rainbow that soared through the air, instantly blocking Uma's retreat.

The cold glint of the Frostblade illuminated his icy face, his eyes gleaming with a palpable killing intent, like two poisoned blades: "You treacherous dogs, having entered Black Wolf City, you've walked right into our trap. Tonight, none of you will leave alive!"

Before the words were finished, a flash of light appeared, and a line of blood swept across Uma's shoulder.

Uma let out a shrill scream, staggered and fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain, blooming into eerie blood flowers on the snow.

She scrambled away in a panic, leaving a trail of blood. At that moment, several altar masters of the Western Regions Holy Sect roared and pounced, their ten fingers growing three inches long, their nails gleaming with a bluish-black light—it was the Holy Sect's ultimate technique, "Chicken Foot Skill."

The white mist around Shi Feiyang suddenly surged, and the Mingyu Gong was activated to its highest level. The vortex formed by his true energy emitted a powerful suction force, absorbing all the palm strikes from the attackers. With his clothes billowing and his palms lightly waved, the altar masters were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings. Their proud "chicken claw" claws twisted and deformed in the invisible force.

Before the group could land, Shi Feiyang pounced on them like a ghost, unleashing the deadly move "Raging Sea Waves" with his Heavenly Frost Blade.

In an instant, the sword light transformed into a towering wave, and the sword energy seemed to be accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

With several sharp cracking sounds, the altar masters were cut in half at the waist before they could even utter a scream.

Their upper halves were thrown into the air, blood gushing out, while their lower halves remained in a forward-moving posture, staggering a few steps on the snow before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

In an instant, the snow was littered with severed limbs and broken pieces, and blood and ice shards condensed into dark red ice crystals that gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the cracking of bones intertwined to form a tragic war song. The feud between the Xiong Ying Society and the Western Region Holy Church reached its bloodiest confrontation beneath the walls of Wulang City.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the pool of blood, his Heavenly Frost Blade untouched by a drop of blood, radiating a chilling aura, like a demon from hell.

The north wind whipped up icicles like thousands of silver needles, piercing the battlements of Wulang City with a rustling sound. Zhong Renwang stared at Shi Feiyang's proud figure standing in the pool of blood, his hand gripping the bamboo stick trembling slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred, like the flickering tongue of a venomous snake before striking.

Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing rang out in mid-air. Xiao Lingling, using the "Swallow Skimming the Water" lightness skill, slashed her twin swords, creating seven silver flowers. Moonlight shimmered on her delicate face, making her willow-leaf eyebrows stand up like cold blades, and her almond eyes wide open like poisoned arrows. Her tightly pursed cherry lips turned pale, but a contemptuous smile hung at the corners of her mouth. The silver bells in her hair jingled as she spun rapidly, like a death knell.

Uma staggered to her feet from the pool of blood, black blood seeping from the tear in her black robe, and the black wing tattoo on her neck twisting like a living thing with her panting.

She suddenly ripped open her collar, revealing a dark red curse mark on her collarbone, and let out a shrill screech like a night owl: "You wretched bitch, you dare to mess with me? Today is the anniversary of your death!"

Her Asura Bone Whip suddenly lashed out, and nine skulls simultaneously bared their fangs, spewing black mist that instantly turned the snow into boiling blood wherever it passed. Seeing that Xiao Lingling's twin swords were wielded with impenetrable skill but were gradually losing ground under Uma's Asura Bone Whip, Shi Feiyang immediately used the peerless lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," his figure transforming into a white rainbow, the cold light brought by the Heavenly Frost Blade splitting the night sky in two.

(End of this chapter)