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

Chapter 280. Jade Soul Ice Light Dispels Evil Spirits, Dragon Trail Sword Shadows Sweep Away Demonic Atmosphere.
Uma's black wing tattoo on her neck suddenly swelled, and the nine skulls on her bone whip simultaneously emitted shrieks. However, upon touching the chilling aura of Mingyu Gong swirling around Shi Feiyang, they instantly froze into ice crystals. The Western Region demon was horrified, and like a startled bird, he swayed rapidly, his black robes fluttering as he left three afterimages on the spot, barely avoiding a fatal blow.

Just as Liao Pei got into position, he suddenly heard a sharp sound as if something was being torn apart.

Red Lotus lunged forward, her body hunched over, her ten fingers suddenly growing three inches long. Green venom seeped from under her fingernails and dripped onto the ground, hissing as it instantly corroded deep, bone-revealing holes in the blue bricks.

Liao Peixuan spun around like a dragon, his Tongbei Fist's "White Snake Spitting Tongue" barely grazing the old woman's face, when Nalila suddenly appeared from the side, her claws gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light—it was the long-lost "Crushing and Sky-Splitting Claw" of the Western Regions Holy Sect!
Five blood streaks tore through the air, forming a pincer attack with Hong Baolian's "Rotten Bone Chicken Feet Claws," directly targeting Liao Pei's major acupoints.

At the critical moment, Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade suddenly hummed, and the Bagua runes flowing on the blade shone as bright as day. He unleashed the "Qiankun Eight Trigrams Formation," and the yin-yang fish phantoms drawn by the blade even swirled the cold wind into a vortex.

Red Lotus laughed maniacally as she turned to meet the attack, her fingertips clashing with the blade's light, exploding into bursts of purple smoke.

Lie Quan turned his blade, the back of the blade striking her wrist bone like a serpent, the clanging of metal against metal making everyone's eardrums ache.

The old woman, Hong Baolian, neither dodged nor avoided, letting the crisp sound of her wrist bones breaking echo as her other hand's poisonous claws were already touching Lie Quan's throat!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liao Pei pressed forward, suddenly unleashing the Tongbei Fist technique "Long Arms Like an Ape," his fingers like steel hooks aimed at Nalira's back.

Narila spun around to dodge, her claws drawing eerie arcs in the air, the crimson light they created condensing into a Shura phantom in the void. She shrieked as she coordinated with Hong Baolian, one claw targeting Lie Quan's lower body, the other aimed straight for Liao Pei's eyes, the deadly poison permeating the air, turning the snowy night into a terrifying bluish-green.

Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade danced in the form of a Bagua phantom, and the runes flowing on the blade collided with the venom at Hong Baolian's fingertips, instantly bursting into a purple-black poisonous smoke.

The old woman Hong Baolian's fingernails grazed his right cheek, instantly oozing black blood, and the flesh at the corroded spot rolled up as if being boiled in oil; Nalira's sharp claws were even more like venomous black dragons, piercing his left shoulder blade with a "plop," the sound of bones breaking mixed with the muffled sound of flesh tearing, startling all the spectators on the city wall who gasped in shock.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Deeply Concealing One's Body and Name." This footwork was unpredictable, with each step subtly conforming to the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. His figure moved swiftly from east to west, like a firefly under the moon, and in an instant, he had pulled the dying Lie Quan into his arms.

Xie Wen's eagle eyes flashed like lightning. He immediately used the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" to rush over with Shi Xiong. The jade bottle in his arms was tilted, and the melted water of Tianshan snow lotus mixed with a hundred-year-old ginseng pill, lesser ginseng pill, greater ginseng pill, soul-gathering pill, heart-protecting pill and other divine medicines rolled into Lie Quan's throat.

When the snow lotus water touched the wound, it produced wisps of white smoke, forcing out all the black blood.

Shi Xiong's hands flew as he bandaged Lie Quan's wounds.

Seeing his sworn brother seriously injured, Liao Pei roared like thunder, unleashing the Tongbei Fist's "Chain Deadly Hands" like a rain of pear blossoms, the wind from his fists causing snow to fly everywhere.

Nalira was forced to retreat repeatedly, only to see Hong Baolian hunch over and attack like a venomous snake, her ten poisonous claws aimed straight at Liao Pei's back!

At the critical moment, the bowstring of the Miao Clan Dragon Bow trembled, and nine wild goose feather arrows flew through the air in a "nine-star formation," their arrowheads gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light; Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts also transformed into three blood plum blossoms, blocking the old woman Hong Baolian's retreat.

Red Lotus shrieked and swung her claws to block the arrow. Her fingernails collided with the arrow, and amidst the flying sparks, they corroded the arrowhead with tiny holes.

Wu Zhong's robes fluttered in the wind, and the veins on his temples bulged like writhing dragons.

His eyes widened in fury, his pupils seemingly burning with the flames of hell. As he slowly raised his hands, the snow within a three-zhang radius transformed into ice crystals that swirled and rose into the air, refracting countless icy glints in the moonlight. With a roar that shattered the cold night, the phantom of a three-headed, wrathful Vajra appeared in his palms—the "Subduing Demon Palm" unleashed by the "Six Harmonies True Scripture"! Wherever the palm wind passed, the air crackled with a piercing sound, the snow instantly turned to dust, and the ground collapsed, creating a crater over ten feet deep.

Feng Yantan, the leader of the Western Regions Holy Sect, lunged forward with a grotesque laugh. His ten fingers suddenly grew three inches longer, the nails gleaming with a cold, bluish-black light—it was the "Blood Claw Asura Technique," a form of "Chicken Foot Kung Fu" cultivated to its most insidious and vicious form. He let out a shrill screech like an owl, and with a swift grab of his claws, five streaks of blood-red energy tore through the air: "A Central Plains warrior, do you dare to seek survival under the Holy Sect's claws?"

The moment the claws collided with the Vajra Palm, countless sparks flew, the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and the shockwave swirled the surrounding snow into a blood-red vortex.

At this moment, Diao Liao, the leader of the Western Regions Holy Sect, swooped down on Xiao Lingling like a night hawk. His ten knuckles bulged like iron, demonstrating the pinnacle of the Holy Sect's "Iron Bone Chicken Feet Skill." Xiao Lingling let out a sharp cry, her twin swords suddenly separating as she unleashed the deadly move, "Seven Fiends Penetrating Bone Blade."

With a soft "click" from the hidden guard on the blade, seven poisoned bone-piercing nails shot out in the shape of the Big Dipper, their tips glowing with an eerie blue-green venom under the moonlight.

The eagle howled and swung its claws to block, but Xiao Lingling suddenly turned around, her twin blades transforming into thousands of butterfly shadows, the blade light as serpentine as it flicked its tongue, aiming straight for her throat!
As the two fought, countless drops of blood splattered on the snow, resembling blooming red plum blossoms under the moonlight.

Xiao Lingling swept her longsword horizontally, the blade's energy tearing through the air and leaving a half-zhang-long white mark in the void: "Take this! Anyone who dares to offend the Xiong Ying Society shall die!"

Diao Liao snorted coldly, her claws gripping the blade like iron clamps, sparks flying as her nails struck the black iron: "You little brat, you think you can stop me?"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a cloud of green mist, which was the Holy Sect's secret "Bone-Corroding Powder"!
Wherever the fog reached, wisps of blue smoke rose from the ground, and the accumulated snow instantly turned into black water.

Xue Hongshan and the others watching from the city wall suddenly changed their expressions.

Ellie gripped her longsword, its tip trembling slightly, the phoenix totem on its blade faintly glowing; Lin Wanqing gently stroked the Longevity Sword, her eyes filled with worry, cold sweat beading on her palms; Bai Zhi quietly raised her spiked silver staff, the poisoned spikes at its tip gleaming with a ghostly blue light. Though they were Madam Shi, accustomed to the storms of the martial world, they were still shocked by the breathtaking battle before them, feeling a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Uma suddenly slapped Liao Pei with both palms, and dark red runes appeared in his palms. It was the "Yin Wind Poison Sand Palm" that had been lost by the Western Region Holy Sect for a long time!
Wherever the palm strike passed, strange ripples appeared in the air, and black ice patterns instantly formed on the ground.

Kong Sanjiao and the others dared not be careless, each unleashing their most powerful skills: Fan Shi, stepping on the Bagua formation, executed "Dragon Piercing Clouds" from the "Twelve Forms of Xingyi"; Liu Yehua's Hundred-Leaf Blade transformed into a rain of blades, a deadly move called "Hundred Blades Return to the Source"; and Southwest Wind used his Tai Chi Blade to create a Yin-Yang fish formation, channeling the power of the Poison Sand Palm into the ground. The heroes cautiously trapped Uma within.

Nalira and Hong Baolian suddenly bypassed Liao Pei and Lie Quan, and like two lurking scorpions, they darted along the ground.

The two women's fingers grew three inches longer, their nails gleaming with a bluish-black light, and wherever they passed, wisps of blue smoke rose from the snow—this was the "Blood-Destroying Claw," a fusion of the Western Regions Holy Sect's "Chicken Foot Skill" and the Five Poisons Sect's "Bone-Eating Claw." Their four claws intertwined like steel hooks, specifically targeting the lower body acupoints of Kong Sanjiao, Liu Yehua, Southwest Wind, and Fan Shi, their claw strikes fierce and bringing with them gusts of bloody wind.

Miao Menlong drew his bowstring taut like a full moon, his pupils suddenly contracted, and nine goose-feather arrows spun rapidly between his fingers, their arrowheads gleaming with a deep blue light.

"Hit!" With a loud shout, the arrow shot out and transformed into nine cold lights in the air, which was actually "Nine Stars Chasing the Moon" from the "Nine Consecutive Arrows of Divine Arrows".

With a light touch of his toes, Shan Zhi's figure darted out like a ghost. The plum blossom dart in his hand flew out and exploded into three plum blossoms in the air. Each petal contained a hidden mechanism, instantly weaving into an impenetrable net of hidden weapons, blocking Nalila and Hong Baolian's retreat.

Seeing that things were not going well, Uma suddenly leaped into the air as his black robe billowed, his body surrounded by blood mist that surged like boiling magma.

She clasped her hands together, dark red runes appearing in her palms, and chanted incantations. Amidst the mournful incantations, the snow within a radius of ten feet turned into a torrential downpour of blood—it was the long-lost "Blood Sacrifice Technique" of the Western Regions Holy Sect, a technique of mutual destruction!
As her incantation quickened, a blood-red altar slowly rose from the ground, and countless vengeful phantoms on the altar let out mournful screams, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the white mist around him suddenly surged.

Ming Yu Gong circulated at high speed, his bone-chilling true energy surging like a reversed Milky Way. He released Lie Quan and used the profound lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name," his figure transforming into a streak of light as he shot down. In mid-air, his hands moved like lightning, striking seven major acupoints around Uma's body. Wherever his fingertips touched, tiny ice crystals condensed in the air. This was Ming Yu Gong's "Frosty Jade Acupoint Strike," the icy energy entering her body instantly freezing Uma's meridians, causing her "Blood Sacrifice Technique" to stall.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" from his Divine Dragon Claw technique. His figure appeared and disappeared in the snowy night, each step landing on a mysterious point. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Uma, his left hand reaching out, his five fingers like steel hooks grabbing for Uma's throat. The claw's wind was fierce, bringing with it a series of whistling sounds. Uma was terrified and tried to dodge, but found that her meridians were frozen by the cold air, making her movements slow.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Heavenly Frost Blade tightly in his right hand, and the ancient runes of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" on the blade suddenly glowed. With a roar, he unleashed the killing move "Slaying the Mortal World," and the blade light poured down like a silver river, carrying the momentum of splitting the heavens and earth, slashing down at Wuma.

Wherever the Frost Blade passed, the air crackled with a piercing sound, and the blood mist along its path instantly condensed into countless ice shards.

Uma desperately tried to resist, but her Shura Bone Whip was swung hastily, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The Frost Blade and the Bone Whip collided, sparks flying everywhere. With a "crack," the Bone Whip shattered into pieces.

The blade's momentum didn't wane, cleaving Uma in two. Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a scarlet arc in the air before splashing onto the snow, turning the pristine white ground a shocking dark red.

The "Blood Sacrifice Spell" lost its caster, and the blood-red altar collapsed with a deafening roar. Countless vengeful spirits let out mournful screams and were sucked into the ground.

Outside Wulang City, everyone felt a chill as they gazed at Shi Feiyang's proud figure standing in the snow.

He exuded a chilling aura, and the blood on the Frost Blade dripped down the blade, blooming into bewitching blood flowers on the snow, fully displaying the majesty and domineering presence of a great hero.

Before Uma's mangled body even hit the ground, Hong Baolian let out a piercing scream.

Her ten fingers, like iron hooks, plunged into the snow, using the force to leap into the air. The poisonous mist emanating from her body even stained the falling blood rain a dark green.

"Give me back the life of the Dharma King who protects the Dharma!" She unleashed both claws, using the "Ten Thousand Poisons Piercing the Heart" technique from the "Blood Claw of Destruction." Ten dark green claw shadows, carrying a putrid stench, shot straight at Shi Feiyang's face like venomous snakes spitting their tongues.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his Mingyu Gong true energy condensing into an ice crystal armor on his body. His Heavenly Frost Blade unleashed seven sword flowers, a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique"—"Snow Reflecting Cold Plum Blossoms." The blade light clashed with the claw shadow, erupting in a piercing metallic clang. Hong Baolian's three fingernails were severed, and green, poisonous blood gushed out like a fountain. She screamed and flew backward, crashing into the city wall, leaving a poisoned, human-shaped bloodstain on the bluestone.

Seeing the situation was not good, Nalila turned to flee. Miao Menlong would not give her the chance. He twanged the bowstring again, and three poisoned bone-piercing nails shot out in a triangular pattern. This was a variation of the "Nine Consecutive Arrows of Divine Arrows" technique, "Three Stars Chasing Souls".

Nalira hastily used "Hawk somersault," but her deep acupoints were attacked by the extreme cold of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong. She could no longer avoid the rain of darts, and her left shoulder and both legs were hit one after another. She immediately collapsed into a pool of blood.

She struggled to get up, but Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts were already upon her, one of which struck her right between the eyebrows.

Narila's brains mixed with blood splattered on the snow, drawing grotesque patterns.

As Zhong Renwang's palms danced, dark blue runes appeared in his hands, and he chanted, "Eight Steps to Catch the Toad, a Myriad of Mysteries!"

In an instant, wisps of eerie blue mist rose from the snow, transforming into countless phantoms of Beggars' Sect disciples. These phantoms, some wielding dog-beating sticks and others brandishing iron palms, appeared and disappeared in the mist, chanting the sect's slogans in unison, the sound waves causing the accumulated snow to fall in a rustling sound.

Xie Zhichuan drew his longsword, its blade flashing like a dragon, the runes of the "Thirteen Deadly Sword Techniques" shimmering on its surface; Dugu Yan, on the other hand, unleashed the eerie "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," the sword light transforming into blood-red afterimages. The two, one on the left and one on the right, followed each other like shadows, using these phantoms as cover to protect Zhong Renwang, together disappearing into the snow, tearing a crack in the snow and vanishing in an instant.

Seeing this, Beggar Clan elders Ding Hong and others also slithered into the snow like snakes, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Shi Feiyang roared and cleaved away the illusions Zhong Renwang was creating with his magic, but he did not pursue the fleeing enemy. His eyes were fixed on the battle.

At this moment, Xiao Lingling and Diao Liao were locked in a fierce battle. Diao Liao's ten fingers grew three inches, and his nails gleamed with a cold, eerie green light. Every time he struck with his claws, he brought with him a foul-smelling poisonous mist. This was the "Destroying Poison Claw," a fusion of the Western Regions Holy Sect's "Chicken Foot Skill" and the Five Poisons Sect's "Bone-Eating Claw."

Xiao Lingling wielded her twin swords with impenetrable speed, the blue light flowing along the blades colliding with the poisonous mist, exploding into bursts of purple sparks.

Shi Feiyang let out a long roar, stepped on the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walk" of the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Skill, and his figure transformed into a stream of light and rushed to the battlefield.

Mingyu Gong's true energy condensed into a vortex of white mist around his body. With a gentle swirling and flick, he sent Xiao Lingling more than three zhang away.

He gripped the Frostblade, and the ancient runes of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" on the blade suddenly glowed. He unleashed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" move. The blade light resembled a golden dragon coiling around him, protecting him completely while simultaneously seeking opportunities to counterattack. Wherever the blade passed, the air crackled with a piercing sound.

Upon seeing this, Diao Liao let out a strange cry, and his claws moved like lightning, tearing five bloody marks in the air. This was the killing move of the "Chicken Foot Skill," "Five Claws Rending the Sky."

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly changed his sword stance and unleashed a move called "Heaven and Earth Live Together".

This move was powerful and sweeping, the blade light seemingly encompassing heaven and earth, colliding violently with Diao Liao's claw shadow, unleashing a deafening roar, and the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns wherever the shockwave reached.

Before Diao Liao could catch his breath, Shi Feiyang had already closed in and unleashed the final chapter of the "Three Poison-Breaking Techniques," the "Golden Silkworm Rain Blade."

A fine golden light emanated from the Heavenly Frost Blade, like thousands of golden threads interwoven into a net, instantly enveloping Diao Liao within it. This golden light appeared gentle, but in reality, it was extremely sharp. Diao Liao's "Chicken Foot Kung Fu" claw shadow shattered upon contact, and all ten fingers were severed inch by inch within the golden light.

"Ah—" Diao Liao let out a shrill scream, but it was too late.

With a flick of his wrist, Shi Feiyang sent the Heavenly Frost Blade into a golden streak that traced 189 arcs in the air.

Blood splattered everywhere as the eagle's body was cleaved into countless pieces, falling like rain of blood.

Dismembered limbs and pieces of flesh were smashed on the snow, turning the pristine white snowfield into a shocking dark red, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

Shi Feiyang stood atop a small hill of corpses, his dark cloak stained with purplish-black blood. Drops of blood from his Heavenly Frost Blade scorched the snow, creating wisps of blue smoke—a strange phenomenon resulting from the clash between the Western Regions Holy Sect's unique deadly poison and the fiery blood of the Central Plains. The chilling aura surrounding him solidified, outlining a grotesque Asura phantom in the moonlight, each wisp of frosty air seeming like the wailing of hellish demons.

At this moment, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and Feng Yan Tan are locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Wu Zhong's palms flew, and the three-headed, glaring Vajra phantoms on his palms emitted golden light, which was the "Subduing Demon Palm" activated by the "Six Harmonies True Scripture"; Feng Yan Tan's ten fingers grew three inches, and his nails gleamed with a bluish-black cold light. Wherever the "Blood Claw Asura Skill" passed, the air twisted into a blood-red vortex.

When their hands collided, the ground collapsed with a roar, and dark purple venom seeped from the spiderweb-like cracks, sizzling as it corroded the snow.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply. He lightly touched the corpse with his toes to gain leverage and used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Deeply Concealing One's Body and Name."

This footwork was unpredictable, each turn subtly echoing the mysteries of the celestial sphere. His figure shifted erratically, east and west, like a firefly under the moon, or a ghostly flame from the underworld. By the time Feng Yantan sensed the bone-chilling wind emanating from the blade, the Heavenly Frost Blade had already poured down like a cascading silver river—the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Slaying the Mortal World"!
When the sword flashed, thousands of frost vapors transformed into dragons, freezing the area within a radius of ten feet into an ice prison.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the Mingyu Gong to its ultimate level, and the cold light shot out like silver needles, piercing into all the major acupoints on Feng Yantan's body.

The leader of the Western Regions Holy Sect suddenly felt as if his hands and feet were being plunged into ancient ice. He tried to use his internal energy to resist, but he saw Shi Feiyang stepping on the "Seven Steps of the Dragon," each step landing on his vital point, the Xuan Guan.

"Crack, crack," the sound of bones breaking rang out one after another as Shi Feiyang's blade whirled like a windmill.

The Heavenly Frost Blade, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, first severed Feng Yantan's arms inch by inch, then cleaved him in two from top to bottom. Before the mangled body could fall to the ground, the blade flashed again, and three hundred and sixty-five cold rays wove a net of death, shredding his flesh and blood into dust.

Amidst the rain of blood, Feng Yantan's severed limbs, bits of flesh, and bone fragments poured down like a torrential downpour. Pieces of flesh covered in ice crystals splattered onto the scorched ground, splashing countless scarlet plum blossoms on the snow.

The north wind swept across the top of Wulang City, carrying the last few drops of blood. Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword and stood there, the Heavenly Frost Blade trembling slightly as it shook off the last trace of crimson. His black cloak fluttered in the wind, and the murderous aura surrounding him had not yet dissipated, but when he caught sight of those familiar figures at the city gate, his expression softened.

The moment the city gates burst open, Ellie rushed in like a crimson flame, her golden chainmail clanging crisply: "My husband!"

She threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms with such force that she almost made him stumble. Warm tears seeped through his clothes and into his wounds. "You're covered in blood, are you injured?" Lin Wanqing followed closely behind, her trembling fingers hovering over his shoulder, hesitant to touch him. The embroidered lotus blossoms on her handkerchief were already crumpled from her grip. "Hurry back to your room, I've made some calming soup..."

Gong Simeng, like a frightened fawn, clutched his sleeve tightly, refusing to let go: "I knew you would come back safely! Every moment on the city wall felt like a year..." Liu Guihua gave him a hearty punch on the back, but with red eyes, she turned her head away: "Shi Lang, if you take such a risk again next time, I'll whip you!"

Guo Xiangyu watched this scene from afar, feeling a tightness in her throat.

She bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

Seeing Shi Feiyang surrounded by five ladies, the gentle smile on Shi Feiyang's lips was more dazzling than the winter sun.

Guo Xiangyu longed to rush forward and embrace him without hesitation, just like Yi Li, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she could only let the bitter tears well up in her eyes. "So, I don't even have the right to stand beside him..."

She murmured to herself, her voice fading into the wind.

Xue Qiuchun stood on the city wall, her face paler than the snow on the city wall.

She watched Shi Feiyang and the ladies walk away hand in hand, her beautiful eyes dim and lifeless.

She once thought her feelings for Shi Feiyang were unique, but now she realized that Shi Feiyang's tenderness had already been shared with so many beautiful women. Jealousy gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake, but how could she blame Shi Feiyang?

Sigh! I can only blame myself for not meeting Shi Feiyang sooner, and for not being able to enter his heart sooner.

Inside the palace, candlelight flickered. Shi Feiyang unfolded the defense map of the Western Regions Holy Sect, his eyes blazing: "Although we have won this time, the foundation of the Holy Sect is not damaged. If we do not press our advantage, it will surely become a great threat." The heroes sat around, offering their suggestions and strategies.

On the city wall, Xue Hongshan and his two sons remained standing like wooden stakes.

This thrilling and bloody battle, and the unparalleled martial arts skills displayed by Shi Feiyang, had already left them dumbfounded.

Guo Xiangyu quietly hid behind the crowd, her eyes always following Shi Feiyang's figure.

The way he frowned in thought, and his commanding presence, all made Guo Xiangyu's heart race.

She silently vowed in her heart: "My lord, even if you have thousands of beauties by your side, I am willing to be the most inconspicuous shadow. As long as I can stay by your side, that will be enough."

Xue Qiuchun turned and left, tears finally streaming down her face.

She didn't know how to face this hopeless love, or how to heal the deep wound in her heart.

In the royal palace, after a secret discussion, the chief leader Shi Feiyang, along with the elders of the Xiong Ying Society, Liao Pei ("Tongbei Fist"), Lie Quan ("Qiankun Blade"), Wu Zhong ("Iron Palm"), and the heads of various incense halls, Xiao Lingling ("Mandarin Duck Blade"), Miao Menlong ("Divine Archer"), Shan Zhi ("Plum Blossom Dart"), Xie Wen ("Flying Eagle Detective"), Shi Xiong ("Little Page"), and Guo Xiangyu, used their lightness skills to fly out of the city overnight and sneak towards the stronghold of the Western Region Holy Sect in Ningxia.

Meanwhile, heroes from the martial arts world, including Kong Sanjiao (Seven Swordsmen), Fan Shi (Xingyiquan), Liu Yehua (Hundred Leaf Blade), and Xinanfeng (Taiji Blade), were left behind to assist Yili, Lin Wanqing, Baizhi, Liu Guihua, and Gong Simeng in defending the city.

Shi Feiyang, along with the elders of the Xiong Ying Society, Liao Pei ("Tongbei Quan"), Lie Quan ("Qiankun Dao"), Wu Zhong ("Tie Zhang"), and the heads of various incense halls, Xiao Lingling ("Yuanyang Dao"), Miao Menlong ("Shenjian Shou"), Shan Zhi ("Meihua Biao"), Xie Wen ("Feiying Shentan"), Shi Xiong ("Xiao Shutong"), Guo Xiangyu, and others, were like ghosts in the dark night, moving nimbly and stealthily as they quietly slipped in.

The movements were fluid and almost silent, blending quietly into the thick darkness of the night.

The north wind, carrying sand and gravel, lashed against the watchtowers of the Western Regions Holy Religion's Ningxia stronghold, while the iron horse wind chimes emitted a mournful sound in the deathly silence of the night.

Shi Feiyang stood under a withered willow a hundred meters away from the city wall, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, the moonlight reflecting a cold gleam on the blade of the Heavenly Frost Blade.

Behind them, Liao Pei's Tongbi gauntlets gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade runes glowed faintly, and Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades were wrapped in poisoned red silk. A chilling aura surrounded everyone.

"The Ningxia outpost is built against the mountain, with three sentry posts and twelve hidden stakeouts," Xie Wenying said in a low voice, his eyes sharp as lightning. "The shift change at 11:45 AM is the perfect opportunity." Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, and with a flick of his clothes, he unleashed his unparalleled lightness skill, "Concealing One's Identity and Name," his figure becoming a blur as he swiftly sped away, skimming the ground. The others followed closely behind, like ghosts moving silently through the night sky, their toes barely making a sound as they touched the dry grass.

Just as they stepped into the stronghold's territory, a dark figure suddenly leaped down from the watchtower.

The patrolling disciple, holding a black banner, had sharp eyes like an eagle. The moment he caught sight of the group, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was about to shout a warning.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure transforming into a streak of white light, and in the blink of an eye, he had already closed in on his opponent.

He moved with lightning speed, his two fingers precisely striking the opponent's pressure point to silence him. Then, he exerted force with his palm, and the disciple let out a muffled groan, falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string, without even the sound of the copper bell at his waist.

Shi Feiyang bent down to examine the corpse, his fingertips stained with a smear of black blood, his expression cold and stern: "It's a hidden weapon tempered with 'Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder'."

He turned to look at the crowd, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "A net has been laid here, do not be careless."

Before the words were finished, torches flickered in the distance, and more than twenty disciples of the Holy Sect, wielding bone blades, came in a fan-shaped formation to surround them.

Liao Pei sneered, his arms suddenly growing three feet longer, and he unleashed the "Long Arms Like an Ape" technique of Tongbei Fist, his figure moving like a ghost among the enemy.

With each punch, the sound of bones shattering echoed. Before several disciples could react, their meridians were severed, and they collapsed to the ground. Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade drew out the illusory image of a yin-yang fish. As soon as the "Qiankun Eight Formations Blade" was unleashed, the blade light formed a net, trapping five enemies within it. Blood splattered everywhere the blade passed.

Xiao Lingling let out a sharp cry, and the Mandarin Duck Blades transformed into thousands of butterfly shadows, unleashing a continuous barrage of killing moves from the "Seven Fiends Penetrating Bone Blade".

She moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, and with a flash of her blade, seven poisoned bone-piercing nails shot out. Those hit screamed and scratched their throats, dying from the poison in moments.

Miao Menlong drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The arrow pierced the air with a sharp, piercing sound. The arrowhead gleamed with a ghostly blue light. He aimed specifically at the enemy's throat, eyes, and other vital organs. Each arrow took a life.

Shi Feiyang held the Heavenly Frost Blade, and his Mingyu Skill was at its peak, with a chilling aura emanating from his body.

He unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Frosty Sky Obscures the Sun," his blade flashing like a cascading silver river. Wherever it touched, enemies were frozen into ice sculptures, then cleaved into pieces by the sharp blade energy. The stench of blood permeated the night, mingling with the sand and wind, making one want to vomit.

In the heat of battle, a bell suddenly rang out from deep within the stronghold, three long and two short tones—the very warning signal from the Holy Church.

Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "Reinforcements are on their way, let's finish this quickly!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd intensified their attack, slaughtering the Western Region Holy Sect disciples who were left in disarray, their bodies strewn across the battlefield.

At this moment, the gates of the stronghold slowly opened, and dozens of Holy Cult experts carrying torches filed out, an even more brutal battle about to unfold. The cold stars in the night sky were dim, and the bronze bell of the Ningxia stronghold suddenly emitted a long, tearing sound, the sound waves crashing against the cliff and echoing, startling the crows on the cliff edge into fluttering flight.

Before Shi Feiyang had even stepped past the third sentry post, he saw black robes surging from all directions, and hundreds of Holy Sect experts surrounded him, stepping over corpses. The moonlight flowed across their bone weapons, making the whites of their eyes glow with a faint blue light.

"Who are you, you cowards!" The leading protector stood like an iron tower, his bulging muscles straining against his black robe, and his thick, bristly beard was stained with undried blood. He brandished his nine-section chain whip, the clanging of the iron rings like a death knell. "Dare to trespass on the sacred grounds of the Holy Church, and I will offer you as a blood sacrifice to the Black Demon God!"

Before the words were even finished, the whip tip had already transformed into a black lightning bolt, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and the mist around him suddenly surged.

The power of this Mingyu Gong, when cultivated to its highest level, actually condensed a frost prison within a radius of ten zhang. He stepped to the side using the "Seven Steps of Dragon Walking" to dodge, and his left hand unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw, the black energy wrapped around his fingertips condensing into five illusory dragon shadows—it was none other than the ultimate skill of the Divine Dragon Claw, "Dragon's Roar to the Nine Heavens"!
Where the claw-like wind passed, the air emitted a piercing tearing sound, and even the snow on the ground was shredded into blood-red icicles.

The guardian's expression changed drastically, and his chain whip spun rapidly like a wheel, weaving an impenetrable iron curtain in front of him.

The moment the whip clashed with the dragon claw, sparks flew and black poisonous smoke billowed out.

It turns out that the whip was soaked in "bone-corroding powder" from the Western Regions, which would cause it to rot upon contact.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, flipped himself up the three-zhang-high watchtower, and his Heavenly Frost Blade drew a half-moon shape. The "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" "Slaying the Mortal World" was wrapped with sharp blade energy and cleaved the entire earthen wall into dust.

Liao Pei's arms suddenly grew three feet longer, and his Tongbei Fist's "Chain Deadly Hands" rained down like pear blossoms. He focused on attacking the lower body, and each punch shattered the blue bricks. Thirty-three Holy Sect disciples were unable to dodge in time, and their kneecaps were shattered on the spot, screaming and rolling on the ground.

Lie Quan wielded the Qiankun Blade with ferocious power, the Bagua runes on the blade gleaming brightly. The "Qiankun Eight Formations Blade" transformed into a phantom of a yin-yang fish, enveloping all seventy-five attackers. Wherever the blade swept, blood gushed out like a fountain.

Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck swords suddenly separated, unleashing the deadly move, "Seven Fiends Penetrating Bone Blade." A soft "click" sounded from the hidden guard on the blade, and seven poisoned bone-piercing nails shot out in the shape of the Big Dipper. A Holy Sect elder raised his sleeve to block, only to see the bluish-green poison from the nail tips instantly spread along his sleeve, his entire arm turning into pus in the blink of an eye. Before he could utter a shrill scream, Xiao Lingling's blade had severed his throat.

Miao Menlong drew his bow to its fullest extent, the arrow whistling sharply through the air. He aimed specifically at the enemy's eyes; the arrowheads gleamed with a ghostly blue light, the very "blood-sealing throat" poison, a secret concoction from the Miao region, given to him by Lady Shi Baizhi.

Whenever the bowstring twangs, someone will collapse to the ground, clutching their bloodied and mangled eye sockets, convulsing.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts transformed into three blood-red plum blossoms, drawing eerie arcs in the air, specifically targeting the enemy's back.

Those struck by the dart all fell forward, letting out a gurgling sound as they breathed their last.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was stained a shocking crimson.

The stench of blood grew stronger in the night air. Guo Xiangyu's bamboo knife gleamed with a bluish light under the moonlight, its hilt wrapped with red silk soaked in "Drunken Immortal Powder".

Her movements were like a butterfly, and her "Three Talents Blade of Qimen" made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

As the tip of her bamboo knife touched the disciple's acupoint, a wisp of pale blue powder drifted down with the wind. The disciple's wrist had just been slashed open when suddenly his pupils dilated, a hoarse sound came from his throat, and black blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices. Within three steps, he collapsed into a muddy state.

Wu Zhong's palms flew, and three glaring Vajra phantoms on his palms emitted golden light.

The air exploded wherever the "Subduing Demon Palm" struck, and the three Holy Sect elders were shaken so badly that their internal organs shifted, and blood mixed with bits of flesh gushed from their mouths and noses, creating hideous blood craters on the ground.

The ground had long been corroded by the "Bone-Corroding Powder" from the Western Regions, leaving it riddled with holes. Every drop of blood that fell sent up toxic smoke, turning the white snow into an eerie purplish-black.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the watchtower, his Heavenly Frost Blade unstained by a single drop of blood, yet radiating a chilling aura that captivated the soul.

He roared to the sky, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness. He activated the Mingyu Gong to its highest level, and the chilling aura around him transformed into a hundred-foot-long ice dragon. "Those who offend my Central Plains, though far away, shall be punished!" The ice dragon swooped down, and wherever it passed, the disciples of the Holy Sect were instantly frozen into crystalline ice sculptures. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the light of his blade poured down like a silver river, shattering the ice sculptures one after another. Limbs and broken arms flew everywhere with the ice crystals.

Xie Wen used the "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Technique," his figure elusive like a ghost.

His left hand held a silken net that gleamed silver, while his right hand held a nine-section steel whip wrapped with barbs. Each movement he made was accompanied by a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

With the silk net covering their heads, the thirteen disciples of the Holy Sect were bound and unable to move. The steel whip then bit like a venomous snake, targeting their throats and lower abdomens. Blood dripped down the tip of the whip, forming a winding bloodline on the ground.

Shi Xiong's slender figure moved through the blood mist, his white rainbow sword gleaming with a cold light, each swing accompanied by a sharp sound of wind being cut.

The moment the sword clashed with the mace, sparks flew like fireflies, illuminating his clenched teeth and the burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

The moment the iron teeth of the club broke off, he lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow, the tip of his sword piercing his opponent's face with pinpoint accuracy. The crisp "crack" sound was like the strings of death being suddenly plucked.

Guo Xiangyu's hand holding the bamboo knife was already soaked with sweat, her knuckles white, yet she still gripped it tightly.

Her gaze followed Shi Feiyang's figure from beginning to end, like a vine chasing the sunlight, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Seeing him surrounded by enemies, her heart felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand silver needles at once. A tearful cry escaped her throat: "Don't hurt my young master!" The bamboo knife in her hand transformed into a green light, and the "Three Talents Chain Slash" move unfolded like flowing water.

Her figure was as light as a butterfly, yet she possessed a sharpness that should not be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)