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

Chapter 298. The Blood Dragon Rages Through the Dark Wasteland, A Hero's Shadow Flickers in the Twilight.

Lie Quan sheathed his sword, looked at Jin Buhuan's corpse, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The torrential rain washed away the bloodstains on the blade, but the Bagua diagram still shimmered with golden light.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the center of the formation, and whispered, "Yang Yinglong, you're next."

At this moment, the battle cries from within the formation were deafening. Blood mingled with rainwater flowing through the grooves of the Xuan Iron Formation, and the battle between good and evil was escalating towards even greater carnage. The rain poured down, and miasma surged within the Xuan Iron Eight Trigrams Formation. The Crimson-Bearded Lord brandished his Poison Dragon Whip, its five forked mouths spewing thick green mist, the stench of decay almost nauseating.

He shrieked and lashed his long whip, the poisonous mist of "Poison Dragon Soaring to the Sky" churning and rising like a living thing. Wherever it passed, the surface of the black iron pillars sizzled and corroded: "Central Plains warriors, taste the feeling of Miao people's myriad poisons devouring your heart!"

Wu Zhong's iron palm gleamed with a bronze light, and ancient demon-subduing runes flowed between the lines of his palm. This elder of the Xiong Ying Society sat astride his horse, his robes fluttering even without wind, like a Vajra descended to earth.

His eyes widened, and his angry roar made the rain curtain pause for a moment: "The evil magic of Miao territory dares to run rampant in the Central Plains? Watch me subdue the demons and vanquish the bandits!" As soon as he finished speaking, the "Subduing Demons and Slaying Monsters" move of the "Subduing Demons Divine Palm" was unleashed with a bang. Wherever the palm wind went, the air exploded, and it actually split the poisonous fog that rushed towards him into a three-zhang chasm.

Upon seeing this, Red-Bearded Lord's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared as he wielded his Poison Dragon Whip with ferocious force.

Five snakes simultaneously spewed poisonous mist, which intertwined in the air to form a hideous phantom of a poisonous dragon, and a foul wind carrying corrosive venom swept over everything.

Wu Zhong snorted coldly and thrust out "Subduing Demons and Slaying the Heart" with his palms crossed. A golden shield of energy unfolded in front of him. The poisonous mist collided with the shield, immediately producing a piercing "sizzling" sound and turning into puffs of white smoke.

"A mere trick!" Wu Zhong roared, his figure closing in like an arrow released from a bow.

His iron palm flew like lightning, and the "Overturning Clouds and Seas" technique, carrying the force of thunder, aimed straight for the face of the Red-Bearded Lord. The Venerable Poison Dragon cried out and dodged to the side, while his Poison Dragon Whip coiled towards Wu Zhong's lower body like a serpent.

Wu Zhong neither dodged nor evaded. His right palm suddenly transformed into a claw, gripping the whip's snake-like mouth, while his left palm unleashed a powerful strike, "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountain." The palm strike hit the Red-Bearded Man's chest, and a crisp "crack" was heard as several ribs broke.

Red-bearded Duke screamed and flew backward, but just as he landed, he flung out the Hundred Poison Pouch from his waist.

Countless Gu worms surged out like a black cloud, accompanied by a tooth-grinding hiss, and the black mist of "Ten Thousand Gu Devouring the Sky" surrounded Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong remained unfazed, his palms flashing repeatedly, the palm shadows of "moving mountains and filling seas" spinning like wheels, each strike sending the Gu worms flying through the air.

He took a deep breath, channeled all his strength, and unleashed a powerful strike with both palms, creating a "Turning Rivers and Seas" effect.

The powerful palm strike was like a tidal wave, shattering the Gu worms into pieces and blasting a large hole in the black mist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lord Chixu turned around and tried to escape.

Wu Zhong wouldn't let him succeed. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure darting like a ghost as he caught up, his iron palm gripping the back of the man's neck like a steel clamp: "Trying to escape? Too late!" The inner force of "Evil God Penetrating Bones" flowed from his fingertips into the body of the Red-Bearded Man. The Red-Bearded Man let out a shrill scream, black blood slowly seeping from his seven orifices, his meridians feeling as if they were being gnawed by thousands of ants. The Poison Dragon Whip in his hand was still twisting and struggling, but no more poisonous mist could be spat out from its mouth.

"Today I will show you that the martial arts of the Central Plains will not tolerate your evil deeds!" Wu Zhong roared, and his final "Subduing Demons and Severing Mountains" strike heavily on Chi Xu Gong's back.

With a loud "boom," the Red-Bearded Lord flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed into the black iron pillar.

The runes on the surface of the black iron pillar were stained with blood and emitted mournful cries. The Red-Bearded Duke collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then breathed his last. The Poison Dragon Whip in his hand also stopped writhing completely.

The torrential rain washed over the battlefield, and blood mixed with poisonous mist flowed across the ground, forming eerie dark green patterns.

Wu Zhong stood there, his iron palm still gleaming with an ancient light. He looked at the corpse of the Red-Bearded Duke and snorted coldly, "The Miao bandits are nothing but this!" After saying that, he turned and walked towards the more intense battle in the midst of the fighting. The battle flag of the Xiong Ying Society fluttered in the rain, like an unshakable mountain.

The torrential rain shot out like silver arrows, and the cold mist surged within the black iron formation, mingling with the scarlet blood to form an eerie purple haze.

Wu Zhongzhi's beloved wife, Xiao Lingling, wore a moon-white outfit with a crimson soft armor over it. The jade mandarin duck pendants on the gold sash at her waist swayed gently with her movements. The jasmine hairpin in her hair was stained with blood, but it made her look even more beautiful.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her almond-shaped eyes, wide open, revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. Beads of sweat glistened on the tip of her delicate nose, and a few drops of blood splattered on her cheeks, which were flushed from the fierce fight, just like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

As Lady Ice Soul's wide sleeves fluttered, the ice crystal bracelet on her wrist jingled, and twelve ice shards suddenly burst forth from her palm, condensing in the air into a pale white skull, its empty eye sockets flickering with ghostly blue flames: "Little brat from the Central Plains, do you think you can show off your skills in front of Lady Ice Soul?" Before her words had even finished, the pressure of "Mysterious Ice Rift" was already like Mount Tai pressing down, and spiderweb-like ice patterns instantly condensed on the ground, with ferocious ice spikes forming on the surface of the black iron pillars that passed through it.

Xiao Lingling lightly touched the puddles with her toes, and the splashing water droplets condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air. The wind generated by the swirling Mandarin Duck Swords actually shredded the nearby rain into fine snowflakes.

She had practiced the "Seven Fiends Blade Technique" since childhood, her figure was as light as a swallow, and the two blades in her hands were as easy as her arms. Her clothes fluttered as the blades flashed, and sometimes she would spin and slash, her crimson skirt rising like a blooming peony; sometimes she would turn to the side and thrust, her figure under the moon white lining as agile as a butterfly flitting among flowers.

The "Twin Blades" sword technique unfolded, the twin blades transforming into two silver dragons. The blade light collided with the ice shards, and the sparks that erupted were like golden fireworks exploding in the night sky, dancing on her blood-stained clothes.

"Is that all you've got?" Leng Wuxin's silvery laughter was laced with chilling killing intent. Suddenly, she roared to the sky, her icy blue true energy surging. She unleashed the Xuanbing Palace's ultimate technique, the "Ice Soul Chain Technique," and twelve ice dragons roared out of the void. Their scales shimmered with a cold, iron-like luster, and the icy breath they exhaled from their wide-open mouths condensed the air within a three-zhang radius into a visible white mist.

Xiao Lingling frowned, biting her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth. Her hair was disheveled by the cold wind, but her eyes remained piercing.

She suddenly changed her stance with her twin swords, the "Flying Mandarin Ducks and Following Flying Dragons" sword technique flowing like clouds. When the blades collided with the ice dragon, the ice shards that flew up landed on her hair, as if she were wearing a crystal crown.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Leng Wuxin clapped her hands three times in succession, and the terrifying pressure of the "Mystic Ice Storm" suddenly descended.

In an instant, the world transformed into an icy inferno, with a raging wind carrying countless ice blades to form a massive ice tornado.

Xiao Lingling's crimson soft armor was slashed with several cracks, and her moon-white outfit was covered with frost flowers. But she bit her bloodied lips and stubbornly wielded her twin swords like halos of light. The sword light collided with the ice blades, producing a continuous metallic clang.

Her eyes grew sharper, revealing a resolute determination that said, "Even if there are thousands of people against me, I will go." Even with her hair disheveled and stuck to her cheeks, and blood dripping down her arm onto the hilt of the knife, her hand holding the knife remained as steady as a rock.

"Let's see how long you can hold out!" A mad glint flashed in Leng Wuxin's eyes. The ice tornado suddenly accelerated its contraction, and countless ice blades rained down on Xiao Lingling. At the critical moment, Xiao Lingling suddenly abandoned her sword.

Using the suction of the ice tornado, she rushed towards Leng Wuxin like an arrow released from a bow. With the skillful force of "Su Qin carrying his sword," she precisely struck the "Shenmen" acupoint on his wrist.

Leng Wuxin's wrist went numb, and the Xuanbing True Qi immediately dissipated, causing the ice tornado to collapse with a roar.

At this moment, Xiao Lingling, though ragged, stood tall and straight, her hair flying wildly, exuding a sharp and heroic air. With her right hand holding a short sword to Leng Wuxin's throat, her eyes were as cold as frost: "Your ice skills are strong, but they are too forceful. My Mandarin Duck Sword Technique emphasizes the balance of strength and gentleness, using skill to overcome brute force. Can you defend against this 'Double Flying Mandarin Ducks' killing move?"

With that, he thrust hard, piercing Leng Wuxin's throat and splitting her palate. Her eyes widened, and the blood gushing from her mouth dripped onto her white skirt, blooming into eerie red flowers.

Xiao Lingling put away the short knife and picked up the Mandarin Duck Knife, only to find that the blade was covered with fine cracks.

She gently stroked the blade, revealing a smile to the torrential rain—a smile that combined girlish charm with the composure gained from facing life and death.

She turned and plunged back into the fierce battle with the enemy. Her moon-white outfit was stained with blood, and her crimson soft armor was tattered. Yet, her silhouette, wielding two swords, was like an eternally beautiful image of a female knight-errant, possessing both feminine grace and a heroic spirit that rivaled any man's.

The rain poured down, and lightning crackled within the Xuan Tie Formation, casting Mo Wuhen's figure in and out of the light.

This top assassin from the Shadow Pavilion was dressed in a pure black outfit, with only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes visible beneath his mask. On the hilt of the short sword at his waist, the Shadow Pavilion's distinctive skull tattoo was faintly visible in the rain.

He crouched slightly, his entire being resembling a black panther poised to pounce, exuding a chilling and menacing aura.

"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, take this arrow!" Miao Menlong's roar was like a thunderclap.

The archer stood atop the black iron pillar, his bowstring taut like a full moon, the Star Chaser Arrow flashing with purple lightning in his hand.

With a sharp shout, the arrow shot through the air, attracting heavenly lightning. A bolt of purple lightning struck down along the arrow, and the air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

Mo Wuhen snorted coldly, his figure flashing like a ghost as he unleashed the first move of the "Shadowless Ten Killing Swords," "Ghostly Shadow Piercing the Clouds." His short sword traced a strange arc, its speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, each strike aimed directly at Miao Menlong's throat. The afterimages of the blade in the rain resembled black venomous snakes, hissing as they pounced on their prey.

Miao Menlong's pupils contracted sharply. He lightly touched the iron pillar with his toes and nimbly flipped backward.

The Star Chasing Arrow collided violently with Mo Wuhen's short sword, purple lightning and cold light intertwining, unleashing a deafening roar.

A powerful shockwave spread outwards, causing the nearby black iron pillars to tremble violently, and the sparks that flew up dyed the rain curtain into a dazzling display.

"Is that all you've got?" Mo Wuhen's voice was icy cold, filled with sarcasm. His figure disappeared into the rain again, and the next moment, he appeared to Miao Menlong's left, his short sword flashing like a venomous snake, aimed straight at the opponent's ribs.

Miao Menlong reacted extremely quickly, lashing out with his soft whip at his waist to entangle Mo Wuhen's sword.

But the top assassin from the Shadow Pavilion flicked his wrist, and the short sword suddenly changed direction, slashing towards the soft whip.

At the critical moment, Miao Menlong released the soft whip and retreated rapidly.

With a swift movement of his hands, he launched three arrows in a triangular formation, a display of his signature move, "Three Stars Chasing the Moon."

The arrows whistled through the air with a sharp, piercing sound, tracing three eerie arcs that blocked all of Mo Wuhen's escape routes. Mo Wuhen's expression changed slightly, and he twirled his short sword in a flurry of movements, attempting to parry.

However, Miao Menlong's archery skills were superb, and one of his arrows pierced Mo Wuhen's left shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his black clothes red.

Mo Wuhen grunted, his body swaying slightly, but he still gripped his short sword tightly, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"Prepare to die!" Shan Zhi's cold shout came from the other side.

This master of plum blossom darts moved with lightning speed, sending three plum blossom darts, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, hurtling through the air—his signature move, "Three Variations on Plum Blossom." Mo Wuhen tried to dodge, but his movements were slowed by a severe injury to his left shoulder, and one of the plum blossom darts pierced his back.

Mo Wuhen staggered forward, barely managing to keep his balance with the short sword in his hand.

He raised his head, his mask soaked with blood, his eyes filled with resentment and anger: "The martial arts world of the Central Plains... Hmph..."

Before he could finish speaking, Miao Menlong fired another arrow, striking him squarely in the throat. Mo Wuhen's eyes widened, a hoarse sound escaping his throat. His hands futilely grasped at the air before he finally collapsed to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

The torrential rain washed over the battlefield, and Mo Wuhen's body lay silently in a pool of blood, his short sword still in the unsheathed position, telling the story of this top assassin's last act of defiance.

Miao Menlong put away his bow and arrows, looked at Mo Wuhen's corpse, and said in a deep voice, "The assassins of the Shadow Pavilion are nothing more than this." After saying that, he turned around and threw himself back into the fierce battle. His figure stood out in the rain, like an unshakable mountain.

The torrential rain fell like silver spears, and the Xuan Tie Bagua Formation twisted and deformed amidst the lightning.

The Seven Masters of Wudang stood with their feet aligned with the Big Dipper, their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind, and the swords at their waists emitting clear, resonant sounds. Yu Xuzi, with his white hair and youthful face, now exuded majesty, his long sword pointing to the sky, his voice like a resounding bell echoing through the heavens: "The Big Dipper, sweeping away all evil! Today, let the heretics and demons witness the might of Wudang's Taoist arts!"

Before the words were even finished, the Seven Sons Sword Formation was suddenly activated.

Yu Yangzi and Yu Jingzi guarded the two wings, their swords pointing to the sky; Yu Hengzi, Yu Shuzi, Yu Fangzi, and Yu Chenzi formed a sword formation, and the seven longswords were drawn at the same time, their cold light like a cascading Milky Way.

The "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon" technique of the Wudang Soul-Chasing Swordplay is executed in succession.

Seven sword energies intertwined in the air, creating a net-like pattern, emitting a piercing shriek wherever they passed. As the sword formation operated, the positions of the seven stars shifted and changed, forming an invisible suction force within the formation that pulled the remaining men in black into it.

The men in black, wielding poisoned curved blades, charged forward with strange cries.

However, the sword formation was as solid as an impregnable wall. Yu Xuzi moved his sword to the center and used the move "Heavenly Gang Breaks the Demon" to transform the sword energy into a dragon, aiming straight for the leader's throat. Yu Chenzi lightly touched the tip of his sword and used the tricky and unpredictable "Chasing Stars and Catching the Moon" sword technique to knock away the opponent's weapon.

The seven longswords suddenly gathered and dispersed, coordinating perfectly. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the black-clad men screamed in agony. Some had their arms severed by the sword energy, blood gushing out like fountains; others were torn to pieces by the sword formation, their severed limbs scattered all over the ground, staining the ground of the Xuan Tie Formation dark red.

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan stood on a high place, her fair hand lightly raising the Qingming sword.

Her features were exquisite, yet her expression was solemn. With a clear shout, she unleashed the "Golden Peak Buddha Light," the golden sword light illuminating the entire battlefield.

Wherever the golden lotus platform went, the runes on the black iron pillars peeled off, emitting mournful cries. The runes twisted and struggled as if they were alive, but under the illumination of the Buddha's light, they gradually turned into ashes.

Seeing the situation was dire, Yang Yunxiao's forehead veins bulged with anxiety. Clad in golden chainmail and wielding twin wolf-tooth hammers, he roared, "Trying to trap me? Dream on!" He swung the hammers with ferocious force, unleashing "Thunder God's Wrath," the hammer shadows like dark clouds pressing down, crashing down with immense power towards the sword formation. Before the hammers even arrived, the force of the impact had already blasted deep craters into the ground, sending shards of stone flying like bullets.

Yu Xuzi's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Seven of you, combine your strength and break him!" The seven Wudang disciples exerted their power at the same time, and the sword formation shone brightly.

When the "Big Dipper Formation" was activated to its fullest extent, the seven sword energies transformed into a giant azure dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it met Yang Yunxiao's double hammers.

The deafening clang of metal against metal sent powerful shockwaves ripple through the surrounding area, causing nearby black iron pillars to tremble violently, some even cracking. Yang Yunxiao exerted all his strength, but his twin hammers seemed stuck in quagmire, unable to advance an inch.

His face was covered in sweat, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Just then, Su Qinghan's Azure Nether Sword drew an arc, the remaining power of the "Golden Peak Buddha Light" transforming into a golden sword aura, aiming straight for his back. Suddenly, the sixty-four Xuan Iron Pillars emitted a deafening roar, their pillars, engraved with twisted runes, rising from the ground and forming a yin-yang pattern amidst the lightning.

Yang Yunxiao was clad in golden chainmail, and the crimson true energy surrounding him surged like flames. His wolf-tooth double hammers emitted an eerie black light, and the runes on the hammers suddenly lit up, as if a fierce ghost from the netherworld had opened its eyes.

"You bandits of the Central Plains, today is your death anniversary!" Amidst Yang Yunxiao's maniacal laughter, a hundred-foot-tall plume of poisonous smoke rose from within the formation, instantly turning vegetation into black water wherever it passed.

The ground suddenly cracked open, and a barbed iron chain burst forth, its dark purple, malevolent energy flowing like countless venomous snakes.

The Seven Masters of Wudang had just formed the Big Dipper Formation when they were swept away by this evil force by more than three zhang away. Yu Xuzi coughed up blood, and his Taoist robe was covered in mud. Su Qinghan's Qingming Sword flew out of his hand and struck the Xuan Tie pillar, sparking.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes widened in fury. He let out a long roar, unleashing the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together," with the icy blue true energy of the Mingyu Skill's "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison" transforming into a hundred-foot-long ice dragon, its body wreathed in lightning, rushing straight at Yang Yunxiao.

Wherever the ice dragon passed, the rain instantly froze into ice crystals, and the air crackled with a piercing sound. However, the black iron pillars in the formation suddenly moved, forming an impenetrable wall. The ice dragon crashed into the iron pillars and shattered into countless ice shards.

"A mere trick!" Yang Yunxiao slammed his double hammers into the ground, activating the "Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart" mechanism.

Countless crossbow bolts rained down like a storm, their arrowheads gleaming with a ghostly blue, poisonous light.

Shi Feiyang once again activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm. The icy blue true energy transformed into a huge ice shield. The crossbow bolts struck the ice shield, producing a dense, crisp sound, but they could not penetrate it even slightly.

Guo Xiangyu moved like a butterfly, weaving through the rain of arrows. With a series of flicks of her jade-like fingers, the force of her "flower-plucking fingers" shattered the incoming crossbow bolts into dust. The remaining force sent the black-clad men in the distance flying backward, spitting out blood.

Guo Xiangyu's beautiful eyes darted around, and she shouted, "Watch me break the formation!" She twirled her bamboo sword, creating a series of sword flowers, and unleashed a move called "Wild Goose Formation Startles the Cold." The blade sliced ​​through the talismans on the black iron pillar, and she poured her inner force into them. In an instant, the talismans in the formation shone brightly, and the black iron pillar began to tremble violently.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Yunxiao swung his double hammers, creating a sky full of afterimages, and formed a "blood-fiend cage" with crimson true energy, trapping everyone in the center.

Master Tongzhen chanted Buddhist mantras, his body radiating golden light. He swung his Xuan Tie Zen Staff, unleashing the "Buddha's Pestle," and the golden energy collided with the blood-fiend true energy like a raging torrent, creating a deafening roar that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang activated the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," unleashing a move called "Slaying the Mortal World" with his Heavenly Frost Blade. This blade technique was fierce and ruthless, with the wind howling around it. Each swing of the blade carried an overwhelming momentum, and the blade's light flashed like the blazing sun in the sky.

He infused his Mingyu Gong internal energy into his sword techniques, and the air distorted wherever his sword energy passed, even managing to slash a crack in the Blood Fiend Cage.

Guo Xiangyu seized the opportunity, and the bamboo knife suddenly transformed into thousands of afterimages. The knife technique of "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" and the internal force of "Pinching Flowers Finger" complemented each other, and the combined force and gentleness of the Qi net shattered the Blood Fiend True Qi.

Yang Yunxiao roared and poured all his power into his twin hammers, unleashing the "Blood Fiend Burning Heaven" technique. The twin hammers tripled in size, and the crimson true energy transformed into a gigantic fire demon. Wherever it passed, the black iron pillars melted, and rolling heat waves rose from the ground.

Shi Feiyang and Master Tongzhen exchanged a glance, and simultaneously, one's icy blue true energy and the other's golden Buddhist light surged. Shi Feiyang unleashed a move from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth in Silence," as his blade light collided with the Flame Demon God, bursting forth with dazzling light.

Master Tongzhen unleashed "Vajra Subduing Demons" with both palms, and the two supreme internal skills collided violently, creating an explosion that tore the Flame Demon God to pieces. Guo Xiangyu seized the opportunity, infused her bamboo knife with all her internal energy, and unleashed "Ten Thousand Rivers Return to the Sea," a fusion of three supreme techniques.

The blade flashed, carrying the fierce Vajra Force, the gentle Flower-Picking Force, and the agile Wild Goose Force, slashing towards Yang Yunxiao like a reversed Milky Way.

Yang Yunxiao swung his double hammers to block, but a crisp "crack" was heard as the hammers shattered inch by inch. The remaining force of the blade energy did not diminish, leaving a deep wound on his chest that exposed the bone.

In the torrential rain, the Xuan Tie Bagua Formation collapsed under the impact of the violent energy, and the Xuan Tie pillars fell like giant birds with broken wings.

Yang Yunxiao roared in resentment, finally crashing heavily to the ground, sending up a spray of blood. Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword and stood there, blood still dripping from the Frost Blade. He gazed into the distance and said in a deep voice, "Yang Yinglong, you're next."

With a light wave of her hand, Guo Xiangyu's bamboo knife emitted a faint golden light, and Yang Yunxiao's head fell to the ground with a "crack".

As the torrential rain subsided, the rebel camp was filled with a strong stench of blood and decay.

Yang Yinglong sat alone on the tiger-skin chair, his one eye fixed on the flickering candlelight, the hideous scar on his face twitching slightly with each breath.

The table was piled high with battle reports, the ink still wet on the word "defeat" making his temples throb. Intermittent wails came from outside the tent; wounded soldiers rolled in the mud, blood and rainwater swirling towards the tent like dark red venomous snakes.

"Report! The Xuan Tie Bagua Formation... is completely annihilated!" The messenger staggered in, his knees slamming heavily against the bluestone bricks, splattering fine blood. Yang Yinglong suddenly stood up, his knuckle whip lashing the table with a "crack," causing the candlestick to tip over, and the flame licking scorched marks onto the battle report.

His single eye was bloodshot as he stared at the mess on the ground, and a beast-like growl came from his throat: "Shi Feiyang... Guo Xiangyu... I will definitely grind you to dust!"

The tent was deathly silent, like a graveyard. Lan Qin'er huddled in a corner, the venomous spider's eyes on her jade bracelet gleaming eerily in the shadows. She bit her lip and whispered, "Commander Yang, most of the experts we invited have been lost... now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Yinglong suddenly turned around, his single eye flashing with a murderous light, the scar on his face turning purple: "Shut up! Do you expect me to just sit here and wait to die?"

At this moment, a young general lifted the tent flap and stepped in.

This man was Yang Chengye, the second son of Yang Yinglong. He was wearing black iron chainmail, and the tiger-headed gold spear hanging at his waist was still dripping blood.

He knelt on one knee and declared loudly, "Father! Your son is willing to lead the 'Netherworld Iron Cavalry' in a night raid on Shi Feiyang's camp and will surely wipe out the Xiong Ying Society!" "No!" A sinister voice came from the corner.

Shi Luo, the last remaining elder of the Yin Sha Sect in the Western Regions, slowly rose to his feet. His purplish-black fingernails scratched the ground, leaving five scorch marks: "Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Skill has reached a state of perfection. Although the Seven Masters of Wudang are still injured, the residual power of their sword formation remains. Even though the Netherworld Iron Cavalry are fierce and brave, I'm afraid they are just lambs to the slaughter."

Yang Chengye suddenly looked up, his tiger eyes wide open: "Elder Shi Luo is giving others too much credit! Every member of my Netherworld Iron Cavalry is clad in heavy black iron armor, and their Netherworld horses can travel a thousand miles a day and spew poisonous mist. Tonight's surprise attack will surely catch them completely off guard!"

He suddenly drew his spear, the tip flickering at the candle flame. "If I cannot take Shi Feiyang's head, I will gladly bring it to you!"

Yang Yinglong stared at his son's resolute face, a complex expression flashing in his one eye.

He slowly walked to the front of the tent, gazing at the Ming army camp faintly visible in the distance. His scars contorted as he pondered: "Chengye, do you know that this battle concerns the survival of our army? Shi Feiyang has broken through eight formations in succession, and the morale of our army is in chaos." He suddenly turned around, his knuckle whip slamming heavily at Yang Chengye's feet. "If we lose, not only will our lives be in danger, but the entire Bozhou will be reduced to ashes!"

"Father!" Yang Chengye crawled half a step on his knees, slamming his spear heavily on the ground. "I grew up on horseback, and I personally trained the Netherworld Iron Cavalry. We launched a surprise attack under the cover of night, using poisonous fog to conceal ourselves, and then charged in with a chain of cavalry. Even if the Xiong Ying Society has extraordinary abilities, they cannot stop the iron cavalry from trampling us!" His voice was powerful and resonant, startling the night owls outside the tent into hooting.

Lan Qin'er twirled the jade bracelet and suddenly chuckled, "Young Master Yang, what a bold move! But... Guo Xiangyu's 'Flower-Picking Finger' technique is specifically designed to counter insidious poisons, and Su Qinghan's Emei swordsmanship..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Chengye had already pointed his spear at her: "Woman's view! The poisonous mist of my Netherworld Iron Cavalry comes from the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes, and it kills instantly upon contact with blood. If she dares to come, we will make sure she doesn't leave alive!"

Shi Luo sneered, and his purplish-black palm suddenly struck out, a wave of malevolent energy aimed directly at Yang Chengye's face. Yang Chengye reacted extremely quickly, sweeping his spear horizontally, the tip of the spear colliding with the malevolent energy, exploding into a cloud of purple smoke.

"You callow brat, how dare you be so insolent before this old man?" Shi Luo said sinisterly. "The Netherworld Iron Cavalry may be strong, but if they fall into an ambush..."

"Enough!" Yang Yinglong roared, his one eye bulging, the scar turning bright red. "Chengye, I grant you permission to lead the troops!" He grabbed the tiger tally from the table and slammed it heavily into his son's hand. "Take five thousand iron cavalry and depart at midnight tonight. If you win, you will be richly rewarded; if you lose..."

His voice suddenly turned low and somber, “You and I, father and son, will perish together in this Bozhou City!”

Yang Chengye accepted the tiger tally and kowtowed heavily: "Father, rest assured! On this journey, I will make sure Shi Feiyang knows that my Bozhou army is not a lamb to be slaughtered!"

He rose and strode out of the tent. The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the night, and the war drums of the Netherworld Iron Cavalry reverberated faintly in the rainy night, like the footsteps of death, approaching the camp of the Xiong Ying Society step by step.

Yang Yinglong watched his son's departing figure, a barely perceptible worry flashing in his single eye. He turned to the people in the tent, his scarred face contorted in a grotesque grimace: "Listen up! If Chengye falls, none of you will escape alive!"

Inside the tent, everyone was silent, except for the candlelight flickering in the wind, which cast Yang Yinglong's shadow on the tent curtain, making him look like a ferocious ghost with bared fangs and claws.

Dusk fell as dark as ink, turning the wasteland into a somber scene. Seventy-two black iron battle banners fluttered in the wind, the blood-red skulls on their black surfaces appearing as ferocious and terrifying as if they were alive.

Yang Chengye, draped in a scarlet cloak, rode a jet-black, rotten bone demon steed. Dark red true energy surged around him, and the horse-slaying saber in his hand gleamed with an eerie purple light, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

He burst into wild laughter, his voice echoing across the wasteland: "Shi Feiyang, today I will make you so-called righteous sects perish in this 'Blood Fiend Asura Formation'! Let's see if your righteous spirit prevails or the power of my formation!"

Shi Feiyang stood at the front of the formation, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" level, and a chilling aura spread outwards from him.

Wherever it passed, the wild grass was instantly covered with white frost, and spider web-like ice patterns appeared on the ground.

He stood up, raising the Frostblade high above his head, and roared, "Well done! Watch how I break your evil formation today!"

His "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" technique, specifically the "Heaven and Earth Coexistence" move, was unleashed with overwhelming force. His icy blue true energy condensed into a hundred-foot-long phantom ice dragon, which charged straight into the enemy formation with earth-shattering power. Wherever the ice dragon passed, the green smoke exhaled by the Corrupting Bone Demon Steed instantly condensed into ice crystals, and the poisoned chainmail of the Iron Cavalry soldiers was also covered in frost, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

"The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high? Today we will show you what the righteous path is!" The Seven Masters of Wudang stood with their feet aligned with the Big Dipper and shouted in unison.

Yu Xuzi raised his longsword high, and the "Tai Chi Profound Skill" transformed into milky white energy flowing around the sword, like a silver dragon coiling around it.

"Activate the formation!" With his command, the sword energy of the other six echoed his words, forming the "Big Dipper Mixed Yuan Formation".

Within the sword formation, Yu Yangzi's sword took an unorthodox approach, the azure light of the "Two Elements Life and Death Sword" like the spitting tongue of a venomous snake.

The crimson light of Yu Jingzi's "Four Symbols Dragon Sword" resembled a raging flame.

The true energy of the four attributes merged, surging like a river, shaking the charging Netherworld Iron Cavalry so badly that they were thrown off their horses.

A cavalryman swung his sword, but the force of the sword formation caused his hand to split open, his sword flew out of his hand, and he was caught in the formation and instantly torn to pieces by the sword energy.

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan stood on a high place, her white clothes whiter than snow.

She gently closed her eyes, chanting incantations, and the Azure Sword emitted golden Buddhist light. "Nine Suns Break Dawn, Evil Spirits Retreat!"

With a clear shout, the "Emei Nine Yang Skill" was activated to its limit, and the sword move transformed into "Golden Summit Buddha Light Shining Everywhere".

The pure yang energy, gentle yet firm, shines down like the warm spring sun, dispelling poisonous smoke wherever it goes.

The Corpse-Rotting Demon Horse collapsed to the ground with a mournful cry, black blood flowing from its seven orifices.

Su Qinghan lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure darting through the enemy ranks like a nimble sparrow, her sword aimed precisely at the enemy's vital points.

The person struck was enveloped in golden light, their inner strength instantly dissipated, and they could only watch helplessly as their body collapsed uncontrollably.

Master Tongzhen clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra. He thrust out his palms, and the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing transformed into golden Sanskrit characters, forming an ancient Buddhist mudra in the air. He swept his staff horizontally, unleashing the Vajra Pestle.

Wherever the Sanskrit text passed, the air hummed, and the dark red true energy that collided with the Blood Fiend Asura Array melted away like snow being poured into boiling water.

The eighteen Shaolin monks formed the "Arhat Subduing Demon Formation," their staffs flashing like a forest, the internal energy coiled around them condensing into the phantom of a golden dragon.

"Roar—" The golden dragon phantom roared as it charged toward the Netherworld Iron Cavalry, colliding fiercely with the demonic shadow. A soldier of the Iron Cavalry lashed out with his whip, but was bitten by the golden dragon phantom of the monk, who dragged him and his whip into the formation. A scream was heard, and then he fell silent.

Seeing that things were not going well, a hint of panic flashed in Yang Chengye's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness.

"Die, all of you!" He brandished his saber, and an eerie purple light surged from the blade as he unleashed the "Blood Demon Blade."

The dark red true energy transformed into countless blood blades, shooting towards the crowd in a devastating barrage.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and his Heavenly Frost Blade unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" move, "Slaying the Mortal World." A powerful shockwave collided with the blood-red blade, erupting in a deafening roar. Ice-blue true energy intertwined with dark red true energy, forming a dazzling sea of ​​light on the wasteland.

As dusk settled like ink staining the sky, seventy-two black iron battle flags fluttered across the desolate plains, resembling countless fierce ghosts baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Riding on the Corrupted Bone Demon Steed, Yang Chengye's blood-fiend true energy surged like boiling magma, and the eerie purple light on his horse-slaying saber intensified: "Righteous ants, today I will show you the true power of the 'Blood Fiend Asura Formation'!"

His roar ripped through the sky, startling a flock of crows into a chaotic dance.

The Seven Swordsmen of Wudang shone brightly, and Yu Xuzi's white hair flew wildly as his long sword pointed straight at the sky: "The Heavenly Gang returns to its place, and all evil is warded off!"

The seven longswords trembled simultaneously, and the milky-white "Tai Chi Profound Skill" energy surged like a raging river. The seven sword energies instantly condensed into a giant azure dragon wrapped in lightning. The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and wherever its body passed, the air emitted a piercing explosion, and the ground cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures.

"Emei Nine Suns, shining upon the world!" Su Qinghan's Azure Nether Sword drew a golden arc, and the remaining power of the "Golden Summit Buddha Light" transformed into a dazzling sword aura, like a meteor from outer space, heading straight for Yang Chengye's back.

(End of this chapter)