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

During the Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects) season, the Sword Pool at Tiger Hill is filled with damp, cold mist.

The thousand-year-old cliff carving "Wind, Ravine, Cloud, and Spring" glowed a dark red in the twilight, as if it had been soaked in blood. Qi Meizhen was clad in golden chainmail, and the sharkskin scabbard of her Miao sword at her waist gleamed with an eerie light. The "Seventeen Forms of Miao Sword Armor Breaking" formation, composed of three thousand elite members of the Canal Gang, was as solid as an impregnable wall.

As dusk fell, the cold glint of the Miao sword flickered in and out of sight, like a venomous snake lurking in the grass, waiting for a command to devour its prey.

At this moment, the sound of iron chains cutting through the air came from the mountain path, accompanied by heavy footsteps, as if a thousand troops were pressing in.

The two elders of Xuanming walked slowly through the remaining snow. The elder on the left had white hair that reached the ground, and his black iron judge's pen was wrapped with three feet of ice silkworm silk. The elder on the right had a bronze ghost mask on his face, and every thread on his iron whisk was quenched with a deadly poison that could kill on sight.

Behind the two, Venerable Poison Dragon bared his upper body, a giant python coiled on his back flicking its purplish-black tongue. Three hundred disciples from the Western Regions held three-edged bone-piercing awls, and wherever they passed, the grass and trees withered and turned yellow, clearly having been fed with deadly poison.

"Western Region demons, well done! Brothers, just kill! We must show the might of our Jiangnan Canal Gang! Show the might of my disciple Qi Meizhen, and bring glory to the Miao Sword Sect!" Qi Meizhen lightly touched the eaves with her toes, and the red tassel on her golden helmet fluttered in the wind.

At her command, soldiers clashed against soldiers, and generals against generals.

Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," roared and unleashed his "Golden Goose Skill." His feet lightly touched the ground, and he leaped into the air. His Bagua Golden Blade flashed like a silver rainbow, aiming straight for the throat of Elder Xuanming. This strike contained seventy-two variations, a unique skill of the Jiangnan Canal Gang.

Unexpectedly, the ice silkworm silk suddenly grew longer, coiling around the blade like a serpent. Old Zuo smiled sinisterly: "A mere rat from Jiangnan dares to contend with my Kunlun Sect?" With that, he flicked his wrist, and the ice silkworm silk tightened abruptly.

Jin Liufu felt his tiger's mouth go numb and almost lost his grip on his weapon. He hurriedly tried to pull back, but felt a surge of cold internal energy rushing in along the ice silkworm silk, and the calluses on his palms were instantly frozen and cracked.

With a flick of his withered fingers, Elder Zuo of Xuanming summoned the Judge's Pen. The ice silkworm silk suddenly tightened, and with a "click," it carved a half-inch deep mark into the steel-forged blade. "A mere trick!" Elder Zuo let out a strange laugh like that of a night owl. The ice silkworm silk suddenly swelled up, covering Jin Liufu like a spider web.

Jin Liufu quickly retreated, his toes barely touching the ground, only to find that ice crystals had formed on the ground at some point.

He used his "Golden Goose Skill" to leap more than ten feet into the air, the icy silk grazed the sole of his boot, and cut off half of the cowhide boot embroidered with cloud patterns.

The bronze ghost mask of the Xuanming Right Elder flashed with a ghostly light, and his iron whisk suddenly swept out a sky full of poisonous needles.

Jin Liufu spun around and swung his knife to block, sparks flying amidst the clanging sound.

Although the poisoned needles were knocked away, three of them grazed the arm and pierced the flesh, instantly turning it bluish-purple.

He forcefully summoned his inner energy to suppress the poison, and his Bagua Golden Blade transformed into a shield of light. Just as he was about to break through, the Xuanming Elders unleashed their "Xuanming Divine Palm" with both palms.

The chilling aura transformed into two black snakes that lunged at Jin Liufu, who instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and even the light of his blade slowed down. He gritted his teeth and unleashed the Cao Gang's ultimate technique, "Overturning River Palm." The force of his palm collided with the black snakes, and the resulting shockwave shattered the stone lanterns by the Sword Pool.

But the chilling aura of the Xuanming Divine Palm surged through his meridians straight to his heart, and Jin Liufu felt a sweet taste in his throat as the blood he spat out condensed into ice beads in the air.

"Even a water dragon is nothing more than this! Go into the water! Hehe!" Xuanming Zuo Lao's ice silkworm silk wrapped around Jin Liufu's neck, and the judge's pen pointed at his vital point on the chest. Jin Liufu swung his sword with all his might, but was caught by You Lao's whisk on his wrist. In the pull of the two enormous forces, Jin Liufu felt his right arm bones make a "crackling" sound, and the Bagua Golden Sword fell from his hand and hit the ground, sparks flying from the bluestone slab.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Venerable Poison Dragon commanded the giant python to pounce, its tail sweeping out like a steel whip.

Jin Liufu hastily dodged, but the snake's fangs grazed his shoulder, instantly tearing his skin and causing purplish-black venomous blood to gush out.

He knelt on one knee, his golden chainmail armor soaked in cold sweat, and his vision gradually blurred.

With a sinister grin, Elder Xuanming raised his judge's pen, the tip pointing at his throat: "Remember this in your next life: the people of the Kunlun Sect... are not to be touched!"

The judge's pen struck down like lightning. Jin Liufu used his last strength to turn to the side, the pen tip grazing his earlobe and piercing the ground, sending shards of stone flying.

He struggled to his feet, but tripped over the ice silkworm silk and slammed his head hard against the cliff carvings beside the sword pool.

The four large characters “Feng He Yun Quan” were stained red with blood. Jin Liufu looked at the gradually gathering enemy group, let out a low growl like a trapped beast, and finally his vision went black as he collapsed into the scarlet snow water.

Lu Dechu stood like an iron tower by the Sword Pool with his round body, wielding a bronze wine gourd with great force, the mouth of the gourd, cast from cold iron, gleaming with a faint, cold light.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he roared, "You bastards, taste Grandpa's 'Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk'!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flung out his gourd, and the strong wind it generated swirled the snow on the ground into a snow mist.

The villains from the Western Regions swarmed forward, brandishing their three-edged bone-piercing awls, only to see Lu Chuchu's lips curl into a sinister smile as he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a sharp dagger.

The amber-colored liquor poured down like a torrential rain, each drop carrying immense internal force, whistling through the air like steel balls. The three villains in the front row couldn't dodge in time; the liquor went straight down their throats, instantly splitting their necks open, blood mingling with the liquor and spraying out, blooming like eerie red plum blossoms on the snow.

Lu De unleashed the "Heavenly Gang Palm Technique - Heaven and Earth Splitting!" His right palm cleaved out like a giant axe, the air whistling as the palm wind passed. A Western Region expert wielding a curved saber tried to block, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; he was sent flying backward by the force of the palm, crashing into the stone wall with a deafening roar. As the stone shattered, his brains splattered onto the thousand-year-old cliff carvings.

In Lu De's hands, the bronze gourd transformed into a deadly weapon. With sweeping and slashing motions, the cold iron gourd collided with the bone-piercing cone, sparks flying everywhere.

His short, stout figure appeared clumsy, but he was actually exceptionally agile, and every turn he made carried immense force.

As soon as a Western Regions sorcerer began chanting a spell, Lu Dechu lunged forward, slamming the bottom of his gourd heavily onto the sorcerer's skull. With a muffled "thud," the sorcerer's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over Lu Dechu's face.

"Again!" Lu Dechu wiped the blood from his face and spat out another mouthful of strong liquor.

The liquor condenses into countless tiny ice spikes in the air, specifically targeting the enemy's eyes and throat.

An elder from the Western Regions brandished his staff in an attempt to stop him, but an ice spike pierced through the staff and went straight into his face, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lu Dechu closed in and unleashed a series of Heavenly Gang Palm strikes. With several crisp "crack, crack, crack" sounds, the ribs of the three villains were shattered, and they collapsed to the ground convulsing. Seeing this, the people from the Western Regions actually formed a battle formation, attempting to overwhelm Lu Dechu with their superior numbers.

Lu Dechu laughed three times, tossed his wine gourd high into the air, and unleashed a powerful "Heavenly Gang Palm Technique - Overturning Rivers and Seas!" with both palms striking out. The immense palm force surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly shattering the Western Regions' formation.

He seized the opportunity to snatch back the gourd and charged into the enemy ranks like a madman. Wherever the gourd swept, leg bones were broken; wherever his palm strikes struck, internal organs were shattered.

Amidst the bloodshed, Lu Dechu's coarse cloth clothes were already soaked in blood, but a maniacal smile hung on his round, chubby face.

After the last Western Region villain had his head smashed by a wine gourd, he shook the gourd in his hand and let out a satisfied burp: "That was satisfying! That was satisfying! It's a pity there wasn't enough wine!"

Beneath his feet lay the corpses of over a hundred villains from the Western Regions, their bodies scattered haphazardly. The water in the Sword Pool was stained crimson with blood, while Lu Chu stood tall amidst it all, like a demon god from hell.

However, in the blink of an eye, the three great masters of the Western Regions surrounded Lu Chu in a triangle formation: on the left was the leader of the "Yinshan Double Fiends" who wielded a pair of serrated meteor hammers, the barbs on the chains on the hammer heads gleaming with a blue light; in the center was the "Soul-Hooking Messenger" who wore an iron crown and held a judge's pen; and on the right was the "Blood Blade Demoness" who was barefoot on a blade and had a nine-section steel whip wrapped around her waist.

Lu Chu was completely unafraid. His round body stood like an iron tower by the Sword Pool, and the bronze wine gourd danced in his hands with great force, the mouth of the gourd, cast from cold iron, gleaming with a faint, cold light.

"You little bastards, your grandfather's snacks for his drinks are still nowhere to be found!" Lu Dechu took a big gulp of strong liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing as his cheeks flushed a sickly red. Suddenly, the bronze gourd flew out of his hand, the force of the gust of wind whipping up the snow on the ground into a snow mist.

The leader of the "Yinshan Twin Fiends" swung his hammer to block, but with a loud clang, the meteor hammer was dented and deformed, and blood dripped down the chains from his split tiger's mouth. The "Soul Reaper's" judge's pen, like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed straight for Lu Chu's throat.

Lu De did not dodge or evade, but suddenly struck out with his right palm in the starting stance of the "Heavenly Gang Palm Technique," "Supporting Heaven and Earth." The calluses on his palm bulged like small mountains, and before the palm wind even arrived, the air already emitted a piercing explosion.

The moment the judge's pen collided with the palm force, the tip of the pen shattered inch by inch, and the "soul-reaping messenger" staggered backward, black blood seeping from his seven orifices—this palm force actually carried an unparalleled internal strength, directly shattering his meridians.

The "Blood Blade Demoness's" nine-section steel whip suddenly transformed into a sky full of black shadows, with barbs at the tip aimed straight for Lu Chu's eyes.

Lu let out a strange laugh, then suddenly inhaled and puffed out his belly, actually condensing the wine that was spraying into the air into an ice cone.

"Drink!" The ice spikes rained down like a storm, shooting towards the demoness with a whistling sound.

The opponent wielded his steel whip as a round shield, but it was pierced by the ice spikes, with several barbs embedded in his shoulder.

Lu seized the opportunity to lunge forward, his wine gourd sweeping across like a mountain crashing down.

"Crack!" The Blood Blade Demoness's steel whip was smashed into scrap metal, and the bottom of the gourd slammed heavily into her chest.

The sound of ribs breaking mixed with screams rang out, and the demoness was sent flying backward, smashing the stone lanterns by the sword pool. She was already lifeless when she landed.

Lu Dechu wiped the blood from his face and turned to look at the Yinshan Duo. Just as the second brother was about to launch a sneak attack, Lu Dechu's palms flew, unleashing the "Overturning Rivers and Seas" technique from the "Heavenly Gang Palm Method." The two powerful palm strikes, like raging waves, slammed the second brother directly into the stone wall.

The thousand-year-old cliff carving "Wind, Ravine, Cloud, and Spring" was dented in the shape of a human figure. Amidst the flying debris, the second son's skull was shattered by the force of the palm strike.

The eldest brother was terrified and turned to flee, but Lu Dechu threw out his wine gourd instead.

The cold iron gourd struck him like a shooting star, smashing into the back of his head with a "bang," splattering his brains and bone fragments onto the snow.

Corpses littered the area around the Sword Pool. Lu De stepped over the enemy's corpses, picked up a wine gourd, and took a large gulp.

Wine mixed with blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the swarming Western Region henchmen approaching from afar, a ferocious smile spreading across his round, chubby face: "Well done! Grandpa's 'Heavenly Drunken Fist' hasn't even warmed up yet!"

Having said that, he spun like a top, his wine gourd and his fleshy palm shooting out simultaneously, splattering blood and eliciting screams wherever he went.

The remaining snow mixed with blood condensed into dark red ice crystals on the bluestone slab. Jin Liufu's Bagua Golden Knife had already flown out of his hand, and Xuanming Zuo Lao's ice silkworm silk was tightly strangling his throat.

Jin Liufu's veins bulged, and drops of blood seeped from beneath his golden chainmail dripped down the ice silk, spreading like red plum blossoms on the ground.

"Stop!" A furious shout tore through the bloody stench above the Sword Pool. Lu Chu's round body, like an iron ball launched from its shell, swept across with the force of a thousand pounds as his bronze wine gourd flew. Xuanming Youlaogui's expression shifted slightly, and he lightly waved his iron whisk, sending dozens of poisoned silver needles piercing through the air.

Lu Dechu neither dodged nor evaded, instantly activating the "Diamond Body Protection" technique of the Heavenly Gang Palm. His palm swatted away all the silver needles as if swatting flies, but the poison burned black marks on his palm. The Xuanming Left Judge's pen trembled slightly, and the Ice Silkworm Silk suddenly released Jin Liufu, instead coiling around Lu Dechu's neck like a serpent.

Lu quickly dodged to the side, and his wine gourd swept horizontally, the cold iron gourd colliding with the ice silkworm silk, producing a metallic clang.

The impact caused the ice silkworm silk to tremble slightly, and it also made Lu's hand go numb, almost causing him to drop the gourd.

"This fat pig from Jiangnan dares to try and stop us? Humph!" Xuanming Youlao's sinister laughter mingled with the poisonous mist and spread out. Suddenly, his whisk transformed into thousands of black lights, which was the Kunlun Sect's ultimate technique, "Return of Ten Thousand Poisons to the Source".

Lu Dechu shouted loudly, and the ultimate move of the Tiangang Palm Technique, "Opening Heaven and Splitting Earth," was unleashed with a thunderous crash, causing calluses to bulge on his palms like small mountains.

The palm strike collided with the poisonous light, and the resulting shockwave created a three-foot-high wave on the surface of the sword pool, snapping the ancient pine trees on the shore in half.

Upon seeing this, the two elders of Xuanming exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed the "Xuanming Divine Palm".

Two streams of icy energy transformed into a mysterious phantom: the left palm delivered a chilling icy seal to the throat, while the right palm locked the heart with poisonous mist.

Lu Chu's palms flew, unleashing the full power of the Heavenly Gang Palm Technique, "Overturning Rivers and Seas," with layers upon layers of palm shadows, yet he felt a chill rush through his meridians straight to his heart. He forcefully gathered his true energy, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of strong liquor, which condensed into ice crystals in the air, but was shattered into dust the instant it touched the Xuanming phantom.

Suddenly, the icy silkworm silk wrapped around Lu Dechu's ankle, violently pulling him to the ground. Xuanming Zuo Lao's judge's pen, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight for his face. At the critical moment, Lu Dechu rolled on the spot, his wine gourd sweeping across, creating a cloud of snow mist.

With a muffled thud, the gourd struck Old Man Zuo's calf, causing him to let out a scream like a night owl, but also leaving three deep, bone-revealing bloody gashes on Lu Dechu's back. "Brother Yuantong, watch out!" Jin Liufu caught his breath and struggled to pick up the broken half of his knife and throw it, but Old Man You easily swept it away with his whisk.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lu Dechu leaped up and unleashed a series of Heavenly Gang Palm strikes, "Chasing Stars and Catching the Moon," the force of his palms sending the Western Region henchmen staggering about. The Xuanming Elders, however, were like a persistent thorn in his side; their Ice Silkworm Silk and Poisonous Dusters wove a deadly net, adding several more wounds to his body.

Blood slid down Lu Chude's round cheeks and dripped onto his tattered coarse cloth clothes.

He wiped his face, then suddenly tossed the wine gourd high into the air and unleashed the most powerful move in the Heavenly Gang Palm Technique, "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountain."

The palm wind was like a tidal wave, and the two elders of Xuanming simultaneously swung their palms, the Xuanming Divine Palm and the Tiangang Palm collided with a thunderous crash.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the cliff carvings "Wind, Ravine, Cloud, and Spring" by the Sword Pool were shattered into pieces, and Lu Chu spat out a mouthful of blood, his obese body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

But the moment he landed, he used the momentum to leap up and pounce on the two elders of Xuanming once again.

At this moment, he was dressed in rags and covered in wounds, yet he still brandished his wine gourd, his Heavenly Gang Palm technique moving faster and faster than the last.

Each attack carried the momentum of mutual destruction, forcing the Xuanming Elders to temporarily retreat.

The disciples of the Canal Gang gazed at the fat man, who was covered in blood from the fierce battle, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit. The Miao sword formation roared once more, sweeping towards the people from the Western Regions. The Tiger Hill Sword Pool on the day of Awakening of Insects was filled with a sweet and pungent mist, and the thousand-year-old cliff carving "Wind Ravine and Cloud Spring" was stained dark red with blood.

Qi Meizhen, clad in golden chainmail, stood on the high platform. The three thousand elite Miao swordsmen of the Caobang were like an impregnable wall, their blades gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the twilight.

Venerable Poison Dragon was shirtless, with a giant python coiled on his back, its purplish-black tongue flicking out.

His withered hand slammed heavily onto the python's seven-inch mark, and he chuckled hoarsely, "You little brats, taste the feeling of being devoured by ten thousand snakes!" The giant python raised its enormous head, and a foul-smelling venomous mist surged towards the Cao Gang disciples like a tidal wave.

The three people in the front row were caught off guard, their skin instantly festering, screaming and rolling on the ground. "Get out of the way!" Jiang Huotian moved like lightning, using a chubby disciple's shoulder as leverage to leap up. The forked iron rod in his hand gleamed coldly, aiming straight for the giant python's eyes.

This move, "Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl," is a variation of the 72-style acupoint striking technique of the Jiangnan Canal Gang, specifically designed to defeat ferocious beasts.

The giant python, in pain, slammed its blood-red jaws shut. Jiang Huotian touched the python's nose with his toes and performed the "Eighteen Flips of Yan Qing," flipping three times in the air to barely avoid the python's sweeping tail.

The tail swept across the ground, instantly corroding the bluestone into a pit over ten feet deep, and wisps of poisonous smoke rose. In order to rescue Lu Chu, Gongsun Ren's Wu-Yue Hook transformed into a sky full of black shadows, entangling Xuanming Right Elder's iron whisk.

The two men's internal forces clashed, causing the surface of the sword pool to boil and splash everywhere. A cold laugh came from beneath the bronze mask of the old man on the right: "You dare to show off your petty skills before an expert!" With a flick of his whisk, thirty-six bone-piercing poison needles shot out, their tips glowing with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

Gongsun Ren shouted and used his "Mudfish Skill" to roll and tumble on the ground, his movements as agile as a snake. However, a member of the Cao Gang behind him was unable to dodge in time, and a poisoned needle struck his throat, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices. In just a moment, his corpse turned into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

Upon seeing this, Yang Feng, nicknamed "Blue-Faced Beast," glared angrily, his face contorted with blue lines like earthworms.

He brandished his Ghost Ring Greatsword, the blade whistling fiercely as he aimed directly at the three great masters of the Western Regions.

"Take this!" The broadsword, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, cleaved towards the opponent's head. But the man neither dodged nor evaded; instead, a scorching heat suddenly emanated from his palm—the "Crimson Sun Palm," a unique martial art from the Western Regions. Blade and palm collided, sparks flying. Yang Feng felt the blade falter, and his tiger's mouth went numb.

Looking at the blade again, it was charred black, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of molten metal.

Seeing this, Venerable Poison Dragon commanded the giant python to pounce again.

Jiang Huotian drew a soft whip from his waist, wrapped the tip of the whip around the giant python's jaw, and shouted, "Get down here!" Lu Dechu, who was now able to free his hands, took the opportunity to swing his bronze wine gourd and smash it heavily onto the python's body.

The giant python, in pain, thrashed about, sending the surrounding Western Region disciples sprawling and staggering.

Gongsun Ren's Wu-Yue Hook was also busy, specifically looking for Xuanming Right Elder's weaknesses, forcing the opponent to be distracted.

Yang Feng rallied his forces, wielding his broadsword to create a curtain of blades, unleashing the Cao Gang's signature technique, the "Mountain-Splitting Knife Technique."

The blade flashed like snow, clashing fiercely with the Crimson Sun Palm technique of the Western Region master.

Each exchange of blows caused the ground to tremble slightly, and fragments of stone to fly everywhere.

Jiang Huotian dodged and weaved across the giant python's body, his forked iron rod aimed at its vital points. The python's body was quickly riddled with bloody holes, foul-smelling blood dripping continuously. Seeing the situation was dire, Xuanming Youlao suddenly let out a long howl.

The Venerable Poison Dragon understood immediately, forming hand seals. An eerie red light emanated from the giant python's body, and it opened its blood-red maw, spewing out a cloud of poisonous mist even denser than before. Wherever this poisonous mist touched, vegetation withered instantly, and the bluestone ground sizzled.

Qi Meizhen, who was on the high platform, saw everything clearly and shouted, "Change formation!"

The three thousand disciples of the Cao Gang shouted in unison, and the Miao sword formation changed instantly.

The disciples in the front row held their Miao swords at an angle, forming an impenetrable wall of blades; the disciples in the back row threw their Miao swords, which shot towards the enemy like meteors.

The blades flashed like waves, layer upon layer, clashing with the weapons of the Western Regions people, sparks flew, and shouts of battle echoed through the valley.

Yang Feng finally found an opening with his broadsword and slashed at the shoulder of the Western Region expert, causing blood to splatter.

Jiang Huotian seized the opportunity, thrusting his forked iron rod straight into the giant python's heart. The python let out a deafening scream, its massive body crashing to the ground, splattering blood everywhere. Gongsun Ren was not to be outdone; his Wu Yue hook wrapped around Xuanming's right wrist, and with a forceful tug, tore off a chunk of flesh.

The battle grew increasingly fierce, and the water in the sword pool was stained crimson with blood, with corpses floating everywhere.

But the disciples of the Canal Gang did not back down. They had only one belief in their hearts: to protect the Canal Gang in Jiangnan and to protect their homeland.

The Tiger Hill Sword Pool at the Awakening of Insects resembled a boiling furnace, with dark red blood mixed with mangled limbs and flesh churning in the vortex. The white hair of the Xuanming Elders moved without wind; the left elder lightly tapped the ground with his Xuan Tie Judge's Pen, while the right elder drew a half-moon with his Bin Tie whisk. The Kunlun Sect's ultimate technique, "Xuanming Divine Palm," carrying the aura of millennia-old Xuanbing ice, crashed down with a deafening roar.

In an instant, the air within a radius of ten feet suddenly condensed, ice crystals formed on the Miao swords of the Cao Gang disciples, and the white breath they exhaled condensed into ice beads in the air.

"Master, be careful!" Jiang Huotian had just blocked the Western Region expert's bone-piercing cone with his forked iron bar when he felt a chill creep up his arm along the weapon, and his entire right arm instantly lost sensation.

Qi Meizhen gritted her teeth, and the cold sweat seeping from beneath her golden chainmail froze into ice crystals on her waist.

She suddenly drew her Cold Moon Blade, the blade's eerie blue light clashing with the billowing white mist, dispersing all the chilling energy within three feet.

"Brothers of the Canal Gang, today is a battle to the death! The only way to uphold the dignity of our lives is to kill! Brothers, kill!" The sound of the Cold Moon Blade being drawn was like the roar of a dragon. Qi Meizhen shouted and leaped into the air with her toes touching the ground. As her skirt fluttered, she had already unleashed "Cold Star Shining at Night" from the "Seventeen Styles of Miao Blade Armor Breaking".

The blade flashed like a meteor across the night sky, striking Xuanming Zuo Lao's ice silkworm silk.

The ice silk, forged from fine steel, snapped like withered branches. In shock, Master Zuo hastily drew the "Kunlun Thirteen Styles" defense with his judge's pen, only to see the Cold Moon Blade cut through the pen with unstoppable force, leaving a half-inch deep mark on the pen handle.

Old Master You's poisonous needles came like a storm, but Qi Meizhen spun around and landed, her blade flashing with dazzling light.

The "Rain-beaten Lotus" move was executed perfectly; the poisoned needles bounced off the back of the blade and instead pierced the throats of the Western Region disciples behind him.

She charged forward, stepping on the shattered ice. Suddenly, the Cold Moon Blade changed its move, unleashing an "Armor-Piercing" strike aimed directly at the right old man's face.

The bronze demon mask shattered with a clang. In his haste, Elder You unleashed the Xuanming Divine Palm. The two forces collided, creating a shockwave that lifted a three-zhang-high ice wall from the surface of the sword pool. Qi Meizhen, having consumed Xu Fu's elixir, was unaffected by the Xuanming Elders' icy aura.

In the chaos of battle, Lu's bronze wine gourd collided violently with the Poison Dragon Venerable's spiked club.

Lu was so shocked that he took three steps back, but took the opportunity to spit out a mouthful of strong liquor: "Try Grandpa's 'Drunken Eight Immortals'!"

The liquor mixed with internal energy shot towards the face of the Poison Dragon Venerable like steel balls.

The villain let out a strange laugh, opened his mouth and swallowed the wine, then swung out a "Poison Dragon Piercing Heart Palm" with his backhand.

Lu Dechu suddenly felt as if a poisonous snake had bitten his chest, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood mixed with wine gushed out.

Yang Feng wielded his Ghost Ring Greatsword with impenetrable skill, yet he was forced to retreat steadily by the Crimson Sun Palm technique of the three great masters from the Western Regions. When the blade clashed with the Crimson Sun Palm, sparks flew, and the blade gradually twisted and deformed.

Yang Feng, nicknamed "Blue-Faced Beast," roared angrily, suddenly abandoning his knife and using his palm to unleash the "Eighteen Water Dragon Strokes," a technique long lost by the Cao Gang.

The moment the palms struck out, the air exploded, the Western Region expert's chest caved in, and the sprayed blood mist condensed into crimson ice crystals in the air.

Qi Meizhen's Cold Moon Blade was stained purple with blood, and the green marks on her chainmail were intertwined with bloodstains.

She spotted an opening in the Xuanming Elders' moves, suddenly leaped high into the air, and pointed her Cold Moon Blade straight at the sky: "Take this!"

This move, "Moonfall Over the Long River," is the essence of the Miao Blade Armor-Piercing Formation. The blade light, like a cascading silver river, actually cleaved a crack in the palm strikes of the Xuanming Elders. The Left Elder's white hair was severed by the blade energy, and the Right Elder's whisk was cut into several pieces.

The stench of blood permeated the entire Sword Pool. The corpses of Western Region disciples piled up like mountains, and blood flowed down the stone steps into the pool, staining the thousand-year-old cliff inscription "Wind Ravine and Cloud Spring" dark red. The Miao swords of the Cao Gang disciples were already dulled, yet they still held their ground fiercely.

Qi Meizhen's Cold Moon Blade suddenly emitted a clear sound, and the blade glowed with a faint blue light—this was the treasured blade recognizing its master and activating its hidden power.

"Kill!" At her command, three thousand members of the Cao Gang shouted in unison, and the Miao sword formation transformed into a golden torrent.

Wherever the Cold Moon Blade went, the ice silkworm silk was shattered and the poisonous mist dissipated.

The Tiger Hill Sword Pool, once a scene of carnage, has been transformed into a battlefield, with severed limbs and pieces of flesh floating in its crimson waters.

Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," to carry Shi Xiong down the mountain.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Shi Xiong leaped off Shi Feiyang's back, drew the White Rainbow Sword from his waist, and charged into the enemy ranks.

The cold glow of the waning moon was stained hazy by the blood mist. Lü Yuan huddled in the shadow of the cliff carvings, the hilt of his Embroidered Spring Blade almost embedded in his palm.

He stared at the golden blade light flickering in Shi Feiyang's palm, his Adam's apple bobbing, his legs beneath his brocade robe trembling uncontrollably—that dark figure had once shattered his seventy-two moves of "Frosty Cotton Palm" atop Yanshan Mountain, and had descended like the Grim Reaper amidst a hail of arrows outside Bozhou City. At this moment, every palm strike from Shi Feiyang felt like a thousand-pound hammer pounding into his heart.

"My God..." Lu Yuan muttered to himself, cold sweat trickling down his back from the collar embroidered with gold python patterns. "That jinx hasn't left Jiangnan after all!"

He suddenly remembered the urgent report from his spies three days ago that "Shi Feiyang has gone to Bozhou," and a smile that was more like a grimace tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What a clever deception! I've fallen for it again!"

The Imperial Guard commander beside him hesitated, wanting to speak, but then saw Lü Yuan suddenly stagger to his feet, his brocade boots crunching on the mixture of snow and blood. "Go!" he whispered, his voice a desperate, trembling scream filled with terror, "If we stay any longer, we'll all die here!"

Before he could finish speaking, a foul stench emanated from his crotch—this usually imposing Jinyiwei commander was now so frightened that he had lost control of his bladder and bowels. Several Jinyiwei experts exchanged glances, their eyes filled with terror.

As they watched Shi Feiyang stand like a war god amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the embroidered spring knife in their hands trembled involuntarily.

One of them cautiously spoke up: "My lord, the Xuanming Elders and the Poison Dragon Venerable..."

"Who cares if they live or die!" Lü Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the hem of his brocade robe stained with mud. "The imperial court paid them a fortune to risk their lives, and now that they've perished here, it's their own fault!"

He forced himself to maintain his last shred of dignity, but couldn't hide the tremor in his voice. "The lives of us Imperial Guards are far more precious than those of these江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning rough and unruly people)!" With that, he turned to slip away, but his legs went weak and he almost fell.

The Imperial Guards, like frightened birds, followed their disheveled superior, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, and silently disappeared into the shadows of the mountain path. Only the shriek of an owl echoed above Sword Pool, mocking the cowardice and pathetic state of these imperial lackeys.

The golden blade light that had not yet dissipated from Shi Feiyang's palm was still as dazzling as the blazing sun, illuminating this thrilling and bloody battle, and forever nailing the shameful behavior of the Embroidered Uniform Guard to the pillar of disgrace in the martial arts world.

The white hair of the two Xuanming Elders danced wildly in the chilling true energy. The runes drawn by the Left Elder's Xuan Tie Judge's Pen glowed with eerie blue flames, while the Cold Stars swept by the Right Elder's Bin Tie Horsespin Carried a bone-corroding poison. "Xuanming, return to your place!" the two elders roared in unison. The air within a ten-zhang radius suddenly froze, and the pool water instantly transformed into a hundred-zhang-high ice wall. From the icy mist emerged a phantom of Xuanming with a blue face and fangs, its palms wrapped in the energy of millennia-old Xuanbing, aimed straight at Shi Feiyang's face.

Shi Feiyang's dark-colored martial arts attire fluttered in the wind, and the golden blade light flowing in his palm mingled with the icy blue true energy. He instantly activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm, and the vortex formed by his true energy caused the mist rising around Shi Feiyang to condense into ice blades in the void.

"Well done!" A roar shook the cliff face, sending boulders raining down. Shi Feiyang's palms crossed like blades, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth United." The golden vortex formed by his palm shadows collided violently with the Xuanming Divine Palm, the air emitting a piercing shriek, and the resulting shockwave hurled the stone pavilion into the air. Xuanming Zuo Lao's pupils constricted sharply, and his judge's pen swiftly struck a vital acupoint on Shi Feiyang's chest.

This move, "Kunlun Pointing the General," is the essence of the Kunlun School's Seventy-Two Hand Capturing Techniques. Before the brush tip even arrived, the cold light had already scratched a crack on Shi Feiyang's clothes.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and suddenly changed his move with his left hand, using the killing move "Slaying the Mortal World" from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique".

The golden blade light condensed from the edge of his palm spun like a wheel. The moment the judge's pen touched the blade light, the black iron shattered inch by inch, the tiger's mouth on the left side cracked open, and blood splattered on the ice wall, blooming like red plum blossoms.

Old Man You seized the opening, his iron whisk coiling around Shi Feiyang's neck like a serpent. "Die!" he roared, and the poisonous threads on the whisk suddenly swelled, only to be met with a burst of icy blue true energy emanating from Shi Feiyang, instantly freezing the poisonous threads into ice shards.

Shi Feiyang's right palm moved like lightning as he unleashed the "Moon-Slaying Stance" of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique. Wherever his palm strike passed, the air twisted into a vortex.

The bronze demon mask of the old man was shattered by the sword energy, revealing half of his rotting face. He screamed and retreated repeatedly.

The two elders of Xuanming were terrified and were about to use the "Xuanming Escape Technique" to escape when Shi Feiyang approached like a ghost.

He struck out with both palms simultaneously. His left palm was enveloped in the chilling cold of the millennia-old ice of the "Ice Soul Frost Prison," while his right palm contained the fierce power of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," a killing move of "ice and fire tempering." In their haste, the two elders unleashed their palms together, the Xuanming Divine Palm colliding with Shi Feiyang's palm force, icy mist and golden light weaving into a magnificent web of death.

With a crisp "crack," Old Zuo's arm snapped inch by inch under the immense pressure. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to press his advantage, unleashing the "Intercepting the River" technique from the Hundred Victories Saber Style with his left palm. The palm wind was like the Yangtze River, slamming Old Zuo into the ice wall.

The thousand-year-old cliff carving "Wind, Ravine, Cloud, and Spring" was dented in the shape of a human figure. Amidst the flying debris, Mr. Zuo bled from all seven orifices and died.

Upon seeing this, the old man was terrified and turned to flee.

Shi Feiyang touched the ground with his toes, his body moving like an arrow released from a bow, and pushed out the "Cloud-Breaking Style" with both palms.

With a flurry of palm strikes, Elder You's whisk was shattered. Then, a "Severing the Horizon" strike was unleashed, the palm wind piercing directly through Elder You's chest. Elder You looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his eyes widening in disbelief. He collapsed into a pool of blood with a thud, twitching a few times before losing his breath.

Shi Feiyang stood tall amidst the icy mist, the golden blade light around him still lingering, his black outfit stained with blood only enhancing his heroic bearing.

He surveyed the corpses scattered on the ground, his gaze sharp as lightning, his voice resounding across the land: "Those who offend the Xiong Ying Society, though far away, shall be punished!"

The survivors by the Sword Pool gazed at the blood-soaked war god, their hearts filled with boundless awe.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed Tiger Hill Sword Pool a scarlet inferno.

The red tassel on Qi Meizhen's golden helmet had solidified into a hard lump, and the blood seeping from beneath her golden chainmail meandered between the gaps in the armor plates.

She gripped the command flag tightly, watching Shi Feiyang kill the two Xuanming Elders with his powerful palm strike, and shouted loudly: "Disciples of the Cao Gang, listen to my command! Miao Blade Formation—Break!" Three thousand Miao blades flipped at the same time, their backs colliding and producing a clear and melodious sound.

Stepping on the shattered ice shards caused by flying stones, the elite of the Canal Gang formed a cone-shaped battle formation and crashed into the Western Regions Three Talents Formation like a golden torrent.

Amidst shouts of "Kill all the traitors!", the whistling of Miao swords cutting through the air mingled with the cracking of bones. The front-row disciples, holding their Miao swords at an angle like a forest, blocked all the bone-piercing spikes from the Western Region disciples, while the swordsmen in the back row spun and leaped up, their blades drawing crescent arcs of light, aiming straight for their enemies' necks.

Jiang Huotian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," swept his iron pole horizontally, using the momentum of his charge to simultaneously shatter the heads of three Western Region bandits.

Brain matter mixed with blood splattered onto the trunk of the ancient pine tree, instantly corroding the bark and creating black spots.

He leaped again, his toes barely touching the ground, and the iron rod, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, ripped off the chin of the fourth enemy. The man screamed and staggered backward, clutching his severed jaw, only to have his chest pierced by the Miao swordsmen who surged forward afterward.

"Blue-Faced Beast" Yang Feng wielded his Ghost Ring Greatsword with ferocious power, the clanging of the rings sounding like the wails of a vengeful ghost. (End of Chapter)