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

Chapter 307. Blood-red bells pierce the ancient path, golden light breaks through the mist revealing chivalrous spirits.
The setting sun dyed the flying sand blood-red. Xie Wen used the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill" to arrive on the clouds, his black martial arts clothes fluttering in the gale.

He lightly touched the eaves of the arrow tower where Shi Feiyang stood with his toes, and said in a low voice, "The Grand Master's skills are profound. Why not let that witch witness the power of the 'Hundred Victories Blade Technique'?" After saying that, he turned his gaze to the still churning poisonous miasma outside the pass, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Shi Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his Mingyu Kung Fu flowing beneath his dark-colored outfit, shimmering with a faint golden light in the twilight.

He looked at the wounded heroes inside the pass, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Brother Xie, the world is vast, and there are always stronger hands among the strong. Let the brothers undergo some trials first, so they will know that there are mountains beyond mountains and buildings beyond buildings."

His voice was steady as a bell, carrying the vicissitudes and wisdom of countless battles. "Besides, would a true master be in a hurry?" Before he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure floated down into the pass like an eagle.

Each step he took carried a unique rhythm, seemingly gentle yet causing the ground to tremble slightly. The wounded heroes within the pass, who had been listless, suddenly brightened up upon seeing his return.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, struggled to his feet, his arms wrapped in blood-soaked cloths, yet he still forced himself to clasp his hands in a fist salute: "Chief! With you here, we feel at ease!" His voice was hoarse, but full of trust and reliance.

Lie Quan, wielding the notched longsword, sheathed it and said loudly, "Chief, that witch's poison skills are bizarre, and the brothers have really suffered." His eyes were filled with resentment, yet also with anticipation for Shi Feiyang.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "If the Grand Master had made a move earlier, how could Yin Jiu Niang have been so arrogant!" His words were full of admiration for Shi Fei Yang's martial arts.

Yu Xuzi, one of the Seven Masters of Wudang, straightened his blood-stained Taoist robe, stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Hero Shi has returned! We will surely win this battle!" His voice carried the composure of a Taoist, yet it could not hide his excitement.

Master Tongzhen, the leader of the Shaolin monks, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Benefactor Shi, your arrival is timely. We have been eagerly awaiting your guidance." The leaders of various incense halls, including "Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling, "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong, and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, gathered around, their eyes filled with reverence and anticipation. "Tianshan Sword" Lu Wending, accompanied by his junior sister Blood Rakshasa and disciple Ling Lanzhi, though wounded, remained spirited. They knew that Shi Feiyang's arrival meant a turning point. In the crowd, Shi Ying, carrying her son Shi Nian on her back, stood quietly to the side.

Shi Nian stared at his father with wide, curious eyes, waving his little hands.

As Shi Ying watched Shi Feiyang being surrounded by the crowd, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, her eyes filled with pride and love.

In her eyes, her husband was like a towering mountain, a pillar of strength that everyone could rely on, standing firm no matter what storms they faced.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the carved window lattice, casting dappled light and shadow on the bluestone bricks.

Shi Ying, carrying her young son Shi Nian on her back, stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, her gaze following Shi Feiyang's figure. His black martial arts outfit was stained with gunpowder, yet he still stood tall and straight like a pine tree. Every word of concern he uttered rekindled hope in the eyes of the wounded heroes.

Watching her husband surrounded by the crowd, the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into crescents, and her eyes welled up with tears—a mixture of pride and undisguised love. When Shi Feiyang finished greeting Liao Pei, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and the others, and turned to look at her, Shi Ying's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The way he walked through the crowd was just like the day they first met, when he shattered the moonlight on the ground and entered her heart.

"Tired?" Shi Feiyang's deep voice carried a unique gentleness as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently supported Shi Nian's chubby little bottom with his other hand. The little boy giggled and reached out to grab his father's clothes, his drool wetting the dark fabric.

Shi Ying leaned against Shi Feiyang's chest, feeling the familiar warmth, and her fatigue instantly vanished. "The way you looked so imposing just now almost made my heart jump out of my chest." She looked up at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with admiration. "With you here, nothing is a problem."

Shi Feiyang lowered his head and kissed her hair, smelling the faint medicinal scent mixed with the sweetness of a young woman on her body: "Nonsense. By guarding the pass and taking care of Nian'er, you are helping me guard the rear." He led her into the inner room, his steps steady and powerful.

Upon entering the room, Shi Feiyang gently placed Shi Nian on the soft fur blanket. The child immediately crawled around on all fours, calling out "Daddy" and "Mommy" incoherently. Shi Ying squatted down, unbuttoned her son's clothes, revealing his round belly: "Look at this little tummy, he must be starving."

She looked up at Shi Feiyang, a smile in her eyes, "You must be tired after a long day, take a rest, I'll go get you some food."

Shi Feiyang grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms: "Let's rest for a while. With you by my side, I don't want to think about anything else."

His chin rested on the top of her head, listening to her rapid heartbeat. "These days away from home, I dream of you and Nian'er."

Shi Ying's cheeks flushed, like a blooming peach blossom, and she reached out to wrap her arms around his waist: "You're just good at making me happy." She paused, her voice becoming soft yet firm, "But I really hope you won't take any more risks in the future. If something were to happen to you, Nian'er and I..." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Shi Feiyang cupped her face in his hands and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb: "No, I promised you that I would watch Nian'er grow up and accompany you to see the scenery of Jiangnan and the northern frontier." He lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, with tenderness and promise, "No matter how big the storm, I will protect you all."

Shi Nian suddenly started babbling and waving her little hands, wanting a hug.

The two smiled at each other, and Shi Feiyang picked up his son, and the family of three embraced tightly.

As dusk deepened outside the window, the room remained warm and cozy, seemingly shielding it from the bloodshed and violence outside.

At this moment, all weariness and worry melt away, leaving only endless tenderness and longing.

In the carved bronze incense burner, wisps of ambergris rise gently, weaving a hazy veil in the dim candlelight.

Shi Feiyang brushed a stray hair from Shi Ying's temple, his fingertips touching the faint red scar behind her ear—a wound from a stray arrow sustained while protecting the pass the day before, still not scabbed over. "Does it still hurt?" His voice was deep, carrying a gentle warmth that could melt even the hardest ice. He quietly warmed his palm with the light of Mingyu Gong, gently placing it on the wound. Shi Ying leaned against his chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Compared to your countless battles, what is this? That day at the Hetao camp, Xie Wen sent word that you were trapped in the poisonous fog. I was completely chilled. The Heavenly Star Pill in my hand fell to the ground, and it took me a while to realize what was happening and pick it up." She looked up, her eyes filled with lingering fear, "Do you know? Every time you left, I counted the night until dawn, fearing that what awaited me would be devastating news."

Shi Feiyang hugged her tighter, his chin resting on the top of her head: "I will definitely take fewer risks in the future. I still remember when we first met in Bozhou, you stood under the apricot tree with your sword in hand and said, 'Although the Heavenly Demon Sect is small, it will not tolerate the presumptions of villains.' At that time, I thought that the light in this woman's eyes was more dazzling than the stars."

He suddenly laughed, and the sound made Shi Ying tremble slightly. "Who would have thought that these dazzling stars would now be worried about me?"

"Who asked you to be so glib?" Shi Ying lightly punched his chest, but then buried her face even deeper. "You always say I'm the star, but in my heart, you're the one who holds up the whole sky. Today, all the heroes were injured. If you hadn't come back, everyone would have been like kites with broken strings, without a backbone."

She paused, her voice suddenly choked with emotion, "I don't ask you to be some kind of invincible hero, I only ask that you be safe..."

Shi Feiyang cupped her face in his hands, and as their eyes met, the candlelight danced in their gazes. "Do you still remember our vows?" he whispered. "'To share the same bed in life and the same coffin in death,' I have made that promise, and I will not break it. After the rebellion in Bozhou is quelled, we will take Nian'er and return to our hometown in Jiangnan. We will build a house by West Lake, where we can admire the willows in spring and enjoy the snow in winter, and you will no longer have to worry about me every day."

Shi Nian suddenly started babbling and waving her little hands, wanting to join the two in their embrace.

Shi Feiyang smiled and lifted his son up, letting him sit on his shoulders: "Look, Nian'er is also looking forward to that day."

He looked down at Shi Ying's reddened eyes and said, "If I ever have to travel far in the future, I will take you with me. You will use the Heavenly Star Pill to save people, and I will wield the Hundred Victories Blade to protect you. Wouldn't we, husband and wife, be even more carefree than a divine couple?"

Shi Ying burst into laughter through her tears, reaching out to gently pinch Shi Nian's little nose: "You're just making empty promises to fool us, mother and son. But..." She leaned on Shi Feiyang's shoulder, her gaze gentle yet firm, "I believe whatever you say."

The following morning, the iron chains atop Feima Pass twitched, and the massive bronze gate, weighing a thousand pounds, crashed down. The words "No War" written in vermilion ink appeared and disappeared amidst the poisonous miasma. Yin Jiuniang leaned against the viewing platform piled with bones, her crimson gauze robe half-concealing her skin covered in bluish-black veins. Her nail-painted fingers slowly caressed a golden hairpin, the creaking of the twisting metal mingling with the chirping of insects rising and falling in the poisonous fog, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, a white dove broke through the miasma and circled down. She lightly raised her jade-like hand, and the secret letter tied to the dove's tail fell into her palm. She glanced at the words "Shi Feiyang has returned" on the letter, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes suddenly became as deep as if they had been carved by a knife: "Shi Feiyang? Heh heh, you little brat, you've finally decided to show your face?" Before she finished speaking, she heard a flurry of footsteps behind her, and more than ten figures strode over the poisonous moss.

Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, tapped his bamboo staff on the ground, the nine iron rings clanging loudly: "I heard that Shi Feiyang is staying indoors, which shows how powerful the Yin Sect Leader was yesterday, he must have been terrified!" His beard was still covered in undried poison saliva, but he was completely unaware of it. "If we're talking about the art of using poison, the Sect Leader is truly unparalleled!"

"Chief Zhong, you are mistaken!" Elder Ding Hong approached, waving his wine gourd, his turbid eyes darting over Yin Jiuniang. "The leader is not only unparalleled in poison skills, but yesterday she single-handedly defeated a hundred men, leaving Shaolin and Wudang defeated with ease. Such demeanor is truly unmatched in the world!" His fawning manner caused the three brothers Wu Yuan, Wu Si, and Wu Ji to nod repeatedly, their patchwork robes, riddled with holes, rustling with each movement.

Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Manor, stood with his hand on his sword, the jade pendant at his waist gleaming eerily in the poisonous mist. "Shi Feiyang only narrowly escaped death; how could he compare to the Master's extraordinary abilities?" Because he had once suffered a backlash from Xie Zhichuan's Kunlun Blazing Flame Technique, his skin was wrinkled and his entire body was black, making him look as terrifying as a lump of charcoal. He then deliberately lowered his voice, "If the Master is willing, I am willing to lead the disciples of the manor to flatten this Feima Pass for you!"

Master Dugu Yan of Mingjian Manor laughed in a high-pitched voice, the eunuch's effeminate tone echoing through the poisonous miasma: "Nephew Xie is still too young. If the sect leader wants to break through, it's just a matter of lifting a finger. Why make such a fuss?"

He lightly waved his whisk, sweeping away the drifting poisonous mist. "In my opinion, with your extraordinary appearance, Master, you are truly the undisputed leader of the martial arts world!"

"Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo swayed her serpentine waist and squeezed to the front row, her face powder corroded by the poisonous fog, leaving spots: "How can the title of Alliance Leader be worthy of the title of Sect Leader? In my opinion, you should be honored as the 'Poison God'! Throughout history, who has ever mastered the 'Golden Body of Ten Thousand Poisons'? Sect Leader's face, which can topple kingdoms, is even more rare in heaven and unparalleled on earth!"

Yin Jiu Niang parted her lips slightly, letting out a silvery laugh that sent chills down everyone's spine. She moved with light steps, and wherever her crimson gauze robe swept, the poisonous moss instantly turned into black water: "Your tongues are more skillful than my poisoned silver needles."

She suddenly stopped, lifted Zhong Renwang's chin with her fingertips, looked at Zhong Renwang's terrifying old face without a nose, and said coldly, "But just talking without doing won't win my favor."

Zhong Renwang's terrifying old face flushed red, then turned white, then green, then purple, looking extremely embarrassed.

Blood Lord, who had been standing in the corner with a gloomy face, suddenly stepped forward: "If the leader trusts me, I am willing to lead my elite troops in a night raid on the pass. Even if Shi Feiyang is highly skilled in martial arts, he cannot withstand an ambush from all sides!"

His voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a sickening shriek.

Yin Jiuniang giggled, her fingernails tracing five bluish-white marks across Xue Zun's cheek: "Old man Xue Zun is still the most sensible one."

She glanced at the crowd, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Remember this: when you're flattering me, make sure it's on the right track."

She gazed at the tightly closed city gate, her golden hairpin swaying gently with her movements. "Shi Feiyang, can you dodge the first day of the month, or the fifteenth?" The poisonous fog grew thicker, enveloping everyone's figures. The fawning compliments mingled with the chirping of insects rising and falling within the poisonous fog, condensing into a nauseating cloud of foul air before the gate.

Yin Jiuniang leaned against the bone railing, gazing at the "No War" sign swaying atop the city wall, a sinister smile playing on her lips—this cat-and-mouse game had only just begun. A moment later, she suddenly threw her head back and burst into laughter, her shrill cry like that of a night owl, startling the crows perched on the bone steps into flight, their dark wings obscuring half the setting sun. "Well done, Shi Feiyang, putting on airs now!"

Her lips curled slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened with her smile, resembling spiderwebs. "Since you want to establish your authority in front of the younger generation, then I'll grant your wish!" Before she finished speaking, Yin Jiuniang suddenly ripped open her crimson gauze robe, revealing skin covered with bluish-black lines—the marks of her coexistence with poison after cultivating the "Golden Body of Ten Thousand Poisons." She flicked her finger at the leather pouch at her waist, and twelve palm-sized poisonous toads leaped out, their protruding poison glands gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

"Go, turn this place upside down!" Yin Jiuniang's voice was sweet but had a fishy smell. The poisonous toad immediately shot forward like an arrow, taking advantage of the poisonous fog to leap into the pass.

At the same time, she formed hand seals and chanted incantations. From the depths of the miasma forest in the distance came muffled sounds, and countless rotting corpses burst from the ground, their skin covered with swarms of Gu worms, pushing their stiff bodies toward Pegasus Pass.

"Shi Feiyang, let me show you what true 'mountains beyond mountains' really means!" Yin Jiuniang's laughter, mixed with the stench of decay, drifted into the ears of everyone inside the pass. Inside the pass, Shi Feiyang was channeling his inner energy to expel poison from "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong when he suddenly felt a chill creep over him.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he shoved Wu Zhong away. A dark blue, poisonous shadow flew past Wu Zhong's ear and embedded itself in the stone pillar behind him, instantly corroding the bowl-sized pillar with a deep hole that exposed bone.

"Watch out!" Shi Feiyang shouted, unleashing the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" technique from the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique." The golden palm wind spread like ripples, shattering the three pouncing poisonous toads into a bloody pulp. Green poisonous blood splattered on the ground, sending up plumes of white smoke.

Upon seeing this, the Seven Masters of Wudang immediately positioned themselves according to the Big Dipper and drew their longswords. Yu Xuzi pointed his sword at the sky and proclaimed, "Fellow Daoists, form the 'Two Elements Sword Formation'!" The seven longswords flashed with cold light, and amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, they cleaved the approaching rotting corpse into several pieces.

However, these rotting corpses felt no pain. Even with only half their bodies remaining, they still dragged their intestines toward the crowd, spewing out blackish-purple mist that left eerie black spots on the blue bricks wherever it went.

Liao Pei, wielding the "Tongbei Fist," unleashed a powerful punch that shattered several poisonous toads. However, the venomous blood splattered onto his arms, instantly burning several bloody holes. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and roared, "Chief, this witch is incredibly wicked!"

Amidst the flying sand and swirling stones, Shi Feiyang's body surged with icy blue true energy, as if he were standing on a moving glacier.

Mingyu Gong's "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" was activated to its peak, and even his breath condensed into white mist.

He gazed at the swarming corpses and poisonous insects beyond the pass, knowing full well that this was a deadly trap set by Yin Jiuniang, using human lives as bait.

"Everyone, step back!" Shi Feiyang's voice boomed like a bell as he clapped his hands together, unleashing the "Slaying the Mortal World" and "Breaking the Sky" techniques of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique in quick succession.

Nine streaks of golden sword energy crisscrossed, and wherever they passed, rotting corpses exploded and poisonous toads were shredded into a foul-smelling mist.

The flying pieces of corpses and poisonous insects crashed into the city wall, corroding the blue bricks and creating countless holes.

Yin Jiuniang stood deep within the poisonous miasma, her crimson gauze robe fluttering without wind, and her golden hairpins creaking with a teeth-grinding sound.

As she watched the poison array retreat step by step, she suddenly grabbed a maid in red beside her.

"Do you want to live?" She parted her lips slightly, injecting poisonous blood from her fingertips into the girl's body. "Then go tear them apart!"

The girl's piercing screams tore through the sky, and her skin festered and peeled off at a visible speed, revealing the bluish-black blood vessels underneath.

Her eyes rolled back, and she let out an inhuman roar as she transformed into a living corpse and lunged towards the interior of the pass.

Xiao Lingling, wielding the "Mandarin Duck Blades," blocked the attack. The moment the blades touched the living corpse, they emitted a "sizzling" sound and instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang appeared like a ghost. His icy blue true energy surged, and he unleashed the killing move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together." His palm shadow transformed into a golden vortex, carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Frost Prison as it struck out. The living corpse shattered inch by inch under the force of his palm, turning into a rain of blood that fell to the ground, rising in puffs of white smoke.

"Shi Feiyang!" Yin Jiuniang laughed maniacally, a ruthless glint in her eyes. "Today I'll show you the true secret techniques of my Mad Hemp Sect!"

She suddenly ripped open her crimson gauze dress, revealing a body covered in bluish-black markings, and spat out foul-smelling black blood.

The moment the blood mist landed, it transformed into countless poisonous insects, swarming in like a dense tide.

Shi Feiyang stared at his blood-stained palm and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Hell on Earth".

His body was filled with surging internal energy, and the air emitted a piercing shriek.

He flew out of Pegasus Pass and roared, "Poisonous old woman, prepare to die!" He thrust out a move called "Severing the Sky" with both palms, the palm force carrying the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, like a golden rainbow breaking through the sky.

Yin Jiuniang let out a sharp cry, and the blood-red miasma condensed into a giant python to meet the attack.

"Boom!" The two powerful internal forces collided violently, shattering the bluestone in front of the pass. The flying fragments mixed with poisonous blood stained the morning mist dark red.

Under the corrosive influence of the icy true energy, Yin Jiuniang's venomous python was gradually frozen into ice blocks, shattering inch by inch.

"Impossible!" Yin Jiuniang's expression changed drastically, and fear flashed in her eyes. She retreated hastily, but saw Shi Feiyang following closely behind, using the wondrous lightness skill of "leaving without a trace after the deed is done," instantly closing in on her.

Shi Feiyang unleashed "Slaying the Mortal World" with both palms, and nine streaks of sword energy, like raging waves, cleaved a path through the poisonous mist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yin Jiuniang waved her hand and threw out three poisoned silver needles.

Before the silver needle even arrived, Shi Feiyang had already unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Knife Technique called "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree," his palm wind swirling around the silver needle like a wisp of silk.

The silver needles shattered inch by inch within the icy blue true energy, turning into poisonous smoke and dissipating.

"Prepare to die!" Shi Feiyang roared again, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth in Silence," with both palms.

The golden sword energy merged with the icy blue true energy, transforming into a huge halo of light.

Yin Jiuniang let out a desperate scream, and the blood-red miasma dissipated instantly under the halo, like snowflakes meeting the sun.

The halo crashed down, and Yin Jiuniang's body was torn to pieces in the clash of sword energy and true energy.

After the bloodshed, only the corpses of poisonous insects and a wisp of miasma remained.

Shi Feiyang stood with his palms withdrawn, his black martial arts attire stained with blood, yet his posture remained as upright as a pine tree. "The Grand Master is mighty! With his majestic presence raised high, he is invincible under heaven, unifying the martial world for eternity!" Cheers erupted from within the pass.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the setting sun on the horizon and let out a long sigh of relief.

This thrilling and fierce battle has finally come to an end.

However, the smoke of war in Bozhou has not yet dissipated.

At the pass, where poisonous miasma surged, the instant Yin Jiuniang transformed into a rain of blood, Zhong Renwang's dog-beating bamboo staff clattered to the ground, the sound of its nine rings colliding startling the crows perched atop the pile of bones. He gazed at the icy blue true energy emanating from Shi Feiyang, a metallic taste rising in his throat: "What a magnificent Hundred Victories Blade Technique… Turns out I've flattered the wrong person!"

Ding Hong grabbed the gang leader's tattered patchwork robe, his wine gourd long since tossed aside: "Zhong! As long as we're alive, we'll meet again someday..."

Before the words were even finished, the three brothers, Wu Yuan, Wu Si, and Wu Ji, had already darted away like startled birds, some three zhang away. Wu Ji shouted as he ran, "Big brother, help! That bastard Shi Feiyang's palm strikes are like ice shards!"

Xie Zhichuan's folding fan snapped open, but it couldn't conceal his deathly pale face: "Shi Feiyang! My Divine Sword Manor..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Feiyang's palm strike, carrying pebbles, grazed past his ear and tore off half of his clothes.

The young master's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, completely losing any semblance of the demeanor of a scion of a noble family.

Dugu Yan shrieked, "Heroes, wait! I'll..." Just as he was about to brandish his whisk, Shi Feiyang's blade aura shredded his silver hair into tiny pieces. The eunuch master of the Famous Sword Manor screamed and rolled on the ground, his brocade robe stained with poisonous moss.

Li Wuduo's swaying waist suddenly froze—the toe of her gold-embroidered shoe was stuck firmly in the ruptured venom gland of the poisonous toad. "Ouch, my goodness!" she cried, her nail-painted hands scratching wildly, corroding a blackened hole in her brightly colored skirt. "Someone...someone help me out!"

Blood Lord, who had been hiding deep within the miasma, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He flicked out three blood beads, which condensed into three illusory images of himself within the mist. "Shi Feiyang, taste my Blood Escape Twelve Transformations!" Before the illusory images could fully form, Shi Feiyang's "Severing the Sky" palm strike pierced through the three illusions and struck him directly in the heart.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhong Renwang suddenly pulled Wu Yuan to stand in front of him.

Poor Wu Yuan, the elder of the Beggars' Sect, didn't even get to utter the word "bastard" before he was reduced to dust in the golden blade energy.

Shi Feiyang instantly understood that Zhong Renwang had promoted so many people surnamed Wu to be elders of the Beggars' Sect for this very reason.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ding Hong threw out a handful of "Bone-Melting Powder," but Shi Feiyang's icy blue true energy condensed it into ice crystals, which then hit him back. Fortunately, Ding Hong was just as ruthless as Zhong Renwang. In the midst of the crisis, he had already taken precautions and had pulled Wu Ji to be his scapegoat before he died.

Wu Ji wanted to curse Ding Hong's mother, but was instantly turned into a pile of bone dust by the poison powder. Ding Hong took the opportunity to escape.

"Trying to run?" Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure flashing over the heads of the crowd like a ghost. "Before, you all fawned over that vixen, today you will taste the flavor of the Hundred Victory Blade!" He pushed out "Slaying the Mortal World" with both palms, nine streaks of sword energy crisscrossing, and wherever they passed, the poisonous mist dissipated, and wails shook the heavens.

Xie Zhichuan was knocked to the ground by the palm strike, his longsword nowhere to be seen. He clutched his head and cried out, "Master Shi, spare my life! I was blinded by greed! I will never dare to oppose you again. My father's death was his own fault, and has nothing to do with you, Master Shi!"

Dugu Yan huddled in the corner, her whisk reduced to half a bamboo handle, still trembling as she begged for mercy: "Master Shi, please have mercy! I'm willing to pull your horse down from the stirrups! Master Shi, spare my life! Please spare the souls of my poor five sons, okay?"

Before the pass, where poisonous miasma surged, rotting flesh, broken bones, and poisonous moss intertwined, creating a scene of dark red hell. The blood mist rising from the Blood Lord twisted and swirled like a living thing, turning the area within a ten-zhang radius into a viscous scarlet purgatory, the air filled with a nauseating stench of rust and rotting corpses.

His withered, bluish-purple knuckles, the black blood clotted under his fingernails dripping with each tremor, and his gaze toward Shi Feiyang was like that of a dying wolf baring its teeth, his voice hoarse and shrill: "Shi Feiyang! You cut off my support, you murdered my closest relatives, I will haunt you even as a ghost for this blood debt! Give me your life!"

"You coward, do you even dare to talk to me about grudges?" Shi Feiyang's black martial arts clothes fluttered in the wind. He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Human Purgatory". His body was filled with icy blue true energy, and the blue bricks under his feet cracked inch by inch, with spider web-like ice patterns spreading rapidly.

He slowly raised his hand, golden light flowing in his palm like the blazing sun, his voice like a booming bell, shaking the walls and causing dust to fall. "Today I will let you, you evil bastard, know what true invincibility is!" Blood Lord roared, and blood mist suddenly condensed into a three-headed, six-armed phantom, the blood blade in his hand gleaming with an eerie light.

"Blood Shadow Thousand Illusion Slash!" he roared hoarsely, and three blood blades slashed down from the sky. Wherever they passed, the blue bricks shattered into dust, and the flying shards were corroded into dark green poisonous smoke in the air, making a "sizzling" sound.

Shi Feiyang roared to the sky, using the wondrous lightness skill of "leaving without a trace after the deed is done," his figure transforming into a golden stream of light, shuttling between the blood blades. He unleashed a thunderous "Slay the Mortal World!" Nine streaks of sword energy crisscrossed, actually twisting the blood shadow into thousands of blood droplets, which scattered all over the ground.

In the shadows of the closed wall, Zhong Renwang's face was deathly pale. He grabbed Ding Hong's collar, his nine-ringed bamboo cane jingling in his palm. "Old Ding! These two bastards have fought to the death, it's the perfect time for us to make a run for it! The Beggars' Clan brothers are waiting for us to go back and rebuild our strength. If we don't run now, we'll really lose our lives here!"

He was about to slip away when Xie Zhichuan stumbled towards him, his embroidered gold robe covered in poisonous moss, his face filled with terror: "Please, seniors, take me with you! Divine Sword Manor can't do without me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Renwang's bamboo cane slammed into his temple. "You've got a death wish, carrying this burden like this?"

Zhong Renwang spat out a mouthful of blood and dragged Ding Hong deeper into the miasma.

As Ding Hong ran, he muttered, "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Saving my life is the most important thing!"

Dugu Yan screamed at Li Wuduo in a shrill voice, her voice filled with fear: "Female Bodhisattva, if you dawdle any longer, we're both doomed! Use your lightness skill, our bone-shrinking technique can come in handy too!"

"A coward like you dare to talk about martial arts?" Shi Feiyang's roar was like a thunderclap, startling the two of them into freezing in place.

Li Wuduo's hands, painted with red nail polish, gripped the city wall tightly. The poisonous fog had scorched holes in her brightly colored skirt. Her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground, but she didn't even dare to cry out. She could only make whimpering sounds in her throat.

The Blood Lord's blood mist grew thinner and thinner, then suddenly transformed into crimson chains that coiled around Shi Feiyang's arms like venomous snakes. "Die!" he roared, his blood spurting out like a madman, the arrows of blood congealing in the air into grotesque skulls, emitting a nauseating stench.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and his icy blue true energy transformed into a roaring ice dragon, unleashing the ultimate killing move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together!" with overwhelming force!

The golden palm shadow struck out with earth-shattering force, and the blood mist collided with the icy air, bursting out with dazzling white light and deafening roar.

Amidst piercing screams, Blood Lord's body disintegrated inch by inch.

Shi Feiyang withdrew his palm and stood up, staring at the figures fleeing in panic in the distance. His eyes were as cold as frost, and he roared angrily, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness: "I will spare your dog lives for now! But if you dare to cause trouble again, I, Shi, will tear you to pieces to the ends of the earth!"

Golden light surged from his palm, and distant rocks exploded with a deafening roar, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The setting sun cast a blood-red outline on him, and his aura was as imposing as an abyss and a mountain, causing the world to pale in comparison.

However, with the help of the Blood Lord's vengeful spirit, Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and Li Wuduo had already escaped and disappeared without a trace.

Amidst the flying sand and swirling stones, the banners on the Feima Pass city tower fluttered in the wind.

Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" master of the Xiong Ying Society, raised his bandaged arms high, causing dust to fall from the city walls: "The Grand Master's 'Heaven and Earth Coexisting' palm strike truly possesses the power to split the heavens and earth!"

Beside him, Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," vigorously beat the cowhide war drum, the booming sound mingling with cheers, startling the crows on the withered trees in front of the pass.

Among the Seven Masters of Wudang, Yu Xuzi pointed his long sword straight to the sky, his Taoist robe billowing like a sail in the gale: "Hero Shi has used his righteous spirit to defeat all evil demons. Such a demeanor is truly a blessing to the martial arts world!" The six disciples behind him raised their arms at the same time, their Taoist chants resounding like a great bell, startling even the remaining poisonous fog outside the pass.

The fifteen Shaolin monks struck the ground in unison, the sound of their staffs striking out in perfect unison, like muffled thunder from the horizon: "Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent! Shi Tanyue has subdued demons and monsters; he should be a role model for the world!"

The Emei heroine Su Qinghan removed her blood-stained veil, and the Green Destiny sword reflected a cold light in the setting sun: "We were defeated the other day, but now, witnessing the divine might of Hero Shi, we know what a true hero is!"

With a light wave of her hand, the tip of her sword lifted a wisp of lingering mist, drawing a graceful arc in the twilight.

The beautiful young woman from Tianshan, Ling Lanzhi, looked into Shi Feiyang's eyes and her gaze gradually softened.

The cheers of the three thousand disciples of the Xiong Ying Society surged like a tidal wave.

The disciples in the front row, wielding shields, struck their iron shields with a thunderous roar, while the archers in the back row fired whistling arrows into the sky, the sound of arrows piercing the air mingling with shouts. "The Grand Master is mighty! The majestic cherry blossoms are raised high, invincible under heaven!"

The young disciples roared, their faces flushed, their eyes gleaming with fanatical worship. Their shouts, "May the majestic cherry blossoms soar high, invincible under heaven! Unify the martial world, for eternity!" reached the heavens, shaking the bronze wind chimes atop the city gate to jingle.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the pool of blood before the pass, his dark-colored outfit stained with blood, yet it only made him appear more heroic.

He clasped his hands in greeting to the heroes from all directions on the city wall. As his Mingyu Gong circulated, the icy blue true energy emanating from his body shone brightly against the backdrop of the evening glow.

Shi Ying held her son Shi Nian, beaming from ear to ear.

(End of this chapter)