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

Chapter 315. Ginkgo leaves and lingering snow reflect a Zen-like heart; a sharp sword and passionate blood serve the common people.

Later, back at the Five Poisons Sect headquarters, Lan Xiaodie solemnly declared, holding a sect decree inscribed with runes: "From this day forward, the Five Poisons Sect's mission is to help the world, save lives, and maintain peace in the martial world. Anyone who uses poison for evil will be expelled from the sect!"

Her gaze swept over the hundreds of believers below the stage. "Poison can save or harm people; the key lies in the heart of the user."

In late autumn, Shaolin Temple stands atop Mount Song, surrounded by ancient trees, its red walls and yellow tiles appearing even more majestic and magnificent under the autumn sun.

A gentle autumn breeze blows, and the ancient pines in the temple remain evergreen, yet a touch of desolation has been added. Fallen leaves flutter down, like the slow flow of the long river of history.

The surrounding mountains, painted in the colors of late autumn, are ablaze with vibrant hues: fiery red leaves, golden yellow leaves, and misty green leaves, weaving together a magnificent tapestry. In the distance, the mountains rise in layers, shrouded in mist, making the Shaolin Temple seem to float above the clouds, ethereal, tranquil, and solemn.

As night deepened, the darkness atop Mount Song became as thick as ink, and all was silent except for the gentle rustling of the pines.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the glazed tiles of Shaolin Temple, shimmering with a silvery glow, adding to its mystery and tranquility.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, used his unparalleled "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" lightness skill, his figure flashing like a ghost across the eaves of the Shaolin Temple, not a single leaf touching his clothes. The shocking conspiracy revealed in Lan Xiaodie's message carried by carrier pigeon weighed heavily on his mind. Tonight, he would sneak into the Sutra Repository to uncover the truth behind this undercurrent. Moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows within the Sutra Repository.

As soon as Shi Feiyang landed, he caught sight of two dark figures weaving between the book shelves. The two men were elusive, their weapons gleaming with an eerie light; they were none other than the infamous "Flower Destroyer Duo" of the martial arts world—the Bai brothers, Bai Baifeng and Bai Feifeng.

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you steal from Shaolin!" Shi Feiyang roared, his icy blue true energy surging around him, his black martial attire fluttering wildly. His angry shout was like a booming bell, causing the scriptures in the Sutra Repository to rustle.

Bai Renfeng suddenly turned around, a sinister glint in his eyes: "Shi Feiyang, mind your own business! This Yi Jin Jing should have been mine!" Before he finished speaking, three bone-piercing nails shot out like venomous snakes, their tips glowing with an eerie green light, heading straight for Shi Feiyang's face.

Shi Feiyang snorted contemptuously and activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" level.

In an instant, a layer of crystal-clear true energy shield condensed around him, exuding a chilling aura.

The bone-piercing nail struck the shield, producing a sharp cracking sound, and was shattered into powder, turning into wisps of blue smoke that dissipated into the air.

Upon seeing this, Bai Feifeng drew his longsword, the Netherworld runes engraved on the blade shimmering with an eerie light.

He unleashed his ancestral "Netherworld Sword Technique," the sword shadows looming like ghosts, each strike carrying a chilling, terrifying aura. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air itself was torn apart, and the books on the bookshelves were ripped open by the sword energy.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" with both palms, specifically the "Slaying the Mortal World" move.

In an instant, nine golden sword energies crisscrossed, like golden dragons emerging from the sea, fiercely clashing with the Netherworld Sword Shadow.

The blade energy clashed with the sword energy, unleashing a deafening roar, and dust billowed down from inside the scripture pavilion.

Bai Renfeng seized the opportunity, his longsword aimed straight for Shi Feiyang's throat, the strike cunning and ruthless. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body flipping up like a willow catkin. He cleaved with his palm, unleashing a golden blade of light that pierced the air like a golden rainbow.

Bai Renfeng hurriedly raised his knife to defend himself, but with a clang, his short knife was knocked away, blood gushing from his tiger's mouth. He was thrown backward and crashed into the book shelf, which collapsed with a crash, scattering the scriptures all over the ground.

"Speak! What is your relationship with Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan?" Shi Feiyang's body circulated with icy blue true energy as he pressed forward step by step, forcing the two brothers into a corner.

The temperature inside the library plummeted, as if one were in an ice cellar.

Bai Renfeng suddenly grinned maliciously, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth: "You think you can stop it? You'll all die at the martial arts tournament! That poison isn't as simple as the Bone-Piercing Nail; even a Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't save you from just a trace of it! Hahaha!"

His laughter was filled with madness and smugness, as if he could already see the tragic destruction of the major sects.

Shi Feiyang's eyes narrowed, his killing intent growing stronger. He slowly unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together!" In an instant, two enormous golden blade shadows, like the sun and moon in the sky, radiated a world-destroying pressure, slashing down towards the two brothers.

The air inside the scripture pavilion was distorted by the sword energy, emitting a piercing shriek.

The brothers Bai Renfeng and Bai Feifeng's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly raised their swords to defend themselves. However, faced with this earth-shattering blade energy, their longswords crumbled like thin paper. Amidst the splattering blood mist, the two brothers let out shrill screams.

Bai Feifeng's arm was severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the scriptures on the ground red; Bai Feifeng's chest was pierced by the sword energy, and he fell into a pool of blood, twitching a few times before suddenly disappearing into the ground.

Even while severely injured, Bai Renfeng used his superb lightness skill to drag his severed limbs and flee like a stray dog.

Just as Shi Feiyang was about to give chase, he heard hurried footsteps coming from afar.

He knew that the Shaolin monks would be arriving soon, and that the conspiracy of the martial arts tournament was imminent, so he had no choice but to suppress his murderous intent.

He stared in the direction where Bai Renfeng had disappeared, his eyes as cold as frost.

However, he had no time to spare; he had to inform the abbot of Shaolin and the leader of Wudang.

Just as Shi Feiyang's toes touched the window frame, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his head.

Bai Renfeng returned unexpectedly, now holding a poisoned soft whip with twelve iron caltrops wrapped around its tip, its sound like the cry of a night owl cutting through the air.

"Shi Feiyang, prepare to die!" Black blood seeped from the strip of cloth on Bai Renfeng's severed arm, but his eyes burned with a mad killing intent. His soft whip coiled like a serpent toward Shi Feiyang's back acupoint.

Shi Feiyang spun around, using the "Hidden Body and Name" movement technique, his black outfit leaving three afterimages in the moonlight. The soft whip grazed his shoulder, and the iron caltrops smashed a bowl-sized crater into the blue bricks, the flying pebbles emitting a ghostly green poisonous smoke.

He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, specifically the "Slaying the Mortal World" move, sending a powerful blade energy slashing towards Bai Renfeng's face. However, Bai Renfeng let out a strange laugh, and his soft whip suddenly transformed into countless whip shadows, each whip tip resembling a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

As Bai Renfeng lay dying, he managed to muster a last bit of inner energy and throw out the nine-section steel whip from his waist.

The steel whip has hidden mechanisms between its joints, which can suddenly spring out countless barbs, forming a net-like trap with the elder brother's soft whip.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank sharply, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent, condensing his icy blue true energy into a three-zhang-long cold shield around his body.

The double whips struck the shield, producing a metallic clang. Sparks flew everywhere, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the cold shield.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang touched the ground with his toes and soared into the sky like an eagle.

He flipped in mid-air and unleashed the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth Live Together" from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," with seven golden blade energies slashing down in the shape of the Big Dipper.

Bai Renfeng parried with his whip, which was instantly shredded into pieces. The iron caltrops were also sent flying back, three of them embedding themselves in his own shoulder.

He let out a miserable howl and spat out a mouthful of black blood, but with the force of the recoil, he shot like an arrow toward the skylight on the top floor of the library.

How could Shi Feiyang let him escape? With his wondrous lightness skill of "leaving without a trace," his robes billowed like sails, and in the blink of an eye, he had caught up with him in mid-air. He unleashed the "Severing the Sky" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, and a golden blade of light pierced through the night sky.

In despair, Bai Renfeng tore off his severed arm and pointed the wound at Shi Feiyang.

Black blood shot out like poisoned arrows, instantly filling the air with a nauseating, sweet-smelling stench.

Shi Feiyang waved his sleeve to form a shield, and his icy blue true energy froze all the poisonous blood.

Taking advantage of the moment when Bai Renfeng's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, he put his palms together and launched "Sun and Moon Shining Together". Two huge golden sword shadows, like yin and yang fish, twisted together in the air to form a vortex of sword energy.

Bai Renfeng let out an inhuman roar, and the half of the soft whip in his hand turned into a stream of light, but shattered inch by inch the moment it touched the sword energy.

Where the blade flashed, blood rained down. Bai Renfeng's body was shredded into several pieces, his severed limbs falling like meteors, splashing blood onto the stone steps of the Sutra Pavilion. When Shi Feiyang landed, his black martial attire was stained dark red, but his icy blue true energy still circulated around him, shaking off the poisonous blood that splattered on him. In the distance, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed; the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men Formation was ready for battle.

Shi Feiyang glanced at the devastated library and picked up a blood-stained scripture from the pool of blood.

Under the moonlight, he could see that next to the three characters "Yi Jin Jing" on the title page was the nine-finger mark of Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Shi Feiyang frowned. It seemed that Zhong Renwang's recent surge in skill was related to his infiltrating the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion to steal the "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

Upon receiving Shi Feiyang's urgent report, the leaders of the Shaolin and Wudang sects repeatedly thanked Shi Feiyang and held an emergency meeting overnight. They instructed the disciples of various martial arts sects involved in the preparations to set up numerous traps and mechanisms in every corner of the martial arts tournament, and to be on high alert.

The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree has long since lost its golden coat, with scattered remnants of snow clinging to its gnarled branches, trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Inside the meditation room behind the main hall, the air was filled with the warm scent of sandalwood. The centenarian Master Yuanchi, dressed in a crimson robe, sat cross-legged on a futon, his face kind and his eyes revealing a tranquility and wisdom born of a lifetime of experience.

As Shi Feiyang stepped into the meditation room and saw his master, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, and his eyes reddened slightly. He straightened his clothes and respectfully bowed deeply, "Master!" His voice was full of excitement and joy at the long-awaited reunion.

Master Yuanchi slowly opened his eyes. When he saw his beloved disciple, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. He gently raised his right hand, gesturing for Shi Feiyang to get up. "Feiyang, get up quickly."

The voice, though somewhat aged, remained steady and powerful. Shi Feiyang stood up, walked to his master's side, and carefully examined his master's face. Seeing the new wrinkles at the corners of his master's eyes, his heart was filled with heartache.

Master Yuanchi looked Shi Feiyang up and down, noticing that his posture had become even more upright, his eyes even more resolute, and his every move exuding a sense of composure and grandeur. He was very pleased. "Feiyang," he said, "I am very pleased to hear of what you have accomplished these past few days. Subduing the Five Poisons Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect, and relieving the people of the Northwest from the salt shortage, such merits are truly immeasurable!" With that, he put his hands together and uttered "Amitabha."

Shi Feiyang bowed slightly, his expression humble. "Master, you flatter me. I have only done what I can to help the people. I know that the nation and the world are interconnected; one's prosperity is the prosperity of all, and one's loss is the loss of all. The salt shortage in the Northwest has caused immense suffering to the people, who are starving and lack clothing. I could not bear to see such misery, which is why I stepped in to help. Everything I have done is for the sake of bringing more peace and less suffering to the world." His words were filled with compassion and a sense of responsibility for the common people.

Master Yuanchi nodded gently, his eyes full of admiration. "Well said, well said! Feiyang, you have your country and people in your heart, and you have the common people in your eyes. This is the great path that I have always hoped you could comprehend."

He paused, gazing out the window. In the distance, Mount Song, covered in snow, resembled a silver dragon, winding and coiling. "This martial world is filled with endless strife, grudges, and affections, a tangled mess that cannot be untangled. But for those in the martial world, if they only think of their own selfish interests and strive for fame and fortune, they have gone astray. Only by having the world in their hearts can they truly understand the essence of martial arts and become true heroes."

Shi Feiyang listened attentively, keeping his master's words firmly in mind. "Master, I have always remembered your teachings. When I first entered your tutelage, I was ignorant and naive. It was you who patiently guided me, not only teaching me martial arts but also the principles of being a good person. I know that as a member of the martial arts world, one must not only be highly skilled but also have the world in one's heart. Along this journey, I have encountered countless hardships and dangers and faced many temptations, but I have always kept your words in mind and dared not slacken in the slightest. I will certainly continue to work hard, to live up to your expectations and to the expectations of all people."

Master Yuanchi reached out and gently patted Shi Feiyang's shoulder. "Good, good! Feiyang, you have the Way in your heart and light in your eyes. I believe that you will definitely be able to walk your own path and bring more blessings to all living beings in this world."

He sighed softly, a hint of emotion in his eyes, "Although I am already a hundred years old and my days in this world are numbered, seeing you grow up so much fills my heart with hope. This world ultimately belongs to you young people."

Shi Feiyang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Master, you will surely enjoy good health and live a long life. I have so much to say to you, and so many things to ask you. I also need your guidance in this world."

Master Yuanchi smiled and shook his head. “Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural course of life, there’s no need to worry about them. As long as you can uphold justice, have compassion in your heart, and walk a bright path in this world, I will be content.”

He paused, then took out a yellowed scripture from the wooden box beside him and handed it to Shi Feiyang. "This is the Yi Jin Jing, passed down by Bodhidharma. It contains the ultimate truth of martial arts and also contains many philosophies of life. Take it and study it carefully; it may be of some help to you."

Shi Feiyang accepted the scripture with both hands, holding it carefully in his hands. "Thank you, Master! I will definitely study it diligently and live up to your expectations."

Inside the meditation room, the master and disciple looked at each other and smiled. At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The cold wind still howled outside the window, but the meditation room was filled with warmth and hope. Amidst the turmoil of the martial world, this bond between master and disciple, this sense of national responsibility, served as a guiding light, illuminating Shi Feiyang's path forward.

In early winter, Shaolin Qianzhangping is covered with a thin layer of silvery frost and snow.

A gentle breeze blows, and the withered yellow leaves sway softly on the branches. Occasionally, a few leaves drift down with the wind, like golden butterflies dancing in the air.

The distant mountains are faintly visible in the thin mist, like a delicate ink painting.

The grass on the turf has lost its summer greenness, turning withered and desolate, but it still exudes a faint grassy fragrance.

Occasionally, a few wild animals wander among them, adding a touch of life to this quiet plain.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting golden rays upon the glazed tiles of the ancient Shaolin Temple.

The ancient temple bell tolls melodiously and deeply, seemingly able to pierce through the fog of the soul, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.

On the day of the martial arts tournament, Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan thought their scheme had succeeded and secretly put poison into the tea.

However, just as they were about to take action, they were surrounded by experts from various factions who had been lying in ambush.

"Zhong Renwang, your conspiracy has been exposed, why don't you surrender!" Shi Feiyang's voice resounded throughout the entire area, his icy blue true energy and golden sword light complementing each other, as if a war god had descended.

Zhong Renwang's roar shook the ancient pines of Mount Song, causing snow to fall in a flurry. As his palms flew, the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" transformed into eighteen hidden forces, each palm wind carrying the power of a tiger descending the mountain.

Dugu Yan's longsword trembled slightly, the blade of the Autumn Water Sword emitting a cold light. The "Eight Styles of Famous Swords" and the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique" were perfectly integrated, and the sword shadows transformed into a sky full of cold stars, targeting the major acupoints of martial artists.

In an instant, screams echoed throughout Qianzhangping, and dozens of bodies flew out like tattered rags, the sound of bones shattering rising and falling, blood splattering on the white snow like blooming red plum blossoms.

The north wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept in. Zhong Renwang threw his head back and laughed maniacally, shaking the snow into a flurry of fluff.

He slowly extended his palms, and the faint image of a blue lotus appeared and disappeared in the center of his palms. It was the Heavenly Lotus Sect's supreme martial art, "Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring".

The illusory image of the azure lotus changed shape constantly as his inner energy flowed, sometimes transforming into a sturdy shield, sometimes condensing into a sharp spear, displaying exquisite skill in both offense and defense. "Shi Feiyang, do you really think this little Big Dipper Formation can trap me? Today I'll show you what the number one divine skill in the world is!" With that, his figure flashed like a ghost, instantly breaking through the formation's defenses. Wherever his palm wind passed, the air emitted a piercing explosion, actually carving two trenches half a foot deep into the ground.

Upon seeing this, Master Xuanqingzi of the Quanzhen Sect flicked his whisk, which moved like a snake emerging from its hole, and unleashed the "Gale Sweeping Leaves" technique from the Quanzhen Swordplay.

This move, though seemingly gentle, actually contains seventy-two variations, with the tip of the whisk aimed directly at Zhong Renwang's vital organs such as his eyes and throat.

Zhong Renwang did not dodge or evade, but instead curled his lips into a sinister smile. The illusory image of a green lotus in his palm suddenly bloomed, and an incomparably powerful wave of energy surged out.

As soon as Master Xuanqingzi's whisk touched the air current, he felt a tremendous force coming from it, his wrist went numb instantly, and the whisk flew out of his hand.

He was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, tumbling three times in the air, spitting out blood, and leaving a long trail of blood on the snow when he landed.

Master Jingxu of the Emei Sect raised her eyebrows and waved her jade hand lightly. The Heaven-Breaking Sword transformed into a cold light as she unleashed the "Golden Peak Buddha Light" from the Emei Sword Technique. This move was the Emei Sect's signature technique, its sword energy like a rainbow, its light dazzling, aimed directly at Zhong Renwang's crown.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, his palms crossing over each other. The phantom of a blue lotus spun rapidly, forming a shimmering blue shield in the air. The Heaven-Piercing Sword struck the shield, sparks flying and a series of crisp clanging sounds. Abbess Jingxu felt her hands go numb, and the Heaven-Piercing Sword nearly slipped from her grasp. Before she could retract her attack, Zhong Renwang pounced forward like a wolf, his palms striking out, the shadows transforming into countless blue lotuses that blanketed the sky.

In her haste, Abbess Jingxu used the "Snowflakes Piercing Clouds Step" to dodge, her figure floating lightly in the air like willow catkins.

However, Zhong Renwang's palm strike was too powerful. Although she managed to avoid the direct attack, she was still struck on the shoulder by the palm strike. With a crisp "crack", her shoulder blade shattered on the spot.

Master Jingxu screamed in agony as the Heaven-Breaking Sword clattered to the ground, and she collapsed to the ground, her clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

When Hong Tang, an elder of the Beggars' Sect, witnessed that the sect leader Zhong Renwang was actually a peerless villain who had brought shame to the Beggars' Sect, he was filled with rage. He wielded his Dog-Beating Stick with great force and unleashed the "No Dogs Under Heaven" move from the Beggars' Sect's ultimate technique, the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique".

The shadows of the sticks were heavy, like dark clouds covering the sky, enveloping Zhong Renwang.

However, Zhong Renwang showed no fear and shouted, "Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring" was activated at full power, and the illusory image of a blue lotus around him shone brightly.

He swung his palms repeatedly, unleashing a torrent of energy that clashed violently with the shadow of the Dog-Beating Stick.

With a deafening roar, a shockwave erupted, shattering Hong Tang's dog-beating stick. The powerful force of the impact displaced his internal organs, causing him to cough up blood and collapse in a pool of it. Master Songhe of the Wudang Sect waved his whisk, aiming it at Zhong Renwang.

The whisk transformed into a silver rainbow, carrying a sharp gust of wind that struck Zhong Renwang directly in the face.

Zhong Renwang snorted contemptuously, sidestepped, and easily dodged the attack. He grabbed the silk thread of the whisk tightly in his hand and pulled hard. Master Songhe felt a tremendous force and staggered forward a few steps.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhong Renwang threw a punch, the wind howling as it came towards Master Songhe like a storm.

Master Songhe hurriedly waved his whisk to defend himself, but most of the whisk's threads had already been torn off by Zhong Renwang, greatly reducing its power.

He had no choice but to use all his strength to wrap the remaining silk threads around his fist and exchange a punch with Zhong Renwang head-on.

With a loud bang, both men staggered back several steps. Master Songhe felt his blood surging, his chest as if struck by a heavy hammer, and his face instantly turned deathly pale. Zhong Renwang, though also breathing erratically, had a sinister smile flash in his eyes, clearly not suffering serious injuries.

The Seven Masters of Wudang stood with their feet aligned with the Big Dipper, their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind—Yu Xuzi held his sword and pointed it to the sky, Yu Yangzi and Yu Jingzi guarded the two wings, while Yu Hengzi, Yu Shuzi, Yu Fangzi, and Yu Chenzi formed a sword formation, and the seven long swords were drawn at the same time, their cold light like a cascading Milky Way.

"True Martial Seven Cuts, Slay Evil!" Yu Xuzi's voice boomed like a bell, and the sword techniques of the seven men suddenly changed.

The Wudang Soul-Chasing Sword Technique's "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon" and "Heavenly Gang Breaking Demons" moves are executed in succession, and amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the severed limbs of the poisonous corpse fly everywhere.

With a light flick of her wrist, the Emei heroine Su Qinghan unleashed a "golden summit Buddha light" with her Qingming sword.

Zhong Renwang sneered, "A bunch of rabble!" and then swung his hand forward.

The palm strike was like a knife, cutting through the air and carrying a chilling aura as it approached Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan moved with a light and graceful gait, swaying like a willow catkin in the wind, easily avoiding Zhong Renwang's attacks.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes and retreated rapidly, while the Azure Sword drew a dazzling sword light in the air, aiming straight for Zhong Renwang's vitals.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, forcefully taking Su Qinghan's sword strike.

The sword and palm clashed, the sound of metal striking metal was deafening, and both of them swayed slightly.

The sword formation of the Seven Masters of Wudang had arrived at this moment. The seven long swords were like seven dragons emerging from the sea, rushing towards Zhong Renwang with a whistling sword wind.

Zhong Renwang retreated rapidly, attempting to avoid the fierce sword formation.

However, the swordsmanship of the Seven Masters of Wudang was extremely exquisite. Once their sword formation was complete, it was like an impenetrable wall of copper and iron.

Zhong Renwang dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding wave after wave of attacks, but he was already injured in several places.

He roared, his inner energy surging like a tidal wave, his body suddenly expanding, and he forcefully broke through the sword formation's restraints.

But the instant he broke free of the sword formation, a jade-like hand silently approached his back.

That was Su Qinghan, the heroine of Emei. She took advantage of Zhong Renwang's distraction and quietly launched a fatal attack.

Zhong Renwang's eyes widened, and his aura surged like waves. He had clearly used the Heavenly Lotus Sect's strongest martial art, "Heavenly Lotus Returns to the Heart." A vast amount of true energy burst forth from his body and instantly condensed into a dazzling lotus flower, which floated above his head.

The lotus flower slowly rotates, each petal seemingly containing boundless power.

With a roar, Zhong Renwang caused the lotus flower to explode, transforming into countless sharp blades of energy that swept towards the Seven Masters of Wudang like a storm. The Seven Masters' expressions changed drastically. Although they had formed a sword formation, they still felt an unprecedented pressure facing the overwhelming barrage of energy blades. The longswords within the formation flashed, their light weaving like a tapestry, attempting to withstand the fierce onslaught.

However, the power of "Heavenly Lotus Returns to the Heart" is extraordinary.

The air blades collided with the sword light, producing a deafening roar, and the sword formation was actually torn open.

The seven disciples of Wudang swayed, each injured, with two of them coughing up blood, clearly seriously wounded.

Upon seeing this, Su Qinghan was greatly alarmed. If he did not stop it in time, the Seven Masters of Wudang might be in mortal danger.

So she gritted her teeth and swung the Green Nether Sword again, its light flashing like lightning, aiming straight for Zhong Renwang's back.

Zhong Renwang, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, skillfully shifting his body to the side and easily avoiding Su Qinghan's attack.

At the same time, he seized the opportunity to counterattack, striking out with a palm that was as sharp as a knife, carrying a chilling aura, aimed directly at Su Qinghan's face.

Su Qinghan retreated hastily, but Zhong Renwang's palm strikes followed closely.

Left with no other choice, she had to swing her sword to defend herself.

As their swords clashed, a tremendous force struck, causing Su Qinghan to feel her blood and qi surge. Her body was involuntarily sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Zhong Renwang launched a swift attack, his figure flashing as he appeared beside Su Qinghan in an instant.

He unleashed a palm strike without mercy, the wind whistling as it aimed directly at Su Qinghan's vital points.

Su Qinghan barely mustered her last bit of strength and swung her sword to block.

However, the power of this palm strike was simply too great. Su Qinghan's sword was knocked away, and she herself was severely injured, spitting out blood and turning as pale as paper. Zhong Renwang coldly stared at Su Qinghan and the Seven Masters of Wudang lying on the ground, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Upon seeing this, the leaders of dozens of martial arts sects participating in the martial arts tournament drew their swords, axes, halberds, and hooks and rushed towards Zhong Renwang.

Zhong Renwang, however, remained calm and composed, his movements like a ghost weaving through the crowd. Each strike was precise and ruthless, and in the blink of an eye, several sect leaders fell to his palms. The remaining sect leaders were terrified, but for the sake of face and sect honor, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue attacking Zhong Renwang. The battle was exceptionally fierce, with flashing blades and splattering blood everywhere.

Although Zhong Renwang was highly skilled in martial arts, he gradually felt overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.

He knew in his heart that if this dragged on, he would eventually be at a disadvantage.

So he shouted loudly, and his palm strikes surged like a tide, forcing the sect leaders who were attacking him back a few steps.

Then, he sprang up like lightning, heading straight for Su Qinghan and the Seven Masters of Wudang.

He planned to deal with these two major threats first, and then focus on dealing with other enemies.

Master Jingxian of the Hengshan Sect wielded the Hun Tian Sword with agile swordsmanship, the sword shadows like white lotus blossoms, aiming straight for Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan sneered as the broken Autumn Water Sword clashed with the Hun Tian Sword, sparks flying everywhere.

He combined the "Eight Styles of Famous Swords" with the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," making his sword moves unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes righteous, sometimes evil, making them impossible to defend against.

Master Jingxian frowned and used the Hengshan "Snowflake Sword Technique". The sword light flashed like snowflakes, trying to suppress Dugu Yan's offensive.

Xie Tianfeng, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, formed his hands into claws and unleashed the "Dragon Claw Hand," his claw shadows filling the sky as he reached out to grab Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan swiftly turned, her sword taking an unorthodox approach, its energy like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed straight for Xie Tianfeng's throat.

Xie Tianfeng dodged to the side, his claws transforming into palms as he unleashed the "Kunlun Palm," its fierce wind colliding with Dugu Yan's sword energy.

In this thrilling duel, Dugu Yan, the notorious eunuch in the martial arts world, displayed his amazing martial arts skills and tenacious fighting spirit against Master Jingxian of the Hengshan Sect and Xie Tianfeng of the Kunlun Sect.

Dugu Yan snorted coldly: "So what if I die? I'll drag a few self-proclaimed leaders of righteous sects down with me!"

Master Jingxian moved with the grace of a fairy descending to earth. The Hun Tian Sword danced in her hands, her swordsmanship light and elegant, each move embodying the essence of Hengshan swordsmanship. The sword shadows bloomed like white lotuses, heading straight for Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan was not afraid at all. The broken Autumn Water Sword and the Hun Tian Sword clashed in his hands, producing a crisp metallic sound and sparks flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, Abbess Jingxian frowned and unleashed the Hengshan School's signature technique, "Floating Snow Swordplay."

As the sword light flashed, it was like snowflakes falling, each blade of light containing a chilling aura, attempting to suppress Dugu Yan's offensive.

However, Dugu Yan moved like a ghost, her figure turning swiftly, her swordsmanship taking an unorthodox approach. Each swing of her sword perfectly avoided Master Jingxu's attacks, and she seized the opportunity to counterattack.

Just then, Dugu Yan flashed away, skillfully dodging Xie Tianfeng's attack. At the same time, her sword energy, like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed straight for Xie Tianfeng's throat. Xie Tianfeng dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.

Every clash between them was terrifying, and every attack was enough to decide life and death.

Suddenly, Abbess Jingxian was accidentally cut by the sword energy.

Blood instantly stained her sleeves, but her eyes remained firm, and she did not back down.

She took a deep breath, and the Hun Tian Sword in her hand shone even brighter. Her swordsmanship became even more ferocious, and every move was aimed directly at Dugu Yan's vital points.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan's lips curled into a cold smile. He spun around again, like a cunning fox, skillfully dodging Master Jingxian's attacks. Xie Tianfeng, seeing this, felt secretly anxious.

Dugu Yan's cunning and ruthlessness were not something an ordinary person could withstand. Therefore, Xie Tianfeng unleashed both palms simultaneously, employing the Kunlun Sect's ultimate technique, the "Six Yang Palms." The palm wind howled, like the blazing sun, intensely hot, directly approaching Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan flashed and skillfully dodged Xie Tianfeng's attack once again. He took a deep breath, his inner energy surging. The Autumn Water Sword in his hand emitted a crisp sword sound. His figure was like a ghost, instantly closing in on Abbess Jingxian. His swordsmanship was unpredictable. He used the move "Moon Shadow Slanting" and the sword light flashed like the brightest star in the night sky, yet it also carried an elusive shadow.

Master Jingxian was shocked and hurriedly used the "Xianghe Cotton Palm" of the Hengshan School to meet the attack. Her palm wind was as soft as cotton, yet firm, in an attempt to neutralize Dugu Yan's offensive. However, Dugu Yan's swordsmanship was too strange. The tip of her sword drew a strange arc in the air and cut into Master Jingxian from an unexpected angle. With a "swoosh," Master Jingxian's sleeve was torn, and a bloody mark appeared on her arm.

Master Jingxian's face turned pale, and she staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground, her clothes stained with blood.

At this moment, Xie Tianfeng launched another attack, his Six Yang Palms becoming even more powerful, like six blazing suns shining simultaneously, attempting to engulf Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan remained calm and composed. He flashed again, disappearing into the air to avoid Xie Tianfeng's palm strike. At the same time, he gripped his sword and unleashed the "Flowing Clouds Cutting Water" technique. The sword light flowed continuously like water and changed unpredictably like flowing clouds, aiming directly at Xie Tianfeng's vitals.

Xie Tianfeng was shocked and hurriedly used all his strength to protect himself with the "Kunlun Divine Shield" in an attempt to withstand Dugu Yan's fatal blow.

However, Dugu Yan's swordsmanship was too exquisite. With a light touch of her sword tip on the "Kunlun Divine Shield," she used the force against him, unleashing a move called "Returning Wind Swaying Willow." The sword light was like a gentle spring breeze, tender yet deadly. Xie Tianfeng felt an irresistible force coming at him, and his body involuntarily retreated several steps. His chest heaved with blood and qi, clearly indicating that he was also injured.

Li Mingyuan, a successor of the "Qi Sect" of the Huashan School, and Zhang Qingyuan, a successor of the "Sword Sect," joined forces to unleash the long-lost "Two Elements Sword Technique" of the Huashan School. One yin and one yang, one hard and one soft, the sword light intertwined into a net, trapping Dugu Yan in the center.

Dugu Yan remained calm, her swordsmanship becoming increasingly ruthless. She unleashed a series of unpredictable moves from the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, eventually tearing a gap in the net of sword light.

By this time, most of the sect leaders who had besieged Zhong Renwang were dead or wounded. On Qianzhangping, blood flowed like streams, staining the ground dark red. Corpses were piled up haphazardly, like small mountains, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

The cold wind howled past, stirring up patches of blood; even the wind seemed to mourn the fierce battle.

A heavy stench of blood permeated the surroundings, sending chills down one's spine, and even the sky seemed to be tinged with a gloomy hue.

Although Zhong Renwang had also suffered some minor injuries, he remained standing thanks to the immense power of the "Heavenly Heart Lotus Ring," radiating a chilling aura. He surveyed the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with madness and triumph, "Who else? Who dares to fight me now!"

Abbot Xuanku of Shaolin Temple clasped his hands together, chanted "Amitabha," and unleashed one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts, the "Great Vajra Palm," with unparalleled force, striking fiercely towards Zhong Renwang.

Zhong Renwang's lips curled into a cold smile. The illusory image of the green lotus in his palm rapidly contracted, and then suddenly exploded.

The two powerful forces collided, creating a strong wind that sent sand and stones flying.

Master Xuanku felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a giant hammer. His blood surged, and the powerful recoil forced him to retreat repeatedly. With each step he took, a deep footprint was left on the ground.

Finally, he could no longer hold on, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, a clear, cold voice came from afar, "Zhong Renwang, stop being so arrogant! Today I will bring you to justice!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in white holding a long sword, her figure graceful, like a fairy descending to earth. She was none other than Leng Ruoshuang, the new head of the Huashan Sect.

(End of this chapter)