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

Southeast coast.

A fishy wind carrying the salty seawater crashed onto the Ningbo coast, and the black sails of the three-masted ghost ship looked like giant bat wings in the twilight.

Hattori Onizo stood at the bow of the ship, clad in a mysterious armor made of dragon scales. The mermaid leather armor gleamed with a ghostly blue light, and the belt made of thirteen skulls creaked in the sea breeze. He gazed at the assembled warriors of Osaka on the beach, a chilling smile playing on his lips: "Central Plains warriors, do you think you're worthy to be enemies with the mermaid-armored warriors of my Great Fusang?"

Shi Feiyang's dark-colored martial arts attire fluttered in the wind, and with the support of four layers of power—Mingyu Gong, Xu Fu's Immortal Pill, top-grade bloodline, and Kunhua Wenxin Jue—a faint golden light emanated from his palms.

Behind him, Liao Pei's Tongbi gauntlets gleamed with a dark light, Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade was wrapped in strips of cloth soaked in medicine, Xiang Kun's iron flute was held horizontally in front of his chest, and Xie Wen held his Flying Eagle Dart between his fingers. The five of them spread out in a plum blossom formation.

The twilight, as red as blood, dyed the East China Sea crimson.

A three-masted Japanese ship cut through the waves, its bow lanterns swaying in the wind and casting eerie shadows.

Hattori Onizo stood at the bow of the ship, clad in a mysterious shark-scale armor that gleamed with a ghostly blue light. The belt of thirteen skulls around his waist clanged against the sea breeze, producing a sickening sound. He gazed at the assembled warriors of Yuzakura on the deck, a chilling smile playing on his lips: "Central Plains warriors, do you think you're worthy to fight against the shark-armored warriors of Great Fusang?"

Shi Feiyang's dark, tight-fitting clothes fluttered in the wind, and a faint golden light emanated from his palm.

As he circulated the Mingyu Gong, his skin shone with a glass-like luster, making him look like a war god reborn from the ashes.

"The Japanese pirates have invaded our territory! This is an outrage against Heaven!" His voice boomed like a bell, causing ripples to spread across the sea. "Today, I will show you the sharpness of Central Plains martial arts!" Before he finished speaking, twenty Japanese pirates, standing on specially made floating boards, rushed forward on the waves.

The Japanese swords danced like snowflakes in the twilight, the deadly poison on their blades gleaming with an eerie green light.

Liao Pei's eyes widened, and with a roar, he unleashed his Tongbei Fist. His body leaped like a monkey, unleashing the "Tongbei Mountain Split," a powerful and ferocious punch. Where the force of his fist struck, three Japanese pirates were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the rocks. The sound of bones shattering mingled with the crashing waves, sending chills down one's spine. Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade slashed out a crescent moon of blood—the "Qiankun Sun and Moon Slash."

The glint of swords and the crimson sunset mingled, and as the blades passed, the broken swords and limbs of the Japanese pirates fell into the sea, turning the water even more scarlet.

The limbs and blood floating on the sea surface painted a gruesome picture of carnage in the twilight.

Seeing this, Hattori Onizo let out a beast-like growl and leaped into the fray.

The shark-scale dagger in his hand grazed past Shi Feiyang's ear, leaving a charred mark in the air and filling the air with a pungent smell of sulfur.

"You Japanese pirate, your armor belongs to me today!" Shi Feiyang's palm shone brightly with golden light as he used his palm as a blade to unleash the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" technique from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique. The palm wind howled like the blazing sun, but the shark scale armor rippled like water, completely deflecting the force of the palm.

"A mere trick!" Hattori Kizo chuckled, and countless sharp spikes suddenly sprouted from the surface of his shark armor. Xiang Kun placed the iron flute to his lips and played the "Iron Flute Acupoint Sound." The flute sound transformed into invisible sound waves, directly targeting the opponent's vital points.

However, Hattori Onizo seemed oblivious, and with a backhand slash, the black mist swirling around the blade condensed into the shape of a demon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Xiang Kun.

Xie Wen's eyes narrowed, and he released the Flying Eagle Dart, its cold light flashing as it aimed straight for Hattori Onizo's face.

However, just three inches away, the dart was pulled off course by the sudden vortex suction generated by the shark armor, and it crashed into the sea with a clang.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison".

In an instant, white mist rose around him, and his skin became crystal clear, like white ice shrouded in cold mist.

He clapped his hands together, and the Hundred Victories Blade Technique merged with the icy chill of the Ice Soul, forming a blade aura that was interwoven with gold and white.

"Take this!" Amidst the flurry of palm strikes, the air crackled with a sound like shattering glass. Hattori Kizo's expression finally changed, and the blue light on the surface of his shark armor flickered wildly.

He still stubbornly swung his sword to defend himself, but was forced back three steps by the force of the sword's energy, leaving three deep gashes on the deck. Black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still held resentment: "You Central Plains brat, don't be so smug!" With that, he muttered incantations, and the shark armor suddenly spewed out foul-smelling black water, corroding the deck with a hissing sound.

Seeing this, Liao Pei roared and unleashed a barrage of Tongbei Fists at Hattori Onizō. Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade, Xiang Kun's Iron Flute, and Xie Wen's Flying Eagle Darts also attacked from different directions. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and unleashed his full power in the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Slaying the Mortal World".

The golden and white sword energy, like a raging sea, hurtled straight towards Hattori Onizo.

Hattori Onizo wielded his Shark Scale Short Blade with all his might, attempting to defend himself.

But under Shi Feiyang's powerful offensive, cracks gradually appeared in his shark armor, and blood seeped from the gaps. Shi Feiyang struck out with both palms, the icy force of his palms hitting his chest directly. In an instant, ice crystals formed on Hattori Kizo's limbs, and his entire body turned into an ice sculpture.

With a crisp sound, his body shattered into countless ice shards, dissipating into the blood-soaked East China Sea.

After the battle, the bodies of Japanese pirates floated on the sea, and blood stained a large area of ​​the sea red.

Shi Feiyang stared at the Japanese ship that was gradually sinking into the sea, his eyes as firm as iron.

He knew that this was only the beginning of the fight against the Japanese pirates, and that even greater challenges awaited him and the heroes of Xiong Ying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liao Pei closed in and rained down Tongbei Fist strikes on the gaps in the shark armor.

Hattori Nizo roared, and the shark armor suddenly spewed out foul-smelling black water, which corroded the ground with a sizzling sound.

Lie Quan wielded the Qiankun Blade swiftly, unleashing the "Qiankun Barrier," whose blade light blocked all the black water.

Xie Wen then circled around to the enemy's rear, using his eagle darts to target the joints of their armor, but a clanging sound was heard, as if striking fine steel.

"Realgar Fire!" Shi Feiyang suddenly shouted.

Xiang Kun threw out three bamboo arrows coated with medicinal powder, and Liao Peitong's fist brought a strong wind, igniting the arrowheads.

Three rockets shot towards Hattori Nizo like meteors. The shark armor, upon encountering the fire, emitted a shrill cry and writhed as if it were alive.

"No!" the Japanese pirate leader screamed as the surface of his shark armor began to melt, revealing skin covered in scaly wounds.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang pressed forward, unleashing his full power of the Mingyu Gong, making his skin almost transparent. He placed his palms on Hattori Nizo's shoulders, and the chilling aura traveled straight through his meridians to his heart: "Japanese pirates, prepare to die!" In an instant, ice crystals formed on the Japanese pirate leader's limbs.

Hattori Nizo's eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and his whole body turned into an ice sculpture, shattering into thousands of ice shards with a "crash".

Seeing their leader die a gruesome death, the remaining Japanese pirates were thrown into chaos. The heroes of Xiong Ying pressed their advantage, with Liao Pei's Tongbei Fist, Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade, Xiang Kun's Iron Flute, Xie Wen's Flying Eagle Dart, and Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victories Blade Technique working together to rout the Japanese pirates and force them to flee in disarray.

Under the blood-red setting sun, the waves carried away the corpses, leaving only the shattered shark scales and armor, gleaming dimly on the beach, telling the story of this brutal battle's end. Above the East China Sea, dark clouds surged like ink, and waves crashed against the hull of the modified Fujian-style ship, creating a deafening roar.

Shi Feiyang, clad in a dark, tight-fitting outfit, stood at the bow of the ship. As he circulated his Mingyu Gong (a martial arts technique), his skin glowed with a warm, jade-like luster, making him appear like a war god descended to earth. Behind him, Liao Pei clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, the veins bulging like gnarled old tree roots; Lie Quan held his Qiankun Blade horizontally in front of his chest, the blade reflecting the gloomy sky; Xiang Kun lightly stroked his iron flute, and even before the music began, a chilling aura permeated the air; Xie Wen's eyes were like an eagle's, his Flying Eagle Dart already gripped between his fingers, ready to strike at any moment.

"Look! The pirate ships of the Japanese!" Liao Pei suddenly shouted, his voice booming, his thick arm pointing into the distance.

Three Japanese pirate warships were seen cutting through the waves, their skull and crossbones flags fluttering in the wind, and the demon-face decorations on their bows seemed to be grinning maliciously.

Hattori Sanzang stood on the main deck of the ship, his dragon-scale armor gleaming with a ghostly blue light, and the shark-scale short blade in his hand flashing with a chilling glint.

"Activate the Fire Dragon Water Cannon!" Shi Feiyang gave the order, and the "Fire Dragon Water Cannon," meticulously designed by Wu Zhong, slowly rose from the bow of the ship.

This firearm has a unique design, with a cannon body shaped like a dragon, its mouth wide open, and filled with specially made gunpowder and iron bullets.

With the command to ignite, a deafening roar erupted as several "fire dragons" burst forth from the water, leaving long trails of flame as they hurtled towards the Japanese pirate warships.

"A mere trick!" Hattori Sanzang sneered, brandishing his short blade, and the Japanese pirate warships immediately spewed out bursts of black mist.

In an instant, the sea was shrouded in thick fog, and visibility plummeted.

Shi Feiyang frowned, channeling his Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent, a thin layer of white mist rising around him in an attempt to dispel the eerie sea fog. "Everyone be careful, there's definitely something fishy about this fog!" he shouted a warning.

Before he finished speaking, three dark figures burst out of the mist; they were none other than the "Three Hidden Demons of the Mist," elite members of the Japanese pirate gang.

They stood on specially made floating platforms, wielded Japanese swords, and moved as elusively as ghosts.

Liao Pei's eyes widened, his tiger-like gaze blazing with murderous intent. He roared, "Well done!" His body shot out like an arrow, his arm bones cracking like popping beans, and he instantly unleashed the Tongbei Fist.

The first to strike was the "Ghost Face," who swung his sword, the blade carrying a stench.

Liao Pei advanced instead of retreating, his left arm darting out like a serpent, using the "Piercing Arm to Probe the Clouds" technique to deflect the Japanese sword. His right fist, carrying immense force, struck the opponent's chest. With a muffled "bang," "Ghost Face" flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood.

Seeing this, "Ghost Claw" screeched and attacked from the side, its ten fingers adorned with poisoned steel claws that gleamed with an eerie green light.

Liao Pei dodged to the side, bent his knees slightly, and suddenly leaped into the air, spinning in mid-air to unleash the "Tongbi Whirlwind Kick," sweeping towards "Ghost Claw" like a black lightning bolt. "Ghost Claw" hastily raised his arm to block, but with a "crack," his arm broke on the spot, and he was kicked into the sea, splashing up a large amount of blood. The last one, "Ghost Fang," was the most cunning. He was hidden in the mist and suddenly shot out several bone-piercing nails.

Liao Pei snorted angrily, his arms moving rapidly as he unleashed the "Through-Arm Iron Fan," his fists whistling like a fan, shaking off all the bone-piercing nails.

He then strode forward, each step feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, the ground trembling slightly beneath his feet.

As Liao Pei approached "Ghost Fang," he unleashed a powerful palm strike, "Through-Arm Mountain Splitting," the force of which cleaved mountains and shattered rocks, striking "Ghost Fang" squarely. "Ghost Fang's" body was instantly pierced by the palm force, sent flying backward, crashing into the ship's side, collapsing to the ground, and dying instantly.

However, the Japanese pirates continued to emerge from the sea fog, as if they were hiding an endless force in the darkness.

Liao Pei wiped the blood from his face, panting heavily, but his eyes showed no fear as he roared, "One comes, I kill one! Two come, I wipe out two!" His voice echoed across the sea, filled with fearless heroism.

Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade drew dazzling arcs of light, and his sword techniques, such as "Qiankun Sun and Moon Slash" and "Heaven and Earth Revolving," were unpredictable. Wherever the blade light touched, the broken swords and limbs of the Japanese pirates fell into the sea.

Seeing this, Xiang Kun placed the iron flute to his lips and played "Iron Flute Sword Wave". The flute sound was like a sharp sword, turning into sound waves that attacked the Japanese pirates. Many of the pirates covered their ears in pain, and blood flowed from their seven orifices.

Xie Wen moved like a ghost along the ship's side, his eagle darts flying out of his hand, aiming specifically for the Japanese pirates' throats and eyes.

His movements were elusive and unpredictable, and whenever the Japanese pirates tried to surround him, he would skillfully evade them and deliver a fatal blow. However, Hattori Onizo remained hidden in the fog, waiting for his chance to strike.

Suddenly, a cold glint shot out from the mist, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's face.

Shi Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison," making his skin almost transparent and his body exuding a chilling aura.

He used his palm as a blade, unleashing a move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique called "Severing the Edge of Heaven," his palm whistling and carrying an overwhelming momentum to meet the attack.

The two forces collided, producing a deafening roar, and the shockwaves whipped up towering waves several meters high in the surrounding sea.

Hattori Sanzang emerged from the mist, his shark armor rippling as it collided with Shi Feiyang's palm strike.

"You Central Plains brat, you've got some skills!" he sneered. "But in my Great Fusang's Sea Mist Killing Formation, you'll all die!"

As he spoke, he swung his short blade rapidly, the sea fog thickened, and the faint, chilling howls of ghosts and wolves could be heard.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly: "You dare to show off your tricks in front of the martial arts world of the Central Plains!"

He clapped his hands together, and the Hundred Victories Blade Technique merged with the icy chill of the Ice Soul, forming a blade aura that was interwoven with gold and white.

The blade energy crisscrossed, dazzling like the blazing sun, and wherever it went, the sea mist was cleaved apart.

Seeing this, Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Xiang Kun, and Xie Wen were greatly encouraged and each displayed their best skills to cooperate with Shi Feiyang's offensive.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the fire dragon water cannons of the Fujian ship were fired again.

This time, Shi Feiyang used the Mingyu Skill to inject his internal energy into the firearm.

With several deafening booms, the fire dragon, carrying a powerful shockwave, crashed into the Japanese pirate warship like a thunderbolt. Hattori Sanzang's shark armor began to crack under the impact of the fire dragon, and he finally showed signs of panic.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang leaped to Hattori Sanzang's side like lightning.

Mingyu Gong was activated at full power. He placed his palms on the other's shoulders, and the cold air flowed through his meridians and straight to his heart: "Japanese traitor, you have harmed countless people. Today is your death day!" In an instant, ice crystals formed on Hattori Sanzang's limbs, and his whole body turned into an ice sculpture.

With a crisp sound, his body shattered into countless ice shards, dissipating in the sea breeze.

The Japanese pirates, having lost their leader, were thrown into chaos, and the heroes of Yu-Sakura pressed their advantage.

Liao Pei's Tongbei Fist, Lie Quan's Qiankun Saber, Xiang Kun's Iron Flute, and Xie Wen's Flying Eagle Dart, combined with Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victories Saber Technique, routed the Japanese pirates. On the sea, blood mingled with the spray, and the pirates' warships burned fiercely in flames.

The vast grasslands of mid-autumn were already stained with frost and snow, and the withered yellow grass rustled in the north wind, like the sobs of countless dying people. On the walls of Black Wolf City, Ellie, clad in scarlet armor, stood proudly in the cold wind like an inextinguishable flame.

The armor was embroidered with a ferocious wolf totem in gold thread, which undulated slightly with her movements, making her appear even more majestic and domineering.

She held a long sword, its blade covered in icicles that reflected a chilling light that mirrored the fury in her eyes.

At this moment, Ellie had long since shed the gentle grace of a former martial arts beauty, and her eyes and brows were filled with the fortitude and decisiveness of an iron-blooded female leader.

Her long hair was disheveled by the wind, and a few strands clung to her blood-stained cheeks, but this did not diminish her heroic and spirited appearance in the slightest.

Gazing at the dark, imposing enemy ranks outside the city, her phoenix eyes widened, flashing with a cold light, like a lioness poised to pounce: "Those treacherous dogs of the imperial court, do they truly think we barbarians have no one to rely on!"

Her voice was high-pitched and firm, echoing across the grassland, filled with a chilling and intimidating power.

Before she finished speaking, arrows rained down from the city wall. Ellie, agile and nimble, wielded her longsword, its blade flashing, deflecting the arrows. Bai Zhi's net of Gu worms intertwined around her, and amidst the rising purple mist, piercing screams echoed.

She took the opportunity to survey the battlefield, her eyes sharp and keen, constantly monitoring every change in the battle situation.

Hu Shen stood at the front of the battle, the xiezhi patch on his python robe stained with blood.

Beside him, the master of the Western Regions' charnel ground wore a black robe made of human bones strung together, each bone gleaming with an eerie bluish-gray hue, clattering against each other in the wind with a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

The charnel ground's master was hunched over, resembling a walking skeleton, his skin dry and clinging tightly to his bones, displaying a sickly grayish-green hue.

His face was even more terrifying, with deep-set eyes and two pupils that glowed with an eerie green light like burning will-o'-the-wisps. A half-smile always hung at the corner of his mouth, mocking the life and death of all things in the world.

A huge string of skull beads hung around his neck, each skull's eye socket inlaid with a red gem, shimmering with an eerie light as he moved.

He held a pitch-black bone staff in his right hand, the head of which was carved with a hideous demon's face. Black corpse energy would occasionally spill from the demon's mouth, filling the air and causing grass and leaves to wither and rot instantly wherever it went.

The Ice Soul Fairy of the Kunlun Sect was surrounded by a chilling aura, and more than twenty experts formed the Three Talents Formation, their presence even colder than the frost of the grassland. "Ellie, hand over the Naiman Seal, and I'll spare your life!" Hu Shen pointed his whip at the city wall, the iron spikes on the whip still dripping with the blood of the herdsmen he had robbed the day before.

A contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of Elizabeth's lips, a smile brimming with innate pride and disdain: "If you want the Naiman seal, you'll have to step over my dead body first!" Her words resonated like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

Liu Guihua swung her serpent whip, the barbs at the tip scraping off half of a Jinyiwei's face: "You dog, you dare to negotiate?"

Seeing this, Ellie shouted, "Sister, what a clever move! Let these corrupt officials know that we Naiman are not pushovers!"

Before she finished speaking, the Ice Soul Fairy lightly raised her jade hand, and three Ice Soul Silver Needles pierced through the air.

Ellie's eyes sharpened, and she swung her longsword swiftly, her sword moves unpredictable, deflecting the silver needles one by one.

Shi Xiong gripped his spear tightly, unleashing a devastating force that swept across the battlefield. However, the spearhead was entangled by the bone staff of the Lord of the Corpse Forest. Black corpse energy spread along the shaft, instantly corroding it and creating fine holes.

Ilya's heart tightened, and she called out loudly, "Shi Xiong, be careful!"

At the same time, she clapped her hands repeatedly, and the sword energy of the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, heading straight for the Master of the Corpse Forest, attempting to help Shi Xiong out of his predicament.

Wu Zhong, wielding his one-armed Iron Palm, unleashed a torrent of bloody wind with his Demon-Subduing Palm technique, yet he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the "Snowy Region Sword Technique" of three Kunlun disciples. His old wound at the severed arm reopened, and blood stained the bandages binding it.

Despite her anxiety, Ellie remained calm and commanded, "Brother Wu Zhong, retreat first! Preserve our strength!"

Seeing the critical situation, a resolute glint flashed in Ellie's eyes.

She took a deep breath, mobilized all her internal energy, and her body radiated a dazzling light.

She clapped her hands repeatedly, making the sword energy of the "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique" even more fierce, tearing the air apart wherever it went.

However, when the Ice Soul Fairy and the Lord of the Corpse Forest unleashed their palms together, the black and white air currents collided, creating a level 10 gale on the city wall.

To protect Yili, Baizhi took a direct hit from the Ice Soul Fairy's "Mysterious Ice Palm," and her entire right arm was instantly covered in frost.

Looking at the injured Bai Zhi, Elizabeth felt a mix of guilt and anger.

She gritted her teeth and roared, "Today, I will make you monsters pay for your blood debts!"

Seeing this, Bai Zhi hurriedly threw out twelve golden-backed spiders. The spider silk collided with the silver needles, creating a piercing explosion in mid-air.

Wu Zhong, wielding his one-armed Iron Palm, unleashed a gust of bloody wind with his Demon-Subduing Palm, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the "Snowy Region Sword Technique" of three Kunlun disciples.

His old wound on his severed arm flared up again, and blood stained the bandages, yet he kept roaring, "Come on! If you've got the guts, take my life!"

Xiao Lingling wielded her Mandarin Duck Blades with impenetrable skill, but the blades gradually chipped under the curved blades of the Western Region master. Miao Menlong's last remaining eye flashed with ruthlessness as he fired peacock feathers in succession, only to have them all blocked by the opponent's iron shield.

Seeing the critical situation, Ellie clapped her hands repeatedly, and the sword energy of the "Cloud Mist Sword Technique" was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea.

However, when the Ice Soul Fairy and the Lord of the Corpse Forest unleashed their palms together, the black and white air currents collided, creating a level 10 gale on the city wall.

To protect Yili, Baizhi took a direct hit from the Ice Soul Fairy's "Mysterious Ice Palm," instantly covering her entire right arm with frost. She bit into the Gu worm in her mouth, and the purple blood she spat out corroded the ice layer, producing wisps of green smoke.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of the charnel ground burst into wild laughter: "Hahahaha, just a dying struggle! Today, you will all die!"

He formed a mudra with his hands, chanted incantations, and raised his bone staff high above his head.

In an instant, countless skulls emerged from the ground and surged towards the city wall in a dense, eerie and terrifying scene.

Just when everyone's lives were hanging by a thread, two clear whistles suddenly came from the sky.

Shi Feiyang used the "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" light-foot technique, his figure transforming into a streak of light, and wherever he passed, the withered grass all fell down.

Xie Wen followed closely behind, employing the "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Skill." The two were like two unsheathed swords, piercing straight into the core of the enemy formation.

Seeing Shi Feiyang's figure, Ellie's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes. But she did not slacken in the slightest. Instead, she swung her sword again and, together with Shi Feiyang and the others, launched a final attack on the enemy.

Shi Feiyang activated his Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent, his skin becoming crystal clear, and the cold aura around him solidified. He used his palm as a blade, unleashing the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws" technique from the Hundred Victories Blade Method. Wherever the golden and white blade energy passed, the air emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass.

"Shi Feiyang! Aren't you in Jiangnan?!" Hu Shen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand trembled slightly with fear.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his palm strike already upon him: "You corrupt officials, always indulging in wishful thinking!" Hu Shen raised his knife to parry, but saw Shi Feiyang's palm strike suddenly change, his five fingers like hooks, it was actually the "vortex suction force" of Mingyu Gong.

The Embroidered Spring Blade flew uncontrollably toward Shi Feiyang, and Hu Shen staggered forward, his chest already imprinted by a cold palm, instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of the Shado-Lin waved his bone staff, and countless skulls emerged from the ground.

Shi Feiyang clapped his hands repeatedly, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Severing Heaven and Earth" like a raging sea. Wherever the blade energy passed, skulls shattered into dust.

The Ice Soul Fairy thrust her jade sword at him, but Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided it, letting the sword tip pierce his shoulder, and then grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

The chilling aura of Mingyu Gong spread along the sword's blade, freezing her into an ice statue in the blink of an eye. With a "crack," it shattered into countless ice crystals.

A flicker of panic crossed the eyes of the Lord of the Corpse Forest, but he quickly regained his composure: "Perfect timing! Let me show you the power of my Corpse Forest!" He brandished his bone staff, commanding the horde of skulls to rush toward Shi Feiyang.

However, Shi Feiyang's sword energy was extremely fierce, and wherever it went, skulls shattered into dust.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang clapped his hands in quick succession, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Severing Heaven and Earth" like a raging sea, the blade energy piercing directly through the body of the Corpse Forest Master.

The lord of the charnel ground stared wide-eyed, his face showing disbelief: "Impossible... How could my charnel ground's secret technique......" Before he could finish speaking, his body turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated in the wind.

Xie Wen's Flying Eagle Darts were designed to target the vital points of Western Region masters, leaving a trail of blood wherever they went.

Liao Pei's Tongbei Fist, Lie Quan's Qiankun Saber, and Xiang Kun's Iron Flute attacked from the flanks, joining forces with the Naiman people from within.

The Black Flame Envoy of the Western Regions Holy Sect attempted to use his evil arts, but was caught by Liu Guihua's spirit snake whip, which wrapped around his neck. Bai Zhi seized the opportunity to release the Nine-Headed Serpent Gu, which instantly devoured him, leaving only bones. By dawn, the area outside Wulang City was littered with corpses.

Ellie stepped over the corpses strewn across the ground, her eyes weary, but even more so, filled with the resolute determination of victory. She gazed at the trembling remnants of her enemy in the rising sun, her voice icy: "Go back and tell Zhu Yijun that my Naiman tribe is not one he can easily provoke!"

The morning breeze on the grassland blows away the bloodshed of the battlefield, but it cannot erase the deep marks left by everyone in this bloody battle.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, the golden dragon pillars reflected the flickering candlelight. Zhu Yijun's dragon robe was stained with spilled tea, and the wolf-hair brush on the jade table was broken in two. "Useless! All of them are useless!" He grabbed the jade paperweight from the table and smashed it against the floor tiles. Shards of jade splashed onto the Grand Secretary's python robe. "The thirty-six demons of the Western Regions, the twelve swordsmen of Kunlun, whom I invited from Yushan, and my three hundred elite Imperial Guards were all slaughtered without a trace by that little vixen, Ellie!" The hall was silent except for the dripping sound of candle wax.

Xiang Yushan knelt before the imperial steps, his purple robe soaked with cold sweat, the hilt of his embroidered spring knife gleaming coldly in the shadows: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! This defeat is all because that scoundrel Shi Feiyang suddenly returned to reinforce us."

"Shut up!" Zhu Yijun staggered, grabbing the dragon throne for support, his knuckles white from gripping it tightly. "I don't care if Shi Feiyang fell from the sky or crawled out of the ground, if you can't assemble another group of assassins within three days..."

Before the words were finished, a young eunuch tumbled in, his secret report still covered in mud: "Your Majesty! Urgent report from Liaodong!" Zhu Yijun snatched the report, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. The news that Nurhaci had sent Bujantai back to the Ula tribe to succeed him as leader, married his sister, and formed an alliance with the Yehe tribe by slaughtering cattle and horses stung his eyes.

The dragon throne creaked under the weight, and Zhu Yijun abruptly threw the secret report at Xiang Yushan's face: "Nurhaci, that wolf in sheep's clothing, actually formed a faction right under my nose!"

Kang Sheng stepped forward from the crowd, his blue robe still stained with ink from yesterday's meeting. He stroked his sparse beard, a sly glint in his eyes: "Your Majesty is wise. In my opinion, the most urgent task is to pacify Liaodong. Although Shi Feiyang is a rogue of the Jianghu, he has a reputation for chivalry. Judging from his recent actions in fighting the Japanese pirates in Jiangnan, he has done a great service to the country and the people."

"Hmph! How dare those roughnecks of the martial world speak of loyalty and righteousness?" Xiang Yushan abruptly stood up, the scabbard of his embroidered spring sword striking the stone steps with a dull thud. "Your Majesty, Shi Feiyang has colluded with the Naiman and harbors rebellious intentions! If we don't seize this opportunity before his wings are fully grown..."

"Shut up!" Zhu Yijun suddenly coughed violently, and drops of blood seeped from between his fingers onto the bright yellow dragon pattern. "Kangfusheng is right. Nurhaci is the leader of Liaodong. If we allow him to grow too powerful, he will become a major threat."

His gaze swept over the assembled officials, landing on Xiang Yushan's deathly pale face. "Immediately dispatch 30,000 iron cavalry, to join forces with Li Chengliang's troops, and nip Nurhaci's ambitions in the bud!" Veins bulged on Xiang Yushan's forehead, and as he prostrated himself, his fingernails dug deeply into his palms: "Your subject obeys! But what about the Xiong Ying Society?"

"The Xiong Ying Society will remain for now." Zhu Yijun leaned back on the dragon throne and waved his hand wearily. "Let them fight it out with the Japanese pirates. Once the Liaodong matter is settled, I will make my own arrangements." After the court session, Kang Fusheng stopped Xiang Yushan outside the Qianqing Palace.

As he drew closer, a faint, exotic fragrance wafted from his sleeve: "Why is Lord Xiang so fixated on Yili? Nurhaci is the true formidable enemy." Xiang Yushan whirled around, his eyes flashing with cold light: "What are you plotting? Allowing Xiong Ying to grow too powerful, could it be that you and Shi Feiyang..."

"You flatter me, sir." Kang Sheng smiled and took a half-step back, a scroll of secret letter sliding out from his sleeve. "You might want to take a look at this. Shi Feiyang has dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese pirates in Jiangnan, but he has already offended the powerful forces behind the scenes in Japan. We just need to wait for the right opportunity."

As dusk deepened, the corner towers of the Forbidden City were shrouded in shadow. Xiang Yushan's hand, clutching the secret letter, trembled slightly; his embroidered spring knife reflected a cold light in the setting sun. In the distance, the sound of a night watchman's clapper rang out, startling a flock of crows that fluttered and swooped over the palace walls.

Outside Kaifeng Prefecture, the ruins of Shenjian Manor resembled the skeleton of a giant beast in the night.

Xie Zhichuan stood beside the crumbling stone lion, his dark-colored outfit covered in dust, but the broken sword at his waist was polished to a gleaming shine—the very blade his father, Xie Luojia, had worn when he met his end at the hands of Shi Feiyang's Hundred Victories Blade. He stared at the pitch-black sky, the hatred burning in his eyes thicker than the night itself, so intense that even Li Wuduo, the "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" beside him, could feel the scorching ferocity emanating from him.

Li Wuduo, dressed in a scarlet gauze dress, had a silver snake-shaped whip around her neck that gleamed with an eerie light. Leaning against a half-collapsed pillar, her nail-painted fingertips traced across Xie Zhichuan's taut back: "Xiao Chuan, your eyes are three times more ruthless than the bone-corroding poison I concocted."

She giggled, her laughter echoing through the ruins and startling a few owls. "But what's the use of just hating? Shi Feiyang has now repelled the Japanese pirates and become known as the 'God of War of the East China Sea' among the people. His status in the martial arts world is at its zenith."

"He killed my father, I will tear him to pieces!" Xie Zhichuan suddenly turned around, the moonlight casting a ferocious shadow on his face. "Even if he becomes a god, I will drag him down from the clouds!"

His voice was filled with deep-seated resentment, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. Li Wuduo extended a slender finger and gently pressed it against his trembling lips: "Don't rush, we need to devise a foolproof plan. Shall we cause trouble in the Naiman tribe?"

She scoffed, her silver snake whip twirling deftly in her hand. "Shi Feiyang has amassed all the elite forces of the Xiong Ying Society in Wulang City. Even the imperial assassins from the Western Regions suffered a crushing defeat. Are we going to throw our lives away?" She leaned close to Xie Zhichuan's ear, her breath sweet as orchids. "However, we can use someone else to do our dirty work." Xie Zhichuan's pupils constricted, and he grabbed her wrist: "You mean..."

“Nurhaci.” Li Wuduo’s fingertips traced a faint red mark on the back of his hand in the moonlight. “That Tartar is ambitious and is gradually encroaching on the four tribes of Haixi. Let’s send him some money and supplies to help him out, and first wipe out the Lindan tribe. Without this right-hand man, how long can the Naiman tribe remain arrogant?”

A sinister glint flashed in her eyes. "Besides, Shi Feiyang and Princess Gugra of Lindan have a deep affection for each other. This move can both cripple his wings and throw him into disarray." Xie Zhichuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "What a vicious plan! But that's not enough! I want to see Shi Feiyang utterly disgraced!"

He gripped the broken sword tightly, the blade groaning under the strain.

Li Wuduo clapped her hands and laughed, then suddenly wrapped her silver snake whip around Xie Zhichuan's neck: "Xiao Chuan really understands me. The Hai Sha Gang has always had dealings with the King of Ryukyu. Let's invite Shi Feiyang to Ryukyu under the pretext of a joint resistance against the Japanese pirates. That Shi Feiyang prides himself on being chivalrous, how could he refuse?"

Her voice grew lower, "Once he steps into this foreign country, unfamiliar with the place and its people, we only need to..."

She gestured with her fingertips as if slitting her throat, "Kill the Ryukyu prince, then frame him. At that time, the Ryukyu warriors, the imperial henchmen, and all sorts of enemies from the martial arts world will make sure he has nowhere to escape!"

Xie Zhichuan's neck veins bulged, but he didn't struggle. Instead, he laughed loudly: "Good! Good! Senior Li's plan is indeed brilliant! Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang, this time I'll let you know the consequences of offending me!"

His laughter echoed through the ruins, startling countless night birds. The fluttering of their wings mingled with his laughter, creating an eerie funeral dirge.

As night deepened, the two plotted for a long time amidst the ruins, devising countless insidious schemes.

As she left, Li Wuduo glanced back at the dilapidated Divine Sword Manor and murmured softly, "Xie Luojia, Dugu Yan, your sons are a hundred times more ruthless than you! Shi Feiyang, this game has only just begun."

Her figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving Xie Zhichuan alone, gripping the broken sword, gazing north—the direction of the Naiman tribe, and the starting point of his path of revenge.

In late autumn, Suzhou resembles a long ink painting scroll, as if painted by a master artist.

A thin mist rose from the moat, casting a hazy, poetic glow on the distant Hanshan Temple Pagoda. The ginkgo leaves lining the streets had turned golden, fluttering down in the autumn wind to carpet the cobblestone streets, like a soft brocade draped over the ancient city.

Inside the vermilion courtyard walls, the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms mingled with the rich aroma of chrysanthemum wine, weaving together with the long, drawn-out cries of vendors to create a unique Suzhou rhythm.

Inside the vast stone mansion, towering camphor trees stand by the green lake, and the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches weaves dappled light and shadow on the reclining chairs.

Shi Feiyang, dressed in a moon-white long robe, leaned back in his chair, playing with an antique jade pendant in his hand, looking relaxed and leisurely.

Eight-year-old Shi Yuyan, with her hair in two pigtails, had a bright and innocent smile on her delicate face. She was wearing a light pink dress embroidered with butterflies and was running around the lake happily, her silvery laughter echoing in the courtyard.

"Big brother! Big brother! You can't catch me!" Shi Yuyan ran while playfully turning back to make a face at Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang shook his head with a helpless smile: "Yuyan, stop playing around and go study. Your teacher said your handwriting isn't as neat as it used to be."

Little Yuyan stuck out her tongue and ran even faster: "No, no! Studying is so boring, it's not as fun as playing in the yard!"

Just then, a gust of wind as light as a feather swept by, and "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen used his "Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique" to descend like a ghost. He was dressed in a tight-fitting black suit, and landed without making a sound; only the eagle dart at his waist gleamed coldly in the sunlight. (End of Chapter)