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

Shi Feiyang activated the Bright Jade Skill, and his glass-like skin became even more dazzling in the darkness.

He unleashed the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with the "Slaying of the Mortal World" move, unleashing nine golden blade energies imbued with icy chill in an arc. Wherever the blade energies reached, the fluorescent blue mist instantly dissipated. However, a mermaid's tail slapped out, creating an undercurrent that deflected the blade energies by half an inch.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi played a rapid melody on her jade flute, summoning the Hundred Poison Spider King and the Golden Silkworm Gu.

The golden silkworm gu spit out golden threads that weave a net of light in the water, attempting to trap the merman, but it is easily pierced by the opponent's spear.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from the seabed, and a rusty ancient ship slowly rose to the surface. The skulls painted on its sails looked terrifying against the deep blue water. Dozens of Japanese pirates dressed in black underwater costumes stood on the deck, wielding repeating crossbows that could fire underwater. The bolts were tied with burning phosphorescent flames, leaving red trails of death in the deep sea.

"Not good! It's the Japanese pirates' Netherworld Navy!" Shan Zhi threw out his plum blossom darts and knocked down several crossbow bolts, but then saw more crossbow bolts coming like a torrential rain.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Demon-Slaying Cloud" technique from his palms, the golden blade energy colliding with the red phosphorescent flames, creating a deafening roar.

However, the merfolk seized the opportunity to launch an attack, their tails sweeping across the water and creating massive whirlpools. Shi Xiong unleashed "Godslayer and Buddha Destroyer," one of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," his sword energy clashing repeatedly with the merfolk's spear, sparks briefly igniting in the water.

Even more despairing was that black blood gushed from the wounds of the merman who was slashed by the sword energy.

Once this blood enters the seawater, it transforms into a piranha-like poisonous insect, frantically tearing at everyone's protective inner energy.

Bai Zhi's face was pale as she struggled to control the Gu worms to resist: "These merfolk have been turned into living Gu!"

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He activated the Mingyu Gong at full power, creating a massive vortex around him that sucked in all the surrounding poisonous insects, merfolk, and crossbow bolts. At the same time, he unleashed "Slaying Heaven and Earth," a golden blade of light piercing through the deep sea, splitting the water in two, and blood and bits of flesh filled the air. But the battle was far from over. The Japanese pirate leader on the ancient ship's deck lifted his black robe, revealing his face covered in centipede-like insect tattoos. He let out a piercing laugh, and the bone flute in his hand emitted a sharp, shrill sound.

Suddenly, the coral on the seabed grew wildly, wrapping around like giant tentacles, while in the deeper trench, a pair of giant eyes emitting an eerie green light slowly opened.

The moment the giant eye of the deep sea opened, the seawater trembled violently, and a suction force powerful enough to tear apart a warship came from the depths of the trench. It was a giant deep-sea octopus that had been lying dormant on the seabed for hundreds of years, its eight tentacles covered with suckers stirring the water like small mountains, each sucker concealing a sharp barb.

The Japanese pirate leader blew a bone flute, and the giant octopus, driven by the sound, swept its tentacles like steel whips, instantly smashing half of the mast on the sunken ship.

Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Xuanbing Guixu" level, and his body shone with a dazzling luster. He pushed out the "Shattering Mount Tai" move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms, and nine golden blade energies shot out in a spiral shape, attempting to sever the giant octopus's tentacles.

However, when the blade's energy touched the tough skin, it only left a few white marks.

The giant stag was in pain and sprayed out a large amount of ink, turning the area within a hundred feet into pitch black.

"Hold your breath and follow me!" Shi Feiyang grabbed Bai Zhi's wrist and, relying on the keen senses of Mingyu Gong, weaved through the dark mist.

Shan Zhi threw out a specially made phosphorescent dart, illuminating the surroundings, only to see countless parasitic worms baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at him from the ink.

Shi Xiong's white rainbow sword danced into a light shield, and wherever the sword energy reached, the Gu worms burst open, but even more Gu worms surged out from the depths of the ink.

The Japanese pirate leader stood atop the ancient ship, letting out a triumphant laugh: "Shi Feiyang, today I will make you all perish in the 'Nine Netherworld Return to Ruins Formation'!"

With his gesture, eight bronze pillars engraved with eerie runes rose from the bottom of the ancient ship. The seawater flowed along the runes, forming a huge whirlpool that trapped everyone and the giant octopus within the formation.

Bai Zhi's face turned deathly pale. Miao Di played an antidote tune, trying to dispel the Gu worms in the ink, but to little avail.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly discovered that the runes on the bronze pillars were similar to the "Twelve Styles of Slaying Japanese Devils" on the shipwreck's stone wall.

He roared, "Everyone, follow me to break the formation!" He unleashed the ultimate technique of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with golden blade energy soaring into the sky. Shi Xiong unleashed the killing move "Azure Peak Slicing Face" from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," Shan Zhi threw out plum blossom darts to form the Big Dipper Sword Formation, and Bai Zhi drove the Gu worms to form a Five Poisons Barrier. The four of them merged their true energy at the formation's core.

The energy of the blade, the sword, and the poison collided, and the bronze pillar shattered with a deafening roar.

The out-of-control giant octopus writhed wildly, and one of its tentacles swept toward the ancient Japanese pirate ship.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang used the vortex suction force of the Mingyu Skill to guide the power of the giant octopus towards the ancient ship. With a deafening roar, the ancient ship was smashed to pieces by the giant octopus. Before dying, the Japanese pirate leader threw his bone flute into the depths of the trench, causing an even stronger tremor.

An ancient and furious roar came from the bottom of the trench, and a dark shadow, larger than a giant octopus, slowly rose.

Shi Feiyang stared into the abyss, clenching his fists, his black martial arts attire fluttering in the wind: "No matter what kind of monster it is, today it will pay for its blood debt!" Behind them, the "Twelve Styles of Slaying Japanese Devils" manual on the sunken ship's stone wall shimmered with a mysterious light amidst the aftershocks of the fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly scanned his surroundings. He saw that although the eight bronze pillars had been shattered, the fragments of runes in the seawater still shimmered with an eerie light, intertwining with the surging undercurrents on the seabed to form invisible barriers that isolated them from the surface of the sea.

The ancient shipwreck, under the impact of the giant octopus, was teetering on the brink of collapse, threatening to bury everyone at the bottom of the sea.

"Don't panic, everyone. Although this formation is strange, it is not invincible!" Shi Feiyang said in a deep voice. His voice was still clearly audible in the water, and it conveyed a reassuring calmness.

He activated the Bright Jade Skill, and his glass-like skin became even more radiant, shining like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the surrounding sea area for several feet.

At this moment, Shi Xiong held the White Rainbow Sword horizontally in front of him, the blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.

He stared intently at the giant, writhing tentacles, sweat rolling down his forehead, yet he still gritted his teeth and said, "Chief, this beast is far too troublesome, and it even has the aid of an array. What should we do?"

Hiding behind a reef, Shan Zhi gripped his plum blossom dart tightly and cautiously surveyed his surroundings. He then said, "I think this formation is related to the flow of spiritual energy in the sea. If we can disrupt the flow of spiritual energy, we might be able to find a glimmer of hope."

Bai Zhi lightly touched her jade flute to her lips, playing a strange melody in an attempt to use the power of the Miao Gu worms to resist the Gu poison and parasitic Gu worm attacks in the ink. She frowned slightly, looked at Shi Feiyang, and said softly, "Shi Lang, I can sense an ancient and powerful force sleeping in the seabed. This formation seems to be trying to awaken it. If that force is awakened, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, pondering to himself.

He knew that Bai Zhi was keenly aware of mysterious forces, and since she said so, there must be a great danger hidden in the seabed.

The most urgent task at hand is to find a way to break the formation and escape from this place as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Shi Feiyang, and he remembered the "Twelve Styles of Slaying Japanese Devils" diagram he had seen on the rock wall of the sunken ship.

The lines on those diagrams bear a faint resemblance to the arrangement of the bronze pillar runes, perhaps holding the key to breaking the formation.

"Gentlemen, I have a plan." Shi Feiyang looked at everyone with a firm gaze. "I suspect that this Nine Netherworld Return to Ruins Formation is related to the 'Twelve Styles of Slaying Japanese Devils'. We need to work together to imitate the moves in the manual and use our own true energy to disrupt the formation's spiritual energy. Perhaps we can find a flaw."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted.

Shi Xiong brandished the White Rainbow Sword and was the first to unleash a fierce sword move from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," his sword energy crisscrossing and stirring up the seawater.

Shan Zhi no longer concealed himself and threw out his plum blossom dart. The dart flashed like lightning and accurately pierced the weak point of the bronze pillar runes.

Bai Zhi intensifies the Gu worms' attack, using the power of Gu poison to disrupt the formation's operation.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, activated the Mingyu Gong to its limit, and exuded a chilling aura all over his body, making him seem like a moving iceberg.

He unleashed the exquisite moves of the "Hundred Victories Knife Technique," each palm strike carrying an overwhelming momentum. The knife energy, Shi Xiong's sword energy, and Shan Zhi's dart shadows resonated with each other, forming a powerful force in the seawater.

As they attacked, the spiritual energy within the formation indeed became disordered.

The runes on the bronze pillars flickered erratically, and the currents of the sea became even more turbulent. However, the backlash from the formation also followed, with a powerful suction force emanating from the depths of the sea, attempting to pull everyone into an endless abyss of darkness.

"Hold on!" Shi Feiyang shouted, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Severing Heaven and Earth," with both palms. A golden blade of light that pierced through the heavens and earth bloomed in the deep sea, forcefully resisting the suction force.

Shi Xiong and the others also fought with all their might, each using their unique skills to engage in a life-or-death struggle against the formation.

Just when everyone was feeling overwhelmed, Bai Zhi suddenly exclaimed, "Look! What's that?"

Following the direction she pointed, everyone looked and saw an ancient light slowly rising from the wreckage of the sunken ship.

The light grew stronger and stronger, gradually forming a mysterious pattern that perfectly matched one of the moves in "The Twelve Styles of Slaying the Japanese".

Shi Feiyang's heart stirred, and without hesitation, he flew towards the source of the light.

He activated the Mingyu Gong, gathering all his true energy in his palm, and slapped it hard against the pattern.

In an instant, a powerful force erupted from the pattern, like a deep-sea bomb, blasting the surrounding seawater into a spray.

Under the impact of this force, a huge crack finally appeared in the Nine Netherworld Return to Ruins Formation.

Shi Feiyang turned around and shouted, "Hurry up!" Everyone immediately followed, and led by Shi Feiyang, they quickly swam upstream along the crack.

The giant octopus seemed to sense that its prey was about to escape, and roared angrily, waving its tentacles in an attempt to stop it.

But at this moment, everyone's will to survive was strong. Shi Feiyang used his unparalleled lightness skill "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles" to quickly move with Bai Zhi; Shi Xiong used his sword to clear the way, and the sword energy cut off the attacking tentacles; Shan Zhi used plum blossom darts to restrain Ju Zhang's movements.

Finally, everyone successfully broke through the sea. Sunlight shone on them, bringing a long-awaited warmth. They looked at each other's tired yet relieved faces, their hearts filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

The setting sun melted the sea into flowing crimson gold. Shi Feiyang's toes touched the trembling mast, his dark outfit fluttering in the sea breeze.

As he watched the cherry blossom-patterned warship break through the waves in the distance, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms, which then turned into wisps of white mist as he circulated the Mingyu Gong.

"This Kameda Jiro must have a backup plan," Shi Feiyang thought to himself. His gaze swept over the eerie light flashing on the enemy warship, and he recalled the afterimages of runes he had glimpsed on the seabed earlier. Alarm bells rang in his mind.

The white angelica flute was lightly pressed against her lips, and the silver bells made a soft, tinkling sound as her wrist trembled.

She gazed at the icy blue true energy flowing around her husband, a bitter taste rising in her throat. "Don't be reckless..." She channeled her unspoken worries into a melody, the Nine-Headed Serpent Gu hissing and flicking its tongue, but she didn't know if this venom could withstand the ninja's poisoned kunai.

Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Sword tightly, and the old wound on his tiger's mouth bled again under the pressure of the hilt.

He recalled the scene from a few years ago when Shi Feiyang taught him the "Thirteen Deadly Swords" step by step. At this moment, the sword hummed, but amidst the clashing sword shadows, he caught a glimpse of the Shura mask on the waist of the enemy ninja—the insignia of Fuma Sayoko's personal guard.

Hatred burned like a raging fire in his chest, yet it was forcibly suppressed by reason: "Don't act impulsively, guard the flank of the Grand Master!"

Shan Zhi hid in the shadow of the mast, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

The specially made phosphorescent darts left burn marks on his palms, but he was completely unaware of them.

Ten years ago at the Cangzhou dock, he was just a beggar who stole steamed buns. It was Shi Feiyang who saved his life with a plum blossom dart.

At that time, Shi Feiyang had just established the Xiong Ying Society and was leading a group of elite troops back from Liaodong.

Gazing at the golden blade energy unleashed by the Grand Master in mid-air, Shan Zhi secretly vowed, "Even if I have to risk my last dart, I will protect everyone!"

As Jiro Kameda's three-pointed double-edged sword sliced ​​through the air, Shi Feiyang's pupils constricted sharply.

Mingyu Gong instantly activated to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison". Beneath his glass-like skin, he could clearly feel the hidden injuries coursing through his meridians.

"We can't drag this out too long." He unleashed the "Heaven and Earth Live Together" technique with both palms. The moment the blade energy collided with the blade, it transformed into overwhelming killing intent when he caught sight of Bai Zhi being forced to the ship's side by the ninja. The instant Bai Zhi's jade flute shattered, cold sweat soaked her back.

She watched the approaching ninja, her fingertips trembling as she reached for the poison pouch at her waist.

Although the Miao secret techniques could subdue the enemy, they would also deplete her vital energy. "I can't die here..." She remembered that Shi Feiyang had said he would take her to Changbai Mountain to see the snow. She gritted her teeth and scattered the entire packet of poison powder onto the sea surface. The Nine-Headed Serpent Gu took the opportunity to wrap around the enemy's ankle.

When Shi Xiong's White Rainbow Sword chipped, he nearly collapsed.

He roared as he unleashed the ultimate move of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords," "Gods Slaying and Buddha Destroying." The moment the sword wind swept across the ninja's neck, he tasted the salty, metallic taste of blood at the corner of his mouth—he didn't know if it was from the enemy or his own.

When Shan Zhi threw the last plum blossom dart, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

As he watched the dart pierce the throat of the Japanese pirate, he staggered and clung to the mast. The image of the young leader who taught him to read overlapped with the figure before him, battling fiercely. "I can fight again!" He drew his broken sword from his waist, his breath catching in his throat—a sign of the poison taking effect.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Severing Heaven and Earth" technique of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, watching as Kameda Jiro was cleaved in two. Amidst the eerie flute music emanating from the seabed, he clenched his fists: "Even if I die, I will tear open this conspiracy."

A stench-filled wind, carrying the roar of a black tortoise, swept across the sea. Ancient runes on the tortoise's shell emitted an eerie purple light, dyeing the entire sky a strange, dark purple. Shi Feiyang stood on the crest of a wave, Xu Fu's elixir transforming into flowing golden light in his dantian. The Kunlun Heart-Questioning Technique drew upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the oppressive power of the Divine Dragon Pagoda awakened from the depths of his bloodline. The icy blue true energy surrounding his body even shimmered with golden light, as if a god had descended to earth.

"Shi Feiyang! Today is your burial ground!" Kameda Jiro's mangled body transformed into a blood-red puppet, controlled by a hundred priestesses using secret techniques. The broken blade in his hand suddenly grew three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in length. "Nine Netherworld Demon Suppression Array, activate!" In an instant, nine pitch-black stone pillars rose from the seabed. The chains wrapped around the pillars pierced through the Xuan Turtle's shell, turning it into the array's core.

The seawater surged upwards, forming a massive black vortex. Countless Japanese pirate corpses were sucked into it and, in mid-air, reassembled into a hundred-foot-tall demonic statue.

Bai Zhiyu's face paled, and she played a hurried tune on the broken jade flute in her hand: "Shi Lang! This is the forbidden Japanese technique 'Night Parade of a Hundred Demons'!" The Gu worms she was driving were completely corroded by the eerie black mist as soon as they touched the demon statue.

Shi Xiong's White Rainbow Sword roared like a dragon, but sparks flew when it struck the golem: "Chief, this monster is impervious to blades and spears!" Shan Zhi threw out the last three phosphorescent darts, their light flashing across the golem's body like ants trying to shake a tree.

Shi Feiyang's expression was as cold as frost. He activated the Mingyu Gong to the extreme of "Ice Soul Cold Prison". His glass-like skin was almost transparent, and the divine dragon bloodline in his body was boiling, which actually outlined golden dragon patterns on his body surface.

He slowly raised his palm, and the phantom of the Divine Dragon Pagoda appeared in his palm: "An ant trying to shake a tree, how dare you talk about suppressing demons?"

Before he finished speaking, the "Sun and Moon Shining Together" technique of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" was unleashed. A golden blade of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, carrying the chilling aura of ice, cleaved towards the demonic statue like Pangu splitting the heavens and earth.

The golem roared furiously and threw a punch to meet the attack. However, the moment the blade touched it, the black mist disintegrated like boiling water poured onto snow, and the golem's body crumbled inch by inch.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure flashing like a streak of light, causing the Japanese pirate puppets to explode wherever he went. Kameda Jiro let out a piercing scream: "Impossible! Why aren't you afraid of the deadly poison of the 'mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood'?"

"With divine power, I am immune to all poisons." Shi Feiyang's body shone with golden light, and the phantom of the Divine Dragon Pagoda covered an area of ​​ten miles. "Today, I will show you what evil that heaven and earth cannot tolerate is!" He pushed out the "Severing the Sky" technique of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" with both palms. Eight blade energies carrying the power of stars spread out in the Bagua direction, splitting the seawater into eight pieces. The runes on the back of the Xuan Turtle shattered inch by inch in the blade energy.

The black tortoise, in pain, opened its massive mouth and spewed out a black poisonous mist containing a thousand years of resentment.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided; the vortex suction force of Mingyu Gong transformed into a giant golden maw, swallowing up all the poisonous mist.

He stepped through the air, leaving golden dragon-shaped marks in the void with each step, until he stood atop the Xuan Turtle's head.

"Break!" The palm struck out with "Heaven and Earth in Silence," a palm strike that condensed the immortal energy of Xu Fu's elixir, the Daoist charm of Kunlun's Heart-Questioning Technique, and the oppressive power of the Divine Dragon Pagoda. The Xuan Turtle's hard, iron-like shell shattered with a deafening roar, and blood stained the entire sea red.

The remaining witches were terrified and formed hand seals, preparing to unleash their final killing blow.

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and he activated the Mingyu Gong at full power, turning his entire body into a transparent ice sculpture.

With a flick of his finger, a stream of icy true energy shot towards the sea surface. The moment it touched the seawater, a massive ice prison formed within a radius of a hundred miles.

"Trying to escape?" His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. "Ice Soul Seal Demon!" The Japanese pirates inside the ice prison were instantly frozen, becoming eternal ice sculptures before they could even scream. The fierce battle ended, and Shi Feiyang slowly descended, the golden light around him gradually fading.

Bai Zhi rushed over and, seeing that he was unharmed, finally felt relieved: "Shi Lang, you..." "Don't worry." Shi Feiyang held her hand, his eyes filled with both tenderness and domineering power, "With the elixir protecting me and the divine dragon's blessing, there is nothing in this world that can harm me."

Shi Xiong and Shan Zhi exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with shock. They had seen Shi Feiyang fight against numerous heroes before, but they had never witnessed such an invincible figure. "The Grand Master is truly a celestial being!" Shi Xiong knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with reverence.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the sunken ship of Qi Jiguang that had once again sunk to the bottom of the sea, and said in a deep voice, "This is only the beginning. As long as the Japanese pirates are not eliminated, the swords of my Xiong Ying Society will never be sheathed!" The setting sun reappeared from the clouds, gilding Shi Feiyang's figure with a layer of gold.

Behind him lay the sea, littered with countless ice sculptures and corpses, a breathtaking panorama of war. Deeper still, on the sunken ship, the "Twelve Styles of Slaying the Japanese" manual glowed faintly, awaiting the start of the next legend.

While the plum rains of Jiangnan drizzled down, the council hall of the Misty Peak headquarters was filled with a scorching heat.

Liao Pei's Tongbei boxing gloves thudded against the mahogany chair, making the teacups on the table vibrate: "Chief Shi is taking a risk all by himself, how can we old bones sit idly by?"

Lie Quan's Qiankun Blade rested across his lap, the copper ring on the scabbard trembling slightly as he spoke: "Brother Wu, is your Thunderfire Gun Formation complete? The Japanese pirates' ghost ships appear and disappear unpredictably; ordinary swords and blades would hardly be able to harm them in the slightest."

Wu Zhong suddenly stood up, his Xuan Tie prosthetic limb slamming against the table with a loud thud. The thirty-six-barreled repeating musket gleamed coldly, deftly turning in his hands as if it were alive: "It was forged three months ago! It's made of Xuan Tie mixed with meteorite iron; one shot can pierce a three-inch steel plate."

He slammed his iron palm down on the musket, sending sparks flying throughout the room. "Tomorrow at midnight, I'll let those Japanese bastards taste the power of firearms!"

In the corner, "Round Bucket" Lu scratched his messy hair, the frame of the man-carrying paper kite in his arms rustling: "My flying kite can carry three people. Under the cover of night, we'll sneak onto the ghost ship and catch them completely off guard!"

Jiang Huotian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," frowned, tapping his bamboo pole on the ground with a clattering sound: "The weather at sea is unpredictable; what if we encounter a thunderstorm..."

Before he finished speaking, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen had already unfurled a nautical chart, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the markings: "The tide will rise at midnight tonight, making it the perfect time for a surprise attack."

At midnight, dark clouds pressed down on the sea, making it seem as if it could hardly breathe. Twenty manned kites, like night owls, flew swiftly along the crests of the waves under Lu Dechu's control.

Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck swords trembled slightly at her waist. Gazing at the pale lanterns fluttering on the mast of the ghost ship in the distance, she lowered her voice and said, "Brother Miao, we'll see how your divine arrows perform in a moment."

Miao Menlong nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring, which emitted a beast-like hum: "As long as they dare to show their faces, my Cloud Piercing Arrow will surely pierce their dog heads."

Suddenly, a ghostly blue phosphorescent light appeared on the deck of the ghost ship, and dozens of Japanese pirates appeared like ghosts.

Wu Zhong roared, and the Thunderfire Guns on his Xuan Tie Prosthetic Arm roared in unison, thirty-six streaks of fire tearing through the night.

Lead bullets rained down like a storm, and the Japanese pirates' cries of agony mingled with the clanging of metal, startling countless seabirds into flight.

"Centipede" Gongsun Ren lashed out with his nine-section steel whip, the barbs at the tip of which wrapped around a ronin and tore him in two.

However, a strange wind suddenly blew across the sea, causing Lu's kite to shake violently.

Large raindrops pounded on the kite's wings, and the soaked paper gradually became heavy.

"Oh no! A thunderstorm is coming!" Jiang Huotian's bamboo pole arced through the gale as he tried to steady himself.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck, and the two nearest kites instantly burst into flames, carrying disciples who screamed as they plunged into the sea.

On the deck of the ghost ship, the Japanese pirate leader Morita grinned maliciously, his demon sword spewing out purple mist: "Central Plains barbarians, taste the 'Orochi Poisonous Miasma'!"

Wherever the poisonous fog reached, the seawater boiled and bubbled, and any kites that got too close were corroded and torn. Suddenly, Xiang Kun's iron flute played a stirring melody, and the flute's sound transformed into a sound wave barrier, temporarily blocking the spread of the poisonous fog.

Yang Feng's blue-faced, fanged mask gleamed coldly in the lightning as he swung his chain hammer at the ghost ship's railing, smashing a large hole with a loud "boom."

Wu Zhong fired the last bullet from his Thunderfire Cannon, then simply used it as a mace, wielding his Xuan Tie prosthetic arm with ferocious power.

A ninja seized the opportunity to throw a poisoned kunai, but it was knocked down midway by Shan Zhi's plum blossom dart.

"Brother Xie, we've found their gunpowder depot!" Shan Zhi's roar was like thunder.

Xie Wen darted into the cabin like a cat, and a moment later rushed out carrying a gunpowder barrel, shouting, "Watch this!"

Sensing danger, Morita unleashed a ten-zhang-long blade of energy from his demonic sword. Shi Feiyang's men formed a battle formation, with Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades, Miao Menlong's divine arrows, and Xiang Kun's sonic attacks weaving a net to barely withstand the attack.

Xie Wen seized the opportunity and threw the gunpowder barrel at the mast.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the ghost ship burst into flames, and Morita's angry roar was drowned out by the explosion.

The thunderstorm intensified, and the remaining kites swayed precariously in the wind and rain.

Lu Dechu gritted his teeth and steered the kite rope, his whole body soaked to the bone like a drowned rat: "Hold on! We're almost at the shore!"

Jin Liufu suddenly leaped into the sea, transforming into a "water dragon" that dragged several damaged kites through the waves.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, the exhausted group climbed ashore, with the burnt remains of the ghost ship behind them.

Liao Pei gazed at the ravaged beach, slamming his Tongbei Fist heavily onto the rocks: "This battle, though dangerous, has shown the Japanese pirates that the Xiong Ying Society is not to be trifled with!" Lie Quan wiped the bloodstains from his Qiankun Blade, the blade's gleam reflecting his resolute face: "Next time, we will make sure they never return!"

The group exchanged smiles, rainwater mixed with blood streaming down their faces, but it couldn't extinguish the burning fighting spirit in their eyes.

Dark clouds pressed down, blurring the line between sea and sky, and twelve demon banners painted with eight-headed serpents fluttered in the sea breeze.

Shi Feiyang stood at the bow of the Xiong Ying Society's flagship, his Mingyu Gong activated to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison." His body shimmered with a glassy luster, reflecting the rolling dark clouds and even giving the gloomy sky a chilling aura. He gazed at the giant black shadow that suddenly rose from the sea in the distance, his pupils shrinking slightly—it was no ordinary wave, but rather a sign that an ancient ferocious beast was about to awaken.

"Chief! There's something unusual underwater!" Shan Zhi's plum blossom dart flew out of his hand, embedding itself three inches into the deck, its tail trembling violently.

Before the words were finished, the seawater suddenly burst open, and eight huge snake heads emerged from the water. Each head was three zhang tall, and the venom they spewed out was different: red like lava, dark green like putrid water, and dark blue like ice crystals, which intertwined on the sea surface to form a poisonous mist.

"It's Yamata no Orochi! The ancient ferocious beast from the legends of Fusang!" Bai Zhiyu's flute fell to the ground, and the silver bells rang out with a piercing sound.

The golden silkworm gu on her wrist writhed wildly, but turned into pus the moment it touched the poisonous miasma.

Liao Pei's Tongbi gauntlets flashed with iron light as he roared, "What's there to be afraid of! Back in the day, we could wipe out the entire wolf pack in the northern desert, so why should we fear this beast?"

Lie Quan drew his Qiankun Blade with a hum, the clanging of the blade ring startling seagulls into flight: "Brother Wu, is your Thunderfire Cannon still effective?"

The thirty-six-barreled firearms on Wu Zhongxuan's prosthetic arm roared in unison, and lead bullets rained down on the snake's head.

However, the snake scales were as hard as black iron, and the bullets only grazed the scales and produced sparks.

One of the snake heads suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out dark green venom. Wherever it went, the seawater boiled and surged, and the three warships were instantly corroded into charcoal.

"Be careful! This is a bone-corroding poison!" Shi Feiyang shouted, and the vortex suction force of Mingyu Gong was suddenly activated, condensing the poison into ice pillars and throwing them into the sky.

Hattori Shizo's maniacal laughter mingled with the serpent's hiss. The Japanese pirate leader, his body wrapped in bandages, was now riding atop the serpent's head: "Shi Feiyang! This Yamata no Orochi has drunk the souls of a thousand people. How could you possibly contend with it?"

He brandished his demonic blade, and the swarm of snakes suddenly raised their heads in unison. Eight streams of venom of different attributes converged in the air to form a gigantic venomous dragon, lunging towards the fleet. Shi Feiyang's body shone with golden light, as the medicinal power of Xu Fu's elixir and the oppressive force of the Divine Dragon Pagoda erupted simultaneously.

He raised his palms, which resembled two frost-covered blades, the chilling aura flowing from them freezing the surrounding seawater: "Today, I will sever this cycle of reincarnation!"

As he uttered the words "Severing Reincarnation," he touched the top of the mast with his toes and soared into the sky on the giant waves stirred up by the tsunami.

The sword energy emanating from his palms seemed to split into nine pieces in mid-air, each piece transforming into a golden blade of light that slashed towards the eight snake heads and Hattori Shizo. "Boom!" Eight deafening explosions shook the heavens and earth, blood gushing from the eight snake heads like waterfalls, and Hattori Shizo's demon sword was also severed.

However, this ancient ferocious beast did not die. Black mist surged from its severed neck and reformed into a head.

Hattori Shizo's body suddenly twisted and deformed, merging with Yamata no Orochi to form an even more ferocious monster.

"We can't let it run rampant any longer!" Wu Zhong, holding a bucket of gunpowder, patted Shi Feiyang's shoulder with his iron palm. "Chief, none of us in the Xiong Ying Society are cowards!" With that, he used his lightness skill and rushed towards the monster's gaping maw like an arrow.

Shi Xiong's White Rainbow Sword, Shan Zhi's Plum Blossom Darts, and Xiao Lingling's Mandarin Duck Blades all came out to cover Wu Zhong.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang unleashed the ultimate killing move of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Sun and Moon Shining Together," with both palms.

The golden blade energy collided violently with the poisonous dragon spewed out by the monster, unleashing a deafening roar.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Zhong threw a barrel of gunpowder into the monster's belly. Shi Feiyang used his "Snow Blood Claw" divine skill to grab Wu Zhong in the air, grabbing him from a distance and pulling him in front of him. He then spun around with Wu Zhong in his arms, his body enveloped in an ice shield.

With a loud bang, flames shot into the sky.

The monster let out a mournful howl, its massive body began to collapse, and the seawater was stained crimson with blood.

When the fierce battle ended, Shi Feiyang stood unharmed on the reef, watching the remains of the giant beast gradually sink into the sea. His glass-like skin cracked slightly – even with Xu Fu's elixir protecting him, that all-out attack had depleted a lot of his energy.

Xiao Lingling rushed over, snatched Wu Zhong from Shi Feiyang's arms, and hugged him tightly. The couple's clothes were soaked with tears.

Bai Zhi rushed over, tears mingling with the seawater as they streamed down her face: "Shi Lang..."

"It's alright." Shi Feiyang wiped away her tears and looked at the gradually whitening sky in the east. "As long as the Japanese pirates are still around, this sword of mine will never be sheathed." His voice echoed in the sea breeze.

Behind him, the members of the Sakura Clan, though wounded and scarred, still stood tall and proud, like unshakeable monuments. (End of Chapter)