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

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided, but unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" technique from the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique". His palm blade was like a golden rainbow, colliding fiercely with the blood-red sword shadow.

In an instant, the world seemed to darken.

The shockwave generated by the collision of the blade energy and the sword energy overturned the surrounding ruins, and rubble flew everywhere like raindrops.

Shi Feiyang's icy aura clashed fiercely with Lin Zhanshou's blood flames, forming a massive vortex of ice and fire in mid-air.

The five Vajra Warriors and seven Altar Masters who were watching were so shaken by the aftershocks that they coughed up blood and retreated repeatedly.

Fortunately, the Vermilion Bird carried Lin Ruoxue and the White Tiger into the air and was not affected by the aftershocks.

However, the power of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique far exceeded expectations.

Lin Zhanshou's figure appeared and disappeared in the blood mist, and each swing of his broken sword carried the momentum of tearing through space.

Although Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong was extremely powerful, he gradually felt the pressure when faced with this almost frenzied attack.

His skin became more translucent, radiating a chilling aura, yet it still could not completely resist the corrosive power of the blood flames.

"Little beggar, accept your doom!" Lin Zhanshou's voice seemed to come from the underworld, and his broken sword was pointed directly at Shi Feiyang's throat.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill.

His figure flashed like a ghost, and with a gentle pull of his arms, a strange suction force immediately spread out.

Lin Zhanshou felt the broken sword in his hand suddenly go out of control, and under the pull of this force, it turned and stabbed towards the five Vajra behind him.

The five Vajra warriors were terrified and hurriedly raised their weapons to defend themselves, but the blood flames on the broken swords were too fierce, instantly melting their weapons into molten iron before piercing their chests. Seeing this, the seven altar masters rushed to their aid.

However, Shi Feiyang's "Transferring Flowers and Jade" skill had reached a state of perfection. With a light touch, he redirected the attacks launched by the altar masters as if they were mud oxen entering the sea, and instead landed on themselves.

In an instant, screams filled the air, and blood rained down. The five Vajra Warriors and the seven Altar Masters were all killed or wounded by Lin Zhanshou's own attacks.

Lin Zhanshou's eyes were bloodshot as he watched his capable subordinates fall one by one, his anger and resentment reaching their peak.

He roared madly and charged at Shi Feiyang again, his blood flames surging several times over.

Shi Feiyang sneered, and activated the Mingyu Gong to its fullest extent. The cold air around him materialized, forming a huge ice shield.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang roared and unleashed one of the ultimate moves of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Breaking the Universe".

The palm strike, carrying an overwhelming force, slashed fiercely at Lin Zhanshou.

The ice shield collided with the blood flames, producing a deafening roar. Lin Zhanshou's blood flames gradually dimmed under the corrosive influence of the icy aura.

"No—" Lin Zhanshou let out a final, desperate roar.

The cold glow of the waning moon was torn to shreds by the dark clouds of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor. Lin Zhanshou was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. His plain white robe was stained with black blood, and several sword wounds on his chest were oozing blood beads with ice crystals.

However, he suddenly let out a shrill laugh like an owl, the laughter mixed with the cracking sound of bones dislocating, which made the surrounding broken tiles rattle.

"Little beggar! Do you know that the way to immortality requires reversing yin and yang and breaking through life and death!" He suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing dense blood patterns on his chest—the patterns were arranged in tadpole shapes, connected end to end to form a six-pointed star pattern, each one soaked in the resentment of the blood sacrificed by the living.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank: it was the "Nine Netherworld Soul-Guiding Array" inscribed with the blood curses of 360 young boys and girls, which was now seeping black blood with Lin Zhanshou's rapid breathing, gleaming with an eerie purple-gold light under the moonlight.

Lin Zhanshou suddenly threw his head back and roared, black blood gushing from his seven orifices at the same time, forming a winding river of blood on the ground.

He bit his tongue hard, and the blood he spat out condensed in the air into a three-headed, six-armed phantom of a demon. The phantom held a demon-subduing pestle, a demon-slaying knife, and a wheel of karmic fire, each weapon dripping with viscous black blood.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration - Blood Sacrifice for Immortality!" With a hoarse chant, three feet of blood flames rose around him, his white hair stood on end like steel needles, and the runes on his broken sword absorbed the blood flames, revealing countless painful and distorted human faces that emitted a series of shrill screams.

In an instant, Lin Zhanshou's figure swelled to over ten feet tall, with bulging veins under his skin like writhing earthworms, each connecting to the invisible Netherworld Ghost Path in the void. With a casual wave of his hand, the broken sword brought forth twelve blood-red sword shadows, each carrying a different killing move: some were like venomous snakes spitting their tongues straight for the throat, some were like Mount Tai pressing down on the head, and some were like spirit snakes coiling around pillars to reach the arms.

Shi Feiyang circulated the Mingyu Gong to the "Limitless Asura's Human Purgatory," and his skin glowed with a jade-like luster. However, when the blood flames approached, they condensed into blood-colored ice crystals in the icy cold air, emitting a piercing shriek like shattered glass.

Shi Feiyang roared, and the "Slaying the Mortal World" technique from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique transformed into a golden blade of light ten feet high, rushing towards him.

The moment the blade energy clashed with the blood flames, the space rippled like waves, revealing a scene resembling the underworld—countless wronged souls emerged from the blood mist, reaching out towards Shi Feiyang's ankle.

Lin Ruoxue looked down from the sky and cried out in surprise at what she saw. She witnessed golden light bursting from Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes, and the beautiful phoenix totem of the Yihua Palace suddenly appeared on the blade. With the totem's roar, the wronged souls turned to ashes.

In the blood mist, Lin Zhanshou's main body suddenly split into three afterimages, each wielding a different weapon: his left hand held a fragment of the Longevity Sword, his right hand held a blood-stained spiked club, and he even had a poisoned dagger in his mouth.

The three afterimages launched their attacks simultaneously, their moves combining the power of Shaolin Prajna Palm, the flexibility of Wudang Tai Chi Sword, and the unpredictability of the Western Region Sacred Flame Token, forming an impeccable Three Talents Killing Formation.

Shi Feiyang responded with his "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill, his movements as light as willow catkins. Each seemingly dangerous dodge cleverly redirected the attacks towards each other.

Seizing the opening, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Burning Heaven and Earth" move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique! His palm strike, imbued with icy chill and the Nine Yang True Fire, cleaved outwards. Half of the blade's edge was a leaping flame, the other half solidified ice crystals; wherever it passed, the blood flames were ignited into raging fire, while the ice shards solidified into millennia-old mystic ice.

Lin Zhanshou's three afterimages screamed simultaneously. Two of them were burned by flames, and the third was frozen into a statue, shattering into dust upon landing.

Lin Zhanshou, whose true form was exposed, let out an angry roar. He poured all the remaining blood flames into the broken sword, causing the sword to instantly grow to two zhang in length. The sword was covered with dense holes of human faces, and each hole emitted a piercing wail.

"Even if I die, I will take you down with me!" He swung his sword and unleashed "Blood River Flowing Backwards," a blood-red torrent several meters wide surged forth, corroding the ground and creating trenches several meters deep, filling the air with a nauseating stench of corpses.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang threw the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand into the air and pushed out "Breaking Heaven and Earth" with both palms. The palm force transformed into a golden Bagua diagram to meet the Blood River.

As the Bagua diagram rotated, it absorbed all the power of the Blood River and then pushed it back out.

Lin Zhanshou was unable to dodge in time and was devoured by his own blood river, screaming as he was swept into the vortex.

After the blood mist dissipated, only half a charred jade pendant and a pool of steaming black blood remained on the ground.

The world finally returned to calm, with only Shi Feiyang's heavy breathing echoing in the night sky.

His skin had returned to normal, but his face was slightly pale—even he felt a bit tired after using two ultimate techniques in succession.

The Vermilion Bird swooped down, and Lin Ruoxue jumped off its back, rushing forward with worry in her eyes: "How are you?"

Shi Feiyang forced a smile, wiped the blood from his lips, and said calmly, "It's nothing serious."

He turned to gaze at Lin Zhanshou's body, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes. "This bloody battle has finally come to an end..." Lin Ruoxue helped Shi Feiyang walk towards the nearby cold pool to wash his face and blood-stained clothes.

The morning glow, like blood, illuminated the ruins of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, making it resemble a battlefield. Lin Ruoxue helped Shi Feiyang walk towards the icy pool. The girl's hands trembled slightly, and when her fingertips touched his blood-stained clothes, she felt the heat emanating from beneath his skin.

"Please be careful..." Before she could finish speaking, an unusual ripple appeared on the surface of the cold pool. The moonlight distorted in the ripples, forming a hideous ghost face.

A hint of surprise flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He quickly grabbed Lin Ruoxue's slender waist and retreated hastily.

Suddenly, a loud crash of breaking chains came from the bottom of the pool, and a ferocious beast radiating a cold, eerie blue light burst forth from the water.

Its scales were sharp as poisoned scimitars, each exuding a chilling aura. Its gaping maw spewed out white mist, and wherever it passed, the ground quickly solidified into eerie ice spikes. Several withered trees shattered in the icy mist, and the wood fragments shot out like hidden weapons.

"It's the Netherworld Ice Dragon!" Shi Feiyang shouted a warning. The Heavenly Silkworm Silk wrapped around Lin Ruoxue's waist like a silver dragon, throwing her into the air.

The Vermilion Bird swooped down from the sky with a long cry, its crimson wings swirling with raging flames, but it let out a painful scream the moment it touched the icy mist—the cold air could even freeze the divine bird's flames!

The ice dragon's long tail swept across, its three forked branches tearing through the air like steel whips, shattering the bluestone floor tiles. Shi Feiyang activated his Bright Jade Skill, his skin glowing with a crystalline jade-like luster, and a powerful suction force was generated in his palm, forming a vortex that pulled one of the tail whips towards him.

Shi Feiyang used his palm as a blade, unleashing the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique: Severing the Edge of Heaven!" The blade energy, carrying the extreme cold power of the Ice Soul Cold Prison, slashed out. But then, a burst of blue light erupted from the severed tail of the ice dragon, and in an instant, three new tails sprouted, each carrying a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

Lin Ruoxue brandished her longsword on the back of the Vermilion Bird, unleashing the "Snow Shadows of Immortality Sword Technique".

The sword blossoms resembled falling snowflakes, but as they approached the ice dragon, they were frozen into ice crystals by the cold air and fell down one after another.

"Chief Xiang! Its weakness is at its seven-inch mark!" Lin Ruoxue's shout was swallowed by the icy mist. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ice shards with his toes, his figure moving like a ghost to the side of the ice dragon. The ice dragon suddenly turned its head, and the icy mist spewed from its huge mouth condensed into countless ice spikes in the air.

Shi Feiyang used his "Transferring Flowers and Jade" skill, and with a light wave of his arms, the ice spikes changed direction and instead pierced into the gaps in the ice dragon's scales.

Black blood and ice crystals splattered, and the ice dragon let out a deafening roar, stirring the pool water into a huge whirlpool.

Shi Feiyang unleashed "Burning Heaven and Earth" with both palms, his sword energy transforming into crimson fire lotuses that violently collided with the icy mist of the ice dragon.

Where ice and fire clashed, the air emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, and buildings within a radius of ten feet collapsed with a deafening roar from the aftershocks.

The ice dragon seized the opportunity to dive to the bottom of the pool. In an instant, the entire surface of the cold pool was covered with a layer of ice several feet thick, and countless ice blades burst out of the ground, piercing straight into the sky.

Seeing Shi Feiyang in the center of the ice formation, Lin Ruoxue was extremely anxious: "Be careful! It's gathering all its strength!"

Before the words were finished, the ice layer suddenly shattered, and the ice dragon soared into the air, surrounded by a hundred-foot-long phantom of an ice dragon.

It roared to the sky, and what it exhaled was no longer icy mist, but a black, frigid tide imbued with the power of the underworld. Wherever it passed, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the grass and trees instantly turned to dust. Shi Feiyang exerted his power to the extreme, his skin almost transparent, like an ice sculpture shrouded in icy mist.

His hands were like two frost-covered blades, and he unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Severing Reincarnation."

The golden blade of light collided with the black icy tide, and the resulting shockwave tore the sky apart, forming a vortex of yin and yang.

The ice dragon struggled in its death throes within the vortex, its scales falling away one by one, each transforming into a sharp ice blade that formed a deadly rain of blades above the icy pool. Lin Ruoxue rode her Vermilion Bird into the rain of blades, her crimson wings slashed and bleeding profusely, yet she still tenaciously shielded Shi Feiyang from a fatal blow.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes flashed with boundless rage, and the silkworm silk he spat out from his palm rolled up like a reversed Milky Way, wrapping around the neck of the ice dragon.

"Shatter!" he roared, channeling all his inner strength into the Heavenly Silkworm Silk, which instantly shredded the Ice Dragon's throat.

Black blood cascaded down like a waterfall as the ice dragon's massive body crashed to the ground, creating a bottomless crater.

Shi Feiyang knelt on one knee, panting heavily, with a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth—even he had suffered serious internal injuries from that all-out attack.

Lin Ruoxue leaped off the Vermilion Bird's back and rushed to his side, her jade-like hand trembling as she touched his pale cheek: "Why did you have to push yourself so hard..."

Shi Feiyang forced a smile and held her hand tightly: "If I can't even protect you, what use is all my martial arts skills?" He turned to look at the cold pool, only to see that the water had returned to calm, with only the broken ice floating on the surface silently telling the story of the thrilling battle that had just taken place.

The winds of late spring, carrying dust from the ruins, howled and swirled among the crumbling walls of the Beast Manor.

Shi Feiyang was covered in blood, but when he looked at Lin Ruoxue, the sharpness in his glassy eyes completely disappeared.

His voice carried a barely perceptible weariness as he gently pushed her away: "I'm tired, take a rest!"

The movement seemed casual, but his fingertips lingered a moment longer when they touched her sleeve, as if afraid that the touch might damage something precious. Watching him stagger into the tent, Lin Ruoxue's heart clenched.

She recalled how he had shielded her from the ice dragon's attack with his own flesh and blood during the day; she recalled how he had used his ultimate skills to kill the enemy, his movements as agile as a god, yet he had shown such a vulnerable side to her.

After hesitating for a moment, she also tiptoed into the tent.

In the dim light, Shi Feiyang lay with his eyes closed, his pale face resembling a jade sculpture in the moonlight. She stood quietly for a long time, until she was sure his breathing was steady, before turning to leave, her steps slower than when she arrived, as if she were somewhat reluctant to part.

Back in the tent on Zhuque's back, Lin Ruoxue lay on the soft fox fur blanket, the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of blood lingering around her nose—the scent of Shi Feiyang. She didn't know when, but she found the smell incredibly comforting.

A wave of weariness washed over her, and she drifted off to sleep, her heart filled with unease and longing.

As dusk deepened, a chilly evening breeze swept by.

Shi Feiyang woke up, took out some dry rations and a wine flask from the deerskin bag, and said in a steady voice, "Ruoxue, Zhuque, Baihu, let's have dinner together!"

Lin Ruoxue emerged from the tent and saw him leaning against the broken wall. The moonlight outlined his thin yet resolute profile, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her heart.

Just as the two were sharing food, a faint rustling sound suddenly came from the ground.

From the cracks in the brickwork, tens of thousands of Soul-Devouring Ants surged forth like a black tide. Each one, no bigger than a grain of rice, gleamed with an eerie, ghostly light. Lin Ruoxue's expression changed slightly, but Shi Feiyang quickly shielded her behind him. With a long arm, he lifted her and the White Tiger, gently tossing them into the tent on the Vermilion Bird's back: "Don't be afraid! I'm here!" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a reassuring firmness.

Then, his body radiated a crystal-clear jade-colored light, and he activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions: Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm.

In an instant, the chill spread like a tangible entity. The moment the Soul-Devouring Ants came into contact with this cold air, they were all frozen to the ground, maintaining their ferocious, menacing posture.

However, the crisis was not over.

In the distance, the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer. Led by their instructor Chen Qian, the remaining forces of Lin Family Fortress pressed in like a dark cloud. Behind them, the cold glint of the Blood Droplets flickered in the twilight.

A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and his aura suddenly changed, with the silver light of the Heavenly Silkworm Technique flowing around his body.

He drew his butcher knife, the strange patterns on its back shimmering in the moonlight. Then, with his left hand, he unleashed the powerful palm strikes of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, while his right hand wielded the eerie blade shadows of the "Three Talents of the Strange Gates Knife Technique," charging forward like a war god.

"Today, I'll show you the consequences of offending the Beggars' Sect—they will punish you no matter how far you are!" His voice echoed through the night, making everyone's eardrums ache. Lin Ruoxue, peering through the tent's gaps, gazed at Shi Feiyang's bloodied and battling figure, her heart overflowing with emotion and gratitude. She had once thought "Xiang Tiange" was just a glib-tongued liar; but now, she finally understood that this man had used his own body to build a safe barrier for her. She gripped her longsword tightly, silently vowing in her heart: Next time, I will protect you.

Before her, swords clashed and blood flowed freely. Yet, amidst this brutal slaughter, two hearts unknowingly drew closer and closer!

The late spring breeze, carrying the scent of blood, swept through the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor. Shi Feiyang, with his silver hair stained with blood, faced the surging remnants of the Lin Family Fortress with a sneer of unruly arrogance.

In the darkness, his glassy eyes gleamed with an eerie golden light. He gently stroked the strange patterns on the back of the butcher's knife and said loudly, "Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, I'll show you that even without the Beggar Clan's Dog-Beating Stick, this butcher's knife can still slay all demons and monsters!"

Before the words were even finished, three blood-dripping droplets pierced the air. This unique hidden weapon of the Sticky Rod was shaped like a birdcage; the sound of steel chains cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, and the cold light inside the cage shimmered with a poisoned, eerie blue.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, unleashing the mysterious lightness skill of "hiding one's body and name," his figure moving like a ghost through the ruins.

As the blood-dripping guillotine drew near, Shi Feiyang raised both palms, their silver light blazing brightly. The silkworm silk, like a serpent emerging from its hole, instantly wrapped around the steel chain.

"You want to take my head? You're a hundred years too early!" Shi Feiyang roared, channeling his inner strength into the Heavenly Silkworm Silk.

With a sharp "crack," the poisoned steel chain was snapped, and the flying guillotine exploded with poisonous smoke as it hit the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang lunged forward, gripping the butcher's knife, and unleashed the "Tianxuan Zhuandou" technique of the Qimen Sancai swordplay. Seven sword shadows were hidden in the direction of the Big Dipper. As the sword light passed, two Lin Family Fort disciples were cleaved into four pieces, along with their swords. Blood splattered on his pale face, adding to his grim appearance.

"Kill this little beggar!" Chen Qian roared, brandishing his sword, as eighteen black-clad swordsmen leaped out from behind him.

The leader was none other than the "Seven Black Wind Fiends," former outcasts of the Huashan Sect. The seven men's longswords were wrapped in black qi, which was the Huashan Sect's "Spirit-Piercing Sword Technique."

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded. When the sword attack reached him, the silkworm silk that he spat out from his palm suddenly grew to three zhang long, covering everyone like a fishing net.

He unleashed the ultimate move of the Heavenly Silkworm Skill, "Heavenly Silkworm Locking Meridians," and wherever the silver light flashed, all of the Seven Fiends' acupoints were sealed.

To their horror, they discovered that their internal energy was gushing out like water bursting from a dam, and their meridians were cracking and popping under the strangulation of the silkworm silk. In an instant, the seven men became seven desiccated corpses, their skin wrinkled like that of a centenarian, their eyes sunken, their deaths gruesome.

Chen Qian's expression changed drastically, and he thrust his long sword into Shi Feiyang's "Shanzhong acupoint".

Shi Feiyang sneered and unleashed the "Dragon Fights in the Wild" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with his left hand, his powerful palm force pressing down like a tidal wave.

Chen Qian's sword momentum was instantly broken, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into three stone pillars.

Before he could land, Shi Feiyang had already pounced on him, his butcher knife unleashing a powerful "Earth-Splitting Kunyuan" strike. As the blade fell, Chen Qian was cut in half at the waist before he could even scream, his internal organs spilling onto the ground.

However, the enemy continued to surge in like a tide. This time, they were experts from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, twelve strong men wielding fine steel maces, each over a foot long, with poisonous dragon nails embedded in the maces' heads.

Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes gleamed with a cold light, his true energy surged, and the halo created by his butcher knife absorbed all the moonlight.

He unleashed the move "Escape into the Void," his figure appearing and disappearing amidst the flashing blades, as seven blade shadows simultaneously attacked the twelve people.

The spiked club clashed with the blade, sparks flying everywhere.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang raised his left palm, and a silkworm silkworm thread shot out from his palm. The silver thread was as fast as lightning and went straight for the acupoints on the enemy's wrist. Although the Vajra Sect master had thick skin and flesh, he could not withstand the strangeness of the silkworm silkworm skill. The moment his wrist was wrapped by the silver thread, his internal energy was blocked and severed.

Shi Feiyang pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes and blade attacks, including "Slaying the Mortal World" and "Breaking the Universe." In an instant, twelve corpses lay scattered in pools of blood, their severed limbs strewn across the ground.

At this moment, the true masters of the Sticky Pole Bureau finally appeared. Three gray-clad men slowly walked over the corpses of their companions, each holding three bone-piercing nails in their hands. The nails shone with an eerie purple hue—they were actually made from the "Marrow of Ten Thousand Poisons" of the Five Poisons Sect.

Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, the sound so loud it hurt everyone's eardrums: "Well done! Hehe! I am still the ancestor of the Five Poisons Sect! You dog thieves, you dare to use such petty tricks to be presumptuous in front of your ancestor, you dog thieves are just asking for death! I never show mercy to my blade, hmph!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill, his figure as light and graceful as willow catkins.

The seemingly fierce attacks of the bone-piercing nails were skillfully redirected by his technique, instead piercing into the bodies of the Lin Family Fort disciples.

Before the gray-clad men could react, the silkworm silk that Shi Feiyang spat out from his palm had already wrapped around their throats. Then, he swung his knife and slashed, sending three heads flying into the air, with blood spurting more than three feet high.

Lin Ruoxue hid in the tent on Zhuque's back, watching the breathtaking battle through the cracks. Shi Feiyang's bloodied figure, bathed in moonlight, resembled a war god descending. Every swing of his sword, every palm strike, carried an aura of unparalleled dominance.

Watching him fight against a group of enemies single-handedly, Lin Ruoxue's heart beat faster involuntarily, and a feeling she had never experienced before quietly grew in her heart.

In the ruins, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, his crystal eyes gleaming with a chilling light. He gripped his butcher's knife tightly, surveying the remaining enemies, and coldly said, "Who else? Come and die!"

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, sending chills down the spines of the remaining enemies.

Dusk, like congealed blood, spread over the ruins of the Beast Manor. The rusty copper bells swayed in the foul wind, emitting a mournful sound.

Shi Feiyang leaned against a half-charred beam, wiping his butcher knife. The Qimen Dunjia runes engraved on the back of the blade gleamed eerily under the blood moon. Suddenly, a muffled thunderous roar came from underground. Chen Qian stood atop the broken wall, laughing wildly. With a wave of his bronze command flag, countless armored rhinoceroses burst forth from the earth, crushing the paving stones.

These ferocious beasts were over ten feet tall, their bodies covered in bronze armor, the tips of their horns coated with dark green venom that gleamed eerily in the moonlight. The lead giant rhinoceros roared to the sky, its powerful cry shaking the surrounding area, even causing the wings of the Vermilion Bird where Lin Ruoxue was hiding to tremble slightly.

"Little beggar, come and taste the power of my Ten Thousand Beasts Formation!" Chen Qian's voice was full of pride. "Each rhinoceros has drunk the blood and sweat of a hundred people, and wherever it treads, not a blade of grass grows!"

Shi Feiyang's crystal-clear eyes suddenly flashed with a cold, electric light. The silkworm silk in his palm moved like a silver dragon, twisting the surrounding air with a piercing, sharp sound: "Chen Qian, do you think you can contend with heaven and earth just by controlling these beasts?"

He lightly touched the broken tiles with his toes, his figure turning into a blur, the "Heavenly Dipper Turning" slash of his butcher's knife even carrying the light of the Big Dipper. "Today I will show you the butcher's knife of my Beggars' Sect leader, which can not only slay all the villains of the martial world, but also cut open the scales of this beast's rebellion!"

The blade clashed with the rhinoceros armor, sparks flying like fireflies.

Using the momentum, Shi Feiyang leaped onto the rhinoceros's back. He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Ice Soul Cold Prison". Wherever his palm touched, the bronze armor was instantly covered with spiderweb-like ice patterns.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qian hurriedly waved his command flag, and the beasts surged like a black tide, the poisonous mist brought by the rhinoceros horn turning the moonlight a ghastly green.

"Be careful, Chief Xiang!" Lin Ruoxue's exclamation was drowned out by the roar of the beast. Shi Feiyang's true energy surged, and the halo formed by his butcher knife absorbed all the poisonous mist. He used the move "Human Escape from the Void" and seven knife shadows tore through the night at the same time. Amidst the flying armor pieces, black blood poured down like a torrential rain.

He stood suspended in mid-air, stepping on the rhinoceros's carcass, his voice booming like a bell echoing through the ruins: "Chen Qian, the beasts you have raised are nothing but lambs to the slaughter!" Chen Qian's face was contorted with rage as he bit his tongue, spitting out a mist of blood laced with runes.

The veins bulged beneath the skin of the beasts, their speed increased several times over, and the ground trembled like a drum under their iron hooves.

Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, his laughter making the copper bells hum: "A death throes? Watch how my Heavenly Silkworm Technique will tear out its tendons and sever its veins!"

The silkworm silk he spat out from his left palm transformed into thousands of silver threads, piercing through the rhinoceros armor and striking the vital points. The entangled beast stiffened like a stone sculpture, and the sound of bones shattering came from its body.

When the last rhinoceros crashed to the ground, Chen Qian staggered backward, his command flag soaked with cold sweat.

Shi Feiyang slowly approached, stepping over the splattered entrails, his glassy eyes reflecting the other's terrified face: "Shall we continue?"

His butcher knife lifted Chen Qian's chin, the strange patterns on the back of the blade pressing down on his throat, making a creaking sound. "Where is the Longevity Sword Manual hidden? Don't wait until I personally dig open this filthy carcass!"

Chen Qian suddenly grinned maliciously, poisonous mist spraying from between his teeth: "Dream on! I am the ghost..."

Before he could finish speaking, the silkworm silk that Shi Feiyang spat out from his left palm had already pierced through his seven orifices, and the silver threads outlined terrifying veins under his skin.

"You're a ghost?" Shi Feiyang sneered, his inner force surging in like a tidal wave. "I'll make you wish you were dead!" Chen Qian's skin withered at a visible speed, his eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and he eventually turned into a twisted, dried-up corpse, his mouth gaping open in the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang flicked the blood off his knife and looked up at the rising full moon.

The bronze bells of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor were still ringing, but now they were silent. The Vermilion Bird carried Lin Ruoxue as it flew over. The beautiful girl looked at his blood-soaked yet upright figure and suddenly felt that this figure was more dazzling than the bright moon and more majestic than the mountains.

Lin Ruoxue finally put aside her doubts and threw herself into his arms: "So what you were looking for was never the sword manual, but a dream that had lasted for two hundred years!"

The Manor of Ten Thousand Beasts collapsed amidst raging flames.

As dawn broke through the clouds, it gilded the ruins of the Beast Manor with a golden edge.

Shi Feiyang gently embraced Lin Ruoxue's soft, boneless body with his long arms.

The jasmine scent in the beautiful girl's black hair mingled with the gunpowder smell on his body, creating a unique gentleness in the morning breeze.

Shi Feiyang's glassy eyes reflected the rising sun, yet they shone even brighter than the morning light, for they were filled with her reflection.

Lin Ruoxue's fingers unconsciously caressed Shi Feiyang's waist, but failed to touch the mysterious deerskin pouch that mortals could neither see nor touch. She raised her eyes, which seemed to sparkle with a thousand stars, and asked softly, with curiosity and a hint of reproach, "Just how many unknown secrets do you hide on your waist?" However, this tender atmosphere was quickly broken by the rapid sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Amidst the billowing dust, dozens of riders swept in like a black torrent. The leader, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit, had a Qing Dynasty palace badge hanging at his waist that gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Shi Feiyang's pupils suddenly contracted, and the silkworm threads emanating from his palm began to emit a ghostly, cold light, like lurking silver snakes, ready to strike at any moment.

"The Qing Palace experts that villain Chen Qian contacted have arrived." His voice was deep and firm, revealing an unquestionable authority. "You go ahead and wait for me at Snow Eagle Fortress." As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly picked up Lin Ruoxue, his movements hurried but extremely careful, as if afraid of hurting her. Then he gently placed her in the tent on the back of the Vermilion Bird.

The white tiger seemed to understand human nature, leaping up and landing steadily on the vermilion bird's back, faithfully guarding the tent.

"Tiange, I won't leave!" Lin Ruoxue rushed out of the tent, her voice trembling with tears welling up in her eyes.

The cry of "Heavenly Song" resounded like a thunderclap in Shi Feiyang's heart. He turned his head, a gentle and sweet smile curving his lips. The bloodshed and turmoil of the martial world, the impending life-or-death battle, all seemed insignificant at this moment, not as important as her call.

Lin Ruoxue was once wary of him, her words "liar" filled with disgust; later, "Master Xiang" was a distant respect, while "Brother Xiang" showed more intimacy and dependence.

Now, a cry of "Heavenly Song" is filled with deep affection and is a firm promise to share life and death.

In just one day and night, their hearts drew closer and closer amidst the clash of swords and the shadows of war, their emotions surging like a tidal wave, advancing by leaps and bounds.

Shi Feiyang gripped the butcher's knife tightly, turned around to face the fierce Qing Dynasty warriors, and his glassy eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

But deep in his heart, he silently vowed: no matter how many difficulties and dangers lay ahead, he would protect her and live to keep their promise at Snow Eagle Fortress. As for Lin Ruoxue, watching his bloodied and battered figure, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, and she also secretly vowed: once this battle was over, she would definitely join hands with him and venture into this world of chivalry and vengeance together.

Dust suddenly rose from the northern horizon, and thirty-six knights clad in iron armor approached like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. The leader, a man in gray, had a golden eagle token hanging from his waist, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He was Wu Liang, a first-class guard of the Qing Palace's Imperial Guard.

Wu Liang reined in his horse and stopped, his gaze sweeping darkly over Shi Feiyang's blood-stained, tattered clothes: "Beggar Clan leader Xiang Tiange? I thought he was some kind of three-headed, six-armed monster, but he's just a ragged beggar!"

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a cold smile, the Heavenly Silkworm Silk already subtly flowing in his palm: "Want my head for a reward? Ask my butcher's knife if it'll allow it first!" Before his words even finished, twelve blood-dripping darts pierced the air, the leather-wrapped ring blades drawing deadly arcs in the morning mist—the "Thirteen Deadly Techniques" secretly passed down by the Sticky Rod Bureau. He lightly touched the broken monument with his toes, his figure flashing across the water like a startled swan.

With a flick of his wrists, he unleashed the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" divine skill, the silken threads from his palms transforming into crisscrossing silver strands that wove a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array in mid-air. With a clang, the steel chains of the Blood Droplets were completely entangled by the silver threads. As Wu Liang's pupils constricted, these deadly weapons reversed course, attacking their controller. The twelve guards didn't even have time to scream before their own hidden weapons pierced their throats, blood splattering onto their grey robes, blooming into eerie red plum blossoms. "A brilliant use of leverage!" Wu Liang roared, waving his command flag rapidly.

The remaining twenty-four people spread out in the nine palaces and eight trigrams, their soft swords at their waists gleaming coldly, which turned out to be the Wudang "Two Elements Sword Technique".

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded. With his left hand, he unleashed the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The palm force roared out like a crimson dragon, cracking the blue bricks wherever it passed. With his right hand, he wielded the Qimen Three Talents Saber Technique. The Qimen Dunjia runes engraved on the back of the saber glowed with a ghostly light. He used the "Tianxuan Turning the Dipper" move, his saber speed fluctuating, subtly revealing the changing positions of the Big Dipper.

Immediately afterwards, he leaped up and unleashed a move called "Flying Dragon in the Sky," his palm strike transforming into a giant dragon phantom that sent the three experts flying backward.

Before they even landed, the silkworm threads that Shi Feiyang spat out from his palm had already pierced through the major acupoints on their bodies. The guards felt their internal energy rushing back like water from a burst dam, their internal organs bursting with a teeth-grinding sound as they were strangled by the true energy, and black blood seeping from their seven orifices at the same time.

Seeing this, Wu Liang bit his tongue and spat out fresh blood, unleashing the evil Western Region technique, "Blood River Technique."

In an instant, the bloodstains on the ground turned into a raging torrent, and a foul stench swept over us.

Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the morning mist: "Evil arts? Watch how I defeat evil with righteousness!" He activated the Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness Ice Soul Cold Prison", and the cold air around him transformed into a hundred-foot ice shield. The blood wave crashed into the ice wall and instantly froze, and thousands of ice crystals flew back like a rainstorm.

Wu Liang parried with his sword, but Shi Feiyang had already closed in. With a flick of his palms, he used the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" divine skill again. Wu Liang's sword suddenly changed direction and pierced straight into his heart.

He stared wide-eyed at the sword blade in front of his chest: "You... are you a human or a ghost..." Before he could finish speaking, the silkworm silk that Shi Feiyang spat out from his palm had already wrapped around his throat. The moment the internal energy was injected, his skin quickly withered and turned into a hunched and dried-up corpse in the blink of an eye.

The remaining guards were terrified and turned to flee.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure moving like a ghost among the enemy ranks. The silkworm silk that he spat out from his left palm was like a snake emerging from its hole, either locking throats and sealing acupoints, or severing meridians; the pig-slaughtering knife flashed coldly, and he used moves such as "Earth Shattering Kunyuan" and "Human Escape from the Void" one after another.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, thirty-six Qing Dynasty experts lay sprawled in pools of blood, their severed limbs scattered all over the ground, a scene of extreme horrific carnage.

Shi Feiyang sheathed his sword and stood up, looking up at Lin Ruoxue on the back of the Vermilion Bird. The beautiful girl had already leaped down, her skirt covered in dust but her beauty undiminished.

When their eyes met, a thousand words were left unsaid.

The distant howls of wolves echoed through the air. Lin Ruoxue gripped his hand tightly: "Tiange, this martial world..."

"With you here, what is there to fear in the dangers of the martial world?" Shi Feiyang gripped her soft hand, his glassy eyes reflecting the rising sun. "Let's go to Snow Eagle Fortress for a cup of hot tea." The two walked hand in hand, riding the Vermilion Bird and carrying the White Tiger, disappearing into the distance, leaving only the corpses scattered on the ground, gradually cooling in the morning light. (End of Chapter)