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

As night deepened, Luoyang finally returned to peace. Shi Feiyang stood atop the city wall, gazing at the still-burning beacon fires in the distance, his smooth skin gleaming with unwavering resolve in the moonlight. Tieguai Li and Master Wuran stepped forward to greet him with their congratulations.

"Master, your 'Beating the Dog's Head' move is truly exquisite," Tieguai Li exclaimed. "I admire you to the core."

Shi Feiyang waved his hand and sighed, "Alas! Although Li Zhu'er is dead, An Lushan is still alive. Who knows when the wars in this world will end?"

He turned to look westward, his eyes filled with worry, and then decisively said, "Pass down the order: Beggars' Sect disciples, immediately prepare your troops and follow me straight to Tongguan. We must cut off An Lushan's supply lines before he can reach us."

"Yes!" Tieguai Li accepted the order and left.

Master Wuran clasped his hands together and said, “Amitabha, well said! Well said! Chief Shi single-handedly repelled an army of ten thousand, truly a great hero, for the country and the people. We, the disciples of Shaolin, are willing to follow the Chief until the world is at peace.”

Shi Feiyang nodded, patted Master Wuran on the shoulder, and said with concern, "I am very grateful for your help, Master. However, the journey in the martial world is long, so I hope you will take good care of yourself." After saying that, he turned and looked eastward.

The rising sun slowly bathed his fair skin in a golden hue.

"The world is a long and winding road," he murmured to himself, "but as long as I have a breath left, I will not let this chaotic world continue."

Having said that, he gripped the dog-beating stick in his hand and gazed resolutely into the distance.

The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the majestic city walls of Tongguan. Shi Feiyang sat atop the Vermilion Bird, his glassy skin shimmering with an icy blue light in the twilight, like a glass war god walking between heaven and earth.

Behind him, elite disciples of the Beggars' Sect, holding dog-beating sticks and with broken bowls hanging from their waists, stood in neat rows, their footsteps causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"Chief, Tongguan is just ahead!" Tieguai Li leaned on his iron staff, his voice tinged with seriousness, and reported, "Scouts report that An Lushan's main force has already set up camp outside the pass, and there are also a large number of foreign soldiers mixed in among them!"

Shi Feiyang reined in Zhuque, his glassy eyes gazing at the distant, sprawling camps, where the Tibetan yak flags, the Uyghur wolf-head flags, and An Lushan's "Yan" character flags fluttered in the distance.

"Just as I thought," he sneered, a wisp of ice crystal forming at his fingertips, and said angrily, "The Heavenly Wolf Guard has indeed colluded with foreign forces, attempting to overthrow my Great Tang Dynasty!" Before he finished speaking, the gates of Tongguan suddenly swung open.

Amidst the billowing dust, a general rode out on horseback; it was none other than Cui Qianyou, An Lushan's most formidable general.

This man, wielding a massive axe, with a face as black as a pot and a voice as booming as a bell, demanded, "Are you Shi Feiyang of the Beggars' Sect? My lord has long admired your name and has specially ordered me to come and learn from your skills!" Shi Feiyang floated down from the back of the Vermilion Bird, his emerald green Dog-Beating Staff gleaming coldly in his palm, and advised, "General Cui, we are both subjects of the Great Tang Dynasty. Why should we aid the wicked and become lackeys of foreign tribes?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Qianyou laughed loudly and roared, "Shi Feiyang, stop with your sweet talk! The rise and fall of the world is determined by fate, how dare you, a beggar from the Beggar Clan, interfere? Take this!" With that, he swung his mountain-splitting axe with immense force, aiming straight for Shi Feiyang's head.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, a faint layer of icy mist rising from his glassy skin, a sign that his Mingyu Gong had reached the "Supreme Forgetfulness of the Ice Soul Cold Prison" realm. With a flick of his palms, he used the "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill, causing Cui Qianyou's mountain-splitting axe to deflect the attack.

Shi Feiyang sneered, "What brute force! It's a pity you lack skill!" The dog-beating stick in his hand transformed into a green rainbow as he used the move "Stick to Pick Up the Mangy Dog" to strike Cui Qianyou's wrist.

Cui Qianyou reacted extremely quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the axe blade drew a strange arc in the air, deflecting the dog-beating stick. At the same time, he yanked the reins, causing the warhorse to rear up and kick Shi Feiyang in the face with its hooves.

This move, though seemingly clumsy, actually contains a hidden secret: it combines the horsemanship of the Turkic wolf guards with the fighting skills of the Tibetan warriors.

Shi Feiyang lightly touched the ground with his toes, using the mysterious lightness skill of "Concealing One's Body and Name". His figure floated back like a ghost, avoiding the horse's hooves. At the same time, he used the Dog-Beating Stick to perform the move "Vicious Dog Blocks the Road", directly sealing Cui Qianyou's lower body.

Cui Qianyou roared, sweeping his massive axe horizontally, creating a gust of wind that sent rubble flying into the air, forming a stone wall that blocked the path of the Dog-Beating Stick. Shi Feiyang sneered, "Interesting," a glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he changed his move, using the "Pushing the Dog to the Sky" technique to strike the stone wall. "Crack!" The stone wall shattered, sending shards flying. One of the shards struck the foreleg of Cui Qianyou's horse.

The warhorse, in pain, let out a mournful neigh, knelt down, and threw Cui Qianyou to the ground.

As soon as Cui Qianyou landed, deafening shouts of battle suddenly erupted all around him.

An Lushan's main army surged in like a tidal wave, interspersed with countless foreign soldiers dressed in strange costumes: Tibetan heavy cavalrymen wore yak armor and wielded long-handled maces; Uyghur light cavalrymen drew their bows and nocked arrows, the fletchings coated with a strange blue poison; and there were also the Heavenly Wolf Guard assassins, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, wielding wolf-head short blades, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Shi Feiyang, taste the might of my Ten Thousand Army Alliance!" An Lushan's voice came from the formation. He was dressed in a magnificent dragon robe and wore a towering crown. He sat on a chariot drawn by eight white horses and said arrogantly, "This world should be occupied by the strong. The fate of the Tang Dynasty has run out. Shi Feiyang, if you submit to me, you will be granted a title of nobility!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang was furious and laughed, "An Lushan, you traitorous scoundrel, you collude with foreign tribes and betray your country, yet you still have the nerve to talk about destiny? Today, I will represent all the people of the world to cleanse this house!" With that, he activated his Mingyu Gong, and his glassy skin instantly became as transparent as ice, refracting the surrounding sunlight to form a dazzling light curtain.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang shouted, "Beggar Clan disciples, follow me to break the formation!" Holding the Dog-Beating Stick, he was the first to charge into the enemy formation.

He unleashed his most exquisite move, "No Dogs Under Heaven," wielding his dog-beating stick with impenetrable force, leaving shadows of the stick in all directions. Wherever it passed, enemy soldiers fell to the ground, either dead or wounded. Seeing this, the Beggars' Sect disciples were greatly encouraged and unleashed their best skills, engaging in fierce combat with the enemy.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang suddenly felt a familiar, chilling aura.

He looked up and saw a group of Sky Wolf Guard assassins surrounding a figure wearing a wolf-skin cloak. It was none other than Ashina Gudulu, the chief altar master of the Sky Wolf Guard whom he had killed in the Central Plains!
This person was not dead; on the contrary, his strength had greatly increased, and he was surrounded by black mist, making him appear extremely eerie.

"Shi Feiyang, how have you been?" The Wolf Lord's voice was like the howling of ten thousand ghosts, filled with resentment and malice. He said viciously, "Last time you managed to escape by luck, but this time, let's see where you can run to!" With that, he waved the wolf-headed scepter in his hand, the ruby ​​at the top of the scepter flashing with an eerie red light, and the surrounding foreign soldiers immediately became even more ferocious.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply, and the icy patterns on his fair skin instantly spread. He exclaimed in sudden realization, "So you are the true leader of the Ten Thousand Army Alliance! An Lushan is nothing but a pawn in your hands!"

"Hahahaha! Shi Feiyang, you're clever!" The Wolf Lord laughed wildly, then said mockingly, "That's right, all of this is a conspiracy by my Heavenly Wolf Guard! We colluded with the Tibetans and Uyghurs to make your Great Tang besieged on both sides and never have a peaceful day! Shi Feiyang, prepare to die!" With that, he leaped up, and the wolf-headed scepter, with a sharp whistling sound, pierced straight for Shi Feiyang's heart.

Shi Feiyang dared not be negligent. He quickly used the Dog-Beating Stick to defend himself and used the move "Mother Dog Protects Her Cub" to block the wolf master's attack.

The two exchanged blows, locked in combat. The Wolf Lord's martial arts were unpredictable and strange, each strike carrying a chilling aura, while Shi Feiyang's Dog-Beating Staff Technique combined strength and gentleness, along with the vortex suction of the Mingyu Skill, and he was not at a disadvantage.

After fighting for over a hundred rounds, the Wolf Lord suddenly let out a sharp howl, and the surrounding Wolf Guard assassins went berserk, detonating the poison sacs on their bodies. Green smoke spread out, forming a huge wolf head phantom that pounced on Shi Feiyang.

This is precisely the forbidden technique of the Heavenly Wolf Guard—"Ten Thousand Wolves Devour the Heart!"

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang knew that this move was extremely vicious. Even with the Mingyu Skill protecting him, he would still be seriously injured if he were hit.

He took a deep breath and circulated his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," making his crystal-clear skin more transparent than ever before, like white ice shrouded in icy mist. At the same time, he unleashed the ultimate martial art recorded in the Tai Xuan Jing—"Dragon Subduing Tiger Palm!"

In an instant, the phantom images of nine golden dragons and nine fierce tigers flew out from Shi Feiyang's body, roaring as they charged towards the wolf-head phantom. The sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls resounded throughout the heavens and earth, colliding with the wolf-head phantom and producing a deafening roar.

Golden, white, and green light intertwined, forming a massive energy vortex that engulfed all the surrounding enemy forces.

Upon seeing this, the wolf lord's expression changed drastically. He tried to retreat, but Shi Feiyang held him tightly.

Shi Feiyang shouted, "Do you still want to escape?" He then unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill! Red light surged from his fingertips, and the Wolf Lord immediately vomited blood, quickly emptying his body. His body shrank rapidly, eventually turning into a dried-up corpse, and the wolf-head scepter in his hand shattered into pieces.

With the death of the Wolf Lord, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Armies crumbled instantly. Seeing the dire situation, the Tibetan and Uyghur armies retreated hastily, and An Lushan's main force was also routed. Shi Feiyang stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the icy patterns on his smooth skin gradually fading, restoring its warm luster. Watching the fleeing enemy, he suddenly burst into loud laughter, his laughter filled with the joy and triumph of victory.

"Our leader is mighty!" Upon seeing this, the Beggars' Sect disciples all knelt down and bowed, their voices filled with admiration.

Shi Feiyang waved his hand, walked to the city wall, and gazed at the gradually subsiding flames of war in the distance. His fair skin shone with a resolute light in the setting sun. Tieguai Li and Master Wuran came forward to congratulate him.

"Master, you are truly a divine being!" Tieguai Li exclaimed. "In my entire life, I have never witnessed such a magnificent battle!"

Shi Feiyang smiled slightly, patted Tieguai Li on the shoulder, and said modestly, "This is not the achievement of Shi alone, but the result of the joint efforts of all the people of the martial arts world." He turned to Master Wuran and said, "Next, we must destroy the Tongguan secret passage, otherwise, if they pass through Tongguan through the secret passage, Chang'an will be doomed."

Master Wuran clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent! Chief Shi is a great hero, serving the country and the people. This humble monk admires him greatly. This humble monk and all the Shaolin disciples will obey Chief Shi's orders!"

Shi Feiyang nodded, looking eastward. The rising sun was slowly bathing his fair skin in golden light. "The journey through the martial world is long," he murmured to himself, "but as long as there is a place where I am needed, I will not stop."

The setting sun, like blood, painted the city walls of Tongguan with a desolate beauty. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the Vermilion Bird's feathers with his toes and gracefully landed at the forefront of the Beggars' Sect disciples. His fair skin shimmered with a warm light in the twilight, like it was carved from the finest white jade. He gazed at the familiar figure at the entrance of the secret passage ahead, his heart trembling violently. His hand gripped the emerald green Dog-Beating Staff tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Amitabha! Well done! Well done!" Master Wuran, holding his Zen staff, stood beside Shi Feiyang, chanting sutras incessantly, trying to dispel the murderous aura that permeated the world.

Tieguai Li gripped his iron staff tightly and ordered in a deep voice, "Beggar Clan disciples, form a battle formation! Follow me to break through the enemy lines, join the Shaolin monks, and guard the entrance to the secret passage!"

In an instant, the Beggars' Sect disciples, wielding their dog-beating sticks and striking the ground with broken bowls, created a clanging sound that blended into a stirring melody of the "Qin King's Battle Song." This music, filled with the heroic spirit of going into battle, invigorated everyone present. At the same time, the battle cries of An Lushan's rebel army mingled with the howls of the Heavenly Wolf Guard, echoing throughout the land, making one's eardrums ache.

Shi Feiyang led the Beggars' Sect disciples forward like a tidal wave, his gaze fixed on the figure at the entrance of the secret passage—Li Muxue, dressed in a Turkic battle skirt and holding a wolf-headed command flag, her figure still graceful, yet shrouded in a chilling aura.

Behind her, three thousand wolf riders stood in neat rows, pushing a giant battering ram, pounding against the city gate with a series of thuds. Each impact made the earth tremble, and bricks and stones on the city gate kept falling off.

"Shi Feiyang!" Li Muxue's voice trembled amidst the flames of war, carrying a barely perceptible sob, yet filled with resentment. She said sadly, "We were husband and wife, but our paths were destined to diverge. Why force me to this?"

Her gaze fell on Shi Feiyang, whose glassy skin shone brightly in the firelight, just like when they first met. Only now, his eyes held a touch of coldness and determination.

Shi Feiyang felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. Her blood-stained battle dress was reflected in his glassy eyes, and the glaring red seemed to pierce into his heart.

He asked in a trembling voice, "That day atop Mount Tai, did you have even a shred of sincerity?"

He had kept these words hidden in his heart for a long time, and now he finally asked them, his voice filled with anticipation and unease. Upon hearing this, Li Muxue's body trembled violently, and she almost dropped the wolf-head command flag in her hand.

She stared blankly at Shi Feiyang, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—pain, struggle, and a touch of lingering affection.

But in an instant, that warmth was covered by coldness.

"Sincerity?" She suddenly gave a bitter laugh, mockingly saying, "In the training of the Sky Wolf Guard, sincerity is the most useless thing." Without further hesitation, she waved her command flag and shouted sharply, "Wolf Riders, listen to my command! Kill!"

In an instant, three thousand wolf riders surged forward like a tidal wave, their hooves thundering, shaking the very earth.

Wielding curved swords, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism, they charged straight at Shi Feiyang and his companions.

Shi Feiyang roared, "Those who offend my Great Tang, though far away, shall be punished! Kill!" His figure leaped into the air like a startled swan, unleashing the move "No Dogs Under Heaven"!
The emerald green dog-beating stick danced in his hands with such skill that it was impenetrable, forming a dense, impenetrable shadow.

At the same time, the three hundred Beggars' Sect disciples struck the ground with an even more rapid rhythm, and the melody of "Qin King's Battle Song" grew increasingly stirring. The shadows of the sticks, the gleam of the bowls, and the gusts of wind from the sticks converged into a massive vortex, sweeping towards the surging wolf riders.

A series of cracking sounds rang out as the leading wolf riders, along with their horses, were swept into the vortex and instantly shredded, their flesh and blood flying everywhere in a gruesome scene. Undeterred, the wolf riders continued their relentless charge.

Seeing the heavy losses suffered by the wolf riders, a ruthless glint flashed in Li Muxue's eyes. She bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist condensed in mid-air into a hideous wolf head phantom, emitting a strong smell of blood and an eerie aura.

"Shi Feiyang, taste the Heavenly Wolf Guard's 'Blood Sacrifice Technique'!" she hissed, her voice filled with venom. Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and his Mingyu Gong instantly activated to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," his glassy skin becoming transparent as ice, radiating a chilling aura. Facing the oncoming blood-mist wolf head, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed the "Transferring Flowers and Receiving Jade" divine skill with both palms.

The blood-mist wolf head came into contact with the vortex's suction force and immediately stopped moving forward. Then, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath and absorbed all the blood mist into his body. He could feel the evil power contained in the blood mist raging within his body, but the internal energy of the Mingyu Gong was like a vast ocean, quickly assimilating and dissolving it.

Shi Feiyang let out a low shout: "The bond between husband and wife is broken!" Suddenly, he unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill! A burst of red light erupted from his fingertips, and an invisible force rushed towards Li Muxue. Li Muxue felt a powerful suction, as if the blood in her body was being drained. Her face instantly turned deathly pale, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her body was involuntarily sent flying backward.

Shi Feiyang felt a sharp pain in his heart as he watched Li Muxue fly backward.

He recalled the moments he shared with her atop Mount Tai, the sweetness and warmth they had once shared. Even knowing she was a member of the Heavenly Wolf Guard, even knowing she was his adversary, how could he so easily sever the bond of their marriage?

He instinctively tried to withdraw his palm strike, but the "Evil Blood Calamity" had already been activated. How could he simply withdraw it? He could only watch helplessly as Li Muxue's body rapidly withered in mid-air, eventually collapsing at the entrance of the secret passage, clutching half of a broken wolf head token tightly in her hand.

Li Muxue lay on the ground, her body curled up in a shriveled shape, like a monkey that had been drained of all its moisture. Her eyes were still open, staring at Shi Feiyang, and there seemed to be a trace of complex emotions remaining in them, including resentment, regret, and perhaps a faint trace of longing.

Shi Feiyang slowly walked to her side, squatted down, and gently closed her eyes.

His hands trembled slightly, and a faint sadness seemed to veil his smooth skin. Despite his resolute actions in the battle, the pain in his heart was hard to conceal. "Sigh..." Shi Feiyang sighed softly, his voice filled with weariness and sorrow.

He stood up, gazing at the smoke and fire before him, at the corpses strewn everywhere, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Chief..." Tieguai Li walked to his side and said softly, "The main force of the Heavenly Wolf Guard has been defeated by us, and An Lushan's rebel army has also suffered heavy casualties. The entrance to the secret passage has been secured." Shi Feiyang nodded but did not speak. His gaze was fixed on the distance, where the flames of war still raged.

"Pass down the order," Shi Feiyang's voice was a little hoarse, but still carried a trace of authority, and he said decisively, "Clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, strengthen defenses, and prevent the rebels from counterattacking."

"Yes!" Tieguai Li responded and left.

Master Wuran walked to Shi Feiyang's side, put his palms together, and said, "Amitabha, Chief Shi, the deceased is gone, please accept our condolences. You have done a great service to the people." Shi Feiyang smiled bitterly and did not speak.

It was his wish to rid the people of evil, but who could understand the pain of killing his former lover with his own hands?

He raised his head and gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, his fair skin glowing with a faint reddish light in the sunset.

A moment later, Shi Feiyang came to his senses, picked up the token, and the icy patterns on his fair skin gradually faded. From the secret passage came the cries of An Lushan's rebel army, clearly having fallen into his ambush. He gazed at Li Muxue's gradually cooling body, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed, a laugh filled with sorrow.

"Chief..." Tieguai Li stepped forward, leaning on his cane, but hesitated to speak.

"Pass down the order," Shi Feiyang interrupted him, decisively saying, "Tongguan has fallen, and An Lushan's rebel army is no longer a threat. Beggar Clan disciples, follow me to wipe out the remnants of the Heavenly Wolf Guard and restore peace to the world."

The setting sun was like blood. Shi Feiyang rode the Vermilion Bird, his fair skin gleaming with a resolute light in the sunset. Li Muxue's body was properly buried by the Beggar Clan disciples. The half of the token in her hand merged with the half in Shi Feiyang's arms, but they could no longer piece together a complete wolf's head.

"The journey through the martial world is long," Shi Feiyang murmured to himself, as the Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and flew towards the entrance of the secret passage to Tongguan. "But this bloody storm must eventually be stopped by someone." His voice pierced through the clouds, intertwining with the sound of broken bowls clattering neatly among the Beggar Clan disciples on the walls of Tongguan, echoing for a long time between heaven and earth.

The moonlight was tinged with blood by the beacon fires atop Tongguan Pass. Shi Feiyang lightly touched the Vermilion Bird's feathers with his toes and gracefully landed at the entrance of the secret passage. His glassy skin glowed with an icy blue light in the darkness, illuminating the Turkic wolf head painted on the cave wall with the blood of living people—every bloodline was writhing, clearly an eerie mark maintained by the Heavenly Wolf Guard using the "Heart-Eating Gu".

Tieguai Li's iron staff struck the stone wall, the echo hollow and eerie. He hurriedly warned, "Chief, this secret passage is chillingly cold; it might be a trap." Behind him, the Beggars' Sect disciples held broken bowls, the phosphorescent light within flickering, illuminating countless bats hanging upside down from the cave ceiling, each bat bearing a wolf's head brand on its wing. Shi Feiyang, however, walked straight ahead, his emerald green Dog-Beating Staff gleaming coldly in his palm. He analyzed, "An Lushan's rebel army and the Heavenly Wolf Guard have stockpiled provisions here for ten years. If they open the secret passage to Chang'an, the people of the world will suffer."

He suddenly stopped, his crystal-clear eyes fixed on the ruts on the ground—black ice crystals had formed at the edges of the ruts, the poisonous frost of the Sky Wolf Guard's "Thousand-Mile Soul-Chasing Gu." After walking a hundred paces, the cave wall suddenly opened up, revealing an altar built of white bones. In the center of the altar, three hundred naked prisoners had chains piercing their collarbones, each with a wolf's head totem carved on their chest, their blood flowing down the grooves into the bronze cauldron at the center of the altar.

Inside the cauldron, dark green poison churned, and a Sirius priest clad in a scarlet robe held a bone knife, chanting ancient Turkic incantations.

"Stop!" Shi Feiyang roared, unleashing a move called "Stick to the Mangy Dog" with his dog-beating stick, precisely striking the priest's wrist. The bone knife flew out of his hand, striking the bronze cauldron with a piercing hum, causing rubble to tumble down from the cave ceiling.

The priest raised his head, his face thickly smeared with blood, his eyes burning red, and said viciously, "Shi Feiyang, you've come at the right time! The Heavenly Wolf God is in dire need of a crystal offering!" Before he finished speaking, the three hundred prisoners suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously, their pupils now shaped like wolf eyes, howling as they broke free of their chains and lunged forward. Tieguai Li exclaimed in alarm, "It's the 'Heart-Turning Gu'! They've all become living dead!"

Instead of retreating, Shi Feiyang advanced, channeling his Mingyu Gong to the "Supreme Forgetfulness: Ice Soul Cold Prison," his translucent, glassy skin freezing the approaching undead into ice sculptures. Immediately afterward, he unleashed the "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill! A surge of red light erupted from his fingertips, instantly turning the ice sculptures into blood, revealing the crimson Gu worms coiled within. Suddenly, the stone door behind the altar swung open, and three thousand elite An Lushan rebels, wielding long-handled swords, charged out.

The leading general wore a wolf-head iron helmet, and when he swung his long-handled broadsword, it created a flurry of blade shadows that formed the four characters "Anshi will surely win" in mid-air. This was Li Guiren, the rebel army's most valiant general, whose swordsmanship was so fast that few in the martial arts world could withstand it.

"Well done!" Shi Feiyang roared, his figure flashing to the front of the formation like a startled swan. Li Guiren's Mo Dao was about to strike his head, but it was suddenly pulled away by a vortex of suction force—it was the wonderful use of the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" divine skill.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang pressed forward swiftly, unleashing a move called "Vicious Dog Blocks the Way" with his Dog-Beating Stick, deflecting Li Guiren's broadsword three feet away. At the same time, he struck out with his left palm, hitting Li Guiren squarely in the chest. "Ouch!" Li Guiren screamed and flew backward, his wolf-head iron helmet shattering from the impact.

Seeing this, the elite rebels behind him roared in unison, forming a wall of swords as they advanced.

Shi Feiyang, however, was not afraid at all. He wielded his dog-beating stick with the most exquisite move, "No Dogs Under Heaven." In an instant, the stick flashed in all directions, shattering the wall of knives. The broken swords of the rebel soldiers flew through the air and actually spelled out the four characters "Return My Rivers and Mountains" on the cave ceiling.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the bronze cauldron in the center of the altar suddenly exploded, splattering dark green poison all over the cave walls. A figure draped in a wolf-skin cloak slowly rose from it; it was none other than Ashina Gudulu, the chief altar master of the Heavenly Wolf Guard and the Turkic wolf lord.

He was still alive, holding a wolf-head scepter in his hand, the ruby ​​inlaid on the head of the scepter shimmering with an eerie red light.

This scene truly shocked Shi Feiyang!

"Shi Feiyang, you truly live up to your reputation," the Wolf Lord's voice was like the howling of ten thousand ghosts, then he chuckled coldly, "But do you know that An Lushan is merely a pawn of my Heavenly Wolf Guard? The true purpose of this secret passage is to welcome my 100,000 iron cavalry from the Turks!"

He brandished his scepter, and the wolf-head blood-red patterns on the cave walls suddenly lit up, forming a massive military map marked with the weak points of the Tang Dynasty's border defenses. Shi Feiyang's pupils constricted, and the icy patterns on his fair skin instantly spread. He roared, "You Turkic traitors, you want to collude from within and without to overthrow the Tang Dynasty! Dream on!" He gripped his dog-beating stick, preparing to unleash his strongest attack, when suddenly he felt a familiar fragrance waft towards him—the exotic incense from Li Muxue. Li Muxue emerged from behind the Wolf Lord, holding a short blade, its edge still stained with blood.

"Brother, how have you been?" Her voice carried a strange tenderness as she said sadly, "Unfortunately, you were too late."

Shi Feiyang stared at the wolf head totem on Li Muxue's wrist, his heart trembling. He stammered, "How come you're all still alive? Didn't I kill you all before?" Li Muxue smiled sadly, her short blade suddenly plunging towards Shi Feiyang's heart. She revealed the truth, saying, "Brother, in your next life, don't be a chivalrous hero. Let me tell you, we have countless substitutes because we've cultivated the Illusionary Demon Body Technique! You'll never be our match!"

However, the moment the short blade touched Li Muxue's skin, it was suddenly pulled in by a powerful suction force. A cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and "Shocking Calamity" was activated in response, his icy gaze sweeping over Li Muxue. With a "crack," she was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, a complex expression still lingering on her face.

Seeing this, the Wolf Lord laughed wildly, waved his scepter, and roared, "Shi Feiyang, taste the wrath of the Heavenly Wolf God!" Instantly, countless Gu worms fell from the cave ceiling, forming a huge wolf head phantom, which pounced on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang leaped into the air, unleashing his most exquisite move, "No Dogs Under Heaven!" His dog-beating stick swung impenetrably, his translucent, glassy skin absorbing all the illusory Gu worms. Immediately after, he unleashed "Evil Blood Calamity!" A divine power erupted, his fingertips blazing with red light. The Wolf Lord screamed in agony, his body shriveling until he was a dried corpse, his wolf-headed scepter shattering into pieces.

As soon as the Wolf Lord died, the secret passage began to shake violently.

Shi Feiyang picked up Li Muxue's ice sculpture and shouted to Tieguai Li, "Quickly lead the brothers to evacuate!"

He used his unparalleled lightness skill, "Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles," to rush out of the secret passage first, followed closely by the Beggar Clan disciples.

When the last disciple rushed out of the secret passage, the entire Tongguan secret passage collapsed with a roar, stirring up clouds of dust.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the collapsed cave entrance, the icy patterns on his fair skin gradually fading. He looked down at the ice sculpture in his arms; a trace of regret seemed to linger in Li Muxue's eyes. But then he wondered: Is this female corpse truly Li Muxue?
"Master," Tieguai Li stepped forward to report, "the Tianlang Guard has been destroyed, and An Lushan's rebel army has lost its inside man. There is hope for peace in the world."

Shi Feiyang nodded and gently placed Li Muxue's ice sculpture corpse on the ground.

He took out a tinderbox and lit the dry grass beside him. The ice sculpture gradually melted in the firelight, revealing Li Muxue's serene face. "The road of the martial world is long," he murmured to himself, "and this bloodshed and chaos will eventually have to be stopped by someone."

The setting sun was like blood. Shi Feiyang rode the Vermilion Bird, his glassy skin gleaming with a resolute light in the sunset.

Behind him, the rhythmic clanging of broken bowls from the Beggars' Sect disciples echoed for a long time atop Tongguan Pass. (End of Chapter)