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

Chapter 141: Mingyu's Chilling Aura Freezes the Battlefield, and His Victory Swordsmanship Defeats the Enemies

Leading the group was a man in a black robe, emitting a cold aura. This man was Mo Feng from the Shadow Gate.

His face was stern, and his eyes were sharp and cruel, just like a wolf in the dark night.

He tapped the ground with his toes and his figure was like a black phantom, rapidly approaching Shi Feiyang.

The strangely shaped black short blade in his hand flickered in the dim light, like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness.

Mo Feng let out a low roar and used the "Shadow Kill" move. His short blade drew an almost twisted black arc in the air, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound and piercing Shi Feiyang's throat.

The whistling sound was like the cry of a night owl, which was creepy.

On the right, a tall and graceful woman comes into view. She is Huaying from the Hundred Flowers Valley.

Huaying's face was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of bright and cunning eyes.

At this moment, she raised her delicate hand, dancing in it a colorful ribbon. The ribbon seemed to be given life, winding and circling in the air, like a colorful but poisonous snake.

"Hundred flowers are wrapped in silk!" Huaying shouted softly, and the silk ribbon shot out like an arrow and wrapped around Shi Feiyang's wrist. The silk ribbon cut through the air, making a "hissing" sound, telling of the impending danger.

On the left, a burly man stood like a mountain.

He is Lei Meng from the Thunder God Temple. His body is like a towering mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Lei Meng had a face full of whiskers, and his eyes, like copper bells, were wide open, exuding a fiery fighting spirit.

He clenched his fists, and lightning flashed and danced on them, as if containing the power of thunder between heaven and earth. "Thor's Wrathful Fist!" Lei Meng roared violently, his voice like a bell, shaking the surrounding air.

Then, he suddenly swung a punch, the wind from his fist whistling, carrying a majestic momentum like a tidal wave, and hit Shi Feiyang's chest directly. Wherever the wind from his fist passed, the air was squeezed and made a "buzzing" sound, as if thunder was roaring in his ears.

These three people are highly skilled in martial arts and their cooperation is seamless.

Mo Feng's strange assassination, Hua Ying's lingering control, Lei Meng's fierce attack, three completely different forces intertwined with each other.

For a moment, Shi Feiyang was actually forced into a difficult situation. Shi Feiyang blocked and rushed left and right, wielding the Burmese knife in his hand with an impenetrable force, the sound of "ding ding dang dang" was endless. He repeatedly blocked the stab of Mo Feng's short blade, dissipated the power of Lei Meng's heavy punch, and cleverly avoided the entanglement of Huaying's ribbon.

After more than ten moves, Shi Feiyang knew that the situation was critical and he could not delay any longer.

He took a deep breath and activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - "Supreme Forgetfulness".

Instantly, a bone-chilling aura surged forth from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, rapidly spreading outward from Shi Feiyang's center. The surrounding air instantly froze as if under a spell of immobilization, and the airborne moisture instantly transformed into ice crystals, scattering down.

A thick layer of frost formed on the ground in the blink of an eye. The frost spread extremely quickly, like a surging tide, sweeping towards Mo Feng, Hua Ying and Lei Meng. As the frost flowed, it made a "cracking" sound.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the moment when the three men were affected by the cold and their movements were slightly slowed down, and pulled out a Burmese knife with his left hand like lightning.

The Burmese sword was unsheathed, flashing with a cold light, and he performed a move from the Baisheng sword technique called "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves".

The knife flashed like a sharp autumn wind, carrying a murderous aura, and slashed towards the three people from an unexpected and tricky angle.

The blade whistled, slicing the air wherever it passed. Mo Feng, Hua Ying, and Lei Meng's faces suddenly changed as they retreated, dodging the sharp blow. The frost beneath their feet crunched under their frantic steps.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and used his right hand to perform the magical skill of the Dragon Claw. The muscles on his right arm bulged instantly, and his arm seemed to be stretched by a mysterious force. His nails instantly became extremely sharp, flashing with cold light, just like a sharp dragon claw.

"Ao!" Shi Feiyang roared, and with sharp speed and fierce momentum, he grabbed Mo Feng.

Mo Feng was unable to dodge and could only dodge to the side in time, but the dragon's claw still slashed across his shoulder. "With a swish, his clothes were torn, and a blood mark appeared instantly. Mo Feng screamed and stumbled to the ground. Blood gushed out from the wound, dripping onto the frost and instantly condensing into dark red ice beads.

Shi Feiyang struck successfully, then spun around, wielding his Burmese knife horizontally. With a resounding clang, he precisely blocked the silk thread that Huaying was snaking towards him like a serpent. Simultaneously, he launched a fierce kick, piercing Lei Meng's chest with a thud. Lei Meng's massive frame flew backward like a kite with a broken string. He took a few steps back, uttering a "wow!" and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the frost on the ground red.

Shi Feiyang pursued the enemy with his victory, and the Burmese knife and the dragon claw in his hand coordinated with each other, making his attack more and more fierce.

As the Burmese knife was swung, the blade flashed, and each cut carried a force of a thousand pounds; the dragon claw extended and retracted freely, creating a whoosh of wind, and each grab was terrifying.

After a few moves, Shi Feiyang killed Huaying and Leimeng. After dealing with these three people, Shi Feiyang's eyes were determined and he continued to run towards the cave without hesitation. He had only one belief in his heart: to rescue Zhuque and Baihu as soon as possible.

When the immortal cultivators witnessed Shi Feiyang, who was alone and yet showed fearless courage, approaching the mysterious cave full of unknown dangers step by step, the anger in their hearts was like a ignited fire, burning instantly, and their rage was uncontrollable, as if it would dye the entire sky a fiery red.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed towards Shi Feiyang like a surging tide. Their speed was so fast that they surrounded him in the blink of an eye, leaving no room for escape. Even the air was squeezed out.

In this dim light, the weapons in their hands flashed with a cold light, which was like countless ferocious fangs. Accompanied by the howling sound of the wind, they stabbed and smashed towards Shi Feiyang from all directions with an overwhelming force. The attack was extremely fierce.

In an instant, the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives intertwined into deadly webs. The strong murderous aura almost condensed into substance, filling the surrounding space like a thick haze, covering everyone's heart, making people almost suffocate, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Faced with such a critical situation, Shi Feiyang's expression was as cold as ice. His eyes gleamed with a chilling glint, like the coldest star in the cold night, revealing a chilling determination and resolve. His body suddenly moved, lightning-fast. His right hand, a black phantom, tightly gripped a sharp Burmese knife as he engaged enemies from all sides. His movements were swift and decisive, each one brimming with strength and resolve.

The Burmese knife exuded a biting chill, as if it was the incarnation of the strong wind in the cold winter. The blade glowed faintly, as if singing silently, foreshadowing the prelude to the coming bloody slaughter.

Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, Shi Feiyang tapped the ground with his toes and spun abruptly, like a whirlwind of unparalleled speed. His Burmese sword traced a dazzling silver arc through the air, and with a swish, he precisely blocked a spear thrust straight at his chest. The spear blade and the sword collided fiercely, emitting a resounding clang, like a huge bell ringing in an empty valley, shaking the surrounding air violently.

Visible air waves spread out and sparks flew everywhere, like the brightest fireworks blooming in the night sky, instantly illuminating the dim space.

The attack of the immortal cultivators was like a surging, never-ending tide, one wave after another, without any gap.

They seem to have disregarded life and death, and are willing to do anything to achieve their goals.

Just as Shi Feiyang blocked the spear, a huge knife with a force of a thousand pounds came whistling and slashing from the side with the force of thunder. The strong wind brought by the blade seemed to be able to tear the space apart, intending to split him in half.

The power of this knife is enough to scare any opponent.

Shi Feiyang's eyes suddenly became cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He tapped his feet lightly and displayed the mysterious light skill of "hiding his body and name".

His figure appears and disappears, like a ghost, making it difficult to understand.

He looked like a vague and invisible phantom, or like a light and agile flying swallow, and he instantly soared into the air.

His movements were light and graceful, as if performing a silent dance, yet full of deadly danger.

He somersaulted in the air with great efficiency, his movements smooth and seamless. The broadsword passed dangerously close to the edge of his clothes and chopped the ground with a dull "bang", splashing a large amount of dust, like a thunderclap exploding in the plain.

Shi Feiyang used the momentum of his falling body to swing the sharp Burmese knife in his hand, smoothly performing a unique skill from the Baisheng sword technique - "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves". This sword technique was as swift and fierce as the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

In an instant, several sharp knife lights flashed as fiercely as autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, carrying a strong murderous aura, and flashed past like lightning. Wherever the knife lights passed, the air seemed to be cut by invisible blades, making a "hissing" sound, forcing several cultivators who tried to approach to retreat again and again. Their faces were full of fear, and their eyes revealed deep fear and awe of Shi Feiyang.

At the same time, a long stick silently attacked from behind Shi Feiyang, with a whistling sound, like a black lightning, hitting Shi Feiyang's vital back. With his extremely keen perception, Shi Feiyang immediately noticed the attack from behind, turned quickly, and used the Mingyu Gong.

In an instant, a faint white halo appeared around his body, emitting a biting chill, as if it could freeze everything in the world.

The chill spread rapidly, and the surrounding air instantly condensed into ice mist. The ground was quickly covered with a thick layer of frost. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply and quickly entered a frozen world.

Shi Feiyang blocked the attack horizontally with the Burmese knife in his hand, and the long stick hit the knife heavily. There was a loud "bang". The impact made Shi Feiyang's arm tremble slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. Using this force, he kicked out with his left foot suddenly. With a "whoosh", like an arrow from a bow, it accurately hit the chest of the person holding the stick.

The man had no time to react at all. He only felt a huge force surging at him. He let out a "wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood. The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, dying on the spot.

At this moment, someone from the Immortal Cultivation Clan witnessed this scene, muttering something to themselves while quickly forming hand seals. A ball of dark green flame appeared out of thin air, emitting an eerie aura. Like a ferocious monster, it lunged at Shi Feiyang with bared fangs and claws, attempting to devour him.

Shi Feiyang's face was solemn. He flashed and narrowly avoided the attack of the ball of dark green flame.

He was secretly alert in his heart. The methods of this immortal cultivation clan were indeed extraordinary and should not be underestimated.

The cultivator who cast the flame had a ferocious look on his face. He formed seals with his hands again and chanted spells.

The dark green flame seemed to have received some kind of command and became even more violent, attacking Shi Feiyang again with a whistling sound.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were determined as he whispered, "A thousand miles of ice!" Before he even finished speaking, a powerful chill erupted from his body, instantly freezing the surrounding air. The moment the icy air hit the flames, they froze, losing their former arrogance. The cultivators' faces dropped as they witnessed this, clearly having not expected Shi Feiyang to possess such a skill.

Another cultivator raised his hands, and several black silk threads, like nimble poisonous snakes, coiled towards Shi Feiyang, intending to restrict his movements.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, and the cold energy of Mingyu Gong erupted again. Those black silk threads were instantly frozen into ice silk. With a "crack", they broke one after another and fell to the ground, like dead branches frozen by frost, losing their original threat.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and performed a move from the Baisheng Sword Technique called "Wild Wind and Rolling Leaves". The Burmese sword spun rapidly in his hand, and the blade blurred into a silver light curtain, transforming into countless fallen leaves in the wild wind, sweeping away the weapons of the surrounding cultivators. The "ding-dang-dang" sound of weapons colliding was endless, like a rapid metal symphony.

Those immortal cultivators only felt an extremely powerful force coming from the sword, which made their knuckles numb and their weapons almost slip out of their hands.

The immortal cultivators were furious to see that Shi Feiyang was so brave and not only was he not defeated, but he became more and more courageous. They attacked more fiercely.

They no longer held back and used all their best skills, vowing to kill Shi Feiyang.

Sword shadows flickered, and several long swords flashed with cold light, piercing Shi Feiyang's throat; axes swung, and several axes chopped down Shi Feiyang's legs with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks. These attacks were as dense as a storm, as if to drown Shi Feiyang in a sea of ​​metal.

But because Shi Feiyang was so agile, several axes fell into the air.

His figure was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing on the battlefield, making it difficult to predict.

A cultivator was breathing rapidly and heavily, with a faint light flickering on the magic weapon in his hand, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this fierce battle.

His eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as if he had a premonition of his impending fate.

At this time, the light in the valley gradually dimmed, and thick clouds piled up like ink, completely blocking the already weak sunlight.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the wind around was blowing with a strong chill, blowing across every inch of land in the mountains.

The branches and leaves of the trees swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The mountains in the distance became blurred in the dim sky, and everything was shrouded in haze.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, which made people feel extremely uneasy.

The surrounding peaks stood like silent giants between heaven and earth, casting vast shadows that plunged the valley floor into a gloomy darkness. Against this dim backdrop, Shi Feiyang's figure appeared even more lonely and determined.

A biting cold wind howled through the valley, echoing like the howling of ghosts and wolves, rustling the dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground, adding a touch of solemnity and murderous aura. The immortal cultivators shuddered, a sense of inexplicable fear welling up in their hearts.

This fear is like a cold wind, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and making people shudder.

Shi Feiyang found himself in this purgatory-like "slaughterhouse," enveloped by the chilling energy of Mingyu Gong, forming a hazy mist of icy crystals. This mist served as a shield, shielding him from external aggression while also making him appear even more mysterious.

One of the cultivators looked at Shi Feiyang in horror. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, fixed tightly on his vulnerable companion. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, ready to launch a fatal attack in the next moment.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang took action again, unleashing his left-handed sword technique, the newly created "Hundred Victories" sword technique—"Dark Moon Assault." As Shi Feiyang's figure flashed, the cultivator felt as if the air around him was instantly sucked out, becoming thin and oppressive, making breathing extremely difficult.

The grass and trees, swaying in the cold wind, suddenly stopped, as if held tightly by an invisible hand. The icy mist also swirled rapidly with Shi Feiyang's movements, reflecting a cold light, like a demonic shadow in the dark night, sending a chill through his heart.

Shrouded in this demonic shadow, he felt as if he was in a cold hell with nowhere to escape.

In the dim light, the dagger in Shi Feiyang's hand was like a falling star from the night sky, carrying a strange glow as it stabbed at the cultivator at a blinding speed. The dagger gleamed coldly in the dim light, like the brightest star in the night sky, piercing the darkness and heading straight for its target.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a hissing sound, as if it had pierced the barrier of space. The magic lights of the surrounding cultivators were eclipsed in that instant, and the entire world seemed to be left with only Shi Feiyang and the deadly cold light in his hand.

Every cut in the air was accompanied by this chilling sound.

The cultivator opened his mouth wide, wanting to warn his companions, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make any sound. He could only watch helplessly as Shi Feiyang rushed towards his companions. His eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, but he couldn't issue any warning and could only helplessly witness this sudden attack.

Under the influence of Shi Feiyang's powerful internal energy, the frost on the ground quickly spread from him. Like a living thing, the frost began to spread from his feet and spread outward, covering the surrounding environment and making the entire environment icy cold.

The ice spikes intertwined with each other, making a crackling sound, playing an icy melody for this thrilling battle.

Every collision of ice spikes seemed to be an accompaniment to the battle; their melody was cold and ruthless, foreshadowing the cruelty of the battle.

The cold wind grew increasingly biting, rustling Shi Feiyang's clothes, but it failed to affect his movements at all. His figure was as light and resolute as a ghost, and he rushed towards his target without hesitation.

The cold wind seemed to be cheering him on, making his movements faster and more precise, and he moved across the battlefield like a ghost.

The immortal cultivator was filled with despair. Shi Feiyang thrust out the dagger in his hand like lightning. The immortal cultivator had no time to make any defensive moves, and the dagger went straight into his chest.

The dagger was like the god of death's scythe, ruthlessly cutting through life and making the cultivator lose all chances of resistance in an instant.

Instantly, blood gushed out of the wound, transforming into a bloody mist in the cold air. The cultivator's eyes widened in terror and disbelief. His legs gave way, and he slowly fell to the ground, leaving a startling trail of blood on the ground.

The bloodstains appear particularly glaring against the backdrop of frost, telling of the fragility of life.

Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators shouted in anger, their eyes burning with hatred. Their voices were like horns on the battlefield, stirring up the fighting spirit of their companions, who vowed to avenge their fallen comrades.

A cultivator in a black robe stood quietly.

There was a deep light shining in his eyes, as if he could see through the mysteries of heaven and earth.

I saw him muttering to himself, as if chanting an ancient spell, and every syllable was full of mysterious power.

His hands danced quickly in the air, as if weaving an invisible net, capturing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a thick black smoke emerged from his palm. The smoke expanded rapidly, as if it had life, and quickly turned into a huge black magic hand.

This evil hand seemed to be summoned from the depths of hell, carrying with it an endless breath of evil and destruction.

It suddenly grabbed towards Shi Feiyang, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

The movements of the black-robed cultivator casting spells were full of mystery and weirdness. Each of his gestures seemed so precise and powerful, as if he was controlling the darkest power between heaven and earth.

His spells were like ghosts in the darkness, wandering silently in the air, carrying an ominous aura that made people shudder.

Wherever the demonic hand passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a "sizzling" sound, as if protesting the invasion of this evil force. Every movement of the demonic hand was accompanied by this unsettling sound, as if even space was trembling under its power.

Every tremor of the fingertips seemed to be telling of endless pain and despair.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, remaining calm and composed. There was no trace of fluctuation in his eyes, as if everything was within his expectations. He remained calm in the face of this sudden attack.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and the frost on the ground instantly burst out with a powerful cold air, rushing straight towards the black magic hand.

The cold air was like a ghost released from hell, rushing towards the threat with destructive power.

When the cold air met the devil's hand, there was a loud "bang" sound, and the black devil's hand was instantly frozen, turning into countless ice chips scattered all over the ground.

The magic hand seemed so fragile in the face of the cold, as if it were made of paper and was easily destroyed.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of this brief gap and flashed like a black phantom, rushing towards another cultivator with lightning speed. The cultivator held a long sword and tried to resist Shi Feiyang's attack.

He swung his sword, the sword shadow flashed, bringing up gusts of wind, as if drawing invisible cracks in the air.

Shi Feiyang's body moved gracefully, and he cleverly avoided the attack of the long sword. At the same time, he swung the Burmese knife in his right hand and performed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique. The sword technique was as swift as a hurricane, and the leaves were as sharp as a knife blade.

The Burmese knife spun rapidly in his hand, and the blade blurred into a silver light curtain. With powerful force, it swept away the cultivator's sword, and even the air was torn by the blade.

Immediately afterwards, the short knife in Shi Feiyang's left hand pierced the cultivator's throat like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

The cultivator was terrified and quickly dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow. The dagger cut his neck and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding air red.

At this time, two more cultivators attacked Shi Feiyang from both sides. They seemed to have planned it long ago. One of them held a mace with spikes flashing with cold light and smashed it down towards Shi Feiyang's head; the other held a crescent-shaped flying knife and shot it towards Shi Feiyang's back.

Shi Feiyang was keenly aware of the attacks from both sides. He tapped his feet lightly and displayed the miraculous light skill of "hiding one's body and name". His whole body floated up like a wisp of smoke and instantly merged with the wind.

The mace slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust; the crescent-shaped flying knife brushed past the corner of his clothes, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

Shi Feiyang flipped in the air and swooped down towards the two cultivators like a soaring eagle. His movements were smooth and graceful, as if he was performing an aerial dance.

He swung his Burmese knife and short sword simultaneously, the blades flashing and instantly leaving several wounds on the two cultivators. His knife skills were so precise that they were breathtaking. The two cultivators screamed and fell to the ground, struggling in pain, as if all their strength had been drained from their bodies.

The immortal cultivators saw their companions falling one after another, but they did not retreat. Instead, they became even more crazy.

They formed a circle, trapping Shi Feiyang in the middle, and each cast a spell, as if they wanted to bury Shi Feiyang completely in this ocean of spells.

In an instant, various magical lights intertwined, including red flames, blue lightning, and green poisonous mist, rushing towards Shi Feiyang, as if to swallow him up.

Shi Feiyang was surrounded by this colorful yet dangerous torrent of magic.

He took a deep breath and activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - "Taishangwangqing", as if to isolate himself from the world.

The cold air all over his body became so strong that it formed a thick ice shield that blocked all spells.

Spells kept hitting the ice shield, making a "bang bang" sound and splashing ice flowers, as if telling of the fierceness of the battle.

Shi Feiyang turned his body like a whirlwind, and the Burmese knife and short knife in his hands cooperated with each other to display the exquisite Baisheng sword technique. Each knife contained endless power and beauty.

The Burmese sword swung wildly, and every swing brought about a whistling sound in the wind. In the flash of the sword, it forced back several cultivators in front; the short sword was flexible and changeable, like a nimble poisonous snake, looking for flaws in the enemy's defense, shuttling between the cultivators' defenses, leaving traces of blood, as if drawing a picture of death on their bodies.

Those immortal cultivators were beaten back step by step by Shi Feiyang's fierce attack.

Some people tried to cast spells to fight back, but the cold energy of Mingyu Gong surrounding Shi Feiyang surged, freezing their spells one by one.

A ball of purple flame spewed out of the mouth of an immortal cultivator. As soon as the flame appeared, it was enveloped by cold air and extinguished instantly, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating in the air, as if it had never existed.

With Shi Feiyang's continuous attack, the encirclement of the Xiuxian clan was gradually torn open.

He seized the opportunity, tapped his feet lightly, and displayed the wonderful light skill of "hiding one's body and name". The whole person was like a black lightning, rushing out from the gap at a high speed, and swept a few times with his backhand. The sound of crackling rang out continuously, and several cultivators were cut in half in an instant.

Some cultivators were blinded by the blood mist and it took them a long time to come back to their senses. They wanted to give chase, but found that Shi Feiyang's figure had already disappeared in the thick fog and frost, as if he had never appeared.

Relying on his keen intuition, Shi Feiyang quickly moved through the dark valley and soon discovered a cave hidden in the mountain walls.

The entrance to the cave was covered by vines and weeds. If it weren't for Shi Feiyang's sharp insight, it would have been difficult to discover this hidden place.

As soon as you step into the cave, a damp and rotten smell hits you in the face, as if the musty smell of time has been deposited here for thousands of years.

The air inside the cave was chilling, as if time had stood still. Stalactites of varying lengths hung from the ceiling, their sharp points gleaming coldly in the dim light, like blades poised to fall at any moment.

The stone walls are covered with moss, and the dark green moss emits a strange luster in the darkness, as if countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness are silently watching every uninvited guest who enters the cave.

The ground was uneven, with puddles of varying depths. The flickering firelight reflected on the water surface, making the waves sparkle and adding a sense of eeriness.

Occasionally, drops of water fall from the top of the cave, and the "tick-tick" sound echoes in the silent cave. Each sound is like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, making the nerves more tense, as if even the passage of time has become slow.

The cave was filled with a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

The fierce battle between Suzaku, Baihu, and Liu Tingting caused the very air to tremble. The aftermath of the fierce battle reverberated throughout the cave, shaking even the very space.

The flapping of Suzaku's wings stirred up a fiery whirlwind. The heat wave collided with the damp and cold air in the cave, forming a layer of hazy mist. Under the reflection of the fire, the mist changed into strange shapes, as if ghosts were dancing.

The cries of the Vermilion Bird echoed through the cave, carrying an ancient and mysterious power that seemed to penetrate the dust of time and awaken dormant memories. Its wings flapped the air, each flap accompanied by a leap of flame, dispelling the surrounding darkness one by one.

The blazing flames not only illuminated the cave, but also burned with an unyielding will that inspired awe.

In the interweaving of firelight and mist, the figure of Suzaku appears even more majestic and sacred.

Its eyes sparkle with wisdom, observing everything in the world. And the strange shapes that transform in the mist seem to be telling ancient and mysterious stories, leading people into a world full of fantasy and imagination.

The white tiger's deafening roar echoed in the cave, as if the entire space was shaking.

The walls of the cave seemed to respond to this powerful force, and the echo continued, forming a resonance that could not be ignored.

At the same time, Suzaku's fiery wings swept through the air, making a whistling sound, like a raging fire burning in the wind.

Liu Tingting's rapid breathing was particularly prominent in the mixed sounds. Her breathing seemed to blend into the tense atmosphere, making people feel her inner anxiety and uneasiness.

These three sounds intertwined to form a thrilling symphony. Every roar, every whistle, every gasp echoed repeatedly in the cave, telling the story of a thrilling battle.

The echoes on the walls seemed to be paving the way for this fierce battle, filling the entire cave with an atmosphere of tension and anxiety.

There was a suffocating feeling of oppression in the air, and every breath became extremely difficult.

However, it is this tense atmosphere that makes the battle more intense and more exciting.

The faint light from the magical instrument in Liu Tingting's hand seemed so small and helpless in this dark cave, as if it would be swallowed by the darkness at any moment. She held the magical instrument tightly, trying to find a ray of light in the darkness, but the darkness around her seemed to deepen, swallowing her hope bit by bit.

However, the moment Shi Feiyang stepped into the cave, the powerful aura emanating from him immediately formed a sharp contrast with the original oppressive atmosphere in the cave, but at the same time, they blended together miraculously, making the atmosphere of the entire cave even more tense, like the calm before the storm, making people feel that a more intense conflict is about to break out.

Shi Feiyang's arrival undoubtedly became the catalyst for this fierce battle, making the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly: "Liu Tingting, let's stop here!"

His voice echoed in the cave, and even the echoes were urging the end of this battle.

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang's familiar voice, Liu Tingting's body suddenly trembled violently, and the magic weapon in her hand almost slipped out of her grasp. She quickly turned her head, her eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang, watching him approach step by step. The expression on her face became extremely complicated, difficult to describe.

There was shock, confusion, and a hint of hidden joy. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly, and all her emotions turned into a long sigh that drifted away with the wind.

(End of this chapter)