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

Chapter 178: Sudden Change: Shi Feiyang Saves Shi Ying and Rewrites the Jianghu Landscape
On a late spring night, the thick darkness was like ink, heavily covering the sky and the earth.

Like a ferocious beast, the fierce wind and torrential rain roared furiously outside the caves where the ancient Bai people boiled salt. Raindrops the size of peas slammed into the tents, creating a dense, dull thud like the beating of war drums.

Lightning flashed like a silver snake, shattering the tranquility of the night sky. In an instant, the entire world was illuminated as bright as day. Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of thunder sounded, as if it would shatter the entire world.

Next to the brine pool deep in the cave, the leader of the Japanese pirates, Iguchi Akihime, was quietly setting up a formation called the "Mirror Killing Formation".

Around the brine pool, huge salt crystals stand like guards. Their shapes are ferocious, as if they are guarding this mysterious area.

A strange smile played on Jingkou Qiuyan's lips. He formed seals with his hands quickly, muttering something to himself. As he moved, the salt crystals began to shimmer with a strange light, and the once clear cave scene instantly became blurry.

Countless figures that seemed real and illusory appeared out of thin air in the darkness. They swayed and flickered in the darkness. Some were vague, like illusory ghosts; some were extremely lifelike, and it was difficult to tell the real from the fake with their every move.

The entire cave seemed to have fallen into a psychedelic world, filled with an eerie aura. The "Thirty-Six Forms of the Crane's Pickaxe" of the Tianmo Cult was already incredibly powerful, but now, under the interference of this phantom, it made the disciples of the Xiongying Society and the Miao Village even more disoriented.

Confusion and fear began to show in their eyes, and morale plummeted like the tide. When attacking, they often missed because they misjudged the enemy's position; when defending, they found it difficult to determine the true source of the attack.

The Xiongying Society and Miao Village teams began to fall into chaos, and casualties gradually increased.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Shi Feiyang and his group of heroes had no choice but to lead the few remaining disciples of the Xiongying Society and the Miao village and set up camp twenty miles southwest of the ancient Bai people's salt cave.

The tent was shaking in the storm, and the soldiers had to use all their strength to barely hold it in place.

The bonfire flickered under the attacks of wind and rain, and was in danger of going out at any time.

Just when everyone was exhausted, a black shadow came through the rain like a ghost, flying towards Shi Feiyang's tent.

The fierce wind, accompanied by torrential rain, roared recklessly outside the tent like a mad beast. Raindrops as large as beans clattered down, roiling the world into chaos. The tent swayed violently in the wind and rain, creaking and threatening to be uprooted at any moment.

The dim candlelight flickered in the tent, and the weak light tried hard to dispel the darkness, but it could only illuminate a small area of ​​the world.

At this moment of wind, rain and chaos, a figure broke through the rain like a ghost and quietly came to the front of the tent.

The person who came was Shi Ying, the leader of the Demonic Cult.

She was wearing a black tight-fitting outfit that fit her body tightly, showing off her graceful figure.

Her waist is as slender as a willow, and can be held in one hand, which makes her hips look rounder and more lifted. Her legs are straight and long, and every step she takes is full of charm.

The rain flowed freely down her long black hair like a waterfall, and the hair stuck to her cheeks as white as mutton-fat jade. Crystal clear water droplets dripped down her chin onto her towering chest, and then slid down along the curve to the hem of her clothes.

When Shi Ying stepped into the tent, she paused slightly, lifted up her embroidered shoes that were soaked by the rain, and rubbed them gently on the felt pad at the tent door, shaking off the water droplets on the shoe surface, splashing tiny water droplets.

Then she raised her arms, crossed her hands, and slowly took off the wet black cloak from her shoulders. The raindrops on the cloak fell to the ground like beads from a broken string.

Then, she turned slightly sideways, raised her right hand gracefully, and used her slender fingers to gently brush away the strands of hair that were wet and messy on her face. Her movements were delicate and slow, as if she was combing a precious silk fabric.

Her delicate hands smoothly brushed the wet long hair behind her shoulders, and the waterfall-like black hair flowed through her hands, leaving a graceful arc.

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing her pearly teeth as she took a few quick breaths. Her chest rose and fell violently with each breath, causing the dress on her chest to tremble slightly. Her beautiful eyes, like autumn water, quickly scanned the tent. The candlelight danced in her eyes, reflecting her eagerness and anxiety.

Her gaze finally locked onto Shi Feiyang, a complex emotion flashing across her eyes.

She walked towards Shi Feiyang with light lotus steps, each step was extremely steady, yet with a hint of urgency.

Her skirt swayed gently as she walked, bringing up a faint breeze that made the candlelight in the tent flicker a few times.

Her figure is swaying gracefully, her waist swaying gracefully, like a flower blooming tenaciously in the wind and rain.

Shi Feiyang was slightly startled when he saw Shi Ying coming. He clenched his fists vigilantly and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

Shi Ying raised her head, her eyes meeting Shi Feiyang's. After a moment's hesitation, she pulled out a yellowed scroll from her bosom and handed it to Shi Feiyang, saying, "Master Shi, this is the Tiger Slash that breaks the Heavenly Demon Cult's 'Thirty-Six Formations of the Crane's Pickaxe'."

Shi Feiyang took the scroll, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Why do you want to help my Xiongying Society?"

Shi Ying lowered her head slightly, her expression somewhat awkward in the dim candlelight. She said softly, "Chief Shi has spared my life several times, avenged my father's murder, and risked his life twice to save me. I am deeply grateful. And..."

She paused, a flash of pain and anger in her eyes. "Right now, our sect's elders, Shi Fengxia and Wu Qin, are attempting to usurp the position of leader. They're secretly colluding with outsiders, and their power is growing stronger and stronger. If I don't find a solution, not only will my position as leader be in jeopardy, but my life as well. Therefore, I must join forces with Chief Leader Shi to resolve this thorny issue. Otherwise, I'll have nowhere to live."

Shi Feiyang nodded, cupped his fists, and thanked Shi Ying: "If you can really break this formation, I will never forget your kindness."

Shi Ying nodded slightly, turned around and flew away.

Shi Feiyang walked out of the tent and stood there for a long time, watching Shi Ying's back disappear in the rain.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang summoned the Miao village saint, the "archer" Miao Menlong, the "plum blossom dart" Shan Zhi, and the "iron palm" Wu Zhong.

The wind was howling and the rain was hitting their faces, and everyone looked solemn.

Shi Feiyang unfolded the Tiger Guards Formation Diagram and said, "Use this diagram to train your disciples. Have Xie Wen strengthen patrols to prevent enemy raids."

The crowd immediately started talking.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi frowned and snorted coldly, "Shi Ying has always been cunning. Why would she suddenly be so kind as to send me a diagram to break the formation? I think there must be something fishy going on." "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong also nodded and said, "Indeed, she has committed many evil deeds in the Heavenly Demon Sect. Her evil nature is hard to change. Perhaps this is a trap she has set to capture all the disciples of our Xiongying Society and the Miao Village in one fell swoop."

The Miao village saint frowned, a look of worry on her face. She said, "What should we do? If we rashly trust them, and something goes wrong, the consequences will be disastrous." "Archer" Miao Menlong scratched his head and continued, "But since the leader has decided to give it a try, he must have his reasons."

Upon hearing this, Shan Zhi said anxiously, "Chief Shi has good intentions, but this concerns the lives of our brothers. We can't be so careless!"

Shi Feiyang looked at everyone with a calm expression and said slowly, "Let's try it first. By practicing it, we can know whether this Tiger Guard Formation is real or fake. People have feelings, and I believe Shi Ying will turn over a new leaf."

After hearing this, although everyone still had doubts in their hearts, they could only nod in agreement, and then turned around to select elite disciples to organize the Tiger and Slash formation. After trying it out overnight, they felt it was good, so they began to practice it diligently.

Three days later, the sky was clear and the sunlight poured down unhindered, covering the earth with a layer of dazzling golden gauze.

Shi Feiyang stood tall and straight at the front of the team, his eyes as sharp as torches, gazing at the mysterious and deep ancient Bai people's salt-boiling cave.

Beside him, the few but highly motivated disciples of the Xiongying Society, as well as the resolute and courageous disciples of the Miao Village, were on full alert. The aura they exuded seemed to be able to break through the shackles between heaven and earth.

Shi Feiyang waved his arm and shouted loudly: "Kill!" Everyone rushed towards the ancient Bai people's salt cave like arrows.

As soon as they stepped onto the battlefield, the disciples of the Xiongying Society acted quickly. Some of them quickly formed the "Seventeen Styles of Breaking Armor", the long swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and they cooperated with each other. The swords flashed sharply, and each sword carried a thousand pounds of force, as if to chop all obstacles in front of them into pieces; some of them skillfully organized the "Six-Harmony Sword Formation", with six people in a group, echoing each other, and when the Miao Dao was wielded, it was airtight and the sword formation was unpredictable, like a nimble dragon, heading straight for the enemy's vital points; and some of them formed the Huben Slash formation, they looked solemn, with determination in their eyes, their bodies steady and agile, and endless murderous intent hidden between their moves.

The three formations were launched simultaneously, like three sharp blades, stabbing fiercely at the "36 Styles of Pickaxe" formation formed by the disciples of the Demon Sect.

The "Thirty-six Styles of Pickaxes" of the Demonic Cult were incredibly powerful. The Beggar Gang disciples, holding specially made pickaxes, formed tight combat teams under the command of Shi Fengxia and Wu Qin.

The pickaxe's shadow was heavy, accompanied by a whistling sound. Every swing seemed to have a force of a thousand pounds, and the ground was shaking slightly. The momentum seemed to be able to crush any enemy who dared to approach.

However, the "Tiger Slashing Formation" of the Xiongying Society disciples, when coordinated with the "Seventeen Armor-Breaking Styles" and "Six-Harmony Sword Formation" of the Miao Village disciples, became even more powerful.

The disciples in the "Tiger Slashing Formation" were agile and their movements were coordinated. They waved their weapons, emitting cold rays of light. Wherever they went, swords and sabers flashed. The disciples of the Demon Sect were hit one after another, screaming in pain.

Under the joint attack of these three formations, the disciples of the Demonic Sect gradually could not resist, began to abandon their weapons and armor, and were in a mess, suffering heavy casualties.

The Tianmo Sect elders Wu Qin and Shi Fengxia stood on a high place and took in all of this.

Shi Fengxia's eyes widened in shock and anger, and he thought to himself, "This Tiger Slash is the secret formation of our Heavenly Demon Sect. How could they know about it? There must be a traitor in the sect who leaked this formation to Shi Feiyang!"

Wu Chen's face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it. He gritted his teeth and thought bitterly, "How dare these ignorant fellows act so recklessly! If we don't completely eradicate them, how can our Heavenly Demon Sect maintain its dignity in the martial arts world in the future?"

Although they were filled with reluctance, seeing that the situation was extremely unfavorable to them, they had no choice but to order their troops to withdraw and hurriedly hide in the ancient Bai people's salt caves with their remaining troops. Seeing this, the Japanese pirate leader Jingkou Qiuyan curled his lips into a strange smile.

He had long coveted the salt wells, and upon seeing this, he immediately set up a "mirror killing array" around the brine pool. Giant salt crystals stood around the brine pool like ferocious guards, gleaming with a cold light under the sunlight.

Jingkou Qiuyan quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something in a low and strange voice.

As he moved, the salt crystals began to flash with strange light, and the originally clear cave scene instantly became blurred.

Countless figures, seemingly real or illusory, appeared out of thin air, swaying and flickering in the darkness.

Some are shadowy, like illusory ghosts, with only vague outlines visible; others are extremely lifelike, with every gesture, expression and movement being exactly like a real person, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

The entire cave seemed to have fallen into a psychedelic world, filled with a strange aura, as if anyone who stepped into it would be swallowed by endless darkness. The disciples of the Xiongying Society entered the cave and were caught off guard and instantly strangled by the Japanese pirates' "Mirror Killing Formation".

The disciples only felt chaos before their eyes, unable to tell east, west, south, or north, and had no idea where the real enemy was.

Some swung their swords at the phantom, but missed; some were hit by the "enemy" that suddenly appeared from behind and fell down with screams.

For a moment, shouts and screams were intertwined in the cave, and the disciples of the Xiongying Society were in a desperate situation.

Seeing this scene, "Erlang Shen" Shi Feiyang was extremely anxious. He immediately led "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, and the Miao Village Saint to urgently assist the disciples of Xiongying Society.

Shi Feiyang's figure was as fast as lightning, waving the long sword in his hand. Every sword strike carried a powerful internal force, killing the Japanese pirates and the rattan armor soldiers.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong flipped his palms and performed the "Demon Subduing Palm". The wind from his palms whistled, and wherever he went, the enemies were knocked away.

The "archer" Miao Menlong drew his bow and shot the arrow, which flew across the sky like a meteor and accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi shook his wrist, and the plum blossom dart flashed with cold light and shot towards the enemy from different angles.

The Holy Maiden of the Miao Village displayed her unique skills and worked closely with everyone else.

In an instant, they were like an unstoppable torrent, cutting a bloody path through the enemy camp.

During the fight, Shi Feiyang had an idea and came up with a solution.

He shouted, "Disciples, gather the gunpowder and pour it into the salt well!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples quickly took action, collecting gunpowder from everywhere and then carefully pouring it into the salt well.

After pouring the gunpowder into the salt well, Shi Feiyang lit the fuse. With a loud "boom", the ground shook and the salt well instantly erupted.

A large amount of salt water and salt mist gushed out, forming a thick salt mist barrier.

Salt mist filled the cave, making the phantoms reflected by the salt crystals blurry, and the "mirror killing formation" was instantly broken.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the enemy's panic and led everyone to launch a fierce attack again.

Under the cover of salt mist, they rushed towards the defense line of Yang Biao and others as if they were in an empty space. Yang Biao saw that the situation was hopeless and was filled with despair, but he was still unwilling to fail. He brandished his long sword and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, fight them!"

He continued to lead his remaining troops in a desperate resistance.

However, under the fierce attacks of the Xiongying Society disciples and the Miao Village disciples, their defense line gradually collapsed.

In the end, Yang Biao took a few trusted men and took advantage of the chaos to escape again, disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Shi Feiyang successfully recaptured the well salt for the Ming army, resolving their pressing need. The sun shone on his sweat- and blood-stained face, and his eyes revealed a tired yet gratified light.

In late spring at Leigongyan, the sky and earth seem to be covered by a heavy lead plate, pressing everything around it to the point of suffocation.

The inky black clouds were like surging tides, surging and rolling across the sky, as if deliberately brewing a thrilling storm.

The oppressive air permeated the air, not a breath of wind. Everyone felt as if wrapped in an invisible, sticky film, feeling uncomfortable. In the forest, the branches and leaves of the trees drooped languidly, lifeless. Occasionally, a few unknown birds chirped, their short, frightened cries adding to the oppressive and uneasy atmosphere.

Inside the cave where the Demonic Cult's headquarters was located, the atmosphere was suffocatingly solemn.

Shi Fengxia and Wu Chen, who returned in failure, were like two sinister and cunning poisonous snakes. With the support of the Beggar Gang leader Zhong Renwang, the Beggar Gang elders Ding Hong, Wu Siqun and Li Xiaoli, they viciously surrounded Shi Ying in the center.

Shi Fengxia's face was full of gloom, his eyes flashing with greed and ferocity, and he took the lead in attacking.

He took a step forward, pointed a finger at Shi Ying, and demanded sternly, "Shi Ying, tell me, was it you who passed the Tiger Slash formation to Shi Feiyang? Why did you betray the interests of our sect? Could it be that you've fallen for that kid Shi Feiyang and are completely bewitched by him?"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the cave like the roar of a demon.

When Shi Ying heard such slander, her eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall. Instead, she straightened her back and exuded a moving aura.

She stared firmly at Shi Fengxia, her voice trembling slightly, yet she retorted with unwavering resolve, "Shi Fengxia, how can you say such a thing? Ever since I took over the position of Sect Leader, not a single day has passed without my devoting all my energy to the future of our sect. To enable my followers to learn superior martial arts, I have read ancient texts day and night, searching for lost manuals. Even in those dangerous secret realms, I have never flinched. To expand the sect's influence, I have repeatedly entered the conflicts of the martial arts world, maneuvering between various factions. I have endured countless cold stares and schemes, but I have never complained, solely focused on ensuring our sect's foothold in the martial arts world. Facing the Xiongying Society, in which battle was I not at the forefront? In which time did I not give my all, leading my followers in bloody battles? I have sacrificed so much for the Tianmo Sect, and in return, all I get is your unwarranted suspicion and slander!"

At this point, Shi Ying took a deep breath, glanced at everyone present, and her voice became increasingly choked. "I believe I have lived up to the ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Sect and every follower of my faith. Now, simply because of a bloody defeat, you have accused me of this unfounded crime. Did I betray the Heavenly Demon Sect, or have you always coveted the position of Sect Leader and are now trying to take advantage of this opportunity to attack me?"

Shi Ying had just finished speaking when she quickly turned to look at Wu Chen, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger. "Wu Chen, what about you? You usually like to form cliques and engage in petty activities in the sect. Today, you even colluded with Shi Fengxia. By doing this, where do you think the future of our sect is? I, Shi Ying, am completely devoted to our sect and will never let those of you with ulterior motives succeed!"

However, Shi Fengxia and Wu Qin didn't listen to her explanation at all. They looked at each other with sinister smiles on their faces.

Wu Yu snorted coldly and continued, "Hmph, you still dare to be stubborn! Now that the evidence is irrefutable, you still want to deny it? Today is the day you die!"

After saying that, the two men drew their swords at the same time. The swords flashed with cold light, reflecting their distorted and ugly faces.

Shi Fengxia unleashed his "Heavenly Star Poison Palm," a strange dark green light emanating from his palm. A pungent, fishy smell filled the air, clearly indicating the poison within. He flashed like a bolt of black lightning, lunging towards Shi Ying, shouting, "Shi Ying, accept your death! The position of Cult Leader is mine today!"

Wu Chen unleashed his "Heavenly Star Sword Technique," his sword flashing and fierce as he attacked Shi Ying from another direction, muttering, "Today I will eliminate this traitor of yours and rid the Heavenly Demon Sect of this evil!"

Shi Ying's heart was filled with panic and helplessness. She knew very well that she was in a desperate situation today.

But as the leader of the sect, she would never sit still and wait for death. She quickly drew the soft sword from her waist, shouted delicately, and rushed towards the two people's attack.

The soft sword in her hand was like a nimble snake, flashing with cold light, and it dealt with Shi Fengxia's poisonous palm and Wu Yan's swordsmanship.

While resisting, Shi Ying shouted angrily, "Shi Fengxia, Wu Qin, you two are two wicked and ambitious men! To usurp the position of leader, you resorted to such despicable means! Are you worthy of the deceased previous leader?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Fengxia sneered, "Hmph, the previous leader is dead. In this martial arts world, the strong reign supreme! The position of leader should rightfully belong to me!" Wu Chen echoed, "That's right. How can a mere woman like you lead the Heavenly Demon Sect? Today, I will replace you!"

Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Wu Siqun, and Li Xiaoli stood aside with sinister smiles on their faces, constantly instigating the disciples of the Demon Sect to rebel against the Sect.

Zhong Renwang shouted, "Brothers, Shi Ying betrayed our sect. His crime is unforgivable! Elder Shi and Elder Wu are the ones who can lead us to glory. Let us all support Elder Shi as the leader and Elder Wu as the deputy leader! If we succeed in this siege and killing of Shi Ying, we will select ten elders from among you and let you enjoy all the glory and wealth!"

Under their instigation, some weak-willed disciples of the Demonic Sect turned against them and attacked Shi Ying's trusted guards.

For a moment, the cave was filled with flashes of swords and sabers, and shouts and screams were intertwined.

Shi Ying's trusted guards were not numerous to begin with, and they were soon trapped in a desperate situation after this sudden betrayal and attack.

They fought hard but could not withstand the siege of the crowd. One by one they fell in a pool of blood. The blood gathered on the ground and flowed slowly along the terrain of the cave, like a winding river of blood.

Under the double attack of Shi Fengxia and Wu Qin, Shi Ying gradually became unable to cope.

Her clothes were torn and she had multiple wounds on her body, her clothes were stained with blood.

But she still gritted her teeth and persisted, with an unyielding glint in her eyes.

However, as her trusted guards continued to fall, her situation became increasingly dangerous and her life was in jeopardy. Every time she resisted seemed so difficult, and every movement seemed to have exhausted all her strength. It was a matter of life and death.

In late spring at Leigongyan, the dull and depressing atmosphere becomes increasingly intense.

Inside the cave of the Demonic Cult's headquarters, the situation is tense, Shi Ying is isolated and helpless, and her life hangs by a thread.

At this critical moment, a figure flashed through the darkness of the cave entrance and rushed in. It was Shi Feiyang. He was tall and straight, with an imposing demeanor, and exuded a reassuring sense of righteousness. Like a ray of light, it instantly illuminated the dark and eerie cave.

Shi Feiyang landed steadily on the ground, his eyes like torches as he scanned the area, and then he shouted in a voice like a bell: "Master Shi is dedicated to the martial arts world, upholding fairness and justice in the martial arts world, and protecting the peace of the people. You bastards are actually framing loyal people here. Today, the Xiongying Society will definitely help Master Shi clean up this stain!" His voice was like rolling thunder, echoing in the cave, making everyone's ears buzz, demonstrating his unquestionable determination.

Shi Ying had already fallen into despair and was filled with sadness, but the moment she heard this familiar voice, her eyes suddenly widened, and a light of surprise and excitement burst out in her eyes, and her originally dim eyes were instantly lit up.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was too excited and was speechless. Tears welled up in her eyes, which were the joy of surviving the disaster and the deep gratitude for Shi Feiyang's arrival.

After saying this, Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly exploded, like a volcano about to erupt, the surging power almost breaking through the constraints of the cave.

Ming Yu Gong was operating at its peak. A thick and dazzling blue light lingered around his body like a substance, flashing with cold light, freezing the surrounding air into wisps of icy mist. The temperature in the cave dropped below freezing point in an instant, and a thick layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground and the cave walls.

He unsheathed the Sky Frost Blade in his hand, emitting a clear dragon roar. The blade emitted a dazzling silver light, like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, carrying a chilling aura that could destroy the world, and slashed towards Zhong Renwang swiftly.

This knife was filled with Shi Feiyang's anger and punishment towards evil. Before the knife arrived, Zhong Renwang felt a surge of powerful and cold power, like a towering iceberg pressing down on him. His breathing was instantly strangled, and his chest was stuffy and painful.

He widened his eyes in horror, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he no longer cared about his face and dignity. Like a frightened hare, he rolled on the ground desperately, crawling to avoid it, using his hands and feet to stir up dust and gravel on the ground. He looked extremely funny and ridiculous, showing his cowardly and ugly fear of death.

Seeing this, Wu Siqun and Li Xiaoli looked at each other and understood what he meant. They held iron sticks in their hands, shouted in unison, and used the Beggar Gang's "Dog Beating Stick Technique". One on the left and one on the right, they pounced on Shi Feiyang like two mad vicious dogs.

As the iron rod was swung, the wind whistled and the shadows of the rod overlapped layer by layer, in an attempt to suppress Shi Feiyang with the cooperation of the two.

However, they were completely unprepared for the terrifying power of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong.

The chill emanating from Shi Feiyang's body was like countless sharp ice cones, shooting out in a fan-shaped pattern. Wherever it touched, the air instantly condensed into ice chips, emitting a crisp "crackling" sound. Under the assault of this overwhelming and powerful cold, Wu Siqun and Li Xiaoli felt as if their blood had instantly frozen. Their hands and feet were numb and unresponsive, and their movements became slow and stiff.

Shi Feiyang practiced Mingyu Gong at a high speed, forming a vortex of true energy with a diameter of several feet. Blue light shone inside the vortex, and the air flow cut through everything around it like a sharp blade, tightly enveloping the two of them.

Under the mad pull of this violent vortex, their bodies shook violently, their steps staggered, and every move and every form became extremely difficult, as if they were trapped in an invisible quagmire and unable to extricate themselves.

After more than ten moves, the two were already dizzy, their eyes blurry, their steps unsteady, unable to tell east from west and north from south, their bodies involuntarily spinning with the vortex. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, and unleashed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move of the Baisheng Sword Technique!

His voice was like a resounding bell, shaking the rocks in the cave. The Sky Frost Blade in his hand drew a dazzling arc in the air, and the blade was condensed with surging internal energy. Like an awakened golden dragon, it slashed towards Wu Siqun with a tremendous force.

This knife was faster than lightning and as powerful as thunder, carrying the tremendous power to split mountains and split rocks. Wherever it passed, the air was cut in half by the blade-like energy, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

Wu Siqun had no time to react at all and could only let out a desperate scream.

A cold light flashed, and Wu Siqun's head shot up into the sky like a chopped watermelon, with a thick column of blood. His body fell straight down, and blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding ground red, and the bloody smell filled the air.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang turned, his blade still moving, and slashed towards Li Xiaoli. Li Xiaoli's eyes widened in horror, his pupils shrinking sharply. He tried to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by invisible shackles, unable to move at all.

With a dull "crack", Li Xiaoli was struck by the Tianshuang Blade from the center of his head to his waist, splitting him in two. His internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was bloody and tragic, shocking and horrific.

Zhong Renwang and Ding Hong were terrified by this scene, their faces pale as ghosts. Zhong Renwang dared not linger, turning and fleeing deeper into the cave, shouting, "Ding Hong, what are you still standing there for? Run!" His voice was sharp and trembling, filled with fear.

Ding Hong woke up as if from a dream, glanced at the bloody scene around him in panic, and hurried to catch up. The two men were like stray dogs, in a miserable state, showing the ugly appearance of a den of snakes and rats. Their figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After Shi Feiyang dealt with Wu Siqun and Li Xiaoli, he turned his attention to Shi Fengxia.

His eyes revealed a chilling murderous intent, like the water in a cold pond, capable of freezing a person instantly.

Shi Fengxia's heart tightened and he subconsciously took a step back. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shi Feiyang advanced on him, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if an ancient beast were approaching, bringing with it a chilling sense of oppression. Shi Fengxia feigned composure, brandishing his sword in an attempt to resist Shi Feiyang's momentum.

However, his arms trembled slightly with fear, and his sword moves were messy.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, grasped the knife and used the "Longevity of Heaven and Earth" move. His figure rose from the ground like a cannonball. When he rose to mid-air, the momentum around him reached its peak, and his clothes rustled, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth.

He raised the Sky Frost Blade high in his hand, and the blade shone brightly, gathering endless power between heaven and earth, like a dazzling sun, emitting a blinding light.

He smashed towards Shi Fengxia like a falling meteor. This blow contained tremendous power to destroy the world. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly sucked out, forming a huge vacuum zone, emitting a deafening roar.

Shi Fengxia widened his eyes in horror and tried to dodge, but found himself locked in place by an invisible and powerful force. He had nowhere to escape and could only watch the dazzling cold light falling towards him.

With a "crack", Shi Feiyang's Tianshuang Blade hit Shi Fengxia heavily, splitting him in half. The powerful force of the sword even created a deep crack in the stone wall behind him, sending broken stones flying everywhere.

Shi Fengxia's body fell in a pool of blood, ending his sinful life.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Chen dared not continue fighting and turned around to flee towards the cave entrance.

However, just as he reached the cave entrance, a figure blocked his path. It was none other than "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong. Wu Zhong's face was stern, his eyes determined. He activated his "Six Harmonies Sutra" internal energy, and a surge of energy surged through his body. A faint golden glow emanated from his palms, resembling two small golden suns.

He shouted, "Where are you escaping to!" and used the "Demon Subduing Palm" to attack Wu Yan.

Wu Qin's heart sank, and he had no choice but to swing the sword in his hand and engage in a fierce battle with Wu Zhong.

The two men fought back and forth, with fists whistling and swords flashing, and a thrilling duel unfolded at the entrance of the cave.

After more than ten moves, Wu Chen gradually lost to Wu Zhong and began to retreat, moving closer to the stone wall step by step.

Just as Wu Chang had reached his limit of retreat, the "master archer" Miao Menlong seized his opportunity, drew his bow, and with a focused and calm gaze, he aimed the arrow steadily at Wu Chang's throat. With a single "whoosh," the sharp arrow shot out like a meteor, piercing Wu Chang's throat with a sharp whistling sound, pinning him to the stone wall.

Wu Qin's eyes were wide open, with a look of fear and unwillingness on his face. His body slowly slid down and finally fell in a pool of blood.

After this battle, the headquarters of the Demonic Cult was in ruins.

With the help of Shi Feiyang, Shi Ying successfully escaped danger and regained her confidence.

She endured the pain in her body and slowly stood up. Looking at the few trusted guards left by her side, she felt a mixture of emotions.

She glanced at everyone with a gentle gaze and said softly, "I know that everyone is helpless in today's situation. I don't blame you. Everyone, get up."

Upon hearing this, those believers who had just participated in the siege and killing of her all knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with tears of guilt and gratitude.

Shi Ying took a deep breath and announced loudly, "From today on, the remaining guards will be reappointed as elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect. I hope everyone will work together to revive our Heavenly Demon Sect!" Everyone knelt and shouted, "We will obey the leader's order!"

Shi Feiyang looked at this scene, nodded slightly, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He knew that this dispute in the martial arts world might quietly change because of this incident.

(End of this chapter)