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

Chapter 121: The Chief Leader Reveals the Crimes of the Martial Alliance: The Beggars' Sect Leader Furious and Attacks Shi Feiyang

The onlookers were stunned by this scene. Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, opened his mouth wide, almost enough to fit a fist. His eyes were wide open, filled with shock. For the first time in his life, he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

Zhong Renwang's hands clenched unconsciously, his palms were full of sweat, mixed with the rain, that was the shock in his heart flowing through his hands.

He never imagined that Shi Feiyang was so powerful that he could beat the world's martial arts leader Xie Luojia so badly and leave him unable to fight back. It was like a dream and he couldn't believe his eyes.

He secretly thought that Shi Feiyang might cause a big stir in the martial arts world in the future, and a trace of worry arose in his heart.

"This... How is this possible?" Zhao Xianming, the head of the Tiaoyun Sword sect, muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if in a dream. His body trembled slightly, and he gripped the hilt of the sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

It was his hands that expressed his inner shock.

He originally thought that Xie Luojia's Thirteen Deadly Swords were invincible, but he didn't expect Shi Feiyang's martial arts to be even better. It was like an insurmountable mountain that he could only look up at but could not climb.

An expression of awe appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a little awe towards Shi Feiyang. At the same time, he was also thinking about what kind of changes this fierce battle would bring to the martial arts world, and his heart was full of doubts and uneasiness.

The four elders of the Beggars' Sect, Ding Hong, Wu Chengguang, Guo Mao, and Li Mancang, all looked at each other, their faces full of shock and worry.

They looked at each other, with uneasiness in their eyes.

They knew that the outcome of this fierce battle would have a huge impact on the entire martial arts world, just like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, which would surely cause huge waves and change the entire landscape of the martial arts world.

Their brows were furrowed, their faces filled with anxiety, and they were worried about the future direction of the martial arts world. They didn't know what kind of chain reaction this incident would trigger, and their hearts were filled with anxiety and confusion.

The martial artists around were also whispering to each other, and the discussions rose one after another, echoing in the wind and rain.

Everyone's face was filled with shock and confusion, which shattered their understanding of the martial arts world and made them fall into deep thought. It seemed that the future of the entire martial arts world hung on this moment.

The strong wind and heavy rain were like an angry beast, roaring wildly between heaven and earth.

The bean-sized raindrops fell like dense pebbles, crackling and hitting the surrounding objects, making "bang bang" sounds.

At this moment, Xie Luojia was in the midst of this violent storm. At first, he only felt a slight chill, which penetrated his skin quietly like ice silk and slowly moved along his meridians. Wherever it went, it brought a slight stinging pain, as if countless extremely fine ice needles were gently piercing him.

Then, the chill suddenly intensified, as if countless ice needles that chilled him to the bone marrow were piercing Xie Luojia's body from all directions at the same time, each one piercing straight through his acupuncture points.

In an instant, piercing pain erupted from the acupuncture points and spread throughout Xie Luojia's body like a surging tide.

The pain seemed to surge up from the deepest part of his soul, like countless greedy little insects, first nibbling carefully at the edge of his soul, and then becoming more and more crazy, biting deeply into the core of his soul, causing Xie Luojia's consciousness to gradually become blurred, as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss, and the world before his eyes began to become hazy.

In the sky, a flash of lightning cut through the dark night sky like a sharp blade, instantly illuminating the world. Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening thunder and a loud "boom", which seemed to shake the sky and the earth to pieces.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Xie Luojia's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if he was blown by a cold wind and shivered.

Then, the trembling became more intense. Under the raging wind, like a candle swaying in the wind and rain, which could be extinguished at any time, every cell in Xie Luojia's body groaned in pain in this violent trembling.

The expression on Xie Luojia's face changed from being slightly distorted at first to his facial features being tightly tangled together due to severe pain, as if he was being tightly grasped by the devil's claws. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the abyss of pain that followed him like a shadow.

He desperately wanted to struggle in his heart, trying to escape this nightmarish torture, but his body seemed to be under a spell and was completely out of control. It seemed as if it was tightly imprisoned by an invisible yet indestructible force, just like a trapped animal in an airtight cage and tightly tied with rough ropes. It had a strong desire to struggle but no ability to resist.

The rain continued to slide down Xie Luojia's cheeks, mixing with his painful tears, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

The howling wind seemed to mock him in his ears. The sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, adding a bit of desolation.

The pain was like a sharp saw, pulling back and forth between Xie Luojia's body and soul. The pain continued to deepen, wave after wave, becoming almost unbearable for him.

Xie Luojia's breathing became rapid and heavy. Every breath seemed to pull at the pain in his body, causing him to gasp in pain. The gasps seemed even weaker under the sound of wind and rain.

At this time, Xie Luojia's painful groans were intermittent in the storm.

The sound was as weak as a gossamer thread, yet so miserable that it made people feel pity. This groan seemed to be his deep repentance for his past evil deeds, and also a desperate cry against this unfair fate.

Xie Luojia's eyes were filled with regret, and that regret was like a thick, impenetrable dark cloud, hanging heavily over his heart.

But at this time, Xie Luojia was already powerless to save the situation. He could only silently wait for the final judgment of fate in this endless pain.

In this battlefield with wind, rain, lightning and thunder, his fate is like a fragile candle in the wind that may be extinguished at any time, shaky and fragile, vulnerable to any blow.

His mind couldn't help but emerge with the past. All the glory and prestige he once had had had turned into nothing, leaving behind only regret and lament for the fickleness of fate.

Just as Shi Feiyang was practicing Mingyu Gong, sending the chill straight through Xie Luojia's acupuncture points all over his body, and Xie Luojia was groaning in pain, waiting for the judgment of fate in the wind and rain, the Beggar Gang leader Zhong Renwang finally came to his senses.

As the leader of the world's largest gang, Zhong Renwang has great prestige in the martial arts world. He handles gang affairs with great efficiency and decisiveness. His eyes always reveal an aura of majesty without anger, and he is like a hegemon in the martial arts world.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang knew very well that if this continued, Shenjian Villa would be in danger of extinction. This would not only affect the survival of Shenjian Villa, but it would also break the existing delicate balance in the martial arts world and trigger an uproar that would affect the entire martial arts world.

Zhong Renwang flashed like a black lightning, instantly breaking through the barrier of wind and rain and coming between Shi Feiyang and Xie Luojia.

He opened his arms, and with his voice at the top of his lungs, he shouted in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Young Master Shi, stop this immediately! What do you think this Jianghu is? Divine Sword Villa is a renowned martial arts family, passed down through generations. A single move could affect the entire system. If you insist on killing us all, then when you wander the Jianghu in the future, while the Beggars' Sect doesn't advocate meddling in other people's affairs, we will certainly not sit idly by!"

His straight back was as resolute as a pine tree, and his loud and majestic voice resounded like a bell in the wind and rain, all of which demonstrated Zhong Renwang's noble status as the leader of the Beggars' Sect. It was an attitude that was accustomed to giving orders and controlling the overall situation. Even at this moment, when he was trying to stop a fight, there was an irresistible meaning in his voice, as if his words were the rules of the world.

At this moment, the strong wind was like millions of angry lions, roaring madly. The roar was deafening, as if it would tear the heaven and earth into pieces and drag them into an endless abyss of chaos.

The bean-sized raindrops seemed like a vast army driven by the god of war, carrying a destructive momentum. "They fell madly with a crackling sound, and each drop seemed to be able to penetrate the earth, splashing layers of water.

When Shi Feiyang heard this, his eyes shot towards Zhong Renwang like cold stars. It seemed as if his gaze could penetrate the violent storm and freeze everything in the world in an instant. The air around him seemed to have dropped a few degrees in temperature because of this gaze.

Even the raging wind and rain seemed to lose some of their momentum under Shi Feiyang's gaze.

Shi Feiyang's face was as cold and expressionless as a thousand-year-old black ice, like an unchanging iceberg, emitting a chilling aura that kept people at a distance. Overhead, dark clouds surged like a raging black tsunami, seemingly intimidated by his imposing presence and afraid to act recklessly.

Shi Feiyang tilted his head slightly, his chin raised in a proud arc, and spoke slowly. His voice was low but extremely penetrating, resonating in the wind and rain, with an irresistible dominance: "Boss Zhong, you've come at the perfect time. If it weren't for you today, Xie Luojia would have been dead by now. But Divine Sword Villa has committed many evil deeds. He and his son Xie Zhichuan must apologize to the Xiongying Association and Miss Lin Wanqing. Otherwise, I will completely wipe this Divine Sword Villa from the martial arts world! I, Shi Feiyang, act solely based on justice in my heart. I don't care about the opinions of the martial arts world!"

As he spoke, Shi Feiyang's sleeves rustled in the strong wind, as if waving a flag to cheer for his bold words.

The sounds of wind and rain around him became his background music, further highlighting his heroism and dominance.

After hearing what Shi Feiyang said, Zhong Renwang's brows instantly twisted into a deep "川" shape, as if they could pinch a fly to death.

His face was full of anxiety, and that anxiety was like a thick haze, weighing heavily on his heart.

As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Zhong Renwang has always been highly respected in the martial arts world. Normally, everyone treats him with great respect. Who would dare to speak to him so recklessly?

But he also knew clearly how powerful Shi Feiyang was. He witnessed the whole thrilling battle just now. The martial arts skills displayed by Shi Feiyang were unfathomable. Even Xie Luojia, the leader of the world's martial arts world, was defeated so miserably. If he rashly fought with Shi Feiyang, he would probably not be able to gain the upper hand.

However, Zhong Renwang could not sit idly by and watch the crisis of the destruction of Shenjian Villa. After all, in his heart, the martial arts world needs a delicate balance. Once this balance is easily broken, it will inevitably trigger an unmanageable chaos in the martial arts world.

"Young Master Shi, you are young and energetic, and you may think some things are too simple." Zhong Renwang patiently advised with a sincere tone, trying to convince Shi Feiyang.

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, assuming an attitude of sincerity, completely devoid of the condescending authority he usually displayed when giving orders.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang is more like a peacemaker who runs around and gives earnest advice for the peace of the martial arts world.

"As the largest gang in the martial arts world, my Beggars' Sect shoulders the heavy responsibility of maintaining peace and order in the martial arts world. It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. There may be room for improvement in this matter. Why should we kill them all? The Divine Sword Villa is indeed wrong, but it does not deserve the death penalty. In the name of the Beggars' Sect, I urge you to let go of your obsession for the time being and not cause any more trouble in the world of martial arts." Zhong Renwang's voice echoed in the wind and rain, with an unquestionable earnestness.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang snorted coldly. The snort seemed to come from the darkest depths of the Nine Nether Hell, filled with endless disdain and arrogance.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning as thick as a giant python, carrying the power to create the world, fiercely cut through the inky black night sky. The light of the lightning was like daylight, illuminating the slightly raised corners of Shi Feiyang's mouth, revealing a subtle sneer. The smile was full of contempt for Zhong Renwang's persuasion, and also mocked Zhong Renwang's pedantry and naivety.

Then, a deafening roar of thunder erupted, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. It was as if even the heavens were cheering Shi Feiyang's disdain. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them like two unsheathed blades. He said coldly, "Boss Zhong, there's no need to say more. The sins committed by Divine Sword Villa can't be dismissed with a simple 'no death penalty'? If I don't seek justice today, I, Shi Feiyang, will not give up!" With that, he folded his arms across his chest and stood proudly, like a towering mountain.

No matter how fiercely the wind and rain attacked, they could not shake him at all.

The howling wind and heavy rain around him were like dwarfs in front of him, making him look even more majestic, like a peerless god of war who fought alone against the world.

When Zhong Renwang saw that he couldn't persuade Shi Feiyang, the anger in his heart suddenly rose up, like a lit powder keg.

He straightened his back like a pine tree, his eyes wide open, and his originally calm gaze instantly became as sharp as an eagle, seeing through Shi Feiyang's thoughts.

His face showed a serious and somewhat angry expression, and he shouted: "Shi Feiyang, don't be so arrogant! As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, I command all Beggars' Sect disciples. My every word and action represents the Beggars' Sect. Today, you ignored my advice and insisted on acting recklessly. That is to oppose the Beggars' Sect! Since you will not listen to my advice, then I, Zhong Renwang, will challenge you to a duel today to let you know that this world is not what you want!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and his clothes rose and fell slightly with his rapid breathing.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang regained the toughness and decisiveness of a gang leader. Facing Shi Feiyang's "provocation", Zhong Renwang decided to defend his authority and the order of the martial arts world. His momentum seemed to want to eat Shi Feiyang alive.

After hearing what Zhong Renwang said, Shi Feiyang's mouth curled up even more, and the sneer became more obvious.

At this moment, the mud and water on the ground were swept up by the strong wind, forming thick mud pillars, like the arms of an ancient demon god, cheering and shouting in support of his provocation. He leaned slightly to the side, his feet firmly standing, like a pine tree deeply rooted in the earth, indestructible.

Shi Feiyang's voice was filled with a hint of teasing as he said coldly, "I've long heard that the Beggar Gang's sacred weapon, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, is unrivaled. Today, I want to see it for myself. Gang Leader Zhong, please show no mercy!"

After saying this, Shi Feiyang's aura suddenly changed, and a powerful breath emanated from him, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years had awakened, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and emit a "buzzing" sound.

The mud and water on the ground were also shaken by this momentum, causing ripples to appear, and even the surrounding environment was trembling because of Shi Feiyang's powerful aura.

Zhong Renwang was also undeterred. He took a deep breath and circulated his Qi. The Qi in his Dantian surged like surging waves. His clothes rustled in the strong wind like fluttering battle flags.

He shouted, "Alright! Then I'll let you witness the power of my Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! As the Sect Leader, I will let you know today that our Beggars' Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and is not just a name!"

Then he performed the first move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, "The Arrogant Dragon Will Regret". Zhong Renwang's palm was accompanied by a powerful airflow, which seemed to be able to split mountains and rocks. Wherever it went, the surrounding air was vibrated by the palm wind and made a buzzing sound, as if countless bees were flapping their wings in his ears.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang's eyes were filled with concentration and ruthlessness. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he wanted to use his strength to let Shi Feiyang know how powerful he was. His eyes seemed to say, today I will make you, this arrogant guy, suffer.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes suddenly became cold and gleaming. The light in his eyes was like two sharp blades piercing Zhong Renwang.

He suddenly shouted, "Come on!" The sound resounded through the sky, drowning out the howling of wind and rain, penetrating the clouds and reaching the sky.

At the same time, he also performed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, also a move called "The Dragon Will Regret If It Arrogant", and faced Zhong Renwang's palm head-on.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, like a heavy bomb exploding. The palm power of the two people collided with each other, generating a powerful impact force, which splashed the surrounding mud and water, as if it was raining mud.

The scene of mud and rain splashing was extremely spectacular. The mud and water splashed everywhere, forming arcs that flashed strange light in the wind and rain.

Both of them have profound skills, and they can use peerless martial arts such as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms when they attack.

In an instant, palm winds roared, like countless sharp blades slicing through the air, emitting a sharp whirring sound. Waves of air surged like a surging tide, one after another. Wherever they passed, the muddy water on the ground was swept up several feet high, forming columns of turbid water.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the wind and rain, and every confrontation caused the surrounding air to vibrate endlessly, emitting a dull "buzzing" sound, and the air groaned in pain under this powerful palm force.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Zhong Renwang was secretly surprised and couldn't help shouting, "I didn't expect that at such a young age, you could perform the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms so skillfully. Every move and every form is in no way inferior to mine! You are worthy of being the one who can defeat Xie Luojia. Today, my Beggars' Sect will challenge you to a duel!"

As he spoke, he frowned slightly, the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he had been struggling in the martial arts world for many years, but rarely met an opponent who could compete with him in martial arts.

Shi Feiyang's performance at this moment gave Zhong Renwang a completely new understanding of this young man. A complex emotion surged in his heart, including admiration for Shi Feiyang's strength and reluctance to be challenged as the gang leader.

Shi Feiyang, having read the Nine Yin Manual countless times, had a deeper understanding of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. His palm techniques incorporated the essence of the Nine Yin Manual, making his palm power even more powerful and his moves even more unpredictable.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Zhong Renwang gradually felt exhausted. He felt that Shi Feiyang's palm power was getting stronger and stronger. Every time he slapped him, it was as if he was fighting against a towering mountain. The powerful recoil force made Zhong Renwang's arms numb, as if countless steel needles were piercing through his arms.

At this moment, beads of sweat began to form on Zhong Renwang's forehead. They mixed with the rain and slid down his cheeks like beads from a broken string. His breathing became rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently like surging waves. Every breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang couldn't help feeling a little panic. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he had never been so embarrassed in a fierce battle. He began to realize that he might have seriously underestimated Shi Feiyang's strength. An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in his heart. He was already on the edge of a cliff and would fall into the abyss if he was not careful.

Zhong Renwang's movements gradually became slower and his reactions were not as good as before.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and performed the "Dragon Fighting in the Wild" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, as if it was a huge black mountain that was about to collapse, accumulating the power to destroy the world for this decisive battle.

The clouds rolled and surged, making a low rumbling sound, as if a demon was roaring.

But Shi Feiyang suddenly shouted, "Boss Zhong, take it!" His voice was filled with the joy of victory and arrogance. The voice penetrated the thick clouds and resounded throughout the world, like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears, making their eardrums hurt.

Shi Feiyang's palm, with a force of a thousand pounds, slapped towards Zhong Renwang's chest swiftly. The palm was wrapped with endless power, and wherever it went, the air was compressed and made a hissing sound.

Zhong Renwang was unable to dodge and was hit hard by Shi Feiyang's palm. His body flew backwards involuntarily. With a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground, splashing muddy water several feet high, covering his embarrassed body.

"Boss Zhong, thank you for giving in." Shi Feiyang said coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

At this time, the wind and rain gradually stopped, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, like a golden divine light, sprinkling on Shi Feiyang's body, making him look like a god of war. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Zhong Renwang lying on the ground, his eyes seemed to be looking down on an ant.

Shi Feiyang's voice was heard in the silence after the storm, with an arrogant aura, declaring to the world his invincibility. The voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the empty sky and earth for a long time.

Zhong Renwang was lying on the ground, his face as pale as paper, bloodless, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

He never imagined that he, the leader of the Beggars' Sect and a famous figure in the martial arts world, would be defeated by Shi Feiyang.

The heroes around were stunned when they saw this scene, their faces full of shock and confusion. This fierce battle shattered their understanding of the martial arts world, and they couldn't help but feel deep awe for Shi Feiyang's strength.

The members of the Beggar Gang gathered around and wanted to help Zhong Renwang up, but Zhong Renwang waved his hand to stop them.

He stood up with difficulty and looked at Shi Feiyang with a complex expression in his eyes, including awe, unwillingness, and helplessness.

At this time, Zhong Renwang was slightly hunched over, completely losing the high spirits he had as the gang leader before.

This failure was a huge blow to him. He realized that there were still many unknown strong men in this world, and his authority was not unshakable. A sense of sadness of a hero in his twilight years welled up in his heart.

"Young Master Shi, excellent martial arts!" Zhong Renwang gritted his teeth. "Today, I, Zhong Renwang, am inferior to you in skills, so I have nothing to say. But as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, I implore you, for the sake of our fellow martial artists, not to kill us all. If this Divine Sword Villa were truly destroyed, the martial arts world would be in chaos."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, his voice filled with fatigue and helplessness.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang is more like an old man who bows his head in the face of time and reality, rather than the powerful leader of the Beggars' Sect. His words reveal his concern for the overall situation of the martial arts world and his calm acceptance of his own failure.

Shi Feiyang glanced at Zhong Renwang, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "As long as Xie Luojia and his son are willing to apologize, I will spare Divine Sword Villa this time."

After saying that, he turned to look at Xie Luojia lying on the ground, his eyes revealing a hint of cold murderous intent, and said coldly: "Xie Luojia, did you hear that?"

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a king standing at the top of the martial arts world, controlling the fate of others.

The surrounding environment seemed to be submitting to his kingly aura.

The violent storm had just subsided, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger, like an invisible haze, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

There was dead silence all around, only Shi Feiyang's resounding words were like thunder, shocking the whole audience.

Shi Feiyang exudes an innate domineering aura.

He single-handedly challenged the authority of the traditional martial arts world. At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared directly at Xie Luojia, and every word he said was filled with unquestionable justice: "Xie Luojia, at this point, you still want to deny it? Today, I will expose your numerous evil deeds to the public!"

As the leader of the martial arts world, Xie Luojia mastered the Thirteen Deadly Swords at a young age. Leveraging his father's influence within the martial arts world, he ran rampant for years. For a long time, the vast majority of the martial arts world flattered him, keeping him in a high position.

This made Xie Luojia even more arrogant and narrow-minded.

Now Shi Feiyang asked Xie Luojia to confess his guilt and apologize in public. This was a great humiliation for him and he could not accept it no matter what.

At this moment, his face was ashen, like the terrifyingly gloomy sky before a storm. The veins on his forehead bulged like angry earthworms wriggling, and his hands trembled slightly with extreme anger.

However, he also pretended to be calm and shouted at the top of his voice: "Shi Feiyang, stop slandering me!"

Although the voice tried hard to maintain its former majesty, it could not hide the panic and anger within it.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his voice growing colder and colder, like frost on a freezing night, carrying a biting chill. "You're slandering me? Do you still remember the Qingcheng Sect? It was once a peaceful sect, devoted to pure cultivation. But because you refused to hand over your sect's core sword technique, you harbored evil intentions. Overnight, the Qingcheng Sect was brutally annihilated. The cries of children and the pleas of women were abruptly silenced by your butcher knife, and those sounds still seem to echo in my ears. Blood gushed down the steps of the mountain gate, turning the entire Qingcheng Sect into a sea of ​​blood, a living hell!"

Every word Shi Feiyang spoke was like a sharp blade, piercing Xie Luojia's vitals. He exuded a righteous spirit and looked at Xie Luojia firmly, not afraid of the once high and mighty leader of the martial arts world.

As soon as these words were spoken, the martial artists around him gasped and there was an uproar at the scene.

Some had expressions of horror on their faces, as if they had seen the most terrifying demon in the world; others were filled with anger, with raging rage burning in their eyes, and their condemning glances shot towards She Luojia like sharp arrows.

Xie Zhichuan, Xie Luojia's son, was among the crowd. Upon hearing this, his face instantly darkened. He had been doted on by his father since childhood, raised amidst the flattery of others, developing an arrogant and domineering personality. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

At this moment, he clenched his fists, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and the anger and unwillingness in his heart were like a surging tide, almost drowning him.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would make Shi Feiyang and Xiong Ying pay a thousand times the price for this blood feud today. The viciousness in his eyes was exactly the same as Xie Luojia's.

Shi Feiyang continued to speak, his words becoming increasingly passionate, his voice resounding like a bell throughout the room. "And the leader of the Iron Sword Sect, for that lost copy of the 'Swift Wind Sword Technique,' you actually imprisoned him in a dark, damp dungeon. You personally branded his back with a red-hot iron, leaving him unconscious from the pain. You cruelly splashed cold water on him to wake him, torturing him repeatedly just to force him to hand over the manual. In the end, he refused to surrender, and you personally slit his throat with a dagger. How cruel! Have you ever considered the magnitude of this atrocity?"

Shi Feiyang spoke righteously, and every word he said was filled with accusations against evil.

His figure radiated light at this moment, becoming the embodiment of justice.

Xie Luojia's eyes began to flicker, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, shining in the sunlight with an embarrassed light.

But he was still struggling in his last moments, shouting at the top of his lungs: "You're talking nonsense! These are all lies you made up!"

However, his trembling voice and panicked eyes had already exposed his guilty conscience.

Shi Feiyang's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at Xie Luojia, seeing through his hypocrisy and sin. "Lies? How did the brothers from the Xiongying Society get injured? You knew that several of our core members were going to discuss important matters, so you planted poisonous hidden weapons and set numerous traps along the way. Hidden weapons rained down like a torrential rain, and my brothers struggled in pain. Yet you arranged for experts to ruthlessly hunt them down, wielding sharp blades and hacking at the injured, staining the entire grass red with blood! If I hadn't arrived in time, they would have been killed long ago! Your actions are unforgivable!"

Shi Feiyang became more and more excited as he spoke, his chest heaving violently. His righteousness was like a surging wave, ready to completely drown Xie Luojia's evil.

Under Shi Feiyang's harsh questioning, Xie Luojia's face turned as pale as paper, without any blood.

The anger in Xie Luojia's heart was like a raging volcano, but he was unable to refute because he was in the wrong.

He could never have imagined that he, who usually acted so arrogantly, would be forced into such a desperate situation by an unknown young man today.

He raised his head to the heavens and let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with resentment and anger, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. "The world will always have justice! I, Xie Luojia, act uprightly. How could I admit to these false accusations? I would never ambush others. This must be Shi Feiyang's slander! I, Xie, would rather die than surrender!"

However, those who are familiar with Xie Luojia know that this impassioned speech is nothing but a cover for his hypocrisy. Every word he said is full of lies and deception. It is just that his narrow mind makes him unable to accept the exposure of his crimes.

Shi Feiyang just listened quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer, mocking Xie Luojia's stubbornness and stupidity, and also firmly believing that justice will prevail over evil.

Suddenly, a flicker of determination flashed across Xie Luojia's eyes. With lightning speed, he bent down and grabbed the longsword from the ground. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

Some of the martial artists around were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and they could barely stand.

Some looked around in panic, not knowing what to do.

In the crowd, a disciple from a small sect who had been bullied by Xie Luojia couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "This evil villain has done so many evil things in his daily life. Now he is just reaping the fruits of his own labor!" Then, more and more people angrily denounced Xie Luojia's insidiousness and viciousness, and his lack of justice. Not only did he serve as the leader of the martial arts world in vain, but he also brought a darker atmosphere to the martial arts world and caused countless more killings in the world.

Shi Feiyang remained calm, as all this was within his expectations.

His calm demeanor further highlights his righteousness and fearlessness.

"Master Alliance Leader Xie, you can't do that!" Seeing this, the Beggar Gang leader Zhong Renwang's face suddenly changed. He thought to himself that something was wrong and hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

He dodged and tried to rush over to stop it, but it was too late.

Zhao Xianming, the leader of the "Cloud-Stepping Sword", also widened his eyes, his face filled with fear. He subconsciously took a step forward, but could only watch it all happen.

Shi Feiyang just looked at Xie Luojia's actions coldly, without any intention of stopping him. In his eyes, Xie Luojia's choice was already doomed, and this was the fate of evil.

"No--" The martial artists around screamed in surprise, and the sounds came one after another, breaking the already tense atmosphere.

Some covered their eyes, not daring to look at the tragic scene; others stood there in a daze, their faces full of disbelief.

The fear and panic of these martial artists formed a sharp contrast with Shi Feiyang's calmness.

Shi Feiyang is like a towering mountain, standing firm in this chaotic scene and defending the dignity of justice.

Xie Luojia seemed not to hear anything, his eyes were empty and resolute, and he put the sword across his neck without hesitation.

With a "puff" sound, blood splattered everywhere, and his body slowly fell down, splashing a cloud of dust. It looked particularly desolate in this empty field.

His life ended in an extreme way at this last moment.

Shi Feiyang stood aside and watched all this. His figure seemed even taller in the sunlight. He used his courage and righteousness to uncover the darkness hidden in the martial arts world and became a symbol of justice in the hearts of most martial arts heroes.

(End of this chapter)