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

Chapter 126: Chivalrous and tender, fighting against the raging waves, sword shadows like rainbows cut down the evil and stubborn

At this time, the disciples of the Xiongying Society, led by Iron Palm Wu Zhong and Double-Edged Blade Xiao Lingling, were engaged in a fierce battle with the enemies who were trying to steal their money and food.

Wu Zhong used all his internal energy from the "Six Harmonies Sutra" to perform the unique skill of the "Demon Subduing Palm Technique", the "Mountain-Splitting and Rock-Splitting Palm". His iron palm became more and more powerful, and each palm strike carried the power to split mountains and rocks. The veins in his arms bulged from the continuous force, and each palm strike was accompanied by the enemy's screams.

An enemy holding a spear suddenly stabbed at Wu Zhong. Wu Zhong did not dodge, but grabbed the spear head with his iron palm and performed a move called "Iron Palm Breaking Spear Force". He bent the spear with force and the spear instantly broke into two pieces. Then he took advantage of the situation and slapped the enemy on the chest. The enemy flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Xiao Lingling's mandarin duck sword flashed with cold light on the battlefield. She performed the "Mandarin Duck Dragon and Phoenix" move of the "Mandarin Duck Sword School". This move was exquisite. The two swords, one attacking and one defending, coordinated perfectly to repel the approaching enemies one by one.

Her figure is like a dancing butterfly, but she hides murderous intent.

An enemy took advantage of her attack and attacked from behind. Xiao Lingling seemed to sense something, turned her body lightly, and performed a move called "Mandarin Duck Loop Slash". She swung the long sword in her hand backhand, and a flash of blood appeared. The enemy covered his neck and slowly fell down, with blood flowing out from between his fingers.

In that "slaughterhouse" completely engulfed by war and blood, the thick and pungent smell of blood was like a mass of thick miasma that could not be dissolved, spreading wantonly, and every breath of air was saturated with it, making it almost suffocating.

Severed limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and pools of blood formed, winding across the uneven ground. Low, heavy clouds hung like a crumbling lead sheet, weighing down the earth, darkening and oppressive the sky and earth. A wild wind roared like a beast, sweeping across the battlefield, stirring up dust and blood, making everything even more blurred and indistinct.

Shi Feiyang had just finished Hou Yi's Sun Shooting with thunderous force and was about to turn back to rescue Yi Li when something unexpected happened, like a ghost. A sinister laugh, as if emanating from the depths of Hell, drifted slowly from the edge of the battlefield.

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw an old man with a hunched figure and a face as wrinkled and twisted as withered tree bark. Like a wisp of strange black smoke bred by darkness, he slowly emerged. The old man was dressed in a black robe, so pure that it seemed to absorb all the darkness in the world. On this dim battlefield, it glowed with a chilling light, and a chill permeated from it, like a curse from hell.

He held tightly in his hand an ebony cane. The gem inlaid on the top of the cane emitted a strange blood-red light. In this bloody scene, it looked even more eerie, just like the evil eyes of a devil staring at all the creatures in the world, revealing endless greed and cruelty.

This man was none other than the Evil Shadow Cult's feared guardian, the Ghost-Faced Old Man. "Shi Feiyang, today is your day of death!" The Ghost-Faced Old Man's piercing voice, like the shrill wail of a night owl in the dead of night, resonated relentlessly over the battlefield, like a cursed note, piercing the depths of everyone's heart, shaking every soul.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his cane down on the ground. Like a thunderclap, the ground shook violently. Inky black cracks, like a ferocious beast awakening, spread rapidly from the old man's feet, baring its fangs and claws, as if ready to devour everything in the world. Wherever the cracks passed, earth and rocks flew, and the ground shattered like a broken puzzle.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were wide open, and the rage in his eyes seemed to be able to burn the ghost-faced old man in front of him to ashes in an instant. He shouted sternly: "You evil villain, how dare you be so presumptuous here!" Shi Feiyang was upright by nature and hated evil. Facing such an evil person, his inner sense of justice was instantly ignited, and his voice revealed an unquestionable majesty and determination.

He is the embodiment of justice and wants to cleanse the world of all evil.

The ghost-faced old man laughed strangely, and the laugh was full of arrogance and disdain. His figure suddenly turned into a black shadow, like a black meteor, and pounced towards Shi Feiyang at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Shi Feiyang, so fast that people had no time to react.

The gem on the top of the crutch in his hand shone brightly, and a dark beam of light, like a sharp arrow shot from the dark abyss, carried with it a terrifying aura of destruction, pierced straight towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang slammed his right foot against the ground, and his body dodged sideways like an arrow.

The black beam whizzed past his clothes, tearing the air apart like an invisible blade wherever it passed, emitting a sharp whistling sound. On the ground, the beam pierced a bottomless black hole. The land at the edge of the black hole was shattered by the powerful force, turning it into dust. The gravel flew around like shotgun, creating small craters in the surrounding ground.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the sideways momentum, twisting his waist with all his might. His right hand shot out like a flash of lightning, instantly drawing the Burmese knife from his waist. As the knife was unsheathed, a cold light suddenly shone, like a white streak at dawn, abruptly slicing through the blood-shrouded night sky. The cold light from the blade could freeze a person's soul.

At this time, a strong wind blew past, making Shi Feiyang's clothes flutter like a fluttering battle flag.

Shi Feiyang, normally calm and resolute, displayed extraordinary courage and composure at this critical moment. Every movement was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or delay. He channeled his inner strength, unleashing the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong—"Supreme Forgetfulness."

Instantly, a bone-chilling aura, like a raging tsunami, surged from Shi Feiyang's body, spreading wildly in all directions, centered around him. The surrounding air seemed instantly plunged into an extremely cold land, and water vapor quickly condensed into ice crystals, gleaming with a cold and eerie light under the dim moonlight.

Shi Feiyang stood firmly with his feet, his knees slightly bent, and the true energy in his body surged violently, forming a huge and violent vortex. In the vortex, countless air currents were spinning rapidly like mad dragons, generating a suction force so strong that it could swallow everything, as if to drag everything around, whether it was tangible objects or invisible air, into the endless dark abyss.

This vortex was like a black hole from the depths of the universe. Wherever it went, sand, gravel and dust were sucked in. Even the deep-rooted grass and trees nearby were uprooted and quickly gathered towards the center of the vortex, making a rustling sound.

The strong wind carried the swept debris and raged over the battlefield, adding to the chaos and terror.

Relying on his profound internal strength and powerful martial arts, Shi Feiyang always maintained a strong aura during the fierce battle, and he firmly believed that justice will prevail over evil. This belief is like a burning flame, supporting him to move forward courageously.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang used the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique". He took a big step forward with his left foot, leaned forward, and held the Burmese knife tightly in both hands. He chopped it down from top to bottom. The knife light flashed, and with a thousand pounds of force, the knife wind whistled past.

Then, he quickly turned his wrist, and the Burmese knife drew an arc in the air, slashing towards the neck of the ghost-faced old man.

As he swung his sword, his left palm was also busy. In an instant, it transformed into countless claw shadows, interweaving and reflecting with the sword light. Like a violent storm, it bombarded the ghost-faced old man with indiscriminate force. Wherever the claw shadows passed, the air was torn by the claw wind, making a hissing sound. The sharp blade cut through it wantonly, and visible waves of air spread out in all directions.

On the ground, where the knife wind and claw wind swept through, deep and shallow gullies were left behind, like scars on the earth.

Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was fierce and swift, just like his personality. He charged forward courageously, never retreating. Every move and gesture radiated his boldness and dominance. Seeing this, the Ghost-Faced Old Man remained unfazed. He planted his feet slightly apart, firmly in a horse stance, and spun his cane with dizzying speed. Black mist, like boiling ink, poured forth from it, rapidly filling the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, it formed a massive black shield, tightly enveloping him.

A strange and mysterious light surged from the black shield's surface. Like countless writhing black venomous snakes, it spoke of the shield's inherent mystery and immense power. "Hmph, with that little skill, you think you can hurt me?" The ghost-faced old man sneered, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain. His laughter echoed through the bone-chilling night sky, carrying a chill that penetrated deep into the bones.

The Ghost-Faced Old Man has long held a high position in the Evil Shadow Cult. He has always been ruthless and has a high opinion of himself. Facing Shi Feiyang's attack, although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually afraid of Shi Feiyang's strength in his heart. It was just that the arrogance he had developed over the years made him unwilling to show it at all.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly and his attack became more fierce.

His body spun rapidly, causing the Burmese knife to carve out huge circles of light one after another. In the flashing of the knife shadow, it seemed to completely cut the dark night sky, a gash that would never heal. His figure moved swiftly, sometimes rushing towards the ghost-faced old man, sometimes dodging sideways, as elusive as a ghost, making it impossible to catch his trace.

The shadows of his palms and claws coordinated seamlessly with the flash of his Burmese sword, forming an impenetrable, invulnerable attack net that tightly enveloped the Ghost-Faced Old Man, leaving him nowhere to escape. In an instant, sand and rocks flew, and the sounds of wind, swords, and claws intertwined to create a thrilling battle melody.

During the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang constantly observed the Ghost-Faced Old Man's weaknesses. His eyes were firm and sharp, and he never missed any opportunity to defeat his opponent, demonstrating his outstanding wisdom and tenacious fighting spirit. Under the powerful blessing of Mingyu Gong, Shi Feiyang's internal energy surged like a surging tide, continuously pouring into his Burmese sword.

The chill on the Burmese sword became increasingly intense and biting, and every ray of sword light contained a trace of chill emitted by the Mingyu Gong.

The coldness was like countless tiny but extremely sharp ice needles, silently penetrating every acupuncture point of the Ghost-Faced Old Man.

The Ghost-Faced Old Man felt a chilling aura, like thousands of tiny, icy insects, rapidly invading his acupuncture points and spreading madly through his meridians. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and for the first time, a flicker of barely concealed panic crossed his once confident gaze. At that moment, the temperature within a dozen feet of their bodies seemed to plummet to freezing point. Everything around them was covered in a thin layer of frost. Even the Ghost-Faced Old Man's breath instantly condensed into a white mist.

As time passed, the icy aura continued to spread and rage within the Ghost-Faced Old Man's body. His blood seemed to be frozen by a thick layer of ice, its flow slowing down until it almost stagnated. His movements became sluggish and stiff, the cane in his hand spinning more and more slowly, and the light of the black shield grew dimmer, like a candle about to go out.

The look of pain on the ghost-faced old man's face became more and more intense. His lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but the cold feeling completely froze his throat and he could only make a few weak whimpers.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang keenly realized that the time had come. He exerted force with his feet, jumped high, and spun rapidly in the air. He raised the Burmese knife high in his hand, gathered all the strength in his body, and slashed down at the ghost-faced old man with a majestic momentum to destroy the world.

This blade seemed to condense all the power of heaven and earth. The blade light cut through the air, emitting a sharp and piercing whistling sound, like a divine punishment. The ghost-faced old man widened his eyes in horror and tried to dodge, but found that his body had already been imprisoned by the icy energy and could not move.

The blade flashed down, cleaving the Ghost-Faced Old Man's body in two. Blood gushed out like a fountain, creating a bloody mist in the cold night sky, as if it were the final struggle of his sinful life. Bang! The two halves of the Ghost-Faced Old Man's body slammed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang slowly put away his Burmese knife, looked around with sharp eyes, and prepared to face the next unknown fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang knows very well that in this world full of evil and disputes, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of upholding justice. As long as evil exists, he will never stop fighting.

On the other side, the raging flames of war pushed the fierce battle to a white-hot climax. The tension was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, fragile and ready to explode at any moment. Above the sky, thick dark clouds seemed to be piled up and squeezed by a pair of giant hands hidden in the darkness, presenting a distorted and oppressive shape, like a huge and hideous black curtain, weighing down heavily on the earth, as if to devour the world mercilessly.

Occasionally, a strange glimmer of light would appear in the gaps between the dark clouds. It was not the dawn of hope, but the prelude to the impending lightning, adding a sense of horror to the dark and depressing sky.

The strong wind was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, roaring and sweeping in with overwhelming force.

With its unstoppable force, it blew the sand and rocks on the ground into the sky like hidden weapons.

The sand and stones collided with each other, making sharp and piercing whistling sounds, as if they were cheering wildly for this cruel and bloody battle.

The rumble of the wind was mingled with the faint rumble of distant thunder, a muffled, suppressed sound like the earth's deep groan in pain. The surrounding trees, battered by the raging wind, their stout trunks swayed violently, branches creaked, and leaves rustled as they fell, as if silently weeping over this human tragedy. The distant mountains, shrouded by the gray sky, were blurred and indistinct, like silent, dormant beasts, observing the bloody battle with cold eyes, silently bearing witness to the cruelty and unpredictability of the martial arts world.

Li Mancang's right arm was injured, and blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, quickly staining his clothes into a shocking crimson. Under the gloomy sky, the red color looked even more miserable.

However, he was like a wild beast that became even more crazy after being injured. He clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks bulged high due to the force, and his eyes flashed with a fierce and unwilling light, as if two flames of hatred were burning in them.

Although the pain followed him like a shadow and tortured him like a maggot in his tarsal bones, he endured it with his tenacious will and brought his signature skill, the "Dog Beating Stick Technique", to the pinnacle of perfection.

He was seen swinging the iron rod in his hand with great force, and the shadows of the rod crisscrossed like an extremely furious vicious dog, rushing towards Ellie with bared fangs and claws. Every time the shadow of the rod swept, it was accompanied by a whistling wind, as if to grind the surrounding air into powder.

And beneath his feet, the land was covered with layers of sand and rocks blown up by the strong wind. With his violent movements, the sand and rocks flew all over the sky, intertwining with the surrounding dust, making the whole scene increasingly hazy and chaotic, like an apocalyptic picture filled with violence and conflict.

Yi Li's face was as cold as frost, and her eyes were like bright stars in the cold night, deep and sharp, revealing a reassuring calmness and determination. There was no fear in her eyes, like a bottomless pool, tightly locking onto Li Mancang's every move.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, a confident arc forming, as if proudly declaring to her opponent that victory in this fierce battle was within her grasp. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes, twirling nimbly like a petal dancing in the wind. The Qingfeng sword in her hand resembled a nimble white snake, its delicate movements creating a dazzling and eerie pattern of sword flowers.

At this moment, Ellie unleashed her "Ethereal Cloud Steps." Each step was as light as if treading on clouds. Her toes tapped the ground, sending her bouncing upwards, her body tracing graceful arcs through the air, like a dancing fairy, yet within this grace lay a deadly, piercing intent. Each step was like a dragonfly skimming the water, appearing and disappearing, leaving no one able to predict her next move. She had become one with the world, her form elusive and uncertain. At the same time, Ellie unleashed her "Thirteen Cloud and Mist Swords," a mysterious and unpredictable sword technique, like the ever-shifting mists of the mountains.

I saw her wrist shaking slightly, and her sword moves were a mixture of real and fake, changing endlessly. Sometimes the sword was as powerful as a torrential rain, stabbing out swiftly, with a flash of cold light, which made people terrified; sometimes the sword moves were like a gentle breeze, seemingly light and ethereal, but in fact they contained deadly killing moves that were hard to guard against.

Amidst the impenetrable shadows of the sticks, Ellie's figure was nimble, like a swift swallow, weaving freely and effortlessly between the gust of wind and the narrow gaps between the sticks. The wind blew her hair wildly, causing it to flutter around her face, yet it couldn't disturb her in the slightest.

Ellie's eyes were firm and focused, tightly locking onto Li Mancang's every move. The flying sand and stones around her swirled around her, but they automatically avoided her as if they had life, in awe of her powerful strength and calm demeanor.

Ellie's gaze was as sharp as a cheetah's, gazing intently at Li Mancang's prey, keenly capturing his every subtle movement. Seizing the slightest flaw left by Li Mancang's injury, she didn't hesitate. She slammed her right foot into the ground, her body shooting forward like an arrow, her sword thrust out with an unstoppable momentum, piercing the wind and clouds.

At that moment, a sharp glint flashed in Yili's eyes, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, a determination to kill. With a "whoosh," the sharp tip of the sword pierced Li Mancang's left leg with pinpoint accuracy, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, striking home with a single blow.

Li Mancang groaned in pain, his body paused for a moment, and the muscles on his face twisted and deformed due to the severe pain, like a withered flower ravaged by a strong wind.

How could Yili miss such a great opportunity? She quickly turned her wrist, and her movements were as smooth as flowing water, like a nimble snake. She cleverly avoided the iron rod in Li Mancang's hand, and with a flash of cold light, she stabbed straight into Li Mancang's throat.

Her movements were seamless, showcasing her mastery of swordsmanship and combat techniques. Simultaneously, she pursed her lips, her expression solemn, her whole being focused on this fatal strike. Li Mancang was terrified, his eyes widening as if they were about to burst from their sockets. He tried to dodge, but his body was sluggish from pain and shock. Like a trapped animal in a quagmire, he could only watch helplessly as the sword's tip drew ever closer, the shadow of death looming over him like a dark cloud. The wind intensified, toppling the surrounding trees and rustling their branches. Branches lashed against each other, crackling and trembling with the intense tension.

The fierce wind swept up the broken limbs on the ground, revealing the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle. It was terrifying, as if one were in hell on earth. At this critical moment, a cold light shot out from the side, heading straight for Ellie's back.

It turned out to be one of Li Mancang's men, hiding in the dark. Seeing that his master's life was hanging by a thread, he hurriedly came to help in secret.

Ellie was so perceptive that she instantly sensed the deadly danger coming from behind.

Her pupils suddenly constricted, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky that suddenly dimmed. Her expression changed drastically, but she quickly regained her composure, displaying a calmness beyond human comprehension. Her body twisted rapidly in the air, like a hawk nimbly maneuvering through the air. Simultaneously, she stomped her left foot hard on a nearby raised rock. Using the reaction force, she flew off at an angle like lightning. The hidden weapon brushed past her clothes, whistling past, stirring up a breeze like the Grim Reaper's scythe brushing past.

Taking advantage of this delay, Li Mancang leaped back like a wounded beast fleeing, putting distance between himself and Ellie.

At this moment, the sand and stones on the ground were lifted up by the fierce movements of the two people and filled the air, mixing with the bloody smell and dust above the battlefield, forming a turbid and depressing atmosphere, making it difficult and heavy for people to breathe, as if every breath of air was mixed with the smell of death.

The sand and stones hit the surrounding objects, making crackling sounds, playing a sad song full of despair and struggle.

Li Mancang clutched his wound, panting heavily. Each breath throbbed with pain, a dull thud like the strain of an old bellows. He glared at Ellie fiercely, his eyes filled with hatred, a gaze that threatened to rip her apart. He gritted his teeth and said, "You little bitch, don't expect a good day today!" Then, trembling, he pulled a black bottle from his bosom. The bottle exuded a mysterious and eerie aura, as if it were an evil object brought from the depths of hell.

He pulled out the cork with force, and in an instant, a pungent and thick smoke spread out. The smoke was dark gray, like the miasma exhaled by the devil, and it spread quickly in the air. Wherever it went, everything was shrouded in a haze.

This smoke is a special smoke carefully made by Li Mancang. Once inhaled, you will instantly feel dizzy, your limbs will become weak, and you will completely lose your combat effectiveness.

At this time, the strong wind quickly blew away the smoke, and the flowers and plants around the two people trembled slightly under the cover of the smoke. The originally bright petals lost their color and became gray and wilted, as if they were also corroded by this evil breath and lost all vitality.

Driven by the strong wind, the smoke formed strange vortices, seemingly hiding countless unknown dangers, like the entrance to hell. Ellie's brows furrowed tightly, like two tangled willow leaves, and a flicker of alarm flashed in her eyes, like a deer sniffing danger. She secretly cried out in alarm, holding her breath, channeling her inner energy, and unleashing the "Fresh Wind Shadow Step."

Her figure was a faint shadow, darting through the smoke at a rapid pace, like lightning streaking across the night sky, or a nimble ghost darting through the darkness. Her feet tapped the ground lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, each movement of force perfectly timed to allow her to swiftly shift positions in this complex and dangerous environment.

Sometimes she glided sideways, her movements light and smooth, like a fish swimming in the water; sometimes she turned quickly, as agile as a nimble monkey, cleverly avoiding the invasion of the smoke, and quickly approaching towards Li Mancang, her eyes always firm, staring at the target closely, and the diffuse smoke was nothing but an illusion to her.

Li Mancang was horrified to see that Yili was unaffected by the smoke. A flicker of panic flashed across his once fierce eyes, like a beast cornered by its hunter. He was about to strike again when Yili appeared before him like a ghost, so fast that he had no time to react.

A trace of determination flashed in Ellie's eyes, like the twinkling of a cold star. She gathered all her strength into her right arm and thrust the sword in her hand out without hesitation.

At that moment, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, filled with determination to kill, as if she could see through every flaw in her opponent. With a dull but clear sound of a blade piercing flesh, the tip of the sword hit Li Mancang's chest.

Li Mancang opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of disbelief and despair, as if telling of the unfairness of fate. Blood spurted out of his mouth like a red fountain, drawing a sad and beautiful arc in the air.

His body shook a few times, then slowly fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and ending this thrilling battle.

At this time, the strong wind gradually subsided, and the smoke on the battlefield slowly dissipated, leaving only a mess and a strong smell of blood.

The blood on the ground gathered into a winding stream, mixing with the surrounding dust to form a muddy dark red color, silently telling of the fierceness and cruelty of the battle. After a fierce fight, corpses were scattered all around, leaving a mess.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood dyed the earth dark red, and the bloody smell became stronger and stronger, filling the air and making people sick, as if the world was immersed in a sea of ​​blood.

Shi Feiyang and Yi Li stood side by side, looking at the tragic scene, their hearts filled with emotion.

At this time, sporadic drizzles began to fall from the sky, and the raindrops fell like tears of mercy from heaven.

Raindrops hit the ground and mixed with blood, forming dark red streams that flowed slowly, as if trying to wash away the land baptized by war, but it was difficult to wash away the endless blood and sin.

The mountains in the distance were looming in the rain, also in silence for this tragedy. The whole world was immersed in sorrow.

Shi Feiyang turned to look at Yili, his eyes full of gratitude and admiration, and said sincerely: "Miss Yi, if it weren't for your help today, I would have gone through a lot of trouble. Thank you!" His voice was low and powerful, but it was more of recognition and gratitude to Yili. The voice seemed to be a sincere cry from the bottom of his heart.

Ellie smiled, her smile as beautiful and humble as a flower blooming in spring.

She said softly, "Mr. Shi, you are too polite. These evildoers are a scourge to the world and everyone has the right to punish them. I just did what I should do." Her words were concise and clear, but revealed a firm sense of justice. Her voice was like a mountain spring, clear and powerful.

Shi Feiyang nodded, his eyes fixed on the distance as he spoke, "Although we have repelled these enemies, there are still many evil forces in the martial arts world, and the people are still living in dire straits. We cannot let our guard down."

His eyes were filled with worry and determination, a deep awareness of the weight of the responsibility he shouldered. It seemed as if they could pierce the fog and gaze upon the future of the martial arts world. Yi Li's gaze, as resolute as a cold star twinkling in the night sky, responded, "Hero Shi is right. We must restore peace to this martial world and bring prosperity to the people." Her words were filled with power, and they smiled at each other, their eyes filled with unwavering conviction.

At this moment, their hearts are closely connected, and they work together for the peace of the world and the tranquility of the people.

At this time, the drizzle gradually became heavier, and the raindrops fell densely, hitting their bodies and splashing small water droplets.

The rain slid down their cheeks, mixing with the sweat and blood on their faces, but it could not extinguish the blood in their hearts. Instead, it made them more sober and strengthened their belief in moving forward.

This rain is a baptism given to them by God, allowing them to walk more firmly on the path of justice.

Lin Wanqing walked lightly to Shi Feiyang's side. Her eyes were filled with concern and fatigue. She said softly, "Feiyang, we..." Shi Feiyang turned his head and looked at Lin Wanqing. The sharpness in his eyes instantly turned into a gentleness, like the warm sunshine on a spring day.

He nodded slightly and said gently, "Wanqing, thank you for your hard work. Although we have achieved victory, the road ahead is still long, and more challenges await us." His voice was gentle, filled with concern and comfort for Lin Wanqing, and it was like a spring breeze, warming her face. Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Xiang Kun, Xie Wen, and others also gathered around. Their faces were covered with fatigue, and sweat and blood mixed together, flowing down their cheeks, making them look disheveled.

But their eyes were firm and full of trust. They looked at Shi Feiyang as if silently saying, "No matter what the future holds, we will fight alongside you." Their eyes were full of loyalty and determination. They were willing to follow Shi Feiyang and go through fire and water for justice and ideals. That look seemed to be their most firm oath to Shi Feiyang.

Afterwards, they began to bury the dead. With solemn expressions and gentle movements, they carefully buried each body, allowing the deceased to rest in peace. As smoke rose from the kitchen, they lit a fire to cook, gathering strength for the next journey.

In this bloody world, life goes on and they must keep moving forward.

At this time, the rain gradually stopped, and a faint rainbow appeared on the horizon. The rainbow spanned the sky like a bridge of hope, bringing a ray of light to this land that had experienced hardships. It also indicated that although their future would be full of hardships, they would eventually usher in light. The rainbow seemed to be God's blessing to them, giving them the courage and strength to move on.

Shi Feiyang walked to Gong Simeng's side and gently took Xiao Yuyan from her arms.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he was holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world. He was so cautious, afraid of disturbing Xiao Yuyan's sweet dream. He held Xiao Yuyan in his arms and slowly went into the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, Shi Feiyang completely put aside the iron-blooded and cold-blooded look on the battlefield, and a warm smile filled his face. That smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm and gentle, able to dispel all the haze in the world.

He sat on the edge of the bed, put Xiao Yuyan on his lap, and began to tease her constantly.

Sometimes he made faces with his eyes wide open and his mouth grinning, looking so funny that Xiao Yuyan giggled; sometimes he gently tickled Xiao Yuyan, his fingers lightly stroking her waist and armpits, the gentle movements seemed to have magic.

Xiao Yuyan was so amused that she burst into laughter. Her clear laughter echoed in the tent like a silver bell, full of vitality and energy, filling the small tent with a warm atmosphere.

Shi Feiyang looked at Xiao Yuyan's adorable appearance, his eyes filled with doting. He whispered, "Little sister, you must grow up quickly. I will always protect you in the days ahead." His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, filled with endless love and care. It was the most tender lullaby in the world. In this bloody and turbulent world, Shi Feiyang's tough-guy tenderness was fully displayed in Xiao Yuyan.

His tall, mighty and naturally domineering figure now became so gentle and delicate, full of love in front of Xiao Yuyan, and turned into a guardian angel, guarding Xiao Yuyan's innocence and happiness.

Gong Simeng went into the tent and saw Shi Feiyang teasing Xiao Yuyan. She then lay down beside Shi Feiyang and looked at them playing with tenderness. Xiao Yuyan, who had just learned to walk, was so adorable as she stumbled about.

Her tiny feet wobbled forward, her hands waving in the air as she tried to maintain her balance. Each step was filled with childlike innocence and playfulness, making one laugh. This cozy tent, filled with deep affection and love, formed a stark contrast to the cruel world outside, as if they were two completely different worlds.

(End of this chapter)