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

Chapter 131: The wise and brave Shi Feiyang cleverly confronts the treacherous, while the cunning Liu Tingting schemes everything out

The magic spells of the immortal cultivators were indeed extremely powerful, as if a mysterious power from ancient times had awakened at this moment.

Their attack was like a surging tide, instantly dragging the people of Excalibur Villa into a greater predicament.

Some people were struck by the spell, and instantly, a deafening "boom" rang out, like thunder exploding from the plain, echoing through the valley. Those struck instantly transformed into a dazzling ball of light, which then dissipated, leaving behind only a faint wisp of smoke that drifted away in the howling mountain wind, as if they had never existed.

Some were blown away by the overwhelming force, their bodies flying out at breakneck speed like cannonballs. A dull "bang" was heard, and the ground shook violently, as if the earth could hardly bear the impact.

Their bodies rolled several times on the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust, and finally stopped, without any movement. The breath of life was like a candle in the wind, quickly disappearing on this cruel and ruthless battlefield.

Under the joint attack of everyone, the people of Shenjian Villa finally couldn't withstand this overwhelming offensive and began to retreat.

Their sword formation, which had been as solid as a rock, now completely collapsed and fell apart.

The team, which was originally neat and orderly and operated like a precision machine, became chaotic, like a pile of loose sand with no order at all.

Of the three hundred strong men, only a handful remained. Their faces were as pale as paper, devoid of blood, and their eyes revealed deep fear and despair. They were like trapped animals in a desperate situation with no way to escape, filled with helplessness and sorrow.

They fled in a panic like stray dogs, their steps hurried and panicky. The "clattering" sound of their footsteps was particularly harsh on the bloody battlefield. It was the sound of their desperate heartbeats.

In panic, they left behind fear and panic along the way on this land stained with blood.

This fierce battle finally came to an end, and the battlefield was a tragic scene, like a picture of hell.

The corpses lay all over the ground in various postures. Some were twisted into strange shapes, as if they were still struggling in pain at the last moment of their lives; some were incomplete, with limbs scattered around, which was unbearable to look at.

The bright red blood flowed freely, gathered together, dyed a large area of ​​the ground red, and formed blood puddles of varying depths.

In the sunlight, these blood puddles glowed a chilling dark red light, as if the eyes of the devil were staring at the suffering in the world.

The air was thick with the suffocating smell of blood and death. The smell was pungent and sickening, as if it could corrode the human soul. Although the Hengshan disciples finally won, they also paid a heavy price.

Many people were injured, lying on the ground, groaning in pain. The groans were low and painful, as if they were wails from the depths of their souls, telling of the endless suffering they had endured; some even lost their lives.

Their bodies lay there quietly, silently witnessing the brutality of the battle, silently telling the world the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, and warning people of the preciousness of peace.

Liu Tingting stood on this battlefield filled with blood and sorrow, watching it all unfold in silence. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned.

She knew very well that the purpose of her visit was to win Shi Feiyang's favor and thus realize her ulterior motive.

However, in this thrilling battle, she felt an unprecedented shock.

Shi Feiyang's resourcefulness and bravery, every decision he made and every move he made on the battlefield were deeply imprinted in her heart.

She began to re-examine her views of Shi Feiyang, and her previous perceptions based on jealousy and prejudice began to waver at this moment.

Her eyes revealed a hint of confusion and bewilderment, as if she had lost her way on this battlefield of blood and fire. She couldn't help but ask herself repeatedly in her heart, were her feelings for Shi Feiyang purely out of exploitation, or had they changed unconsciously?

She didn't know the answer, but she had a vague premonition in her heart that her fate seemed to be closely linked with Shi Feiyang, like two intertwined silk threads that were difficult to separate.

This feeling made her feel an inexplicable warmth, but also filled with uneasiness and hesitation. She struggled and hesitated in this complex whirlpool of emotions, not knowing where to go.

After killing those people from Shenjian Villa on the mountain, Shi Feiyang was caught in a fierce battle with the Yinma Village and the Langya Gang, with swords flashing and shouts of killing shaking the sky.

He firmly believed that the people he had carefully arranged would be able to fully protect Master Chixia. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, revealing an unwavering belief and confidence that could penetrate the smoke of war and foresee the ultimate victory.

The Burmese knife in his hand flashed with an icy cold light under the sunlight, just like the sharpest star in the night sky. The cold light declared his unshakable determination to the enemy, and anyone who tried to stop him would be ruthlessly cut off by this sharp blade.

The smoke of the fierce battle slowly dissipated like a thin mist on the breeze, leaving the battlefield in a dead silence, like a cursed, empty city. The surrounding mountains and forests were devastated by the ravages of war.

The branches and leaves were broken and scattered on the ground. The charred trunks stood crookedly, and the bark was peeling off, revealing the hideous wood texture, silently telling the brutal battle that had just been experienced. Every scar was engraved with the cruelty of the battle.

Only a gentle breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it also blew up the fallen leaves on the ground and the pungent smell of blood.

The smell of blood was like a lingering haze, permeating the air and penetrating people's nostrils, making their stomachs churn and almost nauseous.

Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Xie Wen and others stood there in a daze, as if they were under a spell.

Their gazes were like nails, fixed on Liu Tingting, filled with vigilance and suspicion, as if they were staring at a ferocious beast that could attack at any moment. They simply couldn't connect the Liu Tingting before them, who had helped kill the enemy, with the scheming Liu Tingting who had caused their Xiongying Club countless suffering.

This sudden change filled their hearts with anxiety and vigilance.

Wu Zhong's brows were twisted into a knot that looked like it could pinch a fly to death, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines.

His fists were clenched tightly, the joints turned white from the force, and the veins between his knuckles bulged out like dormant little snakes.

He lowered his voice, straining it between his teeth as if afraid of being overheard, yet it was filled with uncontrollable anger as he spoke to Xiao Lingling beside him, "Liu Tingting has always been cunning and scheming, her mind as deep as the abyss. While she's helping us today, who knows what sinister schemes she's hatching. We, the disciples of the Xiongying Society, have fallen prey to her many times and suffered greatly. In my opinion, she has no good intentions this time, and might be plotting a fatal blow."

As he spoke, a mountain breeze whistled past, rustling the surrounding branches, as if adding a bit of tension to his words.

Xiao Lingling nodded slightly, her hair flying in the wind.

Her eyes were also filled with worry, and that worry was like a thick dark cloud, hanging over her heart.

She subconsciously tightened the two knives in her hands. The blades flashed with cold light in the mottled sunlight that filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves. The cold light was just like her cold mood at the moment. She was ready to deal with emergencies at any time to protect herself and her companions.

At this moment, a long and shrill wolf howl came from the distant valley, echoing in the silent mountains and forests. The sound seemed like a call from hell, adding a bit of tension and uneasiness.

A waterfall winds down from the top of the mountain, with fast-flowing water, splashing water droplets, and its roar echoes in the valley, playing a heavy background music for this confrontation full of doubts, making people's heart beat faster and nerves tense.

Liu Tingting looked at the crowd, their faces as if facing a formidable enemy, their extremely vigilant expressions, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "What a bunch of short-sighted fools! Once I successfully obtain the White Tiger and the Vermillion Bird and control that supreme power, then you will all submit obediently at my feet and bow down to me."

However, on the surface, she still maintained that gentle and charming smile, which was like a flower blooming in spring, soft and delicate, as if she didn't care at all about the wary looks from everyone.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, so solidified that it was hard to breathe.

Only the gurgling sound of water coming from the mountain stream not far away, like a monotonous piece of music, breaks the strange and depressing silence.

Occasionally, a few leaves that were blackened by the war would slowly fall from the branches like kites with broken strings, drawing a few arcs in the air, and finally falling to the ground, making a subtle and crisp "rustling" sound.

The rocks beside the stream are of various shapes. Some look like monsters with bared fangs and claws, ready to devour people, and some look like old men who are lost in thought and have insight into everything. They stand there quietly, silently witnessing all this.

Master Chixia, accompanied by disciples such as Leran and Ruoran, walked slowly towards Liu Tingting with steady and firm steps.

Behind them, the simple and dilapidated huts of the Hengshan Sect were crumbling in the howling mountain wind, like candles in the wind.

The thatch on the roof was blown wildly by the strong wind, like messy hair. The nun clasped her hands together, with a sincere smile of gratitude on her face, and said, "Thank you very much for your help and for saving my Hengshan Sect. I am deeply grateful."

Her voice is gentle and kind, like the warm spring sun, bringing comfort to people.

The corners of Liu Tingting's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a perfectly appropriate smile that seemed modest but actually concealed scheming. She said gracefully, "You're welcome, Master. I'm Liu Tingting, the fiancée of the leader of the Xiongying Society and the Young Palace Master of the Liaodong Tianchi Shenshui Palace. I've come here on the orders of Shi Feiyang, the leader of the Xiongying Society, to assist Master."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of a mountain spring, but to Wu Zhong and the others, it seemed to hold a hidden meaning. Every word seemed to carry a hook, making people feel vaguely uneasy.

At this moment, she thought to herself, "First, confirm this identity, and then things will be easy. As long as I can deceive their trust, Shi Feiyang will be in my hands sooner or later and at my mercy."

The sunlight shone on her, outlining her graceful figure like a beautiful painting. However, the cunning glint in her eyes was incompatible with the bright sunshine. That light was like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, revealing coldness and calculation.

In the sky, an eagle was circling and soaring high in the sky, making a sharp and shrill cry. The cry pierced the sky, as if it was overlooking this farce in the world with a bit of ridicule.

The mountains in the distance are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a dream, as if it is a mysterious fairyland isolated from the world, which is in sharp contrast to the tense situation before our eyes.

When Wu Zhong heard this, his eyes widened in anger, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and it seemed as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes.

The veins on his face bulged like little snakes twisting angrily, about to break free from their restraints.

He took a sudden step forward, and the dead branches under his feet creaked as if cheering for his anger.

He pointed at Liu Tingting and shouted angrily, "You shameless bastard! How dare you tell such a blatant lie? How could Brother Shi be engaged to you? Are you trying to use your old tricks again and set a trap for us?"

His voice was exceptionally loud in the silent and empty battlefield, like a clap of thunder, shaking the surrounding air and filled with anger and disdain.

The roar startled several birds perched on the branches, which flapped their wings and fled in panic, causing a rustling of branches and leaves. The entire forest was disturbed by his anger.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew by, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently. The branches collided with each other, making a "crackling" sound, and also cheering for Wu Zhong's anger.

Suddenly, a thick fog surged in the valley, a vast expanse of white, enveloping everyone like a tide. The vision instantly became blurred, adding a bit of tension and weirdness to the atmosphere, as if they were in a mysterious maze.

Liu Tingting's heart tightened, but she was a thoughtful woman after all, so she quickly calmed down. She thought to herself, "This old man is really difficult to deal with, but it doesn't matter. As long as Shi Feiyang doesn't expose me, what I say is what I mean. He doesn't know I'm here yet. When he comes, the matter will be settled and he won't be able to deny it."

She bit her lower lip lightly, a look of grievance on her face. It was so pitiful that anyone who didn't know the truth would feel pity. "Master Wu, how could you say that? Heaven and earth can bear witness to my feelings for Feiyang. We've been in love for a long time, but we just never made it public before."

At this moment, a dark cloud slowly drifted by, like a huge curtain, blocking the sunlight and making the surrounding atmosphere even more depressing and dull, as if a huge rock was weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The edges of the dark clouds were a dark lead-gray color, and they looked like they could come down at any moment and swallow everyone up.

At this moment, a gorgeous rainbow spanned the sky, one end connected to the distant mountain, and the other end disappeared in the clouds. This should have been a beautiful sight, but it seemed a little out of place in this tense and suspicious atmosphere, as if it was a mockery of fate.

Just at this time, Yili, Shi Feiyang and others rushed over after defeating the bandits at the foot of the mountain.

When Yi Li heard Liu Tingting's words, her steps suddenly stopped, as if she was blocked by an invisible barrier and nailed to the ground.

Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, bloodless, like frost in winter.

His lips trembled slightly, like fallen leaves shivering in the cold wind.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and pain, tears welled up in his eyes but he stubbornly refused to fall.

Her heart was in turmoil. "How is this possible? How could he be engaged to her? Have I been wrong all this time? All those times I spent with him, those gentle looks in his eyes, were they all my illusions?"

Such thoughts kept circling in her mind, like sharp blades, piercing her heart.

Ellie felt dizzy, the world was spinning, and her mental structure collapsed.

At this moment, the mountain wind suddenly grew stronger, rustling the surrounding trees. The sound was like a sad elegy, as if it was also wailing for her pain.

There were faint rumbles of thunder in the sky, low and depressing, as if foreshadowing the coming of a bigger storm.

There was a pool of water in the mountains. The surface was originally as calm as a mirror, but now it was rippled by the strong wind, just like Ellie's restless heart, which was ups and downs and could not calm down for a long time.

When Shi Feiyang heard what Liu Tingting said, he was dumbfounded for a moment, and his whole body seemed to be cast under a spell, standing still.

His eyes widened to the size of bells, filled with shock and bewilderment, as if caught in a sudden storm, at a loss for words. He could not imagine that Liu Tingting could actually say such despicable and shameless words in public, turning black into white.

For a moment, my mind went blank and I couldn't react. My heart was like a lit powder keg, filled with anger and helplessness.

Shi Feiyang clenched his hands unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to crush the air in his hands, but he slowly loosened his grip, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger that was about to erupt in his heart.

Beside him, the ground lay scattered with the remains of several recent battles. Still-undried blood flowed freely across the ground like a winding stream, emitting a pungent, fishy odor that only added to the aura of murderous intent. The sunlight was completely obscured by thick, dark clouds, and the world seemed to have fallen into an endless night. Everything was shrouded in a gray gloom, and even the air seemed thick and stagnant, making breathing difficult.

On the cliff not far away, there is a naturally formed cave with a deep and dark entrance, like the mouth of a dormant giant beast, emitting a chilling breath, which further highlights the oppressive and dead silence at the moment.

Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing were standing aside. When they heard Liu Tingting's words, they were stunned for a moment, as if their acupoints were pressed. A complex expression flashed across their faces, as if confusion and surprise were intertwined.

Then, an unconcealable joy quietly crept onto his face.

Gong Simeng was secretly glad in her heart, as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness, "Fortunately, it turns out that Feiyang and her don't have any real relationship. It seems that my thoughts all along have not been in vain. I am Feiyang's only wife."

Lin Wanqing silently thanked Liu Tingting in her heart, "Thanks to her, things have taken such an unexpected turn. Maybe there is still a possibility between him and me."

At that moment, a butterfly fluttered lightly past them, seeming out of place in this tense and oppressive atmosphere. The butterfly fluttered its colorful wings, and against the gray tones, that bright color was like a star in the darkness, especially abrupt.

On the grass nearby, a few unknown small flowers swayed slightly in the wind. Although the surroundings were filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere, they still bloomed tenaciously, as if adding a faint vitality to this cruel battlefield.

After a brief period of sadness, the anger in Ellie's heart burned fiercely, like an erupting volcano, hot and fierce.

She rushed over to Shi Feiyang, her eyes red with anger and sadness, like burning flames. She cursed loudly, "Shi Feiyang, you are a piece of shit! You actually hid several marriages from me. I was so blind to have believed in you all along!"

Her voice was thick with tears, yet filled with angry power. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying endless resentment and disappointment.

Everyone around was shocked by her sudden anger. For a moment, the air seemed to be ignited and filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, like a heavy quilt, weighing down everyone's heads. Occasionally, a faint flash of lightning flashed through the clouds, fleeting like a ghost, but instead of bringing a glimmer of hope, it only exacerbated the already tense atmosphere.

At the top of the mountain, a strange Buddha light was looming. The Buddha light should have been a symbol of peace and tranquility, but at this moment, in this chaotic situation, it gave people an illusory and depressing feeling, as if fate was mercilessly mocking everyone.

Seeing this, Liu Tingting was overjoyed, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. "This Yili is really impatient, but this is even better. My plan will succeed faster."

She immediately seized the opportunity, and took Shi Feiyang's hand skillfully and naturally, snuggling up to him like a little bird, with a sweet, almost fake smile on her face, as if she and Shi Feiyang were a truly loving couple, very close to each other.

She said coquettishly, "Fei Yang, how can these people say that about you?" As she spoke, she glanced at Yi Li slyly with the corner of her eye. Seeing Yi Li's even more angry and distorted expression, she felt secretly proud in her heart, like a cat that had stolen some meat.

At the same time, she also secretly glanced at Suzaku and Baihu, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes. She hoped that they could see the intimacy between her and Shi Feiyang, so that she could easily gain their trust and trick them away. She thought to herself, "Once I gain your trust, you will all be mine, and that supreme power will also be at my disposal."

At this time, the sunlight once again penetrated the clouds and shone on them with difficulty, but the light could not dispel the tension and hostility that permeated the surroundings.

That beam of sunlight was like a powerless sword, tearing through the thick clouds, but in this scene full of contradictions and conflicts, it looked so small and pale.

At this moment, a goshawk was circling above their heads, making a shrill and sharp cry.

The cry was like a wail from hell, seeming to add more drama and tragedy to the farce.

When Master Chixia witnessed this scene, her face instantly became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, extremely ugly.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, like a mountain about to collapse, and her eyes were filled with a complex mixture of disappointment and anger.

She snorted coldly, the sound like frost and snow in winter, with a biting chill, and walked away with a flick of her sleeve, saying, "I never thought that Donor Shi would be such a person. I really misjudged him."

The movement of waving the sleeve was resolute and decisive, as if to wipe away everything related to Shi Feiyang from his sight.

The two beautiful nuns, Liaoran and Ruoran, also shouted at Shi Feiyang. Ruoran pointed her finger at Shi Feiyang like a sharp sword and shouted, "Get out of here right now! Don't tarnish the purity of our Hengshan Sect anymore!"

Her voice was sharp and full of anger, echoing in the silent mountains for a long time.

The surrounding flowers and plants swayed violently in the wind, as if they were also trembling with fear from this sudden change.

Several wildflowers were blown hither and thither by the fierce wind, their delicate petals scattered like fragile butterflies, innocent victims of the chaos. In the corner of the temple, an ancient ginkgo tree, its golden leaves rustling in the wind, soundlessly sighed like an old man, mourning the strife.

Faced with the determination of Yili and the entire Hengshan School's masters and disciples to break up with him, Shi Feiyang was filled with helplessness, as if he had fallen into a dark swamp and could not extricate himself.

He could only lead the crowd down the mountain in dejected manner, his steps heavy and slow, as if he was dragging a thousand-pound burden with every step.

At this moment, the mountain wind was carrying a hint of chill, like a sharp blade, blowing wantonly, ruffling his hair, as if mercilessly pulling at his now broken heart.

The mountain road was rugged and covered with dead branches and leaves. When he stepped on it, it made a dull sound, as if it was the low groan of pain in his heart.

After walking a few steps, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but turn around sadly and look at Yili. At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the heavy clouds pressed down on the head like a lead block, making the whole world fall into an oppressive and almost suffocating atmosphere.

His voice was choked with sobs, almost pleading: "How is Shi Mou really as a person? Heaven can bear witness!"

His eyes were filled with helplessness and pain, as if he was telling the whole world about his grievances, but the only responses he got were Ellie's cold gaze and the indifference and questioning of the Hengshan Sect members.

The surrounding trees shivered in the cold wind, making rustling sounds, as if they were also lamenting his fate. The whole world seemed to be filled with his grievances and unwillingness.

Liu Tingting looked at Shi Feiyang's departing back, a cold sneer on the corner of her mouth, that smile seemed to come from the devil of hell. She whispered to herself: "Shi Feiyang, you can't escape from my palm, just wait and see."

At this time, the setting sun gradually set in the west, and the blood-red afterglow struggled to penetrate the gaps in the clouds, stretching her shadow long, which looked particularly gloomy in the dim light.

The afterglow sprinkled on the earth, as if covering the dispute with a cruel coat, making everything around shrouded in a strange hue.

In the afterglow, the mountains in the distance are outlined with exceptional clarity, cold and solemn. The grotesque rocks on the mountains are like monsters with bared fangs and claws, quietly witnessing this absurd performance of love, hatred and vengeance.

The stream at the foot of the mountain, which was originally crystal clear, was now dyed dark red.

The gurgling stream tells of endless sorrow.

However, Shi Feiyang and his men did not actually leave Hengshan, but ordered the team to set up camp at the foot of the mountain.

Around the camp, weeds grew wildly, swaying wildly in the cold wind, as if foreshadowing the coming unrest.

Liu Tingting was filled with doubts. She let go of Shi Feiyang's arm and asked with false concern on her face, "Shi Lang, why don't you leave Hengshan? Could it be that... you still have fantasies about Yi Li?"

Shi Feiyang looked at Liu Tingting's face, which was very similar to that of the Sunflower Saint, and felt mixed emotions.

The past experiences with the Sunflower Saint suddenly came to mind.

At that time, he had just traveled to this old society and was dying. It was the Sunflower Saint who appeared in time, like a ray of dawn, saving his life.

After that, the Sunflower Saint gave him the best bloodline without reservation, taught him the superior martial arts, and gave him guidance when he was confused. She was like a bright light, illuminating his difficult path in the world of martial arts, and became the supreme goddess in his heart.

The Liu Tingting in front of him, every move and gesture, is exactly like the Sunflower Saint in his heart.

This made Shi Feiyang unable to bear to be too decisive with her.

Thinking of this, Shi Feiyang suppressed his annoyance and said with a complicated expression, "Thanks to you, I've long since given up my illusions. After several fierce battles in a row, I'm tired and want to rest for a few days. Hengshan has beautiful scenery, so let the brothers relax."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the tent that the disciples of Xiongying Society had set up for him. His back was full of fatigue and helplessness.

Outside the tent, the wind howled, making the tent fabric rustle, adding to the loneliness and desolation. He knew all about Liu Tingting's calculations, but every time he saw her face, the past kindness and attachment made him choose to tolerate it again and again.

Liu Tingting curled the corners of her mouth and followed in with a bit of pride.

The two beauties Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing also followed in.

As soon as they entered the tent, they saw Liu Tingting being intimate with Shi Feiyang, and they both became jealous instantly.

The atmosphere in the tent instantly dropped to freezing point. Gong Simeng's eyes instantly turned red. Her eyes, which were usually as gentle as water, were now full of anger and grievance, like burning flames.

She bit her lower lip so hard that it turned slightly white. Her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks, venting the anger in her heart in this way.

Lin Wanqing's expression also became extremely ugly. Her originally rosy face turned pale as paper. Her hands clenched unconsciously and trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart. Her body trembled slightly, like a volcano about to erupt.

When they saw that Shi Feiyang was so indifferent to Liu Tingting, they felt relieved and relaxed.

But before they could calm down, Liu Tingting actually lay down next to Shi Feiyang, which made Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing very angry.

Gong Simeng couldn't bear it any longer and shouted angrily: "Liu Tingting, do you have any shame?" The voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the tent.

Lin Wanqing was so angry that she was shaking all over. She pointed at Liu Tingting, but she was too angry to speak for a while.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense, as if a fierce conflict would break out at any second.

Gong Simeng could no longer suppress the rage surging in her heart and shouted in a voice so sharp that it seemed to cut through the air: "Liu Tingting, you shameless monster, do you still have any sense of shame? Get out of here! Humph! Don't think we don't know your evil intentions. You are just coveting our White Tiger and Vermillion Bird!"

Her eyes were as big as copper bells, filled with burning rage.

His voice trembled violently with anger, almost a roar through his teeth.

Outside the tent, the wind grew stronger and stronger, like a group of roaring beasts, madly blowing the surrounding trees, breaking the branches and making crackling sounds. That sound was nature cheering for her anger, and the whole world was infected by her anger.

Lin Wanqing also echoed, her voice sharp and piercing, like a whistle: "That's right, you despicable villain, don't even think about succeeding here!" Her cheeks flushed red with anger, and her hands were clenched into fists, and her joints turned white from the force.

Liu Tingting didn't care at all. She let out a creepy laugh. Not only did she not restrain herself, but she crawled into the bed like a cunning fox and put her arms around Shi Feiyang.

She was secretly proud in her heart, with an imperceptible sneer on her face: "These two idiots, you want to fight me? You're far from it. As long as I can deal with Shi Feiyang, the White Tiger and the Vermillion Bird will be mine sooner or later, and the task assigned by the Shadow Alliance will be completed. By then, my position in the Shadow Alliance will be unmatched." As she thought, she glanced at Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing provocatively, as if announcing her victory to them.

Shi Feiyang's body suddenly stiffened, and a strong anger surged in his heart, like a lit powder keg that could explode at any time.

But when his eyes met Liu Tingting's familiar face, the anger was like being poured with a basin of cold water and was forcibly suppressed.

He closed his eyes helplessly, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly. He sighed silently in his heart, thinking: "If it weren't for your face, how could I allow you to be so presumptuous. This face carries too many memories of the past, I really can't bear it."

His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged like angry little snakes, showing his extreme inner struggle, but in the end he chose to be patient and slowly loosened his fists.

Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing were so angry that they were shaking all over, their chests heaving violently, and they were gasping for breath.

Their eyes were filled with tears of grievance and anger, but they really couldn't do anything about Liu Tingting. They couldn't really fight in this tent.

They glared at Liu Tingting fiercely, with a look that seemed to be able to eat people, then turned around and walked out of the tent angrily.

As soon as he came out, he exaggerated Liu Tingting's situation to Iron Palm Wu Zhong, Double-Edged Blade Xiao Lingling, Archer Miao Menlong and others.

When everyone heard this, they gnashed their teeth in anger. Wu Zhong punched the tree trunk beside him with a dull sound, and some of the bark was shaken off. Xiao Lingling clenched her swords, and the blades flashed coldly in the setting sun. Miao Menlong drew his bow as if he was going to shoot an arrow at Liu Tingting in the next second.

At this moment, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The lightning was like a sharp sword, instantly cutting through the sky. Immediately afterwards, a loud thunderclap rang out, shaking the earth slightly, as if even God was indignant at their anger.

But everyone knew that it was impossible to just rush into the chief's tent and surround and kill Liu Tingting. What's more, Liu Tingting was a cultivator and knew magic. It was not easy to deal with her.

As soon as Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing left the tent, Liu Tingting quickly emerged from her bed like a frightened rabbit, fearing Shi Feiyang's reaction. Then, she tapped the ground with her feet, and as light as a falling feather, she slipped through the curtains and flew away.

Shi Feiyang sat up in distress, his face filled with helplessness and exhaustion. He knew full well that Liu Tingting's sudden kindness to him must be due to some hidden agenda, especially since his White Tiger and Vermillion Bird were the perfect prey for Liu Tingting, who was obsessed with cultivating immortality.

If Liu Tingting snatched these two auspicious beasts away or even ate them, then Liu Tingting's magic power would definitely increase hundreds of times. By then, would Liu Tingting become a demon in the fairy world or a scourge to the human world?

(End of this chapter)