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

Chapter 137 Hengshan Storm: Zhong Renwang secretly disrupts the situation, Xie Zhichuan twists and turns to commit murder
Qingfeng Valley in early winter is like an ink painting rendered in cold colors.

The cold wind was like a sharp ice spike, whistling and rampaging through the valley. The "woooo" sound seemed to come from the underworld, trying to deprive the world of all warmth.

The trees in the valley are like old men in their twilight years, having lost their once lush greenery, leaving only bare branches shivering in the wind. The "creaking" sound is their helpless murmur in this severe cold.

The layers of fallen leaves on the ground, like the accumulated sorrow of the years, were swept up by the wind and flew all over the sky, adding a sense of desolation and loneliness to the valley. Lin Wanqing and Yi Li stayed beside Gong Simeng, their eyes full of anxiety, like two burning flames that were about to go out.

The two of them kept taking turns, slowly feeding the various carefully prepared pills into Gong Simeng's mouth, softly calling her name, their voices trembling with expectation. Finally, Gong Simeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When they heard that Shi Feiyang was going to Qingfeng Valley alone to fight a decisive battle with the enemy, Lin Wanqing and Yili's pupils suddenly shrank, and the original anxiety in their eyes was instantly replaced by intense worry.

They looked at each other, and when their eyes met, no words were needed, the concern and anxiety in their hearts were already communicated.

Then, they tapped their toes lightly, displaying their superior lightness skills, and flew towards Qingfeng Valley like two eager phantoms.

As they sped along, their hair danced wildly in the wind and their clothes fluttered.

But at this moment, their minds were not on the early winter scenery at all, but were full of concern for Shi Feiyang's safety.

When they arrived at Qingfeng Valley, the scene they saw was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering their hearts. Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting were in dishevel, and the unbearable sight was like a sharp dagger, piercing their hearts.

Ellie's body froze instantly, as if she had been cast under a spell.

Her eyes widened and tears flowed uncontrollably, rolling down her cheeks.

Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but only a few broken sobs escaped. "How could this happen...Brother Shi..." she muttered to herself, her voice filled with endless despair and sadness, as if the whole world had collapsed at this moment.

Unable to bear the pain that felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart any longer, she abruptly turned and flew towards the Hengshan Sect. Her back seemed so frail and helpless in the wind, and each step seemed to carry a heavy weight, as if she wanted to cast away the pain of this world, and only wanted to hide in the tranquil Buddhist temple of Hengshan, seeking a trace of liberation.

Lin Wanqing was equally stunned by this sudden blow. Her eyes dimmed instantly, losing their former brilliance, like a star suddenly extinguished. She bit her lower lip so hard that it turned slightly white, and bright red blood oozed from between her teeth. She tried to hold back the tears, but they still flowed uncontrollably, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

"Brother Shi... I..." she whispered softly, her voice filled with loss, sadness, and unwillingness. She looked at Shi Feiyang deeply, her eyes filled with a final lingering affection and reluctance, then slowly turned, unleashing her Qinggong skills, and flew towards the Yingzui Rock branch in Liaodong.

Her figure swayed in the wind, like a fallen petal, and in the torrent of fate, no one knew where it would drift to.

At this time, Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting also woke up from the confusion.

Liu Tingting stretched lazily, her posture like a willow stretching out in spring, charming and attractive.

There was still a faint blush on her cheeks, just like the sunset in the sky, and her eyes were like a pool of deep autumn water, with rippling light and full of seductive charm.

She parted her red lips, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a charming smile. Then she slowly put on her clothes, each movement filled with endless grace and temptation. Shi Feiyang also straightened his clothes, and the two walked out hand in hand as if nothing had happened.

The heroes of the Xiongying Society who arrived later looked at each other in surprise and confusion. However, in this world of martial arts, it seemed that it was not uncommon for a wealthy and powerful man to have multiple wives and concubines.

What's more, Liu Tingting is as beautiful as a fairy, with a graceful figure, just like a fairy descending to earth.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang briefly explained his marriage to Liu Tingting to everyone. Although everyone still had doubts, they did not ask too many questions. So, Shi Feiyang led the heroes out of Qingfeng Valley and embarked on a journey to escort Zhuque, Baihu and Gong Simeng back to Jiangnan.

On the way, Shi Feiyang learned that Yi Li and Lin Wanqing had left, and his heart was filled with sadness.

Every moment he had spent with them flashed through his mind like beautiful paintings.

All the hardships we experienced together and the happy times we spent together have now turned into a trace of hidden pain in my heart.

However, with the angelic beauty Liu Tingting by his side, her gentle presence quickly made Shi Feiyang let go of Yi Li and Lin Wanqing. Liu Tingting, like a completely different person, was incredibly gentle with Shi Feiyang. Sometimes she smiled, her laughter as clear as a silver bell, echoing in Shi Feiyang's ears; sometimes she looked at him with a tender gaze that seemed to melt him.

Her every move was full of tenderness and consideration, every look and every movement was just right. But in fact, she had only one goal in mind, which was to perform her acting skills in front of Suzaku and Baihu.

She knew very well that only by gaining Shi Feiyang's trust could she get closer to Suzaku and Baihu and realize her dream of becoming an immortal.

Gong Simeng sat in the carriage, tears streaming down her face like a flood.

Her eyes were filled with pain and despair. She stared blankly at the receding scenery outside the car window, as if she saw nothing.

Her heart felt like it was being cut repeatedly by countless sharp blades, and she felt excruciating pain.

He never thought that Shi Feiyang, whom he loved deeply, would be with Liu Tingting.

Her heart was filled with doubt, pain, and resentment, but she was powerless. She could only curl up silently in a corner of the carriage, letting her tears flow freely, drowning her sadness and grief in the sound of the rolling wheels.

Just as Shi Feiyang and his team were heading towards Jiangnan, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen swooped down from the sky like a black lightning and stood steadily in front of Shi Feiyang's carriage.

He looked solemn and serious, clasping his hands in a fist, his posture straight yet somewhat anxious, and he said, "Chief Leader, Miss Yi has shaved her head and become a nun since returning to Hengshan! Right now, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, along with a group of wulin unawares of the truth, are aggressively heading to Hengshan to cause trouble. Judging from their stance, they're probably going to kill the Hengshan Sect's head, Master Chixia, and all the Hengshan Sect members.

They were afraid of our Xiongying Society and didn't dare to provoke us, so they directed their anger towards the Hengshan Sect's masters and disciples."

When Shi Feiyang heard this, a flash of anger and anxiety flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he jumped out of the carriage.

After landing, his eyes were like torches and he shouted loudly: "Xie Wen, Xiang Kun, Miao Menlong, come with me to Hengshan, help us! The rest of you continue to return to Jiangnan, and make sure the safety of Zhuque, Baihu and my wife." After that, he displayed his peerless lightness skill of "Thousand Miles Without Stopping", and his figure flashed, and he flew away like a wisp of green smoke, leaving only a residual image, which disappeared in a flash.

Mount Heng in early winter is like a solemn painting outlined by severe cold.

The biting cold wind roared recklessly through the mountains like a ferocious beast, emitting a whirring sound, as if to draw everything into its icy vortex. In the sky, heavy dark clouds hung low, like a giant sheet of lead, weighing heavily on the mountaintop, shrouding the entire Hengshan Mountain in an oppressive atmosphere.

The trees on the mountain had long since lost their autumnal lushness, leaving only bare branches shivering in the cold wind, occasionally making a creaking sound, telling of the bitterness of this winter. The ground was covered with a thin layer of frost, which gleamed coldly in the dim light, making it easy to slip if you were not careful.

At this moment, at the summit of Mount Heng, Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, stood before a group of troublemakers, dressed in a shabby yet distinguished brown robe. He was a burly figure, his face thick with flesh, his eyes gleaming with ferocity and dominance.

Beside him stood Ding Hong, a gaunt elder of the Beggars' Sect. He clutched a shiny black dog-beating stick, ready to strike at any moment. Another elder, Li Qiushui, though a woman, bore a fierce expression, her eyes radiating a chilling coldness.

Xie Zhichuan, the young master of Shenjian Villa, was dressed in a white brocade robe and holding a long sword that was shining with cold light. The sword was engraved with exquisite patterns and flashed a cold light in the cold wind.

His face was handsome, but it was distorted by his anger. Behind them were more than a dozen masters from various martial arts sects, as well as bandits from the Five United Gang. These men, some armed with weapons, some with menacing expressions, had completely surrounded the Hengshan Sect's gate.

"Old nun, if you don't hand over Yili today, no one in the Hengshan Sect will survive!" Zhong Renwang shouted in a voice as loud as a bell. The sound, wrapped in the biting cold wind, echoed back and forth across the mountains, revealing a chilling and brutal aura.

There was a fierce gleam in his eyes.

At this moment, on the top of Mount Heng, Zhong Renwang was like a vicious beast about to devour someone. He was thinking in his heart that if he could kill Master Chixia here, his prestige in the martial arts world would be at its peak. In the future, who would dare not to respect him when he traveled around the world?
Nun Chixia's face was as calm as water. She paused lightly with the Zen staff in her hand and said calmly, "Boss Zhong, Yili has severed her worldly ties and entered Buddhism. She no longer has any ties with the world. Why are you all so persistent in forcing her?"

Although her voice was calm, it revealed a sense of inviolable majesty. However, facing the group of aggressive enemies in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a little worried, knowing that today's matter would not end well.

Before he could finish his words, Ding Hong's figure flashed like a ghost with astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye he was close to Master Chixia.

The shiny black dog-beating stick in his hand, accompanied by a whistling sound and carrying a fierce murderous aura, went straight for Master Chixia's throat.

The shadows of the sticks flashed and the moves were extremely brutal. Every move and every style showed the exquisiteness and ruthlessness of the Beggar Gang's martial arts, as if to kill Master Chixia instantly.

Nun Chixia was unhurried, her eyes calm and composed. She dodged to the side, her movements light yet powerful. She swung the staff in her hand, and a loud "clang" sounded like the ringing of a huge bell, echoing in the silent mountains and making everyone's eardrums hurt.

The powerful impact caused the frost on the ground to fall and float away like snowflakes.

This block fully demonstrated the profound martial arts skills of Master Chixia, but she knew in her heart that the other party had many people and were all top masters in the world. If this continued, the Hengshan School would be in great danger. She couldn't help but feel helpless and sad.

Li Qiushui's eyebrows shot up at the sight, and she let out a delicate cry, her voice crisp yet tinged with icy murderous intent. In the dim light, a pair of willow-leaf flying knives flashed coldly, like two streaks of black lightning, as they shot towards the two pretty nuns, Liaoran and Ruoran.

The flying knife cut through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound, as if it was going to cut through the cold air.

Liaoran and Ruoran turned pale and were terrified, their eyes full of fear.

But years of training and martial arts allowed them to react quickly in panic.

The two men hurriedly drew their swords, their movements frantic but with a hint of determination.

The long swords crossed to block, and there were two crisp "ding ding" sounds, and sparks flew everywhere.

The flying knife bounced off and landed on the snow beside them, leaving two shallow marks. However, their hands trembled slightly, knowing that such resistance was only temporary. Facing such a powerful enemy, their lives could be in danger at any time.

Yi Li, a peerless beauty once renowned throughout the martial arts world, had captivated countless heroes with her jet-black hair, cascading like a waterfall. Her hair danced in the wind like flowing black satin, radiating a captivating luster and adding a touch of agility and grace to her beauty.

But now, everything is completely different.

She resolutely cut off her long hair, bid farewell to her past life in the underworld, and transformed herself into a bald and pretty nun. The long hair that she once took pride in was gone, replaced by a smooth bald head.

The bald head shone with a soft luster under the dim light, which not only did not diminish her beauty, but instead added a touch of mystery to her, making people want to explore the story deep in her heart.

This transformation of her image is like a silent metamorphosis, quietly telling of her farewell to the past and her acceptance and understanding of a new life. Although Ellie's appearance has undergone a drastic change, her stunning face is still breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes were like a pool of deep autumn water, clear and bright. The light flowing in her eyes was indifferent and detached from the world, as if she had seen through the troubles in the world and reached a quiet and lofty spiritual realm.

Her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, with just the right curvature and the tips of her eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a kind of independent temperament.

Under the high nose bridge is a pair of small and rosy lips like a cherry. Even if she purses her lips at this moment, it is difficult to hide her natural beauty.

She was dressed in an extremely simple nun's robe, which was mainly gray in color, rough in texture, simple in style, and without excessive decoration. However, even such an ordinary outfit could not conceal her innate elegance and extraordinary temperament.

When she stands, her posture is straight, like a green bamboo standing proudly in the cold wind, revealing toughness and uprightness; when she walks, her steps are light, like a lotus swaying gently in the breeze, with an elegant posture and lotus blooming with every step.

Ellie's every move reveals her gentleness and grace. Even in this noisy world, she still exudes a tranquil aura, like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal world. Her beauty is otherworldly and unforgettable.

On the frigid summit of Mount Heng, the sky was thick with gloom, and the heavy clouds weighed down like a heavy boulder, making it hard to breathe. The biting wind, like a roaring beast, raged through the mountains, emitting a howling sound and blowing sand and dust all over the ground.

The surrounding trees swayed violently in the strong wind, and the bare branches collided with each other, making a "creaking" sound, and also wailing for the impending conflict.

Zhong Renwang's two sons, Zhong Wanwang and Zhong Wanqiang, were caught in this tense and chaotic situation, completely captivated by Yi Li's angelic beauty. A fierce wind blew through, rustling Zhong Wanwang's once neatly tucked clothes, causing them to flutter wildly, yet he remained oblivious.

His legs were slightly bent, his toes unconsciously drawn inward, and his whole body was almost leaning forward, as if this would bring him closer to Ellie.

At this moment, Zhong Wanwang's hands subconsciously dropped to his sides, his fingers trembling restlessly, as if he couldn't wait to touch something. His eyes were wide, like two bells about to burst from their sockets, staring at Yili intently, his eyes filled with greed and desire, like a wolf staring at its prey.

Zhong Wanwang's mouth was wide open, and saliva kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth uncontrollably. The shiny saliva was blown into a solid state by the cold wind, and slowly slid down his chin, leaving a long and thin trail on the ground.

From time to time, he stuck out his tongue to lick his cracked lips, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, but the saliva still couldn't stop dripping down. With a "plop", it fell heavily in the dust blown up by the wind, splashing some sand, but he didn't care at all, his mind was completely occupied by Ellie.

The ground around Zhong Wanqiang was lashed with dust, whipped up by the raging wind. This made his already filthy clothes look even more grimy. He leaned forward slightly, his feet constantly shifting slightly on the spot, as if ready to charge forward at any moment.

His hands twisted awkwardly in front of him, his fingers tangled together, his joints turning white from the strain.

The howling wind blew across his face, but Zhong Wanqiang couldn't bear to blink, afraid to miss any moment of Yi Li. His eyes were like a hungry wolf, sizing Yi Li up and down, the evil gleam in his eyes becoming more and more intense.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down violently, and every time he swallowed, the veins on his neck bulged.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an extremely obscene smile, which looked particularly hideous on his face.

Saliva slowly slid down the corner of his crooked mouth, dripping onto his dirty and dusty collar, leaving a dark stain. He would occasionally wipe it away with the back of his hand, but this simple action did nothing to stop the saliva from continuing to flow.

In this chaotic and fierce battle, with shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing all around, Zhong Wanqiang was completely immersed in his own dirty fantasy. Yi Li had become a plaything for him to satisfy his dirty desires.

At this moment, Ellie's face was stern, and her eyes revealed determination and resoluteness.

She gripped the long sword tightly, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, ready to face a life-and-death battle at any time.

Her heart was filled with worry for the heroes of Xiongying Club, but she knew better that she was no longer the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world who only cared about pursuing beauty and love, but a female disciple who shouldered the heavy responsibility of Hengshan Sect.

But hearing Zhong Renwang's harsh words, Yili's heart suddenly tightened. Although she had decided to become a nun and devote herself to Buddhism, how could she stand by and watch her master in trouble? Her beautiful eyes widened, her gaze revealing determination and resolve. With a wave of her hand, several golden needles shot towards Li Qiushui like meteors.

The needle gleamed in the dim light, moving at breakneck speed, carrying with it the rage and anxiety of Ellie. Li Qiushui's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly dodged to the side. The needle brushed past her sleeve and pierced into a nearby tree trunk with a puff, leaving only a tiny needle hole.

This needle made of pure gold was a gift from Shi Feiyang. Yili threw out the golden needle without thinking, and suddenly remembered Shi Feiyang's agile figure and quick movements, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

All the memories of the past with Shi Feiyang came flooding back to her mind like a tide, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

But at this moment, she had no time to indulge in sorrow, because the enemy's attack came like a storm.

Xie Zhichuan brandished his long sword, the blade flashing with cold light, and he displayed the unique skill of the Divine Sword Villa, "Thirteen Deadly Swords".

His eyes were filled with hatred, and his face looked somewhat ferocious because of the twisted hatred in his heart.

He unleashed his "Qingfeng Slicing Face" move, sending a cascade of sword shadows, like clouds of black mist, enveloping Ellie. Each sword shadow carried a deadly threat, flashing with a cold light, as if to devour Ellie instantly. The sword wind whistled, making a whirring sound, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to tear apart.

Ellie's figure is agile, like a lotus swaying tenaciously in the cold wind.

She dodged left and right with a light body, cleverly avoiding Xie Zhichuan's fatal move.

At the moment when Xie Zhichuan's moves were about to become obsolete, Yi Li suddenly drew her sword. She swung the sword in her hand and unleashed the Hengshan School's "Cloud and Mist Sword Technique".

For a moment, the sword shadows were like clouds and mist, erratic and elusive. The sword moves were continuous, like the mist swirling in the mountains, sometimes thin, sometimes thick, and sometimes piercing from unexpected angles.

The wind from the sword mingled with the cold wind, creating a rustling sound, like a silent battle. In an instant, Yi Li and Xie Zhichuan engaged in a fierce battle, each one refusing to yield, the fight quickly reaching a fever pitch, each move a matter of life and death.

However, the enemy was outnumbered and each of them was skilled in martial arts. The Hengshan Sect gradually fell into a disadvantage, and the situation became increasingly critical.

Yang Song and Guo Dongxiang, disciples of the Poison Spider Sect, seized the opportunity presented by the chaos in front of the Hengshan Sect's cave. They exchanged a glance, a glint of cunning and greed in their eyes. With a sudden shove of their feet, they soared into the air like two black bats poised for attack, their figures tracing two eerie arcs through the air as they swooped down upon the two attractive nuns, Liaoran and Ruoran.

Their movements were swift and agile, their sleeves rustling in the wind, as if carrying an evil aura. Yang Song stretched out his hands, dry as sticks, but with long, sharp nails that gleamed with a cold light, like the claws of a poisonous spider.

He used the "Poison Spider Grabbing Hand" technique, dancing his hands quickly, bringing up bursts of black mist, and grabbed towards Liaoran's shoulders. The mist emitted a pungent fishy smell, as if this grab could instantly devour Liaoran's life.

Guo Dongxiang turned his body like a black whirlwind and performed the "Spider Silk Waist Wrapping Technique". Several black lines as thin but tough as spider silk shot out from his waist in an instant and wrapped around Ruoran's waist. The black lines flashed with strange light in the air. Once entangled, it would be like being trapped in a poisonous spider's web and difficult to break free.

Master Chixia was horrified. Her originally calm expression instantly turned into one of extreme panic. Her eyes widened with worry and anxiety. "Liaoran, Ruoran, you are Master's darlings!"

Her voice trembled with endless fear, and it sounded particularly shrill in the howling cold wind.

At this critical moment, a black figure flew from the sky like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it.

This man was Shi Feiyang. His aura surged, as if carrying a tremendous force. Shi Feiyang shouted, "Stop!" The sound was like a thunderclap, and the rolling sound waves swept over, shaking everyone's eardrums and even vibrating the surrounding air.

Shi Feiyang flew in the air and instantly drew his sword with his left hand. The sword flashed with a cold light in the dim light.

He used the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, which was a backhand sword move that was unexpected.

He turned his wrist and the blade, like a black lightning, slashed towards Yang Song with a fierce momentum.

The blade whistled, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut in two, making a hissing sound.

Yang Song's face suddenly changed. He wanted to dodge but it was too late. He could only hurriedly raise his hands to resist.

Shi Feiyang's knife hit his arm heavily. With a "crack", the sound of broken bones was clearly audible. Yang Song screamed and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang unleashed his Divine Dragon Claw technique with his right hand. His right hand instantly grew stronger and more powerful, veins bulging on his palm, like a dragon poised for action. He unleashed his Divine Dragon Claw technique, his right hand like a streak of black lightning, clawing towards Guo Dongxiang.

Guo Dongxiang was terrified and wanted to dodge, but he felt that his body was locked by a powerful force and he could not move.

Shi Feiyang's divine dragon claw instantly grabbed hold of Guo Dongxiang's left ear. With a shrieking sound, like tearing a rag, it instantly ripped off Guo Dongxiang's ear. Guo Dongxiang's face was covered in blood, which flowed from his ear like a fountain, dripping onto the ground. He let out a shrill scream, his eyes filled with fear. He no longer cared about anything else and fled in panic, his figure quickly disappearing into the chaotic battlefield.

Yang Song's left hand tightly grasped his right arm, which was only slightly attached to the skin and was about to fall. His face was twisted in pain, and his features were almost squeezed together. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with blood and flowing freely down his cheeks.

"Ouch!" He let out a painful roar, knowing that saving his life was the most important thing at the moment. He endured the severe pain, staggering but running away desperately. His figure gradually blurred in the chaos and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

With his peerless lightness skills and sharp swordsmanship, Shi Feiyang instantly rescued the panicked sisters Leran and Ruoran.

Ellie had been struggling in the fight, her eyes revealing fatigue and tension. But when she caught a glimpse of Shi Feiyang's familiar and agile figure, it was like seeing a ray of light in the darkness, and her spirits suddenly lifted.

She gripped the sword tightly in her hand, and her originally slow movements instantly became swift and fierce.

Yili let out a delicate cry and performed a move called "Covering the Sky and the Sun". The sword in her hand danced rapidly, and the sword shadows were heavy, like a gorgeous rainbow, instantly covering Xie Zhichuan's whole body.

The sword wind whistled, making a "whoosh" sound, as if it was going to draw the surrounding air into this sharp sword move.

Xie Zhichuan's face suddenly changed. Feeling the powerful pressure coming towards him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

But as the Young Master of Excalibur Villa, he was no ordinary man. He gritted his teeth and unleashed the ultimate move of his "Thirteen Deadly Swords," "God-Slaying Buddha." He swung his sword with all his might, attempting to slay Ellie with this fierce, killing move. In an instant, the two swords clashed, a resounding, sharp, and intense clang echoing incessantly, like the melding of countless metal collisions.

Sparks flew everywhere, flashing brightly in the dim light.

During the fierce confrontation, Xie Zhichuan's sword cut through Yili's Taoist robe. With a "hiss", a long cut was made on the robe.

At the same time, Yili was not to be outdone. She seized the opportunity and the sword in her hand flashed like a cold light, cutting off one of Xie Zhichuan's ears.

"Ouch!" Xie Zhichuan let out a shrill scream, covered his bloody ears, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness. He turned around and fled, his embarrassed figure quickly disappeared in the distance.

Zhong Renwang watched all this, and the jealousy and resentment in his heart burned like a raging fire.

His already sinister expression became even more distorted, his eyes red as he roared viciously at Shi Feiyang, "Shi Feiyang, what are you doing here to mess with me again? Why do you always ruin everything I do?"

The voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, echoing in the cold wind with a gloomy chill.

Shi Feiyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer, and uttered "Hehe" twice, his voice low but full of deterrence.

With the aura of a man who dominated the world, he declared loudly, "Everything under heaven should be managed by the people under heaven! My Xiongying Society has always been dedicated to handling injustices. If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now. Otherwise, I, Shi, will crush your Beggars' Sect today! Humph!"

The words were firm and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, causing pain in the eardrums of everyone around.

At this moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Li Qiushui's eyes, and while Shi Feiyang was speaking, she danced her hands quickly.

"Swish, swish, swish", dozens of small flying knives flew towards Shi Feiyang like black lightning.

The flying knife cut through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" sound and carrying a deadly breath.

Ding Hong also took the opportunity to move. He held the iron stick tightly with both hands. The stick was black and shiny, and he used the Beggar Gang's unique dog-beating stick technique.

He moved with a ghostly figure, quietly attacking Shi Feiyang from behind. The iron rod swung with a whirring sound, and every move and form was filled with murderous intent. However, Shi Feiyang seemed to be at ease in the face of the two men's attack.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he keenly sensed the approaching danger.

Just when the flying knife was about to hit him, Shi Feiyang flashed as fast as lightning. With a "swish", everyone only saw a black shadow flash before their eyes, and Shi Feiyang had already avoided the attack of the flying knife.

Then, he drew his sword with his left hand, the blade flashed, and he performed the Hundred Victory Sword Technique.

The knife seemed to come alive in his hands, dancing with astonishing speed and fierce momentum.

"Swish, swish, swish", the blade whistled, and wherever it passed, the air was cut in two, making a "hissing" sound.

Ding Hong only felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, and before he could react, the iron rod in his hand was hit by Shi Feiyang's knife. There was a loud "clang" sound, just like the ringing of a huge bell. Ding Hong only felt a huge force coming, which cracked his palm and the iron rod flew out of his hand.

Ding Hong was filled with fear, his hands and feet were shaking, and he stumbled away.

Zhong Renwang was shocked when he saw this, knowing that he could not gain any advantage today.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly jumped up, his hands stretched out like lightning, and picked up his sons Zhong Wanwang and Zhong Wanqiang, who were still drooling at Yili with a dazed look on their faces.

"Go!" He shouted softly and fled in panic with his two sons. His figure gradually disappeared in the chaotic battlefield.

(End of this chapter)