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

Chapter 139: 139. Furious Liu Tingting robs the auspicious beast, Shi Feiyang rushes to the Xiongying Club to save the situation
In the early winter at dusk, Hengshan looks like an ancient painting that has been covered in dust and imbued with a solemn atmosphere.

The biting cold wind, like a raging beast, tore through the mountains, emitting a shrill howl, as if to ruthlessly devour all life. The setting sun was blood-red, its mournful afterglow scattering across the bare branches, casting twisted and eerie shadows, adding a heavy, oppressive tone to the impending battle.

The fallen leaves on the ground were picked up by the strong wind and danced wildly in the sky, interweaving with the gradually darkening sky, making it look even more desolate and lonely, and filling the entire Hengshan with a terrifying and tense atmosphere.

At this time, Zhong Renwang's face was ashen, almost transparent. He looked at Shi Feiyang in horror, who was approaching step by step with great momentum. His legs were weak, like two dead trees ravaged by the wind, and he could hardly stand. He was shaking all over.

Just when he was filled with despair and thought he was about to die on the spot, a ghostly black figure swooped down from the side.

This person was none other than Ding Peng, the son of Ding Hong, the elder of the Beggar Gang. He was dressed in a black robe that rustled fiercely in the strong wind, like the Grim Reaper who was taking lives in the dark night.

The crescent-shaped scimitar held tightly in his hand emitted a deep and strange light.

Above the blade, wisps of evil aura seemed to materialize into thick black smoke, curling and rising, accompanied by a pungent and nauseating fishy smell, like the stench emanating from the abyss of hell, instantly filling the surroundings.

Ding Peng muttered something in a low, obscure voice, his form twisting and turning like a streak of black lightning, swirling with evil energy as he hurtled towards Shi Feiyang. He unleashed the cult's sinister technique, the "Demon Moon Soul-Devouring Technique," and the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand traced an eerie arc through the air, like a black meteor streaking across the night sky, stirring up a black whirlwind.

The evil aura on the blade became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to completely dye the clear air around it into ink.

"Demon Moon Kills Souls!" Ding Peng suddenly roared, his voice like thunder. The scimitar was like a black crescent moon emitting endless evil aura, wrapped in rolling evil energy, and with the force of thunder, it chopped directly on Shi Feiyang's head.

Wherever the scimitar passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible and sharp giant hand, making a sharp "hissing" sound, as if countless wronged souls were wailing miserably in it, which was creepy.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang's expression was as cold as ice, and his eyes revealed an unwavering determination and confidence.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his Qi into his Dantian, and activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong.

In an instant, a strong and biting chill burst out from his body, as if a blizzard was roaring out from the bottom of a thousand-foot ice abyss in the cold winter, quickly spreading to the entire battlefield with a devastating momentum.

The originally howling and raging cold wind, in the face of this terrifying coldness, instantly stagnated as if it was cast under a spell. The sharp sound of the wind stopped abruptly, and was replaced by dead silence.

The temperature in the mountains dropped sharply, and in the blink of an eye, a thick and crystal clear layer of frost condensed on the ground, making a "crackling" sound.

The crisp and dense sound seemed like the earth's painful groan under the chill, telling the horror and majesty of this power.

The true energy around Shi Feiyang surged like a boiling sea, forming a huge true energy vortex. The vortex was like a giant dragon that had been dormant for a long time and was about to wake up, emitting a heart-pounding and powerful suction, as if it was going to drag everything around it into an endless abyss.

When Ding Peng's crescent-shaped scimitar slashed towards Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang's Qi vortex suddenly exerted force, and there was a loud "bang", just like the ringing of a huge bell, and like a bolt from the blue. The powerful impact force spread out in all directions with Shi Feiyang as the center, instantly bouncing the crescent-shaped scimitar away.

Ding Peng only felt a huge force like a tidal wave rushing towards him, which caused his knuckles to crack and blood to drip slowly along the handle of the knife. His arm was numb as if he had lost consciousness, and he staggered back a few steps involuntarily.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, like a wounded beast, but in an instant, it was completely replaced by madness and unwillingness.

He roared at the top of his lungs, brandished the Crescent Moon Saber again, and unleashed a move called "Demon Moon Entanglement".

The scimitar spun at high speed in the air, making a buzzing sound and creating circles of black halos.

The halo was like the devil's open bloody mouth, enveloping Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his voice low but full of intimidation. He slowly drew his sword with his left hand, his movements steady and resolute. The blade gleamed with a cold light, like a cold moon hanging high in the cold night, emitting a deadly aura.

He gripped his Burmese knife in his left hand and unleashed the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves" technique from his Hundred Victories sword technique. With a flash of lightning, the blade instantly severed Ding Peng's black aura. The blade whistled, making a whirring sound. Wherever it passed, Ding Peng's demonic aura was frozen into icy fragments, which scattered and shimmered in the dim light, like the shattered body of a demon.

However, Ding Peng did not give up.

There was a crazy glint in his eyes, and he muttered something, once again activating the evil magic of the demon cult.

The black mist around his body became thicker and thicker, and a hideous face appeared faintly in the mist, emitting bursts of sinister low laughter.

Ding Peng suddenly inserted the crescent-shaped scimitar into the ground, and quickly formed seals with his hands. An even more powerful demonic force burst out from his body, forming a black energy field with him as the center.

"Dancing Demonic Shadows!" Ding Peng shouted, and countless black shadows instantly surged from the energy field, like a group of savage demons, rushing towards Shi Feiyang. Wherever these shadows passed, black marks were left on the ground, and the grass and trees withered instantly, as if all life had been drained away.

Shi Feiyang's face was solemn. He knew full well the power of Ding Peng's move. He didn't dare slack off even a little bit and used the Mingyu Gong again, the chill was even stronger.

A thick layer of ice quickly condensed around his body, wrapping him up and forming an indestructible ice shield.

The black light and shadows collided with the ice shield, making muffled "bang bang" sounds. Ripples appeared on the surface of the ice shield, but it never broke.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of this gap, stretched out his right hand suddenly, and unleashed the magical power of the Dragon Claw.

His right hand instantly became strong and powerful, veins bulged on his palm, and his nails were like sharp dragon claws, flashing with cold light.

"Dragon Claw!" Shi Feiyang roared, and his right hand was like a black lightning, passing through layers of black light and shadow, and went straight for Ding Peng's shoulder.

Seeing this, Ding Peng wanted to dodge, but Shi Feiyang was too fast.

He could only raise his arms and try to resist.

"With a crack, like a dead tree breaking, Shi Feiyang's dragon claws directly crushed Ding Peng's shoulder.

Ding Peng let out a shrill scream, the sound echoing throughout the valley, making people shudder.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and raised a cloud of dust.

His face was full of pain, cold sweat was pouring down, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

At this time, Yili and the masters and disciples of Hengshan School were so concerned about Shi Feiyang's safety that they didn't even notice Zhong Renwang's dirty behavior.

Zhong Renwang took the opportunity to slip away quietly. He crouched down like a cat stealing fish, and moved cautiously towards the direction where Xie Zhichuan was.

He came to Xie Zhichuan, grabbed Xie Zhichuan, and the two of them stumbled down the mountain.

Their figures gradually blurred in the gloomy sky and disappeared in the Hengshan Mountains, which were full of killing and blood.

After defeating Ding Peng, Shi Feiyang did not let down his guard. He slowly walked towards Ding Peng, his eyes devoid of any mercy.

Ding Peng looked at Shi Feiyang approaching step by step, and his eyes, which were originally full of evil and arrogance, were now completely occupied by fear.

His body trembled uncontrollably, beads of sweat covering his forehead. These beads trickled down his cheeks, mixing with the dust on the ground, making him look utterly miserable. He subconsciously tried to struggle to his feet and escape, but the excruciating pain in his shoulder was like a sharp steel needle, piercing deep into his bones. Every muscle movement was accompanied by piercing pain, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move an inch.

"What...what do you want?" Ding Peng asked in a trembling voice, his words full of helplessness and despair.

His voice trembled slightly on the top of Hengshan Mountain in the cold wind, as if it would be blown away at any time.

Shi Feiyang looked down at him, his eyes cold as ice, as if he could see through Ding Peng's sinful soul.

"You have committed many evil deeds and brought disaster to the world. Today is the day for you to pay for your sins. You must pay a heavy price for your actions." Shi Feiyang's voice was low and firm, and every word was like a hammer, echoing in the empty mountains.

After saying that, he raised the knife in his hand without hesitation, his arm muscles tensed, and he chopped down suddenly with an indomitable momentum.

"Crack!" A crisp sound, like a thunder exploding in the ears, seemed particularly abrupt in this dead silent "slaughterhouse".

Ding Peng's body was instantly split in half by the sharp blade.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing arcs of blood in the air. Then, with two "plops," the two halves of the body fell to one side, and columns of blood splashed high into the air, quickly spreading across the cold ground, staining the surrounding land red and emitting a strong smell of blood.

Yi Li had been standing nervously by the side, her eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang and Ding Peng's every move, her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms. But when she saw Shi Feiyang successfully defeat Ding Peng, her heart finally settled.

At this moment, she could no longer suppress her inner excitement and touching feelings. Her eyes were filled with tears and she rushed forward without hesitation.

"Brother Shi!" Yi Li cried, her voice tearful and filled with endless affection and gratitude. She hugged Shi Feiyang's neck tightly with both hands, her body trembling slightly, and conveyed all her emotions to Shi Feiyang through this hug.

Her cheek was pressed against Shi Feiyang's face, tears streaming down her face. At this moment, she was deeply shocked by Shi Feiyang's bravery and fearlessness in fighting bloody battles for the Hengshan Sect, and she was even more moved by Shi Feiyang's long-term persistence in her.

Recalling how Shi Feiyang had stepped forward in danger time and time again, and how he had fought desperately with many powerful enemies to protect Hengshan Sect and her, those thrilling scenes kept flashing in her mind.

She knew that Shi Feiyang's bravery and deep affection were rare in the world, and at that moment, she was completely conquered by him, her love surging like a tidal wave. Nun Chixia took light steps and slowly walked over to Yili and Shi Feiyang.

Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with love and satisfaction as she quietly gazed at the couple in front of her who had gone through so much together.

The corners of the nun's mouth rose slightly, outlining a soft smile.

As she raised her hand, a gentle breeze seemed to blow by, gently tidying up the few strands of silver hair on her temples that were quietly messed up by the mountain wind.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was like the gurgling of a spring stream, gentle and pleasant: "Yili, your teacher has watched you walk all the way, just like walking through thorns with difficulty, and experienced countless ups and downs. And now, God has blessed you, and you have a brave man like Master Shi who has a heart as vast as the world to accompany you. This is the great blessing you have cultivated for many lifetimes. Master Shi has stepped forward many times when the Hengshan Sect was in danger, like a ray of light that broke through the darkness. His righteous deeds are Not only did you rescue us from dire straits, but you also allowed me to deeply appreciate the true meaning of chivalry and compassion, and the vastness of a heart as vast as the ocean. Today, seeing you two so in tune with each other, like the harmony of a zither and a harp, my heart overflows with joy, like the blossoming flowers of spring. May you walk hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, like twin lotus flowers, supporting each other and loving each other until the end of your lives, and grow old together."

After saying this, Nun Chixia clasped her hands together devoutly, closed her eyes, and muttered something. Although her voice was soft, it seemed to carry a power that could penetrate the soul. It seemed that she was praying devoutly for the lovers, wishing that their future would be filled with sunshine and be smooth and happy.

The two pretty nuns, Liaoran and Ruoran, came forward quickly, jumping and skipping like two cheerful little birds.

Their eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, just like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Liaoran's cheeks were as red as the sunset glow, and a playful, innocent smile played on her lips, as charming as a peach blossom in spring. She parted her red lips, and her voice was clear and melodious, like the chirping of birds in the mountains: "Sister, Shi Daxia is such a heroic man, and he has such unwavering love for you. Your days ahead will surely be as sweet as honey and oil, a bliss so enviable that it will make everyone envious. Junior Sister Ruoran and I are so happy for you from the bottom of our hearts, and our joy is almost overflowing!"

Ruoran nodded vigorously on the side.

Her bright big eyes were now curved into two bright crescents, sparkling with lively light.

She continued, "Yes, Senior Sister. Every time our Hengshan Sect is in the most critical and helpless moment, Hero Shi appears, like a divine soldier sent from heaven. His heart is as broad as the boundless sky, able to accommodate all things in the world. Witnessing you and Hero Shi together today, I feel like I'm floating, overwhelmed with joy! May your love, like the flowers blooming across the mountains in spring, always be gorgeous, fragrant, and never fade."

After saying that, Liaoran and Ruoran smiled at each other, and that smile was full of innocence and beauty.

Then, they walked lightly to Shi Feiyang together, their figures graceful, like flowers swaying in the wind.

The two of them bowed in unison, their movements graceful and dignified.

Liao Ran raised his head, his eyes filled with sincerity, and said, "Master Shi, thank you for your generous assistance to our Hengshan Sect. Your kindness is like a towering mountain, and we will never forget it. Now that you and Senior Sister are happily married, we will respect you as much as we respect Senior Sister. If there is anything you need from us in the future, please let us know, and we will do our utmost to help you."

Ruoran also said, "Shi Daxia, I hope that you and Senior Sister will live a sweet and happy life in the future, and be surrounded by happiness every day. If Senior Sister suffers even the slightest injustice, we will not let you off easily!"

After saying that, she stuck out her tongue playfully, and her cute look made people laugh.

Shi Feiyang quickly returned the greeting, with a humble and gentle smile on his face, like the warm sunshine in spring, making people feel warm.

He said, "Master, you are too polite. Being able to get to know Yili, and then to walk hand in hand with her, is truly the greatest fortune of my life, Shi Feiyang. Everyone in the Hengshan Sect has a kind and pure heart, like the clear water of a lake. I will not let you down. I will do my utmost to take good care of Yili, and I will spend my whole life protecting her from the wind and rain."

Yili snuggled up to Shi Feiyang, listening to everyone's affectionate blessings. Endless warmth surged in her heart, and a happy smile filled her face, like a beautiful flower blooming in the spring breeze.

Her eyes showed infinite longing for a better life in the future, just like the yearning for the bright stars in the distance, and deep gratitude for the people around her. Her gaze was like the gentle breeze in spring, gently blowing through everyone's heart.

Yi Li's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of tenderness. She raised her head slightly and looked at Shi Feiyang lovingly. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, with a hint of shyness and expectation, and she said, "When my hair grows longer, I will go to Jiangnan to find you." After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes shyly like a frightened deer, turned around and walked lightly, and her graceful back gradually disappeared from Shi Feiyang's sight.

Master Chixia, the two pretty nuns Liaoran and Ruoran all smiled and nodded gently to Shi Feiyang, their smiles containing recognition and blessings. Then they turned and left, their figures disappearing into the lush forests of Hengshan Mountain.

Shi Feiyang looked in the direction where Yi Li left, his eyes filled with attachment and reluctance.

After a long time, he turned around and walked down the mountain towards his own camp. His steps were steady but with a hint of melancholy.

On the other side, Zhong Renwang dragged the unconscious Xie Zhichuan along, stumbling along the way, and finally arrived at a hidden cave. The cave was dark and damp, filled with a rotten smell.

Zhong Renwang threw Xie Zhichuan to the ground, then pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a black pill, and forced it into Xie Zhichuan's mouth. A moment later, Xie Zhichuan slowly woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Renwang's gloomy face.

Zhong Renwang's lips curled up slightly, forming a smug yet sinister smile as he began to narrate, "Brother Xie, you have no idea how arrogant Shi Feiyang was back then, wanting to take your life. To save you, I risked my life in a terrifying battle. I dodged left and right, facing danger on every side, disregarding life and death with every move. Finally, I rescued you."

As he spoke, he gesticulated with his hands and a cunning glint in his eyes, portraying himself as a brave and fearless hero. In fact, he was just boasting and playing with Xie Zhichuan in the palm of his hand.

As Xie Zhichuan listened, his originally confused eyes gradually became fanatical, and he was skeptical about what Zhong Renwang said.

However, his hatred for Shi Feiyang reached its peak.

Then, Zhong Renwang's face darkened as he pulled a wrinkled, yellowed map from his pocket. His fingers, his nails black from years of dirt, moved slowly across the map. His brows were furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川," as if etched with calculation and conspiracy.

"Brother Xie, as far as I know, there's a mysterious organization in the Western Regions that's been entrenched in the Black Wind Valley deep in the desert for years. The journey is incredibly long, with thousands of mountains and rivers blocking the way. Furthermore, the valley is densely packed with traps, and the slightest misstep will result in destruction. They also have ferocious and brutal beasts guarding that forbidden area, making finding them incredibly difficult."

His voice was low and hoarse, like a whisper from hell.

Xie Zhichuan moved closer, staring intently at the map. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn a hole in the map.

"We have to go no matter how difficult it is! For the sake of revenge, I will never back down even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Let's prepare more rare treasures and make sure to impress them so that they can use them for our benefit." His voice trembled slightly with excitement, his hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the force, and he was completely immersed in that crazy fantasy of revenge.

In the following days, the two of them were like greedy wolves, searching for treasures everywhere.

Zhong Renwang sneaked back to the Beggars' Sect and, taking advantage of the night, slipped into the storeroom like a rat. He moved through the darkness, his eyes gleaming with greed. Every time he picked up a piece of gold, silver, jade, or precious medicinal material, a twisted smile would curl his lips.

As he greedily stuffed the treasures into his arms, he murmured in a low voice: "Shi Feiyang, just wait, these treasures will become the source of your pain." The miserable scene of Shi Feiyang being tortured to death kept appearing in his mind, as if he had already seen the moment when his revenge was successful.

Xie Zhichuan returned to Shenjian Villa and, relying on his status as the young master, he made up a pretext and began to plunder the villa for precious things under the pretext of preparing for an important event.

He came to the secret room where the sword manuals were hidden, and looked at those rare sword manuals with madness in his eyes.

He stretched out his hands and gently stroked the cover of the sword manual, as if he was stroking Shi Feiyang's life.

"Shi Feiyang, these are all prepared for you. Just wait to go to hell." His voice was low and gloomy, echoing in the secret room, revealing a creepy chill.

Then, he turned his attention to the precious sword-making materials, thinking about how to use them to create a deadly disaster for Shi Feiyang. After preparing the gifts, they embarked on the long journey to the Western Regions.

Along the way, the sky was filled with sand and the strong wind swept over as if it was going to swallow them up.

The sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight shone on them unobstructed, as if it was going to burn their skin.

Their lips were cracked, with bloodstains clearly visible, and their skin was tanned and shiny, like burnt charcoal.

However, the flames of revenge burned fiercely in their hearts, and this mad obsession kept them going, step by step, towards the unknown and dangerous Western Regions. Finally, after going through countless hardships, they arrived outside the Black Wind Valley.

At the mouth of the valley, the wind roared like a devil, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and there were bursts of sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan looked at each other, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, but it was immediately covered by the determination of revenge.

They took a deep breath, suppressed their inner uneasiness, and stepped cautiously into the valley. Not long after they went, they heard a low roar, and a group of huge black wind beasts, emitting a disgusting stench, rushed out from the surrounding caves.

These black wind beasts are as big as mountains, with rough and hard fur that flashes with a strange glow.

They opened their bloody mouths, revealing their sharp fangs, and pounced on Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan with their teeth and claws bared.

Zhong Renwang's face turned pale as paper in an instant. He hurriedly pulled out the dog-beating stick from his waist, his hands trembling slightly with nervousness.

Xie Zhichuan gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with madness and determination.

The two men stood back to back, took a defensive posture, and engaged in a desperate fight with the Black Wind Beast.

The roar of the Black Wind Beast and the shouts of Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan intertwined and echoed in the valley.

After a hard battle, they finally repelled the Black Wind Beast, but they suffered many wounds on their bodies. Their clothes were stained with blood, which looked particularly shocking in the valley covered with yellow sand.

They continued to go deeper and finally found a mysterious black castle in front of them. The castle gate was closed and exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

Several guards wearing black robes and black masks stood at the door. They stood there like statues, motionless, but gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

Zhong Renwang stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully with a flattering smile, "I am Zhong Renwang, leader of the Beggars' Sect in the Middle-earth. This is Xie Zhichuan, the young master of the Divine Sword Villa in the Middle-earth. We have come to meet the leader of your organization to discuss an important matter."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, a sign of his inner nervousness.

The guard gave them a cold look, a look that seemed to penetrate their souls, then took the gift list they presented and turned to walk into the castle. After a long time, the guard came out and motioned them to go in.

Inside the castle, it was dark and damp, with a strange green light flickering on the walls, as if countless pairs of eyes were spying on them in secret.

In a secret room, they met the leader of a mysterious organization in the Western Regions.

The leader was wearing a black cloak, revealing only a pair of ice-cold eyes. He sat on a huge black stone chair, like the master of darkness.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan quickly knelt down, presented the gifts, and described their revenge plan in detail.

After hearing this, the leader was silent for a moment, and his cold eyes swept back and forth over them, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, the leader slowly spoke: "Your plan is quite interesting. However, after it is completed, you must agree to a few conditions of mine."

The voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Netherworld.

Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan nodded quickly, their eyes full of excitement and anticipation, as if they had already seen the scene of Shi Feiyang falling at their feet.

At the same time, in the Central Plains martial arts world, the spies arranged by Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan began to spread rumors everywhere.

In taverns and inns in major towns, they deliberately talked loudly about the Hengshan School's possession of peerless martial arts secrets.

Some of these spies pretended to be mysterious wanderers, lowering their voices but deliberately letting people around them hear; others pretended to be drunken ruffians, making loud noises and spreading rumors.

The news spread quickly in the martial arts world as if it had wings.

For a time, all the major sects were talking about it. Some greedy people had desire glint in their eyes and were ready to move towards the Hengshan Sect. A new storm was quietly brewing in the Central Plains martial arts world.

In early winter, the mountains around Hengshan look like a majestic and solemn ink painting.

The rolling mountains, like the solid exposed backbone of the earth, lie dormant quietly under the sky.

Most of the trees on the mountain have lost their vibrant green, leaving only bare branches that shiver in the cold wind, as if expressing the loneliness of winter. Withered yellow leaves cover the mountain paths, and every step they take creates a rustling sound, the leaves whispering their final, mournful song.

In the sky, lead-gray clouds piled up thickly, like a huge dome, pressing people to the point of suffocating. Occasionally, a few jackdaws would make shrill cries and fly across the sky, adding a bit of desolation.

Shi Feiyang was excited, his face filled with joy after sharing his heart with Yili, and he walked down Hengshan with light steps.

His heart was filled with longing for a future reunion with Ellie, as if this cold winter was no longer so unbearable.

However, the twist of fate always comes unexpectedly.

Just as they reached the foot of Mount Heng, the "Eagle Detective" came rushing over like a black lightning, looking panicked, and brought a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue: Liu Tingting poisoned the heroes and kidnapped Zhuque and Baihu.

When Shi Feiyang heard the news from "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen that Liu Tingting had drugged the heroes and kidnapped Zhuque and Baihu, he felt like he had been struck by lightning and froze in place. His once brisk steps seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

His face, which had just been filled with joy because of his heartfelt talk with Ellie, suddenly became as gloomy as ink.

His eyes suddenly widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was filled with disbelief. Hearing such a ridiculous yet cruel thing in the world, the light in his eyes was instantly covered by anger and shock, like a burning flame that was about to burn everything in front of him.

His eyebrows knitted together, forming a deep "chuan" character. The veins on his forehead bulged slightly with anger, like earthworms about to burst. Shi Feiyang clenched his teeth, his lips trembling slightly as he let out a low, clacking sound—the sound of teeth grinding and clashing against each other—which showed that his inner anger had reached its peak.

His fists clenched unconsciously, and the muscles in his arms tensed, as if he was about to unleash a force powerful enough to destroy everything in the next second.

He looked up at the gray sky.

In his eyes, the lead-gray clouds now looked like Liu Tingting's hateful face, mocking his negligence with smugness.

Shi Feiyang sighed: "Ah!" This sigh came from the deepest part of his chest, filled with endless regret, self-blame and anger.

His body swayed slightly, and this simple sigh drained all his strength.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's mind flashed through every detail of his time with Suzaku and Baihu.

Those days when they fought side by side and those moments when they supported each other now pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

He roared in his heart: "How could I be so careless! Liu Tingting, you dare to do such a heinous thing, I will make you pay a heavy price!" Then, he no longer hesitated, the aura around him suddenly changed, and he displayed the wonderful light skill of "Thousand Miles Without Stopping", and his figure was like an arrow from a bow, and together with the "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, he flew towards the headquarters of the Xiongying Society.

When they returned to the Xiongying Society's headquarters, the scene before them was heartbreaking.

The originally neat and orderly station was now in a mess, with tables and chairs toppled over and debris scattered all over the floor.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Double-Edged Blade" Xiao Lingling, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Round Barrel" Lu Dedao, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, Gong Simeng and others were lying on the ground in a mess, their bodies were black and smelly, their faces were distorted, and they had obviously suffered from the erosion of the poison.

The air was filled with a pungent, foul smell that made people nauseous.

Miao Menlong, the "Archer" and Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart," had only just returned to the base a step ahead of Shi Feiyang. Their expressions were tense, their eyes bloodshot as they vigilantly guarded the base. When they saw Shi Feiyang's return, a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes.

Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen floated down, and without even taking a breath, they quickly took out various magical pills and medicines such as "Heart Protection Pill", "Resurrection Pill", "Soul Gathering Pill", "Less Resurrection Pill", "Great Resurrection Pill", "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water", "Qiankun Holy Water", "Nine-tailed Fox Blood" and so on.

Shi Feiyang's hands trembled slightly. He knew that time was running out and every second depended on the life and death of the heroes.

He fed the pills into the mouths of the heroes one by one, his movements gentle but with a hint of urgency.

After a long time, the heroes slowly woke up.

As soon as they opened their eyes, raging anger burned in them, and the endless hatred for Liu Tingting almost swallowed them up.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He gritted his teeth and said, "Liu Tingting is simply too cruel. I swear I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this!"

"Double-Edged Blade" Xiao Lingling also said bitterly: "How dare she treat us like this? She will definitely pay a heavy price!"

Gong Simeng struggled to sit up, tears welling up in her eyes, her eyes filled with grief and anger. She rushed to Shi Feiyang and tearfully asked, "Shi Feiyang, tell me, what exactly is going on? Where are Suzaku and Baihu? How are they now? Why didn't you protect them?"

Her voice became hoarse with excitement, and every word was like a sharp knife piercing Shi Feiyang's heart.

Shi Feiyang lowered his head, his eyes filled with guilt. He whispered, "Si Meng, I was negligent. I'm sorry, everyone. But please believe me, I will definitely bring Suzaku and Baihu back safely."

Although his heart was filled with remorse, Shi Feiyang's eyes also revealed a firm confidence. He firmly believed that with the deep friendship between him and Suzaku and Baihu, as well as their tenacious will, they would definitely return to his side.

(End of this chapter)