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

Chapter 151: God's Palm Suppresses the Master of the Capital, Shi Feiyang Breaks Through with Dominance

After killing a group of ninjas including Kato Yinyi and Hisata Ken, Shi Feiyang's eyes were like two cold rays, as sharp as lightning, and instantly focused his attention on Iida Ichi, Takeo Jiro, and Tengda Tsuyoshi who were fighting fiercely with Han Li and Lin Wanqing.

There was a flame of determination and resolve burning in his eyes, and the dawn of victory had already taken clear shape in his mind.

Han Li was like a blood-soaked god of war, his body drenched in blood and his clothes in tatters. Although he still relied on his tenacious will to resist, his body was already shaky and his steps were as light as if he was walking on clouds. Every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Lin Wanqing retreated step by step under the enemy's fierce attack. Her originally neat clothes became messy and her hair flew wildly.

However, she gritted her teeth, her stubborn eyes revealing her determination to never give up, and she persevered through the difficult situation.

Shi Feiyang witnessed this scene and without hesitation, like an enraged tiger descending from the mountain, he pounced on the three men with boundless power. He once again activated the Mingyu Gong, and the zhenqi in his body surged through his meridians like a surging river, surging continuously.

Extreme coldness gushed out from his body, turning into an invisible yet chilling net of ice, spreading towards Iida Ichi, Takeo Jiro, and Tengda Tsuyoshi with overwhelming force.

Wherever Shi Feiyang went, the air froze instantly, making a subtle but clear "cracking" sound. Even the air succumbed to this extreme cold force.

Shi Feiyang's hands danced swiftly like a phantom, releasing strands of cold energy from his fingertips like nimble and deadly snakes, accurately and unerringly striking the acupuncture points of the three men. His technique was truly exceptional, each strike a precise, calculated strike, aiming for the perfect target.

Iida Ichi, Takeo Jiro, and Tengda Tsuyoshi felt a piercing cold current instantly invading their bodies, like an icy steel needle piercing their acupuncture points.

In an instant, their acupuncture points were frozen, and their blood seemed to gradually become viscous and almost solidified under the extreme cold.

They widened their eyes in horror, their eyes filled with despair and fear, and tried to perform a desperate counterattack with the "Wind Slash" move, but found that their bodies seemed to be frozen, too stiff to move. No matter how hard they tried, they could not mobilize even a bit of strength in their bodies.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the three men's immobility and raised his Burmese sword high in the air. The blade condensed with a devastating force, and the blade gleamed with a terrifying glimmer under the cold moonlight, heralding the impending fatal blow.

He roared, his voice resembling a bell, shaking the air around him. He swung his Burmese sword down with overwhelming force, unstoppable. With a series of resounding "cracks," like a giant axe splitting thousand-year-old stone, or thunder shattering the heavens, the heads of the pirate leaders, including Iida Ichi, Takeo Jiro, and Teng Tiangang, were severed by Shi Feiyang's Burmese sword like ripe fruits.

Their headless bodies, driven by inertia, stood still briefly before collapsing with a thud, landing heavily on the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. Blood gushed out from their severed necks like a raging spring, drawing crimson arcs in the air before quickly pooling on the ground in a shocking pool.

Shi Feiyang then let out a deafening roar: "Kill! Close the city gates and beat the dogs!"

The roar was like rolling thunder, echoing across the bloody battlefield.

Before the roar had even finished, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and like a flash of black lightning, he rushed out of the posthouse and headed straight for the Japanese pirates who were fighting fiercely with Ming Dynasty officials and soldiers in the city. Seeing Shi Feiyang's bravery, the morale of Ming army generals such as Li Song was instantly boosted, and their blood boiled in their chests.

They fought side by side with Lin Wanqing, Xie Wen and the martial artists of Liaodong, brandishing swords in their hands, with anger burning in their eyes, and bravely killed the Japanese pirates in the city.

Shi Feiyang's movements were agile and swift, and every move was like a tiger descending from the mountain, carrying endless power.

Wherever he went, the Japanese pirates fell like leaves swept by a strong wind. The Burmese knife in his hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like the scythe of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the sinners.

Every swing of the sword brought with it a sharp gust of wind. Where the sword flashed, blood splattered, and the broken limbs of the Japanese pirates flew everywhere. The scene was extremely tragic. Li Song and other Ming army generals followed closely behind. They were brave and fearless, with a firm gaze, vowing to kill these Japanese pirates without leaving a single one alive.

As they swung their swords, dazzling sparks flew when they collided with the Japanese pirates' weapons. The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing intertwined together, deafening. Even the earth trembled in this fierce battle.

The fighting in the city became increasingly fierce and the situation became increasingly tense.

The shouts of killing, the clash of weapons, and the screams of pain intertwined together to form a tragic war song.

Lin Wanqing and Xie Wen cooperated well with each other, their sword skills were sharp and swift, and the flashing sword flowers were like two lightning bolts streaking across the sky. Wherever they went, the Japanese pirates fell down with screams, making the Japanese pirates terrified.

The martial artists in Liaodong were not to be outdone. They displayed what they had learned, with fierce and powerful boxing and ferocious palm techniques, knocking the Japanese pirates to the ground one by one. Their offensive was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, unstoppable.

With the joining of Shi Feiyang and others, the morale of the Ming army became increasingly high, like a raging fire, and gradually gained the upper hand.

The Japanese pirates began to retreat, but they still fought stubbornly and made a final struggle.

However, under the fierce attack of Shi Feiyang and others, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless, like the fight of a trapped beast.

Each of Shi Feiyang's attacks was carried with deadly force. He showed no mercy to the Japanese pirates, and there was only determined killing intent in his eyes.

He turned his body and the Burmese sword drew a graceful and deadly arc in the air. A Japanese pirate was unable to dodge and was cut in half by the sword. His body was broken at the waist, blood spurted out like a fountain, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"Close the city gate!" Shi Feiyang shouted again, his voice like a huge bell, shaking everyone's heart.

The Ming army soldiers moved quickly, their steps hurried but orderly. They worked together to close the city gates tightly.

The heavy city gate slowly closed with a dull sound, as if announcing the end of the Japanese pirates.

As a result, the Japanese pirates in the city were trapped in a jar, with nowhere to escape and could only wait for the judgment of fate in despair.

The Japanese pirates outside the city were horrified when they saw this, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

They tried to break through the Ming army's defenses and escape into the city in search of a chance of survival.

But how could Shi Feiyang and others give them this opportunity? They were like a group of angry lions, fighting hard, and every attack was carried out with great power and firm determination.

Shi Feiyang's figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling through the enemy's formation. As he swung his Burmese sword, a cold light flashed, and he repelled the Japanese pirates again and again, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

His battle shirt was stained red with blood and his collar was soaked with sweat, but his eyes were determined and he did not retreat, because he knew very well that this was a battle to defend his homeland and he could not relax at all.

Every Ming army soldier understood that behind them were their families and hometowns. They shouldered the heavy responsibility of defending their homes and had to hold their positions and defend Yizhou City to the death.

At this time, Yizhou City was engulfed in flames and filled with smoke.

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky red and shrouding the entire city in a terrifying atmosphere.

But the people in the city did not panic. Their eyes were full of trust and hope.

They knew that with Shi Feiyang and others around, Yizhou City would not fall.

They took out food and clothing from their homes and spontaneously supported the brave warriors on the front line, contributing their own strength to the fight against the Japanese pirates. They believed that as long as the whole city was united, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

After a whole day of fierce fighting, when the last rays of sunset shone on the top of Yizhou City, the Ming army finally won this arduous battle.

The Japanese pirates were completely defeated. They were either dead or wounded, lying on the ground in all directions, and their blood dyed the streets dark red.

Those Japanese pirates who managed to survive were either captured or escaped, and could no longer pose a threat to Yizhou City.

After experiencing this baptism of blood and fire, Yizhou City finally ushered in a moment of tranquility.

Shi Feiyang and others stood proudly on the top of the city wall, their postures as straight as pine trees.

They looked into the distance, watching the smoke gradually dissipate, as if a layer of gauze was slowly fading away.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were deep and bright, filled with the joy of victory. This joy was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the haze that had long shrouded his heart; it also contained infinite longing for the future, and he had foreseen that Yizhou City would usher in a prosperous tomorrow after going through wind and rain.

In his heart, this victory was not just a great military victory, but also a great spiritual triumph. It would become a beacon, inspiring the thousands of people in Yizhou City for a long time, enabling them to face the numerous challenges of the future bravely and fearlessly.

Jinyiwei Vice-Chief Lü Yuan, Jinyiwei Captain Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang, with the remnants of the Jinyiwei, returned to Yizhou with a somewhat heavy step. As they watched Shi Feiyang surrounded by the soldiers and civilians, receiving their enthusiastic praise and unwavering support, a mixture of emotions washed over them. They could never have imagined that Shi Feiyang, once considered a notorious "gangster" in Jiangnan, would shine brightly on the battlefield against the Japanese pirates, transforming himself into a universally admired hero.

The thunderous cheers were like heavy hammers, striking their complicated hearts.

To gain a deeper understanding of the dynamics of the Jianghu, Liu Yanran, the Palace Master of Shenshui Palace, meticulously disguised herself as a man, blending gracefully and quietly into the bustling crowd. Like a drop of water merging into a river, she remained unnoticed.

As she roamed the martial arts world as this man, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, carefully observing the subtle movements in every corner, trying to keenly perceive the latest trends and potential crises in the martial arts world.

As she moved through the crowd, she inadvertently looked up and saw Shi Feiyang's high-spirited, handsome figure. Shi Feiyang was surrounded by the people, his every move attracted everyone's attention, and his every word won cheers, and he was deeply loved and supported by the people.

Liu Yanran couldn't help but feel a complex and inexplicable emotion in his heart. He admired the charm emanating from Shi Feiyang and the people's enthusiastic support for him, but he couldn't help but fall into deep thought about the new power structure that might emerge in the martial arts world because of Shi Feiyang.

At the same time, her thoughts involuntarily drifted to her daughter Liu Tingting, and a trace of sadness arose in her heart.

Liu Tingting once had a passionate and deep love for Shi Feiyang, and even secretly married Shi Feiyang. However, the marriage lasted less than a month before it came to an end.

This short marriage, like a sudden storm, dealt a heavy blow to Liu Yanran and filled her with deep worry about her daughter's future. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Ah! What a pity..."

However, Liu Tingting herself was not immersed in sadness because of this past.

She had long since moved on from that experience. After absorbing the superb bloodline in Shi Feiyang's body, she had gone through more than half a year of arduous and extraordinary cultivation. Now she had successfully completed a gorgeous transformation and transformed into an extraordinary human immortal.

At this moment, Liu Tingting was lying comfortably on the white and soft clouds above Yizhou.

The clouds were like giant marshmallows, gently supporting her body.

The sunlight shone through the thin clouds, casting a faint golden glow around her.

The breeze was blowing gently and the clouds were floating slowly, as if dancing to accompany her pleasant time.

She sometimes stretched her body, sometimes closed her eyes to rest, enjoying the endless tranquility and freedom.

During the day, the pristine white clouds were her haven, a place where she could relax and unwind; at night, she would retreat to the vast expanse of Tianchi Lake for a restful sleep. Its waters, as tranquil as a mirror, reflected the starry sky. She felt at one with the stars, her companions in the vastness of the universe. Liu Tingting's life had transcended the realm of mortals, transforming her into an enviable celestial being.

Not only that, she also created a new name - "Night Princess Jellyfish".

This name quickly spread in the Liaodong martial arts world and has become a legend.

She walked the world with this new identity, and the mystery and powerful power behind her name became a hot topic that people in the martial arts world talked about after dinner.

Her fame has terrified countless martial artists, and her stunning beauty and extraordinary strength have together created an immortal legend in the martial arts world.

Liu Tingting not only achieved remarkable and extraordinary achievements on the road of cultivating immortals, but also left a profound and indelible mark of her own in the martial arts world, becoming a legendary figure praised by the world.

In fact, at this moment, Liu Tingting was lying quietly on the clouds above Yizhou, her eyes staring at the ground, her gaze closely following Shi Feiyang's figure, with a lot of emotions in her heart.

Although she and Shi Feiyang were married and their love lasted only a month, they eventually became strangers. It would be self-deception to say that she was not sad.

Moreover, Liu Tingting was able to successfully become an immortal largely because she married Shi Feiyang and absorbed the top-quality blood in his body.

But Liu Tingting knew in her heart that all this was arranged by fate and she was powerless to resist.

She could only accept it silently and then work hard to walk her own future path.

She looked at Shi Feiyang, feeling both deep gratitude for him giving her the opportunity to become an immortal and guilt for not being able to stay with him forever.

However, having reached this point, Liu Tingting knew that she could not turn back.

She took a deep breath, and the gentle sound of the wind seemed to soothe the waves in her heart. Then she slowly closed her eyes, carefully burying all the complicated emotions in the deepest part of her heart, and continued to enjoy the tranquility and freedom that belonged only to her on the clouds with all her heart.

At this time, the imperial envoy, holding the imperial edict, stepped onto the platform with solemn and majestic steps.

He looked solemn, cleared his throat, and then began to read in a high and passionate voice: "In compliance with the imperial decree, Song Yingchang is appointed as the governor and Li Song as the admiral of the Eastern Expedition. Forty thousand elite troops are to be immediately mobilized to the Korean battlefield to defend our country and enhance the prestige of the Ming Dynasty!"

Li Song's face turned serious when he heard the appointment.
He slowly turned to face Shi Feiyang, took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, then raised his strong and powerful right hand and waved it vigorously in the air. The arm swung with a tremendous force, his eyes full of farewell, as if conveying thousands of words.

Then, he swung his cloak violently, drawing a sharp arc in the air, and strode towards the Ming army. Standing tall and straight like a pine tree, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, he shouted the order: "Move out!"

The Ming army soldiers shouted in unison, their voices were deafening, their steps were neat and powerful, and every step they took seemed to make a hole in the ground. They marched towards Pyongyang with high morale.

Arriving at the foot of Pyongyang, Li Song sat steadily on his warhorse, his posture as steady as a towering mountain.

He looked up at the Japanese pirates who were on full alert on the city wall. His eyes were like cold stars, firm and fearless.

He suddenly drew out the sword from his waist. When the sword came out of the sheath, a cold light flashed, like a bolt of lightning across the sky.

He pointed his sword at the city wall and gave the order in a resolute voice like a bell: "Deploy your troops and set up your artillery!"

The Ming army was well-trained and took quick action upon hearing the sound.

The soldiers worked together, shouted uniform slogans, and pushed the cannons to the front of the battle.

Their foreheads were covered with sweat, which slid down their cheeks, but their hands were steadily adjusting the angle of the artillery, aiming the muzzle at the city of Pyongyang.

With a deafening roar that seemed to rip the sky apart, "Fire!"

The artillery fired in unison, the rumbling sound was like countless muffled thunder exploding in the ears, shaking the earth violently, and the sky was trembling in this roar.

The air was filled with smoke in an instant, and the billowing smoke rolled like a giant black dragon, shrouding the entire battlefield in a choking fog.

The sudden bombardment threw the Japanese pirates into chaos. Some fled in panic, shouting, "Oh no! The Ming army's artillery is too powerful!" A small Japanese pirate leader, brandishing a long sword, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't panic! Stay steady! Prepare to fight!" However, under the fierce Ming army's artillery fire, their resistance seemed powerless. Some pirates were hit by artillery shells, their bodies blown to pieces, and their limbs and arms flew everywhere. The scene was horrific, accompanied by their terrified screams.

Li Rusong saw this and shouted, "Follow me and charge!"

He suddenly squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. The warhorse felt pain, raised its front hooves high, neighed loudly, and rushed out like an arrow.

He waved the long sword in his hand, the sword light flashed, just like lightning shuttled through the crowd, shouting slogans of charge loudly.

Seeing their commander so brave, the morale of the Ming army soldiers suddenly reached its peak. They rushed forward shouting like tigers descending from the mountains, their steps firm and powerful, raising a cloud of dust that seemed to submerge the entire battlefield.

The Ming army and the Japanese bandits engaged in close combat, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons intertwined. A Ming soldier shouted loudly, and his spear, like a poisonous snake emerging from a hole, stabbed at a Japanese bandit.

The Japanese pirate quickly brandished his long sword to resist, shouting, "You Ming soldiers, today I will make sure you never return!"

But the Ming army soldiers attacked swiftly and stabbed the Japanese pirate to the ground with one shot. The Japanese pirate let out a scream and blood gushed out of the wound.

After a fierce battle, the Ming army successfully captured Pyongyang with its tenacious fighting spirit and strong combat effectiveness.

The troops of Konishi Yukinaga, an elite Japanese pirate, suffered heavy losses. In this battle, more than 9,000 Japanese pirates were killed. The flag of victory of the Ming army was raised over the city of Pyongyang. The flag fluttered in the wind, telling of the bravery of the Ming army.

After the great victory in Pyongyang, the Ming army pursued the victory and successfully recaptured Kaesong.

Afterwards, Li Song commanded the army to march towards the royal capital, Seoul.

However, at Bitiguan, only thirty miles away from Wangjing, the Ming army underestimated the enemy and fell into an ambush carefully set by the Japanese pirates.

In an instant, the Japanese pirates came like a tide from all directions and surrounded the Ming army.

"Haha, Ming army, you can't escape today!" A Japanese pirate general stood on a high place, laughing wildly and shouting.

The Japanese pirates, holding long swords and making strange noises, rushed towards the Ming army.

Li Rusong, riding on the tall horse, was particularly conspicuous in the encirclement.

He pulled the reins suddenly, the warhorse raised its front hooves, neighed loudly, and the horse's mane fluttered in the wind.

Li Rusong waved his long sword, the sword light flashed, and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, kill!" and led the soldiers to fight a desperate battle with the Japanese pirates.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and shadows appeared, and the shouts of killing were deafening, as if they were going to shake the heaven and earth to pieces.

Although the Ming army was in trouble, they still resisted stubbornly and showed no intention of retreating.

Some Ming soldiers brandished their spears, their tips flashing with cold light, and stabbed at the Japanese pirates.
Every thrust was accompanied by a tremendous force, as if to nail the enemy to the ground; some used shields to block the attacks of the Japanese pirates, and the shields collided with the Japanese swords, making a loud "clang clang" sound, sparks flying, while looking for opportunities to fight back.

The dust billowed across the battlefield, and the cries of battle, the clashing of weapons, and the neighing of war horses intertwined to form a tragic and stirring symphony of battle. The battle lasted a full three hours, with heavy casualties on both sides. Li Song faced numerous dangers during the fight, narrowly escaping being struck by the pirates' long swords several times. His armor was ripped open, and blood oozed out, staining his clothes red.

In the end, the Japanese pirates saw that it was difficult to win, so they retreated to Seoul like a cunning fox, and Li Song led his troops back to Pyongyang reluctantly.

After that, the two sides reached a stalemate and were forced to start negotiations. However, the Japanese pirates' unreasonable demands, such as the Taedong River as the boundary, caused the negotiations to break down in an instant, and the situation once again became tense.

Yizhou City.

After Li Song left, Xiang Yushan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who was lurking in the imperial envoy's team, stood quietly in the Yizhou government office.

He stood firmly with his hands behind his back, like an old tree rooted in the ground. Through the window, he watched from afar as Li Song led his troops off to battle.

His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through all conspiracies and tricks. They were deep and cold, as if he could see through all the secrets of the world.

After Li Song's team disappeared from sight, Xiang Yushan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.
There was a hint of cruelty and coldness in that smile.

Then, he slowly turned around, straightened his back like a javelin, and personally issued a cold order: "Arrest Shi Feiyang."

Xiang Yushan, a renowned martial arts master in the capital's martial arts world, is proficient in the "Wind Pillar Kung Fu" and possesses exceptional strength, making him the second-best martial artist in the capital. His "Meteor Fist" is an extremely sinister martial art.

At this moment, he stood with his feet slightly apart, firmly planted in a horse stance, like a towering mountain. He activated his "Wind Pillar Technique," and his aura surged through him, his clothes fluttering as if lifted by an invisible force.

He clenched his right fist, the copper sheath on it gleaming with a cold light, like a cold star in the night sky. He suddenly shouted, his voice like a bell, and struck out with his right fist like lightning, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. The palm wind was extremely sharp, like an invisible blade, which could easily injure anyone within five steps.

Furthermore, propelled by his profound internal energy, the copper sheath flew out like a meteor, streaking a dazzling streak through the air and accurately striking a target 15 feet away. Even more problematic, the copper sheath was attached to a flexible cord. After striking the target, the cord retracted, allowing the copper sheath to flexibly turn and strike again at the target's vital parts, making it impossible to defend against it.

The trajectory of the copper sleeve in the air was like a deadly poisonous snake, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

Xiang Yushan's order was like a death warrant.

Lu Yuan, the burly and ruddy Jinyiwei, was now full of regret on his face, and his eyes revealed endless regret.

He bit his lower lip so hard that his teeth almost made it bleed. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force and trembled slightly.

But he didn't dare disobey the order. He took a deep breath, tapped his feet, and rushed towards Shi Feiyang like a ghost. He danced his arms quickly and used the "Ice Palm". With a biting cold, his palms were like two pieces of ice, slapping towards Shi Feiyang's chest.

His palm technique was insidious and vicious, and it was so cold that the air seemed to be frozen wherever he went. There was even a thin layer of frost on the ground. The temperature around him dropped sharply, making people feel as if they were in an ice cellar.

In the martial arts world, he is almost invincible with this palm technique and is known as one of the third best masters in the capital.

Cai Kun gripped the copper staff tightly with both hands and shouted loudly, raising it high in the air. He arced through the air and, with a whirring sound, smashed it towards Xie Wen's head. The copper staff in his hand was like a black dragon, and each blow carried the momentum of a tsunami. The ground seemed to tremble slightly under his attack, and the surrounding air was stirred into a buzzing sound.

Xie Wen, on the other hand, unleashed his "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke" technique. With a light tap of his toes, his body drifted backward like a wisp of smoke, deftly avoiding the attack. His movements were light and graceful, like a feather drifting in the wind, making them difficult to grasp.

He took advantage of the moment when Cai Kun's attack missed and his old strength was exhausted but new strength had not yet been generated, tapped the ground with his toes, and flew towards Cai Kun like a swallow. He slapped out with both palms quickly, bringing with him a slight gust of wind, and the shadows of his palms were so heavy that it was dazzling.

Xiang Laixiang, the heir of the Bai family's swordsmanship, held the knife in both hands and, with a delicate cry, the blade flashed like lightning as she slashed towards Lin Wanqing's throat. Her attack was a killing move, and there was no mercy in her eyes, clearly showing no mercy to Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, her feet moved quickly, her body light and graceful, like a deer in the forest, deftly weaving between the knife shadows. She used the "willow catkins body technique", her posture changing unpredictably, dazzling the eyes. As she dodged, she searched for flaws in Xiang's knife technique.

Suddenly, she tapped the ground with her toes, her body spun like a top, and the long sword in her hand stabbed out, heading straight for Laixiang's wrist.

The long sword swept through the air, making a buzzing sound. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, tearing the air apart.

The four of them each displayed their skills, and the battle was fierce, with a difficult time for a while. The other Jinyiwei quickly took action, their steps hurried, and they quickly ran to form a circle, tightly surrounding Shi Feiyang, Lin Wanqing, and Xie Wen.

The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and their eyes revealed ferocity and cruelty.

The imperial envoy, officials and generals retreated quietly, their eyes revealing a hint of indifference and determination. They had already anticipated the bloody battle that was about to happen, and had no intention of stopping it, allowing this brutal fight to unfold.

At this moment, the air in Yizhou City seemed to be frozen, filled with a strong smell of blood and tension.

Fortunately, Shi Feiyang was well prepared. Even before the battle was over, he had keenly perceived the potential danger and ordered the Xiongying Society's disciples to evacuate Yizhou. Now, only he, Lin Wanqing, and Xie Wen remained in Yizhou.

Facing the siege of the Jinyiwei, they were not afraid at all and their eyes were determined. Shi Feiyang spread his feet, stood firmly in a horse stance, clenched his fists with veins bulging, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

Lin Wanqing held a longsword, the tip of which drooped slightly, the blade gleaming with a cold light. She stood gracefully beside Shi Feiyang, like a rose blooming in the flames of war. Xie Wenze stood on the other side with a graceful figure, like a wisp of smoke, his eyes alert and alert, constantly paying attention to the movements around him.

Facing the ferocious attacks of Xiang Yushan and Lü Yuan, two of the capital's greatest masters, Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his voice resounding like thunder amidst the tense atmosphere. "Are you planning to throw the donkey away after it's done its work? How could you treat a hero who fought against the Japanese invaders like this?"

With these words, his aura suddenly shifted, and a powerful internal force surged, unleashing the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong—"Supreme Forgetfulness." Instantly, he seemed to merge with the universe. His eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old pond, unperturbed yet imbued with boundless majesty. His body swayed slightly, and with a flick of his palms, he unleashed the first move of the Tathagata Palm: "Auspicious Light Appears."

Accompanied by a "clang" sound like the collision of metal and stone, the palm was as powerful as a knife, slashing towards Xiang Yushan and Lu Yuan with full domineering power.

Shi Feiyang's palm seemed to be tangible, but it was also like a knife but not a knife. The fierce momentum was even better than the sharpest sword in the world.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the air was cut apart, making a hissing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang moved his feet lightly, and his figure suddenly became ethereal, like an immortal in the clouds.

The second move, "Buddha's Holy Lamp", came out smoothly, overflowing with spiritual energy. The palm technique was like a dream, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Every time he swung his palm, it left behind a trail of afterimages, like twinkling stars, dazzling the eyes.

The two masters, Xiang Yushan and Lu Yuan, only felt a palm wind like a tidal wave coming at them continuously. Each palm seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, which made them breathless and made them feel cold in their hearts.

Xiang Yushan's forehead was instantly covered with beads of sweat. His eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and responded with full concentration. Every pore seemed to be alert to the coming danger.

Their bodies were swayed by Shi Feiyang's palm wind, and their steps began to stumble. "Hmph! Shi Feiyang, don't be so complacent, today is your end!" Xiang Yushan shouted angrily, the sound seeming to break through the tense atmosphere.

He thrust out both palms simultaneously, sending whistling winds whirring through Shi Feiyang's vital points. Lu Yuan also shot up like a ghost, sneaking up from the side with a whoosh, his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to see his figure.

Shi Feiyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer of contempt.

Far from retreating, he met their attacks head-on. He swiftly clasped his hands together, and with a resounding "bang," his palms swung like a dragon, unleashing a powerful gust of air that instantly dissipated Xiang Yushan and Lü Yuan's attacks. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept across his surroundings, a surge of lofty ambition surging within him, as if he alone reigned supreme in the world.

"Today, I will let you witness the true power of Shi Feiyang!" Shi Feiyang roared, the sound like rolling thunder, exploding in everyone's ears. He leaped into the air again, like a soaring eagle.

At this moment, he exerted the power of Tathagata Palm to its fullest extent, and every move and every style was as powerful as thunder.

The "boom boom" sound of the palms resounded through the sky, shocking everyone present.

The Jinyiwei who had originally formed a circle were frightened by this powerful momentum and retreated in steps.

Cai Kun and Xiang Laixiang were so shocked that they couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, Lin Wanqing and Xie Wen hurriedly flew away, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Then, Shi Feiyang shouted, "Mountains and rivers turn upside down!" With this roar, the world suddenly darkened, and the howling wind wailed like ghosts and wolves. He actually used the skills of Xiang Yushan and Lü Yuan to perform the technique of striking the enemy from a distance and stun the enemy with his Qi.

I saw an invisible energy spreading rapidly with him as the center, sweeping up the nearby Jinyiwei like fallen leaves.

"Crack, crack," the sound of broken bones came one after another. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Jinyiwei were killed tragically by the fists of Xiang Yushan and Lu Yuan.

The other Jinyiwei were so frightened that they quickly retreated dozens of feet, as if there was a flood or a beast chasing them.

Then, Shi Feiyang shouted again: "Come back after catching the monster!" Suddenly, a powerful suction force was generated, like a whirlpool.

Xiang Yushan and Lu Yuan felt the world spinning before their eyes, making a buzzing sound, and their bodies spun uncontrollably.

Under this suction, their skills quickly dissipated like a flood breaking through a dam.

Not long after, the two men felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground, uttering faint "ouch" sounds.

The atmosphere around was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Shi Feiyang.

Every movement he made seemed to carry a tremendous amount of force, inspiring awe.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd and headed straight for Shi Feiyang.

This man was a master among the Jinyiwei. He held a long sword in his hand, and the sword was flashing with cold light.

With a few "swish" sounds, the sword flashed like lightning and went straight to Shi Feiyang's vital points.

"You're looking for death!" Shi Feiyang roared, his voice piercing the soul. His figure instantly vanished, leaving only a shadow. When he reappeared, he was already behind the expert.

He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard on the master's back with a whirring sound.

There was a crisp sound of "crack", and the master was like a kite with a broken string. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew out, and fell heavily to the ground, dying with fractures all over his body.

This scene shocked everyone present. Shi Feiyang's strength had far exceeded their imagination.

"Who else wants to come up and try?" Shi Feiyang looked around, his voice full of unquestionable majesty.

After roaring, he kicked out with his legs, and with a "bang", kicked out two feet, kicking Xiang Yushan and Lu Yuan away.

"Crack!" Xiang Yushan and Lu Yuan were thrown into the air, with the sound of broken ribs and a rain of blood. With two "bangs", they fell three feet away and fainted.

Shi Feiyang shouted again: "Let's go!" The voice seemed to have an invisible power that made people dare not disobey.

After saying this, he turned around and walked away with Lin Wanqing and Xie Wenyang. No Jinyiwei or soldiers dared to step forward to stop them. They could only watch their backs gradually disappear into the distance.

(End of this chapter)