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

Chapter 160: Blood Moon over the Yangtze River: Zhong Renwang's Crazy Revenge
Under the leadership of the chief leader Shi Feiyang, the warriors of the Xiongying Society were in high spirits. They led 3,000 disciples and engaged in a thrilling, life-and-death battle with the Bozhou rattan armor soldiers.

This fierce battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and courage. Both sides demonstrated extraordinary willpower and tactical qualities.

In an instant, the sound of bloodshed reverberated across the river, the cries of killing and the clashing of weapons intertwining into a gruesome symphony of bloodshed. This sound was like a call from hell, terrifying, and every blow carried the summons of death, making every life on the battlefield seem so fragile.

Miao Menlong drew his bow and arrows, each one whistling with the wind as it unerringly struck its target. Like messengers of death, the arrows instantly pierced through the vine armor and sank straight into the enemy. The enemy screamed and fell to the ground, unable to withstand this deadly attack.

The plum blossom darts in Shan Zhi's hand were flying, the shadows of the darts were flashing, and each dart hit the enemy's vital points.

His technique was extremely precise. Wherever he went, blood splattered everywhere. The enemies fell down one after another under the power of the plum blossom darts, unable to fight anymore.

Wu Zhong swung his iron palm, each strike carrying a tremendous force. The air was squeezed, making a whirring sound. The planks and railings of the enemy ship broke under his iron palm. The rattan armor soldiers, struck by the blow, flew away like kites with broken strings. The scene was spectacular and shocking.

Xiang Kun placed the iron flute to his lips and played a strange tune.

The sound waves are like invisible sharp blades, swirling and echoing in the air, making the enemy dizzy and losing their will.

His flute music is not only art, but also a weapon on the battlefield, which can defeat the enemy invisibly.

Xie Wen held a soft whip in his hand, swirling it like a snake, the tip of the whip lashing out at the enemy with a crisp "snap" sound. The enemy, their skin torn and flesh exposed, howled in pain, unable to bear the pain, and retreated in defeat.

Maggie Chik wields the Miao Dao with lithe grace and fierce skill. Enemies fall in a flash of blade, each movement crisp and decisive, showcasing the heroic spirit of a woman who is no less capable than men. Under her leadership, the female soldiers of the Xiongying Society demonstrate a bravery and courage that rivals that of their male counterparts.

Everyone worked together and fought bravely, each showing the demeanor of a hero. In this bloody battle, they were like the gods of war, making the enemy terrified.

In this fierce battle with the enemy, Shi Feiyang bravely rushed to the front. He led his team like a group of brave tigers and successfully boarded the enemy's ship.

While exploring the enemy ship's cabin in depth, they unexpectedly discovered some black iron arrowheads engraved with Japanese characters.

This discovery was like a bombshell, causing huge shock and waves among all the heroes.

"What is this? Japanese? These traitors are actually colluding with the Japanese pirates!" "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi widened his eyes, his face full of anger that could not be concealed. He held the plum blossom dart in his hand tighter, and the anger in his heart burned more fiercely.

"It's so despicable! Yang Yinglong, the traitor, colluded with the Japanese pirates for personal gain and brought great disaster to our Ming Dynasty!" "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong was so angry that his face turned red. He clenched his fists, and his joints turned white due to the force. He slammed them on the deck with "bangs", and several obvious cracks immediately appeared on the hard wooden board.

"The Japanese pirates have always been eyeing our Central Plains, and now they are colluding with Yang Yinglong. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind this!" "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun frowned, his eyes full of worry. He gently shook the iron flute in his hand, making a crisp sound, as if sighing for this sudden crisis.

Shi Feiyang's brows were furrowed, his eyes were as firm as torches, and a hint of anger and alertness flashed in his eyes. It seemed that his gaze could penetrate the darkness behind and see through all the conspiracies and tricks.

His voice was firm and powerful, revealing an innate, irresistible arrogance. "It seems that Yang Yinglong is indeed supported by the Japanese. They are attempting to collude with both internal and external forces to overthrow our court. Today, we must not let these traitors succeed! As descendants of Yan and Huang, we must protect our homeland and completely eliminate these evil thieves!"

After hearing Shi Feiyang's words, everyone's blood boiled and they shouted in unison: "We will defend our homeland to the death and kill the traitorous Japanese pirates!"

The sound echoed across the river, causing ripples on the water, demonstrating their firm determination.

At this time, some disciples of the Xiongying Society discovered that the enemy had laid an iron net array under the water, trying to trap Shi Feiyang and others.

Shi Feiyang received the report. He stood by the river, his gaze as sharp as a torch, gazing at the turbulent surface without a trace of fear. He took a deep breath, his chest filled with courage and determination, and then unleashed the aquatic skill "Nine Traces of Treading Waves," as if to challenge the river.

I saw that his figure was light, like a lotus floating on the water. He lightly touched the water with his toes and moved quickly on the water as if walking on flat ground.

Every movement he made seemed so calm, graceful and natural, as if he had formed some kind of mysterious tacit understanding with the river.

He cleverly avoided the iron nets on the bottom of the water, and wherever he went, he stirred up layers of crystal water splashes, like a fairy dancing on the water. His figure was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight, like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu dived into the water and worked closely with Shi Feiyang to investigate the enemy situation.

The two found irrefutable evidence of Yang Yinglong's collusion with the Japanese pirates: fragments of a Japanese sword and a sea chart!
This made them more determined to expose the conspiracy.

They knew that this was not only for justice, but also to protect innocent people from the suffering of war.

Qi Meizhen looked at Shi Feiyang's dashing figure on the water, her admiration growing stronger. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "The chief leader is truly amazing. How many people in the world can match his peerless lightness skills?"

Her eyes were full of admiration and love. In her heart, Shi Feiyang was the invincible hero.

Shi Feiyang's image became increasingly taller in Qi Meizhen's heart. He was the god guarding this land, making her feel extremely safe and warm.

On autumn nights, the Yangtze River is like a dormant ancient dragon. Under the cover of deep darkness, it exudes a chilling aura of mystery and danger.

That sense of deterrence seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.

The sound of the flowing river is like the breathing of a giant dragon, heavy and powerful, making people dare not slack off in the slightest.

The moonlight is like water, gently falling on the surface of the river, sparkling like countless tiny silver flakes dancing happily on the water.

However, beneath this beautiful scenery, there is a hidden turbulence, as if hiding an unknown secret, which makes people feel alert.

A thin mist drifts across the river, like a thin, hazy veil, shrouding everything and adding a touch of dreamlike beauty to the ancient, profound waters. However, beneath this beautiful scene lies a subtle sense of unease, as if stepping into a surreal world teeming with danger, where every step is filled with uncertainty and challenges.

On the shore, the withered yellow reeds trembled violently in the biting autumn wind, making a rustling sound, as if a group of trapped ghosts were whimpering, telling of the impending crisis.

The voice seemed to carry a hint of chill, going along the ear canal and straight into the heart, making people tremble all over, as if they felt the coming storm.

Shi Feiyang and Jin Liufu emerged from the water, drenched to the skin. Water droplets trickled down their resolute faces, their tousled hair, and the corners of their clothes. Their bodies shimmered in the sunlight, like sea gods freshly emerged from the sea, bearing an inviolable majesty.

At this moment, Wu Zhong's face was full of anger, his brows were tightly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes were full of anxiety and eagerness.

He hurried over, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock, and reported to Shi Feiyang: "Master, something terrible has happened! Our warship has been completely damaged and shattered, and now it is impossible to sail!"

Shi Feiyang remained calm when he heard this. Although the situation was extremely critical, his calm demeanor made him remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before his eyes.

His eyes revealed a firm belief that no difficulties could shake his determination.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident and determined smile. He calmly replied to Wu Zhong, "It's okay, we'll set up camp on the shore. Don't worry, our close friends will come to support us tomorrow and bring us a boat."

Although the heroes were filled with doubts and uneasiness, they hesitated for a moment under the influence of Shi Feiyang's powerful aura and calm demeanor, and stopped asking questions. They believed that as long as Shi Feiyang was there, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

Afterwards, they followed Shi Feiyang's instructions and led 3,000 disciples to methodically transport important supplies such as money, food, weapons, horses, etc. to the shore. They began to build tents, set up camp, and prepare meals, making careful preparations for the next action.

Soon, wisps of smoke began to rise from the shore. Caressed by the autumn wind, they swayed gently and slowly dissipated, adding a rare breath of life to the tense and depressing atmosphere, but it could not cover up the gloom of the coming storm.

In the dark and deep woods not far away, the news of the deaths of the rattan armor soldiers Wu Chenghui, Wu Zuowei, Wu Xiang and Wu San was being reported by the rattan armor soldiers who had escaped to the Beggar Gang leader Zhong Renwang, Beggar Gang elder Ding Hong, Beggar Gang elder Wu Ce, Divine Sword Villa young master Xie Zhichuan, Huashan Sect leader Tang Zhihan, Flying Eagle Gang leader He Kezhou, Flying Eagle Gang deputy leader Shan Xue, Flying Eagle Gang deputy leader Shan Bing, Golden Spear Society elder Yang Lu and Golden Spear Society elder Yang Guan who were hiding there.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Renwang's face instantly darkened, like the oppressive, suffocating clouds before a storm, layer upon layer, ready to collapse at any moment. His eyes flickered with a blaze of anger, as if ready to burn everything to ashes.

He gritted his teeth, making them chatter, and roared viciously, "How dare this lunatic Shi Feiyang be so arrogant as to kill my Beggars' Sect disciples? If I don't avenge this, how can I, Zhong Renwang, live in this world with dignity!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out like angry little snakes. The cold light in his eyes was like two sharp blades that could pierce a person in an instant.

Upon learning of his beloved disciple's tragic fate, Wu Ce was devastated, as if struck by lightning. The grief and anger within him washed over him like a flood. His face was distorted beyond recognition, his features almost swarmed together, as if possessed by a demon. His appearance instilled fear in the beholder.

The words he squeezed out from between his teeth were filled with endless resentment and hatred, as if they were a curse from the Nine Nether Hell. His voice was low and threatening: "Shi Feiyang, you evil thief, just wait for me! I swear to make you pay for your blood debt with blood and tear you into pieces. Only in this way can I calm the anger in my heart a little!" That voice was full of resentment and hatred, as if it were a curse from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.

Xie Zhichuan stood aside, his face as livid as a piece of cold pig iron. His hatred for Shi Feiyang had already penetrated deep into his bones, and every cell in his body was clamoring with disgust for Shi Feiyang, and that hatred seemed to penetrate the heart.

At this moment, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood slowly dripped through his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

He spoke coldly, his voice filled with endless chill: "Shi Feiyang, you think you are invincible, huh, tonight I will let him know that it is not his turn to be arrogant in this world! I will make him struggle painfully in despair, taste the taste of failure, and make him pay a heavy price for what he has done!" His eyes were full of twisted hatred, as if he wanted to eat Shi Feiyang alive, and the hatred was so strong that it almost solidified the air.

Tang Zhihan followed Zhong Renwang closely like a pug, with a flattering smile on his face. The smile was so hypocritical that it was disgusting. He was trying every means to please Zhong Renwang.

He said flatteringly, "The boss is absolutely right. Shi Feiyang is too arrogant and doesn't take us seriously. This time, we must show him how powerful we are and teach him a lesson. Let him know that this Jianghu is not a place where he can act recklessly!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to flatter Zhong Renwang, and his ugly servile face was fully revealed.

In this deep and dark forest, this group of bad guys with ulterior motives sat together, plotting a night attack on the Xiongying Society.

There was greed and cunning in their eyes, like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for their prey to appear.

There was a cunning and sinister light in Zhong Renwang's eyes, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

His plans are so meticulous and vicious that one can't help but worry about his opponents.

He spoke grimly, "Everyone, we are at the infamous Devil's Shoal in the Yangtze River. The terrain here is complex, winding, and full of hidden mysteries, making it the perfect place to set a trap. Wu Ce, immediately select a team of elite soldiers and prepare a large amount of kerosene. Tonight, while they are fast asleep, we will set their linked boats on fire, completely severing their supply lines. Once they fall into chaos and panic, we will lead our troops and charge forward like hungry wolves, wiping them out in one fell swoop, leaving no one alive!"

When he said "leave no one alive," a gleam of resolute murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his expression grew increasingly ferocious, announcing that a bloody massacre was about to begin. After hearing Zhong Renwang's plan, everyone nodded, a sinister smile on their faces.

That smile looked particularly strange in the dim woods, as if a group of evil spirits from hell were preparing to stir up a bloody storm on earth.

They nodded and clapped their hands in applause. The sound of their clapping echoed in the silent woods like the laughter of a devil, chilling people to the bone. Even the air around them became icy cold because of their evil plan.

Every clap carried an ominous omen, and every cheer seemed to be the death knell for the unfortunate event that was about to happen.

Suddenly, an evil aura filled the woods. This aura seemed to be able to penetrate every inch of land, every tree, and even every wisp of wind, making the entire forest shrouded in a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

Their laughter drifted on the night wind and spread far away, announcing that a bloody massacre was about to begin.

The laughter was full of cruelty and coldness, as if it was the call of the god of death, foreshadowing the end of innocent lives.

At this moment, inside a tent at the Xiongying Society's camp, the servant Shi Xiong was carefully helping Shi Feiyang bathe and change clothes. His movements were gentle, fearing to disturb his master's tranquility, and every detail was meticulously handled.

The tent was filled with warm steam, and Shi Feiyang stood tall and straight, looking calm.

Suddenly, the door of the tent was flung open with a clatter, and Michelle Yim rushed in. Her arrival broke the tranquility of the tent and brought in the noise and tension of the outside world.

Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a little messy. The moment she caught sight of Shi Feiyang, her originally anxious expression instantly turned into panic.

Her cheeks quickly flushed with a bright red, like the sunset glow in the sky. She lowered her head in panic, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and stammered, "I... I have something urgent to report."

Her voice was soft and trembling, like a frightened deer.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned away shyly like a panicked little rabbit, her steps hurried, as if staying for even a second longer would make her feel embarrassed. Her every movement revealed her inner anxiety and tension.

However, the moment she turned around, her eyes inadvertently revealed a deeper desire for Shi Feiyang. Her eyes contained the tenderness and sweetness unique to a girl, just like a beautiful flower blooming in the warm spring sun, with a hint of shyness, but full of vitality and passionate love.

Shi Feiyang was the brightest star in her heart. Her heart was filled with admiration and longing for him, and this emotion surged like a tidal wave, difficult to contain.

At the same time, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen unleashed his "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke" technique. Like a wisp of ethereal smoke, he soared leisurely over the riverbank camp. Moonlight streamed down his figure, making it appear and disappear in the moonlight, like a ghost. His presence blended seamlessly into the night, making it almost unnoticeable.

His movements were light and agile, each fluttering movement silent. The Beggars' Sect disciples were completely unaware of the sharp eyes overhead, closely observing their every move. Xie Wen was like a ghost in the night sky, silently monitoring everything and ensuring the safety of the camp. With a light tap of his toes, Xie Wen, like a willow catkin blown by the wind, darted swiftly between the tents, sometimes circling, sometimes darting. His extraordinary skill was breathtaking, blending into the night, becoming part of the darkness.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the night, like a night elf, wandering on the edge of light and darkness.

The night fell slowly like a huge piece of black silk, covering the entire bank of the Yangtze River.

Zhong Renwang and others began to act according to the plan.

Like ghosts in the night, they moved silently through the shadows along the river, ready to carry out their secret mission.

Wu Ce led a group of ghostly men, like lurking venomous snakes, quietly approaching the warships of the Xiongying Society. Like nocturnal beasts, they held their breath and approached their target step by step, ready to launch a fatal attack.

They held wooden barrels filled with kerosene in their hands and skillfully poured the kerosene on the linked boats.

Wu Ce's eyes were cold, and the fire starter in his hand flickered faintly in the darkness.

He flung the tinder towards the warship, and instantly, with a roar, a huge fire erupted, its light shooting up into the sky like a rising sun, illuminating the entire river. The firelight reflected on their faces, revealing a sense of determination and coldness.

The fire spread rapidly like a ferocious dragon, the warships were set ablaze with crackling sounds, sparks flew everywhere, and heat waves rolled in. The flames were like a raging beast, devouring everything and dyeing the night a fiery red.

When the heroes of the Xiongying Society saw the warship on fire, they understood what was going on and pretended to be panicked.

They scattered like a flock of frightened birds, creating the illusion of chaos.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were determined, and he nodded slightly. Immediately, the other heroes, along with their three thousand disciples, hurried aboard, feigning panic, desperate to put out the fire and escape. Seeing this, the Beggars' Sect disciples, the swordsmen from the Divine Sword Villa, and the Huashan Sect disciples' eyes flashed with greed and excitement, seeing this as an opportunity. Like hungry wolves spotting their prey, they frantically pursued them.

They were like a group of sharks attracted by the smell of blood, chasing relentlessly.

Seeing the opportunity, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen instantly performed the "Firefly Crossing" light skill.

His figure darted between the burning masts at a speed so fast it was dazzling. He passed the gunpowder barrels continuously in his hands, like a nimble firebird, his body encircled by a layer of flames in the light of the fire, yet he could never be burned.

His movements were light and swift, like a meteor across the night sky, leaving behind dazzling trails.

Xie Wen flipped in the air, like a flying swallow skimming the water, and landed lightly on a burning mast. He tapped his toes lightly, took advantage of the momentum and jumped to another mast. The gunpowder barrel in his hand was accurately passed to the designated position. His movements were done in one go, smoothly and effortlessly, fully demonstrating his excellent lightness skills and extraordinary courage.

Every movement of his is full of power and beauty, like a dancer dancing gracefully on the stage.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong used the "Six Harmonies Sutra" internal energy, and the aura around him suddenly became powerful and heavy.

He shouted loudly and used the "Demon Subduing Palm" to fight fiercely with Wu Ce who used the "Poisonous Dragon Skill".

Their palm winds were like a violent storm, and each palm contained enormous power, making the surrounding air buzz.

Wu Zhong's iron palm was fierce and powerful, and every time he struck out, there was a whistling sound, as if it could tear the air apart.

His palm was like steel, and with tremendous force, he attacked Wu Ce swiftly.

With every swing, one could seem to feel the earth shaking. His palm wind was so strong that it was enough to make the surrounding air tremble.

Wu Ce relied on the mysterious "Poison Dragon Skill" and his figure was like a ghost, constantly dodging Wu Zhong's attacks.

A strange dark green light surrounded him, and that light was like a rotten swamp, emitting a disgusting smell.

His movements were light and swift, leaving behind elusive afterimages in the air.

Whenever Wu Zhong's iron palm was about to hit him, he would always cleverly dodge to the side, and then take the opportunity to counterattack, with his palms carrying dark green poisonous gas, attacking Wu Zhong's vital points.

The two men fought back and forth, neither giving in. The air around them became distorted due to their fierce battle, making a buzzing sound.

Every time Wu Zhong slapped his palm, the ground shook slightly, and every time Wu Ce dodged and counterattacked, he left a dark green afterimage.

The surface of the Yangtze River was filled with a tense and intense atmosphere.

Their fierce battle was like a silent storm, sweeping up the surrounding environment and filling the river with tension and anxiety.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," stood on a high place with a focused look on his face, placing the iron flute to his lips.

He played a strange magic flute sound, and the sound of the flute was like an invisible but powerful force, circling and echoing in the air.

The sound of the flute is so penetrating that it seems to strike directly into people's hearts, making people unconsciously attracted to it.

The sound of the flute was sometimes sharp, sometimes low, like a call from hell.

The pirates' previously orderly movements became chaotic under the interference of the flute. Their eyes began to become confused, their steps stumbled, and the clear code communication was completely disrupted, and their coordination became chaotic and disorderly.

Xiang Kun played his iron flute, his eyes determined as he closely watched the pirates' reactions, constantly adjusting the rhythm and pitch of his flute, completely disrupting the enemy's command system. His flute sounded like a baton, guiding the rhythm of the battlefield and putting the enemy completely on the defensive.

"Master Archer" Miao Menlong drew his bow and arrow, his posture steady. His eyes sharp as an eagle, he took firm aim at the Beggars' Gang's carrier pigeon.

The pigeon flapped its wings in the night sky, trying to convey important information, but it didn't know that danger was approaching quietly.

Miao Menlong took a deep breath, and the bowstring was pulled into a full moon shape in his hand.

His eyes were locked on the target like a cheetah, and all the muscles in his body were tense, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

With a "whoosh", the sharp arrow shot out like a meteor, with a sharp whistling sound, and instantly shot down the flying pigeon.

The Beggars' Sect's communications were disrupted, their command system thrown into chaos, and the previously orderly rhythm of their attack was thrown into disarray. The disciples were bewildered, looking around in confusion. Miao Menlong's archery was incredibly accurate, hitting the target with one arrow, demonstrating the extraordinary prowess of a master archer.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhize is confronting Huashan Sect's leader Tang Zhihan.

The plum blossom darts in Shan Zhi's hand flew, their shadows flickering like shooting stars across the night sky. As he attacked, he taunted Tang Zhihan, "Master Tang, remember how you acted like a pathetic puppy back at Chixia Peak in Taihu Lake? Today, see how I'll deal with you!"

Tang Zhihan's face turned pale and red at Shan Zhi's words, and he was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

He was so angry that he waved the sword in his hand, dancing it tightly, as if trying to hide his inner anger and embarrassment.

He shouted loudly: "Stop talking nonsense, I will make you pay tonight!" However, his attack seemed a little flustered. Under Shan Zhi's flexible and changeable plum blossom dart attack, he gradually couldn't withstand it and could only keep retreating, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Shi Feiyang stood at the bow, watching the fire grow increasingly fierce, like a roaring beast, completely blocking the way ahead.

Thick smoke billowed in the air and heat waves hit him in the face, but his eyes were firm and he showed no fear.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the aura around him suddenly changed. A powerful aura instantly enveloped the surroundings.

Then, he unleashed the "Water-Splitting Blade Technique", and the Sky Frost Blade in his hand seemed like a living thing, with flashing blade light, cold light overflowing, and blade energy crisscrossing, as if countless invisible sharp blades were flying through the air.

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly and swung the Sky Frost Blade towards the wall of fire with all his strength. The force was overwhelming, and wherever the blade went, the air was torn apart, making a buzzing sound.

In an instant, the sword energy raised huge waves several feet high, and the river water was split open, forming a wide temporary waterway. The river water on both sides of the waterway was like two galloping dragons, surging and roaring.

At this moment, strange ripples suddenly appeared underwater, and Japanese pirate ninjas suddenly attacked from underwater.

They were dressed in black tights and held sharp short blades, like a group of ghosts lurking in the darkness.

However, they never expected that among the 3,000 disciples of the Xiongying Society, there was an elite Qi family army hidden.

The beautiful girl from the "Miao Dao Sect", Michelle Yim, stood heroically at the bow. She was dressed in a fiery red military uniform, like a rose blooming in the flames of war, bright and beautiful, yet with an awe-inspiring heroic spirit.

Her hair fluttered freely in the wind, and her eyes were firm and bright, revealing an innate courage and wisdom.

At this moment, Maggie Cheung was in command, waving the flag in her hand and shouting loudly: "Start the 'Fire Dragon Out of Water' device!" In an instant, the "Fire Dragon Out of Water" device of the Qi family army sprayed out a blazing poisonous fire. The poisonous fire was green in color, like a ferocious fire snake, with a pungent smell, and pounced on the Japanese pirates and ninjas with the force of thunder.

Wherever the poisonous fire reached, the Japanese pirates let out miserable screams. Their bodies were instantly devoured by the poisonous fire, their skin was burned black, their muscles were twisted and deformed, and they struggled painfully in the water. Strange dark green ripples appeared on the water surface, which were the traces of the fusion of the poisonous fire and the river water.

As a descendant of a famous general who fought against the Japanese invaders, Maggie Cheung's outstanding military talents were fully demonstrated at this moment.

Not only did she closely watch every movement on the battlefield, but she also commanded her subordinates in an orderly manner, constantly adjusting the strategy and direction of the attack, successfully disrupting the enemy's offensive plan and plunging the enemy into chaos.

Jin Liufu, the "water dragon", moves like a nimble dragon and swims in the water with ease.

He led the Jiangnan disciples of the Xiongying Society who were good at swimming and launched a thrilling water battle with the Japanese pirates under the water of the Yangtze River.

The fierce battle took place underwater and was thrilling, with both sides demonstrating extremely high combat skills.

Jin Liufu has a nimble figure, holding a pair of water-dividing spears that gleam with cold light in his hands, and moves freely in the water like a fish swimming in the water.

His eyes are extremely sharp, and once he locks on a target, he attacks quickly and powerfully.

In a swift attack, the water-dividing spear in his hand pierced through the chest of a Japanese pirate ninja like lightning. Blood quickly spread in the water, dyeing the surrounding water red. In the last moments of his life, the Japanese pirate ninja's eyes widened, his face filled with fear and despair, and then his body slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

The disciples of the Xiongying Society harbored a deep hatred for the Japanese pirates. They swam nimbly through the water, brandishing their weapons and mercilessly slaughtering their enemies. Some disciples slashed at the pirates' necks with sharp long swords, others chopped off their heads with heavy short axes, and still others trapped the pirates in fishing nets and hacked them to death. The scene was bloody and brutal.

The river was dyed red with blood, forming a bloody expanse of water. Ripples appeared on the surface from time to time, which were traces of the bloody battle and witnessed this cruel battle. Every drop of blood, every ripple, told the story of the fierceness and cruelty of the battle.

After Shi Feiyang cut out the waterway, he jumped into the water without any hesitation.

He activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - "Taishangwangqing". In an instant, his whole body was filled with coldness, the river water cooled down rapidly, and the water temperature around him dropped sharply, as if even time had frozen.

As his power rapidly increased, a thick layer of ice spread out from him, freezing the surrounding Japanese pirates within. The Japanese pirates struggled in fear within the ice, but were unable to escape; they were frozen beneath the frigid river water.

Shi Feiyang held the Sky Frost Blade in his hand, his body as fast as lightning, shuttling through the ice layers and performing the Hundred Victories Sword Technique.

Each swing of his sword carried a sharp chill and astonishing speed. In a flash of the blade, the ice was split and the Japanese pirates were killed. His swordsmanship was like a dance, graceful and deadly, and every swing took a life.

The blood spread across the ice, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Shi Feiyang's figure was looming in the ice, like the god of death from hell, reaping the lives of his enemies. He displayed the extreme chill of Mingyu Gong and the sharpness of Baisheng Sword Technique to the fullest, which was chilling.

On the banks of the Yangtze River on this autumn night, conspiracy and fighting are intertwined, and a life-and-death battle is unfolding fiercely.

With their courage and wisdom, the members of the Xiongying Society fought a desperate battle with the enemy.

They were not afraid of powerful enemies and vowed to defend their homeland to the death, demonstrating their indomitable spirit and will.

(End of this chapter)