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

Chapter 161: In the Mist of Witchcraft: Shi Feiyang Saves the Beauty
On the river, the blazing warships resembled moving volcanoes, their flames soaring into the sky, illuminating the entire surface as bright as day. The interweaving of blood and fire created a scene of utter tragedy and shock.

The river water was completely dyed red with blood, and under the reflection of the blazing fire, it exuded a creepy and heart-pounding atmosphere.

Broken wooden boards, weapon fragments and the corpses of Japanese pirates floated on the surface of the river, rising and falling with the waves of the river, telling the cruelty of this bloody battle.

Zhong Renwang watched helplessly as Tang Zhihan was in danger and his life was hanging by a thread under the fierce attack of "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi.

His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

The muscles on his face were twisted and deformed due to extreme anger, making him look hideous and ferocious.

Then, a deafening roar came from his mouth, echoing across the entire river: "Hmph, Shan Zhi, stop being so arrogant!"

With that, he shot out like a ghost, unleashing his legendary "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Instantly, his palms danced with such force, the wind whistling like two giant dragons with bared fangs and claws, circling and dancing over the river, stirring up the waves.

Each of his palm shadows was wrapped in a majestic momentum that could overwhelm mountains and destroy the world, and swept towards the "Plum Blossom Dart" shot by Shan Zhi.

"Bang, bang, bang", a series of deafening noises came one after another. The plum blossom darts shot by Shan Zhi were violently hit by Zhong Renwang's powerful palm power, and they were like kites with broken strings, scattered on the surface of the river.

Zhong Renwang seized the opportunity, rushed forward, grabbed Tang Zhihan and ran away.

At this time, Tang Zhihan's hair was as messy as weeds, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in blood from many cuts and swords.

His steps seemed heavy and difficult, pain and fatigue intertwined on his face, revealing an indescribable pain.

Tang Zhihan's eyes were filled with resentment and anger, and that anger was like a burning flame that almost swallowed him up.

While fleeing, Zhong Renwang cursed with gritted teeth: "Shi Feiyang, you Xiongying Association will wait for me. I, Zhong Renwang, will not be a human being if I don't avenge this!" His voice trembled with anger, with a hint of despair and madness, which was a manifestation of the complete collapse of his inner defenses after repeated failures.

His oath echoed in the night wind, like the cry of a night owl, full of tragedy and helplessness.

Tang Zhihan was in a state of disarray, his face pale as a sheet, a trace of blood dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he stumbled, relying solely on Zhong Renwang to pull him forward. His body seemed to have reached its limit, each breath akin to a fight against death, each heartbeat a testament to his perseverance and unyielding spirit.

His eyes were filled with fear and regret, his former arrogance and pride had long since vanished without a trace. His eyes now only held a longing for life and a loss of the future, like a child lost in darkness, unable to find his way home.

Xie Zhichuan hid in the darkness, like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, quietly watching Zhong Renwang and Tang Zhihan flee in a panic.

There was a cunning glint in his eyes, as if he was appreciating a carefully planned drama, and he was the big shopkeeper who controlled the overall situation. He thought to himself: It's worth spending some money and food, and the one who died was a disciple of the Beggar Gang, hehe!

Xie Zhichuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold, eerie smile. He chuckled a few times, thinking to himself, "Zhong Renwang, you old beast! You spend so much of our Divine Sword Villa's money every day, only to do such sneaky, shady things. Humph, when most of your Beggars' Sect disciples have been killed, I, Young Master, will settle the score with you!"

His plan gradually took shape in his mind, like an intricate net, waiting for its prey to fall into it.

There was a malicious and calculating gleam in his eyes, and his dissatisfaction and resentment towards Zhong Renwang kept surging in his heart like a surging tide.

The rage in his heart was like a sign before a volcanic eruption, ready to burst out at any time and turn all enemies that stood in his way into ashes.

After an extremely fierce and thrilling fight, the smoke finally dissipated and the curtain of the fierce battle slowly fell.

In a fierce clash between Wu Ce, the elder of the Beggars' Sect and master of the "Poison Dragon Kung Fu," and Wu Zhong, the "Iron Palm," Wu Ce was struck hard by Wu Zhong's unparalleled "Demon Subduing Palm." Blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, and his body teetered, like a leaf drifting in a gust of wind, poised to fall.

However, his strong desire to survive forced him to endure the excruciating pain and escape desperately.

As he fled, he covered the wound with his hand, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the surface of the river, creating rose-red blood flowers that quickly spread across the surface of the river.

In this bloody battle, the Xiongying Society achieved a brilliant victory, not only beheading countless Beggar Gang disciples, but also inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese pirates. After this fierce battle of blood and fire, they finally reached the riverbank, and everyone's face was filled with the joy of victory.

They cheered excitedly and hugged each other. Their shouts and cheers mingled and echoed for a long time on the riverbank. Shi Feiyang stood among them, watching the scene before him, his heart filled with joy, his eyes revealing his admiration and affirmation for everyone.

He walked steadily to Qi Meizhen's side, with undisguised admiration in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, and said to Qi Meizhen: "Meizhen, in this bloody battle, you have demonstrated extraordinary wisdom and courage. Your command was so steady and orderly. You are worthy of being the descendant of a famous general who fought against the Japanese invaders."

When Qi Meizhen heard Shi Feiyang's praise, her cheeks instantly flushed, and the blush was as gorgeous as the sunset in the sky, delicate and moving. Her eyes sparkled with joy, just like the flowers blooming in spring, dazzling and brilliant.

She lowered her head slightly, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes, and said softly, "To receive praise from the chief leader is the most precious honor in Meizhen's life. It is also thanks to everyone's concerted efforts and close cooperation that Meizhen was able to command smoothly and achieve victory."

Shi Feiyang felt even more relieved when he heard Qi Meizhen's answer. He nodded in agreement.

He knew very well that this victory belonged to all of them.

It was the brothers who used their wisdom and courage to jointly compose a hymn of victory.

Shi Feiyang looked around again, and at the brothers and sisters of the Xiongying Society whose faces were filled with joy, his heart was filled with pride and honor.

A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He reached out and gently stroked Michelle Yim's hair, then turned and left.

Qi Meizhen looked at Shi Feiyang's departing back, her eyes full of attachment and love, and she thought to herself: I will remember the chief leader's praise for the rest of my life, and I am willing to give everything for him.

In the cover of the night, the camp seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious black veil. Everything was silent around, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing gently through the tent, making a slight rustling sound, like the whisper of the night.

Maggie Cheung lay in her tent, the darkness around her seeming to wrap her tightly, forming an invisible bondage. Her eyes stared at the tent ceiling, eyes filled with confusion and longing, her thoughts already drifting far away, drifting to the person who haunted her dreams.

In her mind, Shi Feiyang's fearless figure on the battlefield kept resurfacing. He stood tall as a pine tree, moving effortlessly amidst the glare of swords, his resolute gaze seemingly piercing through all odds. That image etched itself deeply into her heart, an indelible mark etched deep within her soul. Although Shi Feiyang's tent was only a stone's throw away, the distance between them felt like a thousand miles, a distance she felt insurmountable. She yearned to be constantly in Shi Feiyang's arms, to feel his warmth and strength, to hear his steady heartbeat.

She sighed softly, and the sigh seemed particularly long in the silent night, as if it could penetrate the silence of the night and reach the ears of the person she missed. She slowly raised her hand and stroked her cheek, as if she could still catch the lingering warmth of Shi Feiyang's gentle gaze when he praised her.

She prayed silently in her heart, like a devout believer, hoping that God would give her more opportunities to accompany Shi Feiyang, fight side by side with him, and face the unknown challenges of the future together. No matter what the wind and rain are, they will never leave each other and go through every difficulty together.

The next morning, the clear sky was cloudless, like a huge gem so blue that it was almost transparent. The sunlight poured down unhindered, covering the earth with a golden coat.

The golden sunlight, like countless tiny grains of golden sand, falls on the vast expanse of the river, shimmering and glittering with dazzling light. The Yangtze River, like a giant, surging dragon, surges and surges, showcasing the grandeur and majesty of nature.

The huge waves rise and fall one after another, crashing into each other with a deafening roar, announcing its majestic momentum to the world. It is like a war song of nature, stirring people's hearts and inspiring awe.

Shi Feiyang stood upright on the shore, his posture as tall and straight as a pine tree, his bearing imposing, exuding an innate leadership aura.

He looked around calmly, then slowly reached for the deerskin bag at his waist that was imperceptible to ordinary people.

He just made a light pull, and in an instant, a huge ship appeared in front of everyone like a star born from the void.

This large ship has an exquisite shape and smooth and elegant hull lines, just like a giant dragon about to take off, ready to take off.

A lifelike mythical beast is carved on the bow. The beast has wide-open eyes and looks majestic. It is always vigilantly guarding the warship and resisting all invading enemies.

The sails are hoisted high, majestic and powerful. Under the sunlight, they sparkle with golden light, carrying the hope and strength of everyone, and are about to set sail on an unknown journey.

Shi Feiyang turned around, his eyes as sharp as torches, slowly sweeping over the heroes and disciples of the Xiongying Society around him, his eyes full of determination and trust.

Then, he waved his hand vigorously and shouted in a loud and firm voice: "Let's go!"

The sound resounded all around like a huge bell, carrying an irresistible power.

Everyone responded in unison, their voices were uniform and loud, like a surging tide, causing ripples on the surface of the river.

Afterwards, everyone boarded the new boat in an orderly manner. With the oars rowed, the big ship slowly left the shore, floated on the turbulent river, and set sail towards the distance. A long white water mark was left at the stern, like a flowing ribbon.

Shi Feiyang quietly took out the little sister Xiao Yuyan he had picked up from the deerskin bag on his waist that was invisible to mortals.

At this time, Xiao Yuyan was already two years old and was becoming more and more lovely.

She had two small braids, her pink face was like a ripe apple, and her big eyes were watery and full of curiosity.

She could already speak. In Shi Feiyang's warm arms, she looked around curiously, making "babbling" sounds from time to time.

Maggie Cheung was looking for Shi Feiyang everywhere on the boat. She walked briskly and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Finally, on the top deck, she saw Shi Feiyang.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sweet smile. Seeing Xiao Yuyan, her eyes became even softer, and she reached out to hug Xiao Yuyan affectionately, saying gently: "Xiao Yuyan, come, let sister hug you."

Xiao Yuyan opened her big, innocent eyes and said crisply, "Sister!" Maggie Cheung giggled, her laughter as clear and sweet as a silver bell. She leaned over slightly and whispered in Xiao Yuyan's ear, "You have to call me mother."

Xiao Yuyan blinked her eyes in ignorance, and because she was young and ignorant, she casually shouted, "Mom!" Maggie Cheung's face was immediately filled with sweet smiles, and that smile seemed to be able to dispel all the haze in the world. Her face became more and more charming and beautiful.

Maggie Cheung also asked Xiao Yuyan to call Shi Feiyang "Dad".

Xiao Yuyan obediently followed his instructions. She waved her chubby little hands, beckoning to Shi Feiyang who was not far away, and called out in a baby voice, "Daddy!"

The tender child's voice echoed on the deck, like the sound of nature. Maggie Cheung's heart pounded as she heard it. Her heartbeat quickened, and her cheeks flushed slightly. Her heart was filled with excitement, her eyes filled with anticipation, as if at this moment, her dream was about to come true.

How she hoped that one day she could really build a happy family with Shi Feiyang, and Xiao Yuyan would be the fruit of their love.

On the deck, Maggie Cheung and Xiao Yuyan were chasing and playing.

Xiao Yuyan ran with unsteady steps, stumbling and laughing happily.

Maggie Cheung followed carefully beside her, sometimes reaching out to support Xiao Yuyan who was about to fall, and sometimes laughing with her.

Her eyes always followed Xiao Yuyan, and occasionally looked at Shi Feiyang. Her eyes were full of deep love and longing for the future.

On the bank of the Yangtze River, thick fog spread like an impenetrable haze, enveloping everything around it, making the world hazy and gloomy.

The fog flows slowly in the air, bringing with it a hint of chill and dampness, like a sticky spider web tightly entangling the world.

In this foggy place, a low wooden shed was built crookedly in the corner, and it was about to fall down.

The wooden boards of the wooden shed exuded a rotten smell, and dark green moss grew in the gaps, making it look even more eerie in the humid environment.

The thatch on the roof was in disarray and had collapsed in several places. From time to time, drops of water fell from the cracks, dripping onto the ground, splashing small drops of water and adding a damp and gloomy atmosphere.

Zhong Renwang exuded a repressed aura, like a demon crawling out of hell, lying in front of the small wooden shed.

His eyes were bloodshot, like two pieces of red charcoal burning with hatred. He stared at the receding backs of Shi Feiyang and others, and his gaze seemed to burn two holes in the air.

His body trembled slightly, his hands were clenched into fists, his joints turned white from excessive force, his nails dug deep into his palms, and bright red blood slowly seeped out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the damp soil, but he was completely unaware.

The hatred in his heart was like a surging tide, wave after wave, constantly surging and almost swallowing him whole.

Shrouded in this thick fog, his figure appeared increasingly darker, blending with the fog and becoming part of the darkness.

A moment later, Tang Zhihan, Ding Hong, and Xie Zhichuan hurried over through the mist, their figures looming in the mist like ghosts. They came to Zhong Renwang and formed a circle, each with a gloomy look on their face.

Zhong Renwang snorted coldly, his voice as if it came from the Netherworld, filled with endless chill and anger. "Hmph, Shi Feiyang, don't get too complacent. I can't swallow this! I, Zhong Renwang, am considered a top figure in the martial arts world, yet I've been repeatedly defeated by Shi Feiyang. If I don't avenge this, how can I still maintain my status in the martial arts world?"

His voice trembled slightly with anger and his teeth chattered.

Tang Zhihan's face was gloomy, his eyes flashing with resentment. He echoed, "That's right, Gang Leader. We were careless again this time, allowing Shi Feiyang to escape easily and killing many of our brothers. But how can we swallow this? He must pay a heavy price!"

As he spoke, he shook his fist vigorously, as if to vent all his hatred.

Ding Hong stroked his tangled beard, a sinister glint in his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "Boss, Shi Feiyang is a skilled warrior with a loyal group of followers. He's truly formidable. We must devise a comprehensive plan to make them pay a heavy price for their actions today. Our previous failures were due to our inadequate planning, and we must not make the same mistake this time."

There was a fierceness in his eyes, as if he was plotting a deadly conspiracy.

Xie Zhichuan sneered, and the laughter sounded particularly sinister in the fog. A vicious light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "I think we have to set many traps for them in Bozhou. Doesn't Shi Feiyang rely on his martial arts skills and wide connections? Let's remove the helpers around him one by one and leave him isolated and helpless. The people we sent before were either seen through by him or beaten to a pulp. This time we must let him taste our power!" The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

Zhong Renwang nodded slightly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he said: "That's right, let's contact the underworld gangs in Bozhou, give them generous benefits, and let them take action together. Set up an ambush on the road they must pass, and catch them off guard. Humph, Shi Feiyang, this time I will make sure you never come back!" As he spoke, he drew a line on the ground with his hand, as if he wanted to carve Shi Feiyang's name on the ground and then crush it.

Tang Zhihan continued, "We can set up an ambush in a dangerous place, and when they enter the encirclement, we can catch them in the trap. Last time on the Yangtze River, our plan was ruined by him, and this time we must succeed!" His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he had already seen the miserable situation of Shi Feiyang and others trapped in the encirclement.

Ding Hong added, "We'll also place some hidden weapons along the way to catch them off guard. Isn't Shi Feiyang very agile? We'll use these hidden weapons to restrict his movements, making it impossible for him to escape!"

As he spoke, he gestured to the placement of hidden weapons, a sinister smile on his face.

Zhong Renwang gritted his teeth and said, "This time, I will make sure Shi Feiyang never returns! He's ruined my plans time and time again, leaving me humiliated. I want him to know the consequences of offending me, Zhong Renwang!"

Everyone looked at each other, with sinister smiles on their faces. The smiles looked particularly hideous against the backdrop of the fog.

In this thick fog, a new conspiracy, like the low, oppressive, and poised dark clouds before a storm, is quietly brewing, about to set off a bloody storm.

Miao territory in mid-autumn is like a beautiful painting carefully carved by nature, filled with a mysterious atmosphere everywhere.

The azure sky is as clear as a deep and distant gem, and the white clouds float leisurely, just like fluffy and soft marshmallows, which contrasts with the overlapping and undulating mountains in the distance, creating a harmonious and magnificent scene.

The sun shines softly, covering the Miao land with a dreamy golden veil. The breeze blows slowly, carrying the fresh and rich fragrance of grass and trees in the mountains and forests, which is intoxicating.

However, beneath this picturesque scenery, a tense and mysterious atmosphere quietly permeates, foreshadowing the many challenges that are about to come.

After Shi Feiyang led his troops into Miao territory.

Disciples from the Miaojiang branch of the Xiongying Society hurriedly brought urgent news: the Miaojiang girl Baizhi had used witchcraft to trap the imperial vanguard.

Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn, knowing the thorny nature of the situation. After a brief moment's deliberation, he decisively ordered "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong to lead a large force to set up camp in a secluded mountain forest to prevent any unforeseen events. He, accompanied by "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, Qi Meizhen, and his servant Shi Xiong, resolutely set out into the heart of Miao territory to uncover the truth.

They walked along a winding mountain road, flanked by dense, deep jungle. Tall trees blocked out the sun, their branches intertwined, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, which rustled under their feet, as if whispering the story of the passing years.

The air was filled with a damp smell, mixed with the faint scent of rotting leaves. Occasionally, the chirping of unknown insects broke the silence of the forest, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.

As we moved forward, a thick fog suddenly appeared ahead, covering everything like a white curtain, blurring our vision.

As a time traveler, Shi Feiyang naturally knew that this was poisonous miasma, and the dragon pagoda on the ring on his left middle finger also emitted golden light.

However, Shi Feiyang remained calm. He wasn't afraid of poison, not even a single one. But he was surrounded by Qi Meizhen, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly changed. A blazing sword intent surged out, sweeping towards the poisonous miasma like an invisible blade, and it quickly dissipated.

Continuing deeper, they came to a valley. The cliffs on either side towered, as if cleaved by a giant axe. Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from overhead, and a swarm of giant bat-like flying insects swooped down. The insects were enormous, their wings flashing with strange light, and their mouths made a terrifying chirping sound.

Shi Feiyang quickly drew his sword, the blade flashing, and the sharp wind of the blade cut down the flying insects one after another. Qi Meizhen pretended to scream in panic, snuggling tightly in Shi Feiyang's arms, her eyes hiding sweetness, and her scream seemed to carry the sweetness of candy.

While protecting everyone, Shi Feiyang comforted them softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Qi Meizhen nodded slightly and buried her head deeper.

Xie Wen unleashed his "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke" technique, flying to Shi Xiong like a wisp of smoke. He picked him up and deftly weaved through the swarm of flying insects, dodging their attacks. After shaking off the insects, he moved forward for a short while before the ground ahead collapsed, revealing a massive crater.

A green mist filled the bottom of the pit, emitting a pungent odor, clearly a poisonous miasma. Shi Feiyang squatted down to observe carefully.

At this time, several giant lizards covered with green scales crawled out of the pit.

The monitor lizard is huge, more than two people tall, with a long tongue coming out of its mouth and a fierce look in its eyes.

Shi Feiyang stood up and walked towards the giant lizard with a knife in hand.

The giant lizard pounced on him with its fangs and claws bared. Shi Feiyang dodged flexibly and swung his knife at its head. The two sides were in a stalemate.

Maggie Cheung watched nervously, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes full of worry. A monitor lizard took advantage of Shi Feiyang's fight with another and pounced on Maggie Cheung. Maggie Cheung screamed and retreated, but Shi Feiyang was quick and chopped the monitor lizard down with one knife.

Qi Meizhen snuggled in Shi Feiyang's arms again, tears in her eyes: "I'm so scared."

Shi Feiyang patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay, everything is over."

Xie Wen always stayed by Shi Xiong's side, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

Then they passed a seemingly peaceful swamp.

As soon as Maggie Cheung took a step forward, she felt her feet go soft and her whole body sank rapidly.

She screamed in terror, her voice still sweet: "Fei Yang, save me!"

Shi Feiyang reacted quickly, immediately reaching out to grab Qi Meizhen and pulling her back with force.

Xie Wen displayed his excellent lightness skills and instantly flew to the edge of the swamp. He handed the whip in his hand to Shi Feiyang and helped him pull Qi Meizhen up.

Maggie Cheung was still frightened and hugged Shi Feiyang tightly, feeling his strong heartbeat, her face filled with happiness.

Shi Xiong, watching from the side, also breathed a sigh of relief. Xie Wen touched Shi Xiong's head and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

They walked to a narrow mountain wall passage, and suddenly flames burst out from both sides of the passage.

Shi Feiyang immediately protected Qi Meizhen behind him and used the "Burning Wood Sword Intention" to try to resist the flames.

At this moment, several monkeys with flames burning all over their bodies suddenly jumped out of the passage. They let out shrill roars and pounced on the crowd with their fangs and claws bared.

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed, and he swung the Sky Frost Blade in his hand tightly, with the blade flashing, and started a fierce fight with the monkey.

Every time the sword was swung, it brought up a wave of hot air, which intertwined with the flames.

Xie Wenzhe picked up Shi Xiong and, relying on the mysterious "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill", quickly shuttled through the gaps between the flames, looking for a way to pass through.

At the same time, he took the time to pull out a piccolo from his waist and played a strange tune.

The sound of the flute was like an invisible force, interfering with the monkeys' movements and disrupting their attack rhythm.

This is the magical flute sound he learned from the "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun.

Several monkeys were affected by the sound of the flute, and their originally swift attacks became slow. Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to swing his sword and repel them one by one.

Maggie Cheung hid in Shi Feiyang's arms, feeling the scorching heat coming from his body. Although she was in danger, she felt extremely safe.

She whispered, "Master, as long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything."

Shi Feiyang looked at her with a firm look in his eyes: "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

During the fierce fight, Shi Feiyang found the right moment and performed a move called "Flame Dragon Break". A blazing sword energy surged out from his sword, like a roaring fire dragon, rushing towards the group of monkeys.

The monkeys were hit by the powerful sword energy and fell to the ground, and the flames were extinguished.

Shi Feiyang and others successfully passed through the passage and continued their adventure into the Miao region, which was full of unknowns.

After successfully passing through the terrifying poisonous miasma area, the view in front of them suddenly opened up and a vast open area came into view.

The surrounding mountains, rolling and towering into the clouds, resemble towering barriers, tightly encircling the area and forming a huge natural basin. The basin's edge is covered with jagged rocks of various shapes.

Some are like ferocious animal heads, and some are like giant pillars supporting the sky. Under the sunlight, they cast strange shadows.

In the center of the basin, a Miao girl who looked like a fairy from heaven was standing quietly. She was Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi's appearance is absolutely beautiful, her skin is as white as snow and delicate as if it could be blown away, emitting a soft luster like mutton-fat jade.

Her eyes are like a clear lake, sparkling, lively and bright, sparkling with brilliance as she looks around.

Her nose is high and straight, her lips are as red and delicate as cherries, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth carry a hint of innate stubbornness, which adds a unique charm to her.

Her long, lustrous black hair cascaded down her back like a black waterfall, smooth and flowing gently in the breeze. Her hair was meticulously adorned with exquisite Miao silver ornaments, including tiny bells and uniquely shaped butterflies. With every subtle movement she made, the silver ornaments clashed, creating a crisp and melodious sound, like a beautiful movement.

She was wearing a colorful Miao costume, like a flowing painting.

The top is embroidered with lifelike patterns of flowers and birds. Every stitch and every thread is the result of the embroiderer's painstaking efforts. It is extremely delicate, and the flowers and birds seem to be given life and are about to come out.

She was wearing a pleated skirt with a wide hem that fluttered gently in the wind, like a beautiful flower blooming in the wind, graceful and charming.

A wide belt was tied around her waist, inlaid with sparkling gems. The rubies were like burning flames and the sapphires were like the deep ocean, shining brightly under the sunlight.

She wore several silver bracelets on her arms, each carved with delicate patterns, and a delicate silver chain on her wrist. The pendant was a small silver Miao totem. When she walked, the silver light flickered, complementing her clothes.

In Bai Zhi's hand, she held a very strange weapon: a three-foot-long silver staff. The staff radiated a cold sheen and was engraved with mysterious runes and strange patterns.

Each end of the silver staff was inlaid with a shimmering gemstone. The gemstone was a dark green, deep and mysterious, as if it could devour a person's soul. Surrounding the gemstone was a circle of sharp silver spikes. The silver spikes were extremely sharp, flashing a cold and deadly light in the sunlight, making people afraid.

At this moment, without any warning, a melodious song suddenly rang out from all around. The song was like the sound of nature, ethereal and beautiful, coming from all directions, as if the entire world was harmonizing with it.

The singing is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like the whistling wind on the top of a mountain; sometimes low and melodious, like the gurgling stream in a deep valley.

Maggie Cheung couldn't help but whisper, "Could this be the legendary song of the Dong people?" Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression solemn, his eyes revealing vigilance, knowing that behind this beautiful song, there might be an unpredictable and huge crisis hidden.

Bai Zhi just stood there quietly, looking at them coldly, like an ice-cold statue.

There was no fear in her eyes, only determination and resolve, as if she was waiting for a fierce battle to break out.

This fierce battle is definitely inevitable, and everyone is ready to fight.

Maggie Cheung wanted to test Bai Zhi's martial arts skills, so she said to Shi Feiyang without hesitation: "Chief, I'll go first." After that, she displayed the exquisite swordsmanship of the "Miao Dao Sect" and pounced on Bai Zhi.

In an instant, the Miao Dao in her hand flashed with cold light, and the blade shone like a dancing silver snake, and a sharp blade wind whistled up.

She was agile and her steps were as smooth as flowing water. She performed a move called "Miaoling Feihong". The Miao knife, with the momentum of a rainbow, pierced Baizhi's throat.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi was calm and composed. She quickly swung the silver staff with silver spikes in her hand. The shadows of the staff were dense and impenetrable, just like the tail of a dragon, and rushed towards Qi Meizhen's Miao Dao. There was a loud "clang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

The Miao Dao and the silver stick collided with each other, and the powerful impact caused both of them to take several steps back.

In terms of martial arts alone, Bai Zhi is indeed slightly inferior to Michelle Yim.

During the confrontation, Michelle Yim's offensive became more and more fierce, and she used moves such as "Miao Dao Whirlwind Slash" and "Cui Yu Dao Hua" one after another, forcing Bai Zhi to retreat step by step.

However, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Bai Zhi's lips. She muttered something and quickly formed seals with her hands.

In an instant, a strong, disgusting and strange smell spread.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered by a layer of dark green haze.

The air was filled with a foul smell, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

Suddenly, the ground around her cracked open, and countless black vines emerged from the ground. The surface of these vines was covered with mucus, and they flashed with a strange luster in the dim light. The sharp barbs on the vines were like the fangs of a devil, and they quickly wrapped around Maggie Cheung.

At the same time, green smoke appeared in the air, and a hideous ghost face emerged from the smoke. The ghost face opened its bloody mouth and made a creepy growl, as if it wanted to devour Qi Meizhen's soul.

This is Baizhi's witchcraft. Spiritual power overflows, various colors intertwine and flash, the green smoke is as dark as ghost fire, and the black vines emit black light, as if it is a curse from hell.

Xie Wen hurriedly hugged Xiao Shixiong and flew up, using the mysterious and outstanding "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke Skill" to avoid the entanglement and swallowing of the witchcraft.

Maggie Cheung was immediately in trouble. She wielded her Miao Dao, trying to cut through the vines, but found them incredibly tough. The knife only sent sparks flying, unable to injure them at all. The green mist continued to encroach on her, making her feel dizzy and her body gradually grew heavy, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

(End of this chapter)