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

Chapter 166: The lone hero Shi Feiyang: destroying the Blood Demon Gang, bravely breaking through Feihu Pass, and saving 166 Ming troops

In the lair of the "Blood Evil Gang", a group of famous leaders in the underworld were sitting together.

Zhong Renwang, Tonggu Weng, Feisuo Jiang, "Blood Demon" Tu Zhongtian, "Ghost-faced Rakshasa" Liu Sanniang, "Death Judge" Zhao Dun and Xie Zhichuan were chatting enthusiastically and discussing the next action plan.

At this moment, a small minion rushed into the gathering hall in a panic, shouting breathlessly: "Oh no, Shi... Shi Feiyang is here! And he came alone!" When the news came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

Their expressions immediately froze, and the teacup in Zhong Renwang's hand fell to the ground with a clang because he was so surprised, breaking into pieces.

Ding Hong's face turned as white as paper, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

They never imagined that Shi Feiyang was so brave as to break into this dangerous hideout alone, and it had only been a day since the last incident.

Shi Feiyang strode into the lair of the "Blood Evil Gang" with his head held high.

He was as big as a mountain, and he exuded a domineering aura that inspired awe.

His eyes were like burning flames, sweeping across everyone present, full of contempt and disdain.

Although the members of the "Blood Evil Gang" were extremely nervous, they still held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that Shi Feiyang was asking for trouble.

So they swarmed around him, intending to trap him and make him unable to move.

The atmosphere in the Juyi Hall suddenly became extremely tense, and even the air froze.

Zhong Renwang exchanged glances with the other leaders.

They knew that Shi Feiyang's appearance was no accident.

The villains of the "Blood Evil Gang" drew their weapons and prepared for a possible bloody battle.

They knew that Shi Feiyang was a martial arts expert and was no ordinary person.

But in this territory belonging to the "Blood Evil Gang", they believe they can control the situation.

Shi Feiyang seemed unconcerned. He continued to take firm steps, each step appearing to be so calm and unhurried.

It was as if he was the master here.

His gaze remained firm, without a trace of wavering, telling everyone that he came here with unshakable determination.

Shi Feiyang pushed the door open. He stood at the door, looked around, and then said in a voice that could almost penetrate people's hearts: "I'm not here to provoke a dispute, but to resolve a misunderstanding."

Shi Feiyang glanced at the group of people in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

Without saying a word, he decisively activated the eighth level of Mingyu Gong - "Supreme Forgetfulness".

In an instant, a chill that penetrated deep into his bones erupted from his body, like a raging snowstorm in winter. In an instant, it covered the entire headquarters, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

A thick layer of frost quickly covered the ground, and even the breath exhaled by the people around condensed into white ice mist.

The fallen leaves on the ground turned into an ice field in an instant under the invasion of the cold air. Shi Feiyang's hands began to dance rapidly, his fingers like plucking strings, and streams of cold air shot towards the enemy's acupoints like sharp arrows.

Tonggu Weng was the first to be hit. He was about to use the Broken Jade Xiao skill, but was suddenly hit by the cold air on his acupoints. He felt that the power in his body was flowing out everywhere like a flood that broke through a dam. His power was greatly reduced, and the bronze drum in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

The surrounding trees seemed to be affected by the cold as well. The branches were covered with icicles, which sparkled brightly in the dim light.

Occasionally, water droplets from the ice edges drip onto the ice field, making a crisp and lonely sound.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang performed another move from the "Tathagata Palm" called "Auspicious Light Appears".

He roared and slammed his right hand violently. The wind from his palm whistled like an invisible sharp blade, cutting through the silent air.

A layer of golden light appeared around his palms, and auspicious signs could be vaguely seen in the light.

This palm strike was delivered with great domineering power. It looked like a palm, but in fact it was more powerful than any sharp sword.

This palm, with overwhelming force, rushed straight towards Xie Zhichuan.

Xie Zhichuan was so frightened by this momentum that his soul flew away. He wanted to hide but found himself tied up as if by magic and could not move at all.

He could only watch the golden palm wind getting closer and closer.

There was a loud "bang" and Xie Zhichuan was hit by the palm like a kite with a broken string, and he crashed heavily into a big tree.

The big tree was hit so hard that it was about to fall. Dead branches and leaves fell like rain, all landing on Xie Zhichuan.

This is a kind of irony to him, and also like a ruthless declaration of his failure.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Xie Zhichuan's mouth, slowly slid down his face, and dripped onto the fallen leaves, dyeing the leaves red.

The bloodstains spread across the cold ground, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding frost and were particularly eye-catching.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was enduring unspeakable pain.

The blood was the last struggle of his life, slowly, drop by drop, falling on the dead leaves swept down by the autumn wind.

Shi Feiyang succeeded in one strike with smooth movements, and then he used the "Buddha's Holy Lamp" move.

His figure was elusive, as if he was a god from heaven, surrounded by a lively aura.

His movements were light and graceful, as if dancing in the air, and each of his moves carried an otherworldly beauty that reminded people of the legendary immortals. His palm techniques were so varied and varied that they dazzled the observer.

I saw him waving his left palm quickly, with layers of palm shadows overlapping, and each palm carried amazing power.

His palm instantly transformed into countless golden shadows, making it difficult to grasp.

Every attack he makes contains tremendous force, which makes people worry about his opponent.

The people from the "Blood Evil Gang" only saw a flash of golden light before their eyes and could not see Shi Feiyang's moves at all.

Wu Ce wanted to block, but he didn't expect Shi Feiyang to knock him down with one palm. He died on the spot and fell in a pool of blood.

There was still a trace of astonishment on Wu Ce's face, as if at the last moment of his life he truly realized how terrifying Shi Feiyang was.

The ground around seemed to be turned upside down by an invisible force, with dust flying everywhere and fallen leaves and gravel dancing in the air.

The entire headquarters was in chaos.

The originally peaceful night was now broken by this sudden chaos.

Wu Ce's body lay on the ground, blood gushing out from the wound, quickly forming a dark red pool on the ground.

His body had lost its life temperature and lay there quietly, silently telling of the cruelty of the battle.

The pool of blood was mixed with fallen leaves and gravel, and the stench of blood was so strong that it made people want to vomit. The air was filled with a pungent smell that made people frown, as if reminding them that death was not far away.

A few crows were calling in the trees, as if celebrating the killing.

Their cries were shrill and mournful, playing a dirge for the tragedy.

Shi Feiyang fought harder and harder, and then he used another move called "Mountains and Rivers Turned Upside Down".

He stretched out both hands, palms facing each other, and a powerful airflow swirled rapidly between his palms, forming a huge cyclone.

This cyclone seemed to hold immense power, as if it could turn the world upside down. Shi Feiyang thrust his palms outward, sending the cyclone hurtling towards the Blood Evil Gang. Like a tornado, the cyclone spread out in all directions, carrying destructive force.

Wherever they went, sand and stones flew everywhere, the sky became dark, as if the end of the world had come.

The surrounding scene became blurred, and the heaven and earth were swallowed by this power, which made people feel a fear of doomsday.

The Chishui River was originally calm, but now this force has caused huge waves to surge, and the river water is surging and hitting the river banks.

The originally tranquil river surface was now like boiling water, with surging waves that seemed to swallow everything.

The surrounding trees were uprooted and rolled in the air, making a "crunching" sound.

The leader of the "Blood Evil Gang" "Blood Demon" Tu Zhongtian, the deputy gang leader "Ghost-faced Rakshasa" Liu Sanniang, the leader of the Qinglong Hall "Death Judge" Zhao Dun, as well as Tonggu Weng, Feisuo Jiang and others, could not escape at all and were hit by this force.

They were like leaves caught in a strong wind, mercilessly thrown in all directions by this force.

Their bodies flew out like leaves caught in the wind, fell heavily to the ground, were seriously injured, and groaned in pain.

Their groans blended with the surrounding chaos, creating a doomsday scene that shocked everyone with the ferocity of the fierce battle. Shi Feiyang stood there, looking majestic and awe-inspiring, like the reincarnation of Erlang Shen.

His eyes revealed endless majesty, which made the remaining enemies feel uneasy and dared not take another step forward.

The thick smell of blood permeated the forest, blending with the eerie surroundings to create an even more terrifying atmosphere. The bloody odor grew stronger, forming an invisible veil that enveloped the entire Blood Demon Gang's headquarters.

The ground was stained with blood, which meandered along the terrain and mixed with the broken weapons and limbs scattered on the ground, forming an extremely tragic picture that was hard to look at.

The cold wind whistled past, stirring up dust and the smell of blood, which drifted away into the distance, telling the world about this thrilling bloody battle, as well as the cruelty and ruthlessness contained therein.

In late autumn, the land of Bozhou was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere, and the air was filled with an indescribable heaviness and depression.

The sky was gray and gloomy, and the heavy clouds weighed down overhead like lead, as if they could collapse at any moment, bringing endless darkness to the earth. The biting cold wind was like a roaring beast, rushing between heaven and earth, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The water is surging on the banks of the middle section of the Chishui River.

The waves constantly hit the river bank, making a dull sound, telling the vicissitudes and sadness of this land.

In the riverside forest, tall, dense trees blocked out the sun, their branches intertwined like a vast green web, separating the sky from the earth. The branches swayed in the cold wind, making a creaking sound, as if countless pairs of withered hands were dancing.

Deep in the forest, there was a light mist.

The fog is filled with gloom and fear, making people shudder, and every step is in unknown danger.

The three brave companions, Hanlu Zhenren, Baizhi and Xie Wen, braved all difficulties and dangers and traveled through mountains and rivers.

After going through many tests, they finally arrived at the Blood Evil Gang's lair.

When the scene before them came into view.

They stood there in a daze, their eyes wide as big as bells, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

The nest was in a mess, as if it had just suffered a devastating disaster.

The once orderly building has now become dilapidated, with broken walls and bricks scattered everywhere.

Blood was flowing freely on the ground, gathering into dark red pools of blood. The strong fishy smell was nauseating.

Corpse parts and broken limbs were scattered everywhere, and some heads rolled to the side, their eyes wide open, as if they died with their eyes open.

Some of those with broken hands and feet were still clinging to their weapons tightly.

They were still fighting tenaciously at the last moment of their lives, expressing their unwillingness and struggle in their previous lives.

In this bloody chaos, Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, He Kezhou, Shan Bing and other cowardly guys were already scared out of their wits, pissing and shitting, and took advantage of the chaos to sneak away and disappeared without a trace.

Shan Xue's death was extremely tragic. Her eyes were wide open and she died with her eyes open.

The originally beautiful face was now distorted, filled with endless fear and despair.

Her body was covered with scars, each wound was shocking, and her clothes were already soaked with blood, a glaring red.

What is even more chilling is that her husband He Kezhou cruelly abandoned her at this critical moment and escaped alone.

She was left alone to face the shadow of death.

Bai Zhi stood there, looking like a wooden sculpture or clay figurine, completely stunned. It took her a long time to come back to her senses.

Her eyes were filled with astonishment, and her mouth was open as wide as if an egg could fit in. After a long time, she slowly came to her senses, her eyes searching anxiously in the tragic scene, her heart filled with fear of the unknown and worry about her companions.

When she saw Shi Feiyang's tall, straight, and imposing figure, her expression changed dramatically. The shock and fear she had felt vanished in that instant, replaced by endless tenderness and affection. Her heart was completely conquered at that moment. Her eyes were like a clear lake, rippling with love.

This love can gently wrap and melt the whole world, making everything around it soft and beautiful.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, just like the sunset in the sky, beautiful and moving.

The blush highlighted her shyness and joy, like a flower in the sunset, blooming with charming brilliance.

The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily, revealing a smile filled with tenderness and sweetness. That smile was like a flower in full bloom in spring, delicate and beautiful, full of vitality and hope, making people intoxicated by this spring atmosphere. She took light steps, like a nimble deer, slowly approaching Shi Feiyang, her eyes never leaving him for a moment, as if everything in the world had turned into nothingness, and the whole world only contained the man she loved deeply in her heart.

Afterwards, the two of them returned hand in hand to Qingfeng Cave in Cuiping Mountain to visit Xiang Kun who was recuperating there.

Along the way, they relied on each other and shared each other's warmth and strength.

While no one around was paying attention, Bai Zhi quietly reached out and gently held Shi Feiyang's arm. The movement was gentle and shy.

With the shyness and sweetness of a young girl, she exerted a little force and gently pulled Shi Feiyang out of the cave and came to a tent next to them, as if that was a world belonging to only the two of them.

After entering the tent, Bai Zhi put her arms around Shi Feiyang's neck, her eyes full of affection and expectation. The two of them went into the tent together, which was filled with their whispers and laughter, as if the whole world had stopped for them.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Zhi hugged Shi Feiyang's neck tightly and crawled into the warm bed.

At this moment, Bai Zhi's face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes were full of intoxication.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she could feel Shi Feiyang's heartbeat synchronized with her own. The two hearts were closely connected at this moment.

In this warm atmosphere, she and Shi Feiyang rolled happily on the bed, enjoying each other's love.

Their laughter echoed in the tent. It was the most beautiful music in the world, and every note was filled with happiness and sweetness.

Bai Zhi's eyes were hazy and intoxicated, her cheeks flushed, like a blooming peach blossom. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling Shi Feiyang's breath, her heart filled with sweetness and satisfaction, as if she were in the happiest paradise in the world, intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

Her heart seemed to be enveloped by a warm current, and all her worries and sorrows were swept away by it, leaving only pure happiness. The next morning, the faint light of dawn quietly penetrated the cracks in the tent and fell on the sleeping faces of Shi Feiyang and Bai Zhi.

The sunlight gently brushed across their faces, bringing them hope and vitality for the new day.

Shi Feiyang gently put down Bai Zhi, who was still emitting fragrance in her sleep. His movements were so gentle that it seemed as if he was afraid to disturb the most precious thing in the world. Every move he made was filled with love and care, as if he was guarding the most precious treasure.

He got up silently, put on his clothes and tied his belt swiftly, and every movement seemed so steady and capable.

Then, he walked out of the tent and found Xie Wen, who was standing guard nearby. He said seriously, "Xie Wen, hurry back to the Xiongying Society's base and tell everyone that tonight at midnight, we will attack Feihu Pass to rescue the 30,000 Ming soldiers trapped by the witchcraft."

His voice was firm and powerful, revealing unquestionable determination.

Xie Wen's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. He nodded vigorously, accepted the task, and ran. His figure was like a flash of black lightning, and it disappeared in an instant. His movements were swift and decisive, showing his absolute obedience to Shi Feiyang's orders and his high regard for the mission.

At the same time, Maggie Cheung was concentrating on improving and training the "Liuhe Sword Formation".

She moved swiftly, weaving among the 360 ​​disciples, the Miao Dao in her hand whirring, each movement full of power and flexibility. Her figure shuttled back and forth between the disciples like a graceful butterfly dancing among the flowers.

As she demonstrated, she shouted the formula loudly, and her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she was not distracted at all.

Her voice was loud and clear, and every word was full of power, inspiring her disciples to train harder.

After so many days of hard work, she finally improved the "Liuhe Sword Formation" to perfection.

The three hundred and sixty disciples cooperated seamlessly, as if they were one person.

The tacit understanding between them reached an unprecedented level, and every movement was as precise as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

As night falls quietly, the world seems to be silent, with only the whistling of the wind in the valley.

This is nature whispering, telling an ancient and mysterious story.

The moon rises quietly and hangs in the sky. Its silver light spreads over the earth, covering the quiet valley with a mysterious veil, adding a bit of tranquility and mystery. It is like a messenger of the night, guarding this land with its brilliance.

Shi Xiong stood on the high ground, his eyes as sharp as a searchlight, staring at the darkness in the distance, his fists clenched, the anger in his heart still burning, as if to devour everything.

Beside him, the brothers of the Xiongying Society also had serious expressions and were ready.

Their eyes revealed determination and indomitable spirit, as they were ready to face the upcoming challenges.

They knew that tonight's action was crucial.

It not only concerns the life and death of 30,000 Ming troops, but also the reputation and future development path of the Xiongying Society.

The night wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the passion and determination in their hearts.

During the long wait, everyone remained highly alert, ready to face the upcoming fierce battle at any time.

Their hearts are filled with desire for victory.

Shi Feiyang led the brothers of the Xiongying Society and headed towards Feihu Pass like a black tide.

Their steps were firm and powerful, full of the belief that they would win.

They know that only victory can win respect and honor.

When we arrived at Feihu Pass, we saw bright lights on the city walls. The rebel generals were already on high alert, ready for the upcoming bloody battle.

Their eyes were full of vigilance and determination.

On the city wall, a burly rebel general attracted everyone's attention.

He is "Iron Arm" Zhao Hong, the junior brother of "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong. He is from the Iron Palm Gang and has been practicing the "Six Harmonies Sutra" internal skills since he was young, and has profound skills.

His eyes were full of confidence and determination.

Facing the attack of the Xiongying Society, Zhao Hong stood firmly in a horse stance, his palms flew quickly, and a black light appeared in his palms.

He used the powerful "Iron Sand Palm" and slapped Wu Zhong under the city. Every slap brought up a strong wind, blowing up the sand and stones on the ground, and even the air was shaking.

The "archer" Miao Menlong witnessed this scene. He snorted coldly and quickly drew his bow and arrow.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he aimed accurately at Zhao Hong on the city wall.

Miao Menlong's archery skills are superb, as if he can see through everything. Every move he makes reveals his immense confidence and determination.

As the bowstring sounded, an arrow flew out like a meteor, with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Zhao Hong's throat.

The arrow drew a graceful arc in the air, and its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

Zhao Hong reacted quickly, his figure flashing, the arrow flew past his cheek, leaving a bloody mark on his face, but it did not stop his attack. Zhao Hong's face showed a trace of pain, but his eyes burned with an unyielding fire.

Miao Menlong frowned and put another arrow on his head. This time he shot more accurately. The arrow went straight to Zhao Hong's wrist. With a "puff", the arrow pierced Zhao Hong's wrist. Zhao Hong screamed, fell to the ground and rolled down the mountain.

This arrow helped change the situation of the battle. Zhao Hong's fall greatly reduced the morale of the rebels on the city wall.

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi was not willing to lag behind.

He waved his hands, and dozens of plum blossom darts flew towards the rebels on the city wall like snowflakes. The scene was spectacular.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom dart skills were superb, and each dart flew accurately towards the target. Seeing this, the rebels quickly dodged.

The city wall suddenly became a mess, with noise everywhere.

These plum blossom darts flashed with cold light and were very powerful. Seeing this, the rebels quickly dodged.

The city wall suddenly became a mess, with noise everywhere.

Shan Zhi's plum blossom darts were like the call of the god of death, making the rebels terrified.

They know that if they are not careful, they will become victims of these deadly weapons.

Among the rebels, there was a general who was particularly eye-catching. He was Sun Lie, the "Swift Wind Sword" of the Bagua Sect. He held a long sword in his hand and moved as fast as lightning. He used the "Bagua Wandering Sword" to block all the flying plum blossom darts.

His swordsmanship is as varied as the Bagua diagram, with numerous sword shadows that dazzle the eyes, as if they were in a mysterious Bagua world. Sun Lie's swordsmanship is not only fast, but also full of mystery. Each sword contains deep internal strength and exquisite moves.

At this moment, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu, a young master who is good at "Bagua Sword Technique", also joined the fierce battle.

His joining made the atmosphere on the battlefield even more tense.

Jin Liufu's swordsmanship is just like his name, swift and flexible. He is like a dragon swimming in the water, making him difficult to grasp.

Jin Liufu moved nimbly, like a black ghost, rushing towards Sun Lie on the city wall. He swung the long sword in his hand with ruthless knife skills, and each blow carried tremendous power, like a violent storm, leaving Sun Lie overwhelmed and could only barely resist.

Sun Lie hurriedly raised his sword to block, the swords collided, sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield.

The fierce battle between the two was like two torrents colliding, erupting with astonishing energy. The air around them seemed to become blazing with heat from their battle. Jin Liufu suddenly roared and unleashed a move called "Eight Trigrams Continuous Slash." His long sword swung continuously, the blade flashing. Sun Lie was unable to block it and was hit in the shoulder. Blood flowed out, and he groaned in pain.

This move completely broke Sun Lie's defense and put him in a desperate situation.

Maggie Cheung saw the right moment and called out in a tender voice, "Disciples, use the 'Six Harmonies Sword Formation'!" The three hundred and sixty disciples immediately took action. They coordinated with each other in perfect harmony, and the sword formation was ever-changing, like a Great Wall of Steel, pressing down on the rebels on the wall.

Maggie Cheung's voice was full of strength and determination, which boosted the morale of the disciples.

Then, Michelle Yim rushed to the front with a Miao Dao in hand.

Her "Miao Dao swordsmanship" is unstoppable. Every strike carries the power of thunder. The flashing light of the sword is like lightning cutting through the sky.

Her swordsmanship is just like her name, full of power and beauty, and every blow makes the enemy tremble with fear.

She was agile and moved freely among the sword array. Wherever she went, the rebels fell one after another, which was terrifying.

Maggie Cheung's figure is like a goddess on the battlefield, and her swordsmanship is like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the enemies.

Shi Feiyang stood in front of the formation. He took a deep breath and activated the "Ming Yu Gong". The air around him immediately became cold and condensed into ice in an instant. A thin layer of frost quickly formed on the ground.

The long sword in his hand danced rapidly in his hand, and the sword light flashed, like silver lightning cutting through the sky.

Shi Feiyang's "Ming Yu Gong" was like a cold wind in the forest, making the enemy feel chilled to the bone.

He walked towards the city gate with firm and powerful steps.

Faced with his powerful momentum, the rebels were unable to stop him and retreated one after another.

Every step Shi Feiyang took seemed so confident and determined, as if he was the master of the battlefield.

At this moment, a rebel general, Qian Kun, a master of the Hunyuan Sect known as the "Hunyuan Hand," saw this and, fearlessly, slapped out with a powerful palm, sending it hurtling straight towards Shi Feiyang. Qian Kun's palm technique, like his name, was filled with power and dominance.

The power of his palm is like a violent storm, making it difficult to resist.

Facing Qian Kun's attack, Shi Feiyang just smiled slightly, swung his long sword, a cold light flashed, and Qian Kun's arm fell down.

He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, struggling in agony.

Shi Feiyang's knife not only cut off Qian Kun's arm, but also cut off the rebels' hope, leaving them in despair.

He fell to the ground, in great pain, his whole body twitching for a while, and then he died with his eyes closed.

Shi Feiyang did not stop because of this, he continued to move forward firmly.

Soon after, he unexpectedly encountered Zhou Yu, a fellow disciple of "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, a master renowned for his "Mountain-Splitting Palm." Zhou Yu's "Mountain-Splitting Palm" was so powerful it struck him like two giant axes.

Facing this ferocious attack, Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all. He did not dodge or evade. He once again used his unfathomable "Ming Yu Gong". The cold air collided with Zhou Yu's palm power, making a deafening roar that resounded through the sky.

In the fierce collision of forces, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity and used the "Sword Splitting Huashan" move from the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique".

He raised his long sword high, with strength as great as a mountain, and chopped straight at Zhou Yu. With the flash of sword and the shadow of saber, even the mountains would be split in half.

Although Zhou Yu tried his best to resist, he was still shocked by Shi Feiyang's unparalleled strength and retreated repeatedly. Finally, he was exhausted and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and unable to fight again.

Shi Feiyang was unstoppable and defeated all the rebel generals who blocked his way.

Finally, they broke through the thirty-six rolling logs and rocks at Feihu Pass, successfully opened the city gate, and paved the way for victory.

Shi Feiyang led his team into the pass, and they successfully rescued 30,000 Ming army officers and soldiers who were trapped by Bai Zhi's witchcraft.

These officers and soldiers finally regained their freedom, broke free from their constraints, and regained hope.

With their victory, cheers shook the sky and the entire Feihu Pass was boiling.

The soldiers cheered and celebrated this hard-won victory.

Their joy was beyond words, and even the moon in the sky was celebrating their victory.

(End of this chapter)