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

Chapter 167. Recapture of Feihu Pass, the Heroic Love Remains

At Feihu Pass, the cheers of victory were like a surging tsunami, surging and echoing in every corner of the pass for a long time.

The smoke has not yet completely dissipated, and the ruins and the bodies of the dead soldiers tell of the cruelty of this fierce battle.

Ming army general Guo Dunpin stood in the midst of the devastation, but there was no joy of victory on his face. Instead, his brows were deeply furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and his expression was so solemn as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

He looked up at the members of the Xiongying Society who were helping to clean up the battlefield, a subtle flicker of jealousy in his eyes. These heroes, each of them extraordinary in their skills, shone brilliantly on the battlefield, completely overshadowing his own Ming army.

If this continued, his prestige within the army would be greatly diminished. Furthermore, if they continued to stay at Feihu Pass, how much credit would he receive after the battle? No, he had to find a reason to send them away.

Guo Dunpin took a deep breath, forced a warm smile, and walked briskly towards Shi Feiyang, as if they were close friends for many years. "Hero Shi!"

His voice was loud and enthusiastic, with a hint of exaggeration. "The successful capture of Feihu Pass this time was entirely due to the heroic efforts of you and the Xiongying Society! My gratitude to you all is as endless as a torrential river."

Having said this, he paused deliberately to observe Shi Feiyang's reaction. Seeing that the other party just smiled and nodded, he continued, "Now that Feihu Pass is in our hands, my soldiers will handle the subsequent trivial matters such as cleaning up the battlefield and deploying defenses. But I just received news that the fighting in Hailongdun is tense and the situation is critical. With the reputation of the hero Shi and the strength of the Xiongying Society, going to support them will definitely turn the tide of the battle. What do you think, hero Shi?"

As he spoke, he winked behind him, and several soldiers quickly came forward carrying boxes of money and food. "These boxes of money and food are my small token of appreciation to the Xiongying Society. I hope Mr. Shi will not despise them."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang burst into a hearty laugh, a bright and cheerful sound that could dispel the gloom between heaven and earth. "General Guo, you're too polite! Our Xiongying Society has always been committed to chivalry and justice, and defending our country is our unshirkable duty. Since the battle at Hailongtun is urgent, we should set out immediately."

Wu Zhong, the Iron Palm, saw Guo Dunpin's movements clearly. He frowned and approached Miao Menlong, the Archer, and Shan Zhi, the Plum Blossom Dart. He lowered his voice and said, "Look, Guo Dunpin is clearly trying to get rid of us so he can take all the credit."

Upon hearing this, "Archer" Miao Menlong snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, "Humph, we fought the rebels and the bandits to the death, and he just wants to sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor."

"Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi curled his lips, his face full of sarcasm, "Who cares? We do things based on conscience, not for the sake of small achievements. It's just that this Guo guy is really too dishonest."

That night, the wind was freezing cold, like a wild beast that had escaped from its cage, rampaging across the sky and earth, emitting bursts of shrill howls.

Shi Feiyang led the Xiongying Society and hurriedly left Feihu Pass under the cover of night.

The team was like a long black dragon, winding along the rugged mountain road and heading towards Hailongdun.

When the team passed through Cuiping Mountain, the trees in the mountains trembled in the autumn wind, and the withered yellow leaves fell like butterflies with broken wings, spinning helplessly in the wind.

Shi Feiyang looked at Cuiping Mountain in front of him, worried about Xiang Kun's injury.

He thought for a moment, then turned to Iron Palm Wu Zhong and Qi Meizhen and said, "Wu Zhong, Meizhen, lead your troops to Hailongdun first. Xie Wen and I will go to Qingfeng Cave to visit Xiang Kun, and then we will rush over to meet you."

Iron Palm Wu Zhong nodded and replied, "Master, please rest assured. We will proceed with caution. But Master, please take care of yourself as well."

Shi Feiyang nodded, and walked towards Qingfeng Cave with Xie Wen.

Wu Zhong and Qi Meizhen led their troops away.

At the entrance of Qingfeng Cave, Baizhi was waiting there early, her heart full of anticipation and desire.

Her eyes kept scanning back and forth at the end of the mountain road, as if every moment of waiting seemed like a long century.

Her heart was filled with anticipation for that familiar figure, as if only his appearance could make her world complete.

Finally, the familiar figure gradually appeared in her sight.

Bai Zhi's eyes instantly lit up with surprise, and she was so excited that she could hardly control herself.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

At this moment, all the waiting and anticipation turned into joy, and the world became brighter because of his arrival.

Shi Feiyang's figure was extremely dazzling in her eyes, as if it was the first ray of light that penetrated the darkness and illuminated her entire world.

His arrival filled Baizhi's heart with warmth and happiness, and all her worries and sorrows were dispelled.

After Shi Feiyang finished visiting Xiang Kun, Bai Zhi couldn't wait to reach out and hold Shi Feiyang tightly.

Those hands seemed to have used up all their strength, fearing that if they let go, Shi Feiyang would disappear.

She pulled Shi Feiyang into the tent outside Qingfeng Cave, where the good times they spent together were preserved.

The tent is filled with their own unique warmth, quietly waiting for the owner's return.

Inside the tent, Bai Zhi's eyes were filled with tenderness and love, like a clear lake, rippling with love in the breeze. Her eyes were filled with deep affection for Shi Feiyang, expressing her longing for and love for him.

At this moment, they seemed to be in a world with only each other. All the troubles and sorrows were left behind, leaving only each other's company and warmth.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Shi Feiyang with loving eyes, and said softly: "Feiyang, do you know? Since I have been with you, I have been looking forward to staying with you for a while longer every day. Every time we are apart, I feel that the days go by so slowly." As she spoke, she gently snuggled in Shi Feiyang's arms, put her arms around his waist, put her face on his chest, feeling his warm body temperature and strong heartbeat.

Shi Feiyang gently stroked her long, flowing hair with his soft, delicate fingers, his eyes filled with endless fondness and affection. He whispered, "Baizhi, I'm the same way. Every time I see you, I feel a sense of peace and tranquility. Every moment with you seems to fly by. Your smile, your eyes, every detail captivates me and I can't help myself."

The two looked at each other affectionately, with only each other's figures in their eyes. The only thing left in the world was the deep affection and love between them.

Surrounded by this love, they seemed to be in a world with only each other, feeling each other's heartbeat and breathing, and enjoying this love and happiness.

The two hugged each other tightly, showing affection passionately, and then they both fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

A peaceful and sweet atmosphere filled the tent, their breathing gradually became steady, and contented smiles appeared on their faces.

In their dreams, they may still be expressing their sweet love and continuing to weave their beautiful stories.

The next morning, the mountains seemed to be gently draped by nature, a light mist slowly drifting across the landscape, gently enveloping Cuiping Mountain. The cool air, shrouded in a hint of chill, moved freely through the forest like a playful spirit, quietly creeping into people's collars and bringing a touch of coolness.

Bai Zhi slowly opened her eyes in the hazy morning light, and her gaze gently fell on the face of Shi Feiyang who was sleeping beside her.

She hesitated for a long time, her heart tangled with thousands of conflicts, but she finally spoke softly, "Even if we capture Feihu Pass, it will most likely fall back into the hands of the rebel generals."

Shi Feiyang, still lost in the afterglow of his dream and the beauty, was instantly awakened by Bai Zhi's words, his heart skipping a beat. He turned his head sharply, looking at Bai Zhi with confusion and nervousness, trying to figure out the great secret hidden behind her words. Bai Zhi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her expression became more serious as she continued, "I know a very important secret. The rebels have secretly built an ancient altar to worship Chi You within Feihu Pass. They can use this altar to summon unimaginable and terrifying powers at any time."

After hearing this, Shi Feiyang's face turned pale instantly and he stood there in shock.

He could never have imagined that the rebels had such a deadly back-up plan.

After a brief moment of shock, he quickly reacted, stood up, and hurriedly began to dress, ready to deal with this sudden crisis. After putting on his clothes, he hurried to find "Eagle Detective" Xie Wen.

Shi Feiyang's expression was as solemn as the sky before a storm. He looked at Xie Wen and spoke slowly, "Xie Wen, the situation is extremely urgent. The Ming army is in trouble. We must take Xiang Kun with us and head to Feihu Pass to investigate."

When Xie Wen saw Shi Feiyang's serious expression, he was startled and realized that the situation was definitely not ordinary.

Without asking any more questions, he turned around quickly and made preparations for departure in an orderly manner.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen carried Xiang Kun on their backs, and the three of them used their lightness skills to move as fast as lightning as they rushed towards Feihu Pass.

Bai Zhi thought about it for a moment, and because she was concerned about Shi Feiyang's safety, she decided to go there in person.

She let out a light cry, and spiritual energy surged around her. Her figure instantly transformed into a brilliant white light, flying towards her destination like a meteor chasing the moon.

When Master Hanlu heard the news, he was also shocked.

A trace of worry flashed in her eyes. Without saying a word, she quickly picked up the whisk and performed the "Wind Control Technique". She flew lightly towards Feihu Pass at a speed as fast as a gust of wind.

Just last night, in a secret cellar within Feihu Pass, the rebel general Yang Yaohui and several trusted officers stood before the ancient Chiyou altar. The altar was engraved with strange runes, which seemed to have life, emitting a mysterious and eerie aura and telling an ancient and sinister story.

Yang Yaohui's face was full of ferocity and madness. His eyes flashed with strange light as he stared at the altar.

Yang Yaohui's lips opened and closed rapidly, and he muttered something. The spell was low and obscure, as if it came from the depths of hell.

His hands danced rapidly in the air, forming seals quickly, each gesture imbued with a mysterious rhythm. As he moved, the air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, becoming distorted and emitting a buzzing sound.

As his chanting became louder and more passionate, a thick black smoke slowly rose from the altar.

The smoke seemed to have life, constantly rolling and surging. A dark red light flickered faintly in the smoke, like the eyes of a devil, emitting a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp whistling sound came from the altar. The sound seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls and make people shudder.

Immediately afterwards, countless poisonous insects poured out of the altar like a surging tide, starting an unstoppable disaster.

These venomous insects, with their various forms, were hideous and terrifying, leaving one shuddering. Some were covered in sharp, poisonous stingers that gleamed a faint green light in the darkness, as if coated in deadly venom. Others were enormous, like ferocious little beasts, their mouths dripping with green venom. Wherever they passed, the ground was instantly corroded with deep black streaks, emitting a pungent stench.

They bared their fangs and claws and rushed madly towards the sleeping Ming army camp, as if it were an inescapable nightmare.

The Ming army soldiers who were sleeping soundly were caught off guard, and the poisonous insects instantly rushed into the camp like a storm.

They climbed onto the soldiers' beds, got into every corner of the tent, and began to gnaw frantically.

In an instant, screams came one after another, breaking the originally silent night sky.

Many Ming army soldiers were bitten by poisonous insects and covered with wounds before they could fully wake up from their sleep, and their bedding was stained red with blood.

They struggled in agony, but were powerless to resist the venomous insects that surged in like a tide. Like tireless demons, they bit and gnawed relentlessly, spilling blood onto the ground, quickly gathering into dark red pools. The stench of blood permeated the entire camp.

Guo Dunpin was awakened from his sleep by the miserable cry, and a strong sense of foreboding surged in his heart. He hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out of the tent without even having time to put on his shoes.

The scene before him made him stand there in a daze.

The camp was in chaos, with soldiers struggling in pain and swarms of poisonous insects everywhere.

The soldiers waved their weapons, trying to drive away the poisonous insects, but it was in vain.

The tents were knocked all over the place by the giant poisonous insects. Firelight flickered in the chaos, making the tragic scene even more terrifying.

Guo Dunpin wanted to organize resistance. He shouted the soldiers' names loudly, trying to calm them down and form a defense line.

However, his voice seemed so small in the chaotic clamor, drowned out by the screams and the crawling sounds of poisonous insects.

He looked at everything in front of him, and regret filled his heart. At this moment, he was full of self-blame and pain. He finally realized that it was a foolish decision for him to let Shi Feiyang leave Feihu Pass too early.

Without the help of the Xiongying Society, I felt so incompetent, helpless and hopeless.

He watched helplessly as his soldiers fell one by one, tears welling up in his eyes but wouldn't flow out. The pain in his heart was like a surging tide, completely drowning him.

Under this terrifying attack, over ten thousand Ming soldiers quickly fell. In less than an hour, the once bustling camp was reduced to a deathly silence. On the ground, over nine thousand Ming soldiers lay dead in their sleep, their bodies gnawed away, leaving only piles of bones, a particularly eerie sight under the cold moonlight.

Those bones silently tell the story of this tragedy and Guo Dunpin's mistakes and incompetence.

On this morning, the dawn of hope should have shone on the earth, but at this moment, the sky was shrouded in haze.

Yang Yaohui and the several rebel generals around him looked like demons crawling out of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, emitting a chilling evil aura. Their faces were covered with hideous, twisted smiles filled with madness and cruelty, making people shudder.

They rushed to the prison door and used all their strength to open it, releasing the rebel soldiers imprisoned by the disciples of the Xiongying Society. These rebels were like hungry wolves out of their cages, instantly becoming restless, and their long-suppressed anger erupted at this moment.

Then, Yang Yaohui stopped and muttered something. His voice was low and obscure, as if it came from the abyss of Hell.

His hands danced rapidly in the air, his ten fingers nimbly changing into strange gestures.

As he moved, the air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, becoming distorted, and even the space was twisted by his evil power.

Instantly, countless poisonous insects swarmed from all directions, densely packed like a surging black tide, pouncing with bared fangs and claws at Guo Dunpin and his fewer than a thousand soldiers. These insects varied in form, some covered in sharp, poisonous stingers that gleamed a cold green in the dim light, while others spewed green venom. Wherever they passed, the ground was instantly corroded with black streaks, a chilling sight.

Guo Dunpin's face was full of horror, his eyes were wide open, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

He swung his long sword, madly hacking at the venomous insects that were surging like a tide. The sword flashed, but it was unable to stop the attack of the venomous insects. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Shi Daxia, come and save me! Save me!"

His voice seemed so small in the chaos of Feihu Pass, drowned out by the screams and the crawling sounds of poisonous insects.

Under the attack of the poisonous insects, the Ming army soldiers fell in pools of blood. The miserable wails and screams rose and fell, interweaving into a song of despair and sorrow that echoed over Feihu Pass. Feihu Pass became a living hell, the air filled with the stench of blood and poisonous insects, making it suffocating.

Yang Yaohui stood on the war-torn battlefield, gazing at the horrific scene before him. He laughed triumphantly. His laughter was like the cry of a night owl, filled with madness and cruelty, as if he had become the master of this hellish battlefield, controlling life and death and fate.

At this critical moment, Shi Feiyang and Xie Wen rushed to the scene one after another, carrying Xiang Kun, Hanlu Zhenren and Baizhi.

They witnessed the horrifying scene inside the pass and couldn't help but groan in their hearts.

Xie Wen knew his own martial arts were useless in such a terrifying situation, so he carried Xiang Kun on his back and unleashed his "Flying Catkins and Light Smoke" technique, levitating lightly in mid-air. His expression was anxious, his eyes fixed on the scene below. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly with nervousness.

He knew clearly that if he went down, he would not only be unable to provide any help, but might bring more chaos to the situation.

After a brief moment of thought, he quickly pulled out a green flame arrow and fired it into the sky. The green flame arrow streaked across the sky, emitting a dazzling light as a warning and summoning the disciples of the Xiongying Society for support, hoping to resolve the current predicament.

At the same time, when Shi Feiyang saw this scene, flames of anger instantly ignited in his eyes.

He drew out the Sky Frost Blade without hesitation. The blade flashed with cold light, like a cold crescent moon, emitting a cold murderous intent.

He was in a nimble posture, preparing to rush into Feihu Pass and kill those disgusting poisonous insects.

However, just as he took a step forward, Bai Zhi was quick to grab him.

Bai Zhi looked solemn, her eyes filled with worry.

She said to Shi Feiyang anxiously, "It's useless to do this. Unless you use all your Mingyu Gong to completely destroy Feihu Pass, you will never be able to kill all these poisonous insects." Shi Feiyang was shocked and turned to look inside the pass. He saw that there were still hundreds of Ming army soldiers struggling to hold on.

He knew that once he activated the highest realm of Mingyu Gong—"Wuji Shura"—the terrifying power would surely kill the Ming army as well and freeze them together. Bai Zhi stood in front of Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with deep affection and determination.

She gently stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Shi Feiyang's cheek with her soft lips.

Although her voice trembled slightly, her tone was firm, and she was also declaring war on fate: "Fei Yang, I know that this departure is full of dangers and the future is uncertain. But to be your wife, even if it is only for these two short days, I am already satisfied. You must live well and promise me that you will avenge me."

When Shi Feiyang heard Bai Zhi's words, his heart suddenly ached. He instantly understood the determination behind Bai Zhi's words.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand and hugged Bai Zhi tightly in his arms, using his arms to force her into his body.

His voice was choked with sobs, and he said sadly: "No, Baizhi, I will never allow you to die. We must have other ways. I can't lose you."

As Hanlu gazed at the warring couple, a complex expression flashed across her eyes, a look that reflected both the sentimentality of their love and the helplessness of what was about to unfold. She sighed softly and said, "Let me do it! You young people, live well."

Zhenren Hanlu adopted Baizhi and treated her as his own daughter. The two depended on each other and had an extremely deep relationship.

At this critical moment of life and death, she had only one thought in her mind, to exchange her life for Bai Zhi's.

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaped up and flew into Feihu Pass like a meteor. After entering the pass, she looked determined and bit her tongue without hesitation, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, drawing a blood-red arc in the air.

She used the blood as a guide and unleashed the "Ten Thousand Gu Paying Homage to the Ancestor" technique. Instantly, a powerful and strange force surged from her body, and her body was instantly enveloped by a layer of green light, with the shadows of countless poisonous insects faintly flickering within the light.

Those poisonous insects that were originally madly attacking the Ming army were influenced by this force and driven by some powerful will. They suddenly turned around and rushed towards the rebel camp.

As Hanlu Zhenren's Gu magic was unleashed, wounds began to appear on her body, blood oozing out of the wounds, staining her clothes red. But she seemed oblivious to the pain and continued to activate the Gu magic.

Her blood flowed, forming a blood-red stream on the ground. Wherever it touched, countless poisonous insects were drawn in and instantly devoured by the blood. Her eyes were firm and resolute. In order to defend the lives of the Ming army soldiers and the future of her beloved disciple Bai Zhi and Shi Feiyang, she was willing to sacrifice her own life.

Bai Zhi was filled with grief when she saw her master's actions.

She struggled to break free from Shi Feiyang's arms, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face, she cried out sadly: "Master, don't! Master, don't!" Her voice was filled with pain and despair, and the world seemed to collapse at this moment.

She wanted to rush over to stop her master, but was held tightly by Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her, but his voice was choked with sobs: "Bai Zhi, calm down. Master is doing this for our own good. She wants us to survive."

Bai Zhi looked at Shi Feiyang with tears in her eyes, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.

She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that her master would be safe and sound.

However, she also knew that this was just self-deception.

In this bloody battle, everyone's fate is full of unknowns and variables, and no one can truly control their own destiny.

Shi Feiyang, a tough guy who has experienced many ups and downs in the martial arts world and has never shed a tear in any difficult situation, now has tears in his eyes when he sees the figure of Master Hanlu.

He gazed at the firm and resolute back of Master Hanlu, his heart filled with deep emotion and immense admiration.

He knew very well that if Hanlu Zhenren left, there was almost no hope of survival. However, in order to protect everyone present, she chose this dangerous and almost irreversible path without hesitation.

Shi Feiyang's hands trembled slightly as he hugged Bai Zhi tightly, trying to give her some comfort and support. At the same time, deep in his heart, he silently vowed to avenge Hanlu Zhenren and let her soul rest in peace.

Bai Zhi looked at her master, Hanlu Zhenren's shaky but still unyielding figure, her eyes filled with determination and resoluteness.

Her heart was filled with grief, which surged within her like a raging tide, nearly drowning her.

She could no longer bear the pain in her heart, so she let out a shrill cry and rushed towards Feihu Pass.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to share the burden with her master and avenge her master.

She held the thorny silver stick tightly in her hand, and the silver stick flashed with a cold light under the sunlight.

Every swing was accompanied by a fierce momentum and a whistling sound of the wind.

Her eyes were red and filled with tears, but also flashing with anger, as she rushed towards the rebels frantically.

Every attack was filled with her deep affection for her master and hatred for the rebels.

She kept shouting in her heart: "Master, your disciple is here to accompany you and will definitely seek justice for you!" Every move she made was full of determination and resolve, and she was also declaring to the rebels and evil that she would avenge her master at all costs.

Shi Feiyang gazed at Bai Zhi's resolute figure, a surge of heroic ambition welling up within him. This surge of ambition was a mixture of deep concern for Bai Zhi and a conviction that this fierce battle was certain to be victorious. With a roar, he leaped into the air, like a soaring eagle, charging towards the rebels. He wielded the Sky Frost Blade with vigorous force, its flashes like streaks of silver lightning.

His eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, and it seemed as if they could burn the enemy.

Every blow was carried with a tremendous force, precisely chopping down the rebels as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

The fire of justice burned in his heart, and he wanted to completely eliminate these evil rebels and restore peace and tranquility to the world.

At this critical moment, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, Qi Meizhen, "Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu and Shi Xiong led the disciples of the Xiongying Society and rushed over at lightning speed.

They witnessed the green flame arrows released by Xie Wen in the sky. The warning signal filled them with anxiety. Without hesitation, they rushed towards Feihu Pass regardless of everything.

Their eyes gleamed with determination and resoluteness, silently declaring: "We must fight side by side with the Chief, defend this land to the death, save those innocent lives, and never let the evil forces succeed!"

They all jumped into the pass and immediately threw themselves into this fierce and bloody battle.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong's palms flew, each swing bringing devastating force, shattering the poisonous insects that tried to approach. "Archer" Miao Menlong quickly bent his bow and drew his arrow, which, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, pierced the rebels with uncanny precision.

Shan Zhi, the master of "Plum Blossom Darts", raised his hands continuously, and the plum blossom darts flew all over the sky like snowflakes, flying towards the rebels and poisonous insects. Wherever they went, the enemies fell down one after another.

"Water Dragon" Jin Liufu has a nimble figure, wielding a long sword in his hand with extremely ruthless sword skills. He moves freely among the enemy groups, like a dragon entering the sea, invincible.

Shi Xiong was like a brave lion, with his fists roaring as he killed the rebels, demonstrating his unparalleled fighting power.

Maggie Cheung quickly ran to Master Hanlu, and seeing his frail appearance, her eyes were filled with heartache and admiration.

She quickly pressed the Lingtai acupoint on Hanlu Zhenren's body, then carefully took out various precious medicinal pills to stop the bleeding and heal Hanlu Zhenren's wounds. Her hands trembled slightly, and her heart was filled with admiration for Hanlu Zhenren's selfless sacrifice.

She said softly, "Master Hanlu, don't worry, we will definitely protect this place, you must hold on."

The surrounding disciples of the Xiongying Society also cast admiring glances at him, their eyes filled with gratitude and respect for Master Hanlu.

Yang Yaohui stood there, witnessing the poisonous insect formation he had carefully planned and arranged being counterattacked by Master Hanlu with clever means, his heart filled with indescribable fear and anger.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, and the muscles on his face were twisted and deformed, as if he had turned into a mad beast.

He let out a desperate and angry roar and rushed towards the cellar madly, with a resolute and determined look on his face.

Before he set himself on fire, he activated the mechanism of the underground palace with trembling hands, attempting to destroy the entire Feihu Pass and let everyone be buried with him.

When Shi Feiyang saw this scene, his heart tightened. He knew very well that once this mechanism was activated, countless innocent people and disciples of the Xiongying Society would be in danger of their lives, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

In order to save innocent people and the disciples of the Xiongying Society, Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with determination, and he did not hesitate to chase Yang Yaohui at all costs.

He activated the highest level of Mingyu Gong - "Wuji Shura". In an instant, an extremely powerful cold air surged out of his body, like a storm from an extremely cold place.

The air around him condensed instantly, and a thick layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, spreading outward with him as the center.

Shi Feiyang's figure was as fast as lightning, like a black illusion, rushing towards the cellar.

The Sky Frost Blade in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light, trying to tear apart the boundless darkness.

The moment he rushed into the cellar, he used all his strength to insert the Sky Frost Blade in his hand into the ground.

A powerful cold air spread along the ground like a roaring ice dragon, instantly freezing the mechanism.

As the mechanism was frozen, a dull sound was heard, and the impending disaster was finally successfully prevented.

Bai Zhi was so anxious that she ran towards the underground palace at full speed. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to see Shi Feiyang as soon as possible and confirm whether he was safe.

When she finally rushed to the front of the underground palace and saw Shi Feiyang's tall but slightly tired figure, her tense heartstrings instantly relaxed.

Her eyes became hot and tears welled up in her eyes. Without hesitation, she threw the thorny silver stick in her hand with force. The silver stick drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground with a "clang".

Then she opened her arms, ran towards Shi Feiyang desperately, and hugged him tightly.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she had used up all her strength and poured all her emotions into this hug. She buried her face in Shi Feiyang's chest and murmured to herself: "Feiyang, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..."

At this time, Michelle Yim and the members of the Xiongying Club also hurried over.

When Maggie Cheung saw this scene, her heart suddenly tightened and a sour feeling surged in her heart.

A complicated look flashed in her eyes, an emotion mixed with sadness and heartache.

She looked at Bai Zhi and Shi Feiyang hugging each other tightly, and her heart couldn't help but ripples.

Once upon a time, she and Shi Feiyang had experienced many ups and downs together. Even though Shi Feiyang had a wife named Gong Simeng, she still ignored the worldly views and married Shi Feiyang. Her feelings for Shi Feiyang were no less than Bai Zhi's.

Seeing Bai Zhi hugging Shi Feiyang so intimately at this moment, Qi Meizhen couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

However, this emotion only stayed in her heart for a moment, and then her eyes gradually became soft and relieved.

She closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and the thrilling battle scene just now emerged in her mind.

If it weren't for Bai Zhi and Han Lu Zhenren's desperate efforts, if it weren't for Han Lu Zhenren's heroic sacrifice, how could they have recaptured Feihu Pass so smoothly? How could Shi Feiyang stand here unscathed?
Thinking of this, Maggie Cheung's heart was filled with admiration and gratitude for Hanlu Zhenren and Baizhi. They were both master and disciple, willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of everyone. This courage and responsibility was truly moving.

Maggie Cheung slowly opened her eyes, a sincere smile on her face. She walked forward and said to Bai Zhi and Shi Feiyang, who were hugging each other tightly, "Bai Zhi, welcome to our Xiong Ying Society. You and Master Han Lu are the people we admire most. Without you, there would be no victory today."

The heroes of the Xiongying Society also nodded, agreeing with what Qi Meizhen said.

Their eyes were full of recognition and respect for Baizhi. After all, in this bloody battle, the courage and spirit of sacrifice displayed by Baizhi and Master Hanlu impressed everyone.

(End of this chapter)