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

Chapter 91 Revenge and Redemption: Shi Feiyang's Journey of Justice

Gong Simeng performed the sword moves that originated from the mysterious sword marks, with the sword wind whistling and the sword energy running rampant.

Wherever the sword moves, the originally calm air begins to ripple, just like the surface of a lake after a huge rock is thrown into it, rippling and spreading outward in circles.

What’s even more amazing is that these ripples actually resonate wonderfully with the cold blue light emanating from the illusory figure.

The originally steadily flowing blue light began to fluctuate slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force. The originally condensed light became somewhat disordered, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the power foundation of the illusory figure had been impacted, like a building beginning to shake during an earthquake.

The illusory figure was obviously affected, and its originally smooth movements suddenly stopped, as if it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand.

The huge blue light palm that had been tightly grasping the scarred man loosened its grip a little unconsciously.

Seeing this, the scarred man's eyes flashed with a desire to survive, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. He struggled with all his strength to break free, falling to the ground in a mess with a dull thud.

His face was filled with fear and as pale as paper. He crawled towards the basement exit, leaving behind a trail of shocking blood. It looked particularly hideous on the dim basement floor, and every drop of blood told of his despair.

Shi Feiyang seized this opportunity keenly and exchanged a quick glance with Gong Simeng.

In an instant, their eyes met, and without words, their tacit understanding was revealed.

Shi Feiyang immediately attacked from the front, wielding the Burmese knife in his hand with impenetrable force.

As the blade flashed, a biting cold air spread out, freezing the surrounding air into ice.

Every time Shi Feiyang swung his sword, there was a whistling sound in the wind, just like an ice blade cutting through the sky, making a sharp "hissing" sound.

Gong Simeng cooperated skillfully from the side, the sword in his hand flashing, and he used that special sword move to continuously disrupt the power of the illusory figure.

Her sword moves were agile and varied, like a butterfly dancing among flowers or a snake swimming in the water, echoing Shi Feiyang's fierce sword moves, one hard and one soft, complementing each other.

Under the joint attack of the two, the illusory figure gradually became blurred, and the originally strong blue light around it also began to dissipate, just like the morning mist, which faded away "little by little" under the shining of the warm sun and gradually became thinner.

Just when the illusory figure was about to disappear completely, something unexpected happened.

It suddenly let out an extremely sharp cry, and the sound was like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, sharp and shrill. The "squeak" sound made everyone's eardrums hurt, as if it would completely shatter their hearing.

At the same time, the floor of the cellar began to shake violently, as if a giant hand was stirring madly underground. There was a "boom boom" sound, and the stone slabs on the ground cracked, with bursts of dust coming out of the cracks.

The mysterious pattern on the sarcophagus flickered more and more intensely, shining brightly, as if it was about to trigger a devastating disaster.

Xiang Kun sensed the imminent danger and shouted, "Oh no! This place is going to collapse! Get out!"

The voice was filled with anxiety and tension.

After hearing this, everyone no longer dared to hesitate. They immediately stopped chasing the scarred man and turned around and ran towards the cellar exit.

Their footsteps were hurried and panicked, echoing in the basement. The "tick-tick-tick" sound seemed like the countdown to life.

Behind him, stones kept falling from above his head, hitting the ground with a dull sound, and the sound of "bang bang" was endless. Smoke and dust rolled up and quickly filled the entire basement, blocking his vision.

Everyone desperately ran for their lives in this chaos and danger. Finally, just as they ran out of the old house, a deafening roar came from behind them. With a loud "boom", the old house collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun. The dust slowly rose like a huge mushroom cloud.

Standing before the ruins, Shi Feiyang and the others wore solemn expressions. Sweat had already soaked their clothes, which clung to their bodies, outlining their exhausted figures. Exhaustion and shock were written across each of their faces, their chests heaving violently as they gasped for breath, their wheezing sounds distinctly clear in the silent air.

Although the illusory figure was temporarily repelled this time, the mysteries in everyone's hearts continued to increase, like a thick fog, tightly enveloping them, making people feel depressed and confused.

Shi Feiyang's eyes slowly swept across the ruins before him. He then turned around and said to everyone with a stern expression, "That scarred man must hold the key clues. We must not let him escape."

After hearing this, everyone nodded, and the fighting spirit was rekindled in their eyes. That fighting spirit was like a burning flame. They acted quickly and followed the direction in which the scarred man fled.

After tracking all the way, they came to a hidden alley in Jinan Prefecture.

The alley was filled with a pungent and foul smell, the smell of sewage and garbage mixed together and fermented for a long time. It made people want to vomit, as if they were in a huge garbage dump.

The houses on both sides of the alley are dilapidated, and the walls are covered with dark green moss. Under the erosion of time, the moss spreads wantonly, as if silently telling the vicissitudes of the past.

Xiang Kun had sharp eyes and quickly noticed a few drops of dark red blood in the corner of the wall.

He immediately squatted down, moved swiftly and quickly, stretched out his finger and dipped it lightly, observed carefully and said: "The blood has not dried yet, he should be nearby." There was a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice.

Everyone followed the direction of the bloodstains and came to a small courtyard that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Shi Feiyang raised his hand and made a gesture for silence. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He looked around vigilantly, not missing any slight movement, as if a cheetah was searching for prey.

Then, he carefully pushed open the gate. The door hinge made a harsh creaking sound due to long-term lack of maintenance. It seemed particularly abrupt in this eerily silent courtyard, like a thunderclap that broke the peace.

The yard was dead silent, with only a few withered plants shivering in the cold wind. The dry branches and leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, as if they were desperately waiting for the final arrival of death. The sound was like the whisper of a ghost.

Suddenly, a black shadow emerged from the roof like a ghost and fled out of the yard at a speed so fast that only a shadow was left behind.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang shouted, "Don't run!" His voice was like a bell, shaking the air around him. A roar echoed through the courtyard. Before he finished speaking, his figure shot out like a flash of black lightning, sprinting in the direction the shadow had disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the thick night, as if swallowed by the darkness.

On the narrow streets, the crowds surged back and forth like a surging tide, their voices, footsteps, and shouts mingling in a cacophony so deafening it hurt. The dark figure, like a cunning loach, relied on its intimate knowledge of the streets and alleys to weave left and right through the crowds. Each flash of his form was as swift as a ghost, fleeting and leaving no time for prediction. He weaved through the crowds like a fish swimming through water, nimble and effortless.

Shi Feiyang and the Xiongying Society's heroes, like well-trained hounds with a keen sense of smell, locked their gaze on the shadow, nipping at its heels and pursuing it relentlessly. Shi Feiyang's gaze was resolute and sharp, like a sword unsheathed in the cold night, piercing through the throngs of people, never letting up his pursuit of the shadow's path. His steps were steady and swift, each one carrying a tremendous force. The stone pavement beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly under the weight, making a "dong dong" sound.

Finally, in front of an abandoned temple, the heroes of the Xiongying Society successfully intercepted the black shadow.

The dark shadow slowly turned around and it was the man with the scar.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. One hand weakly covered his wounded chest, and bright red blood oozed from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground, creating a shocking dark red speckle. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, like a cornered beast that still fought to the bitter end, a low growl emanating from his throat.

Shi Feiyang strode forward, standing firmly before the scarred man. He stood like a towering mountain, emanating a terrifyingly powerful aura. He demanded, his voice like a bell, reverberating through the streets: "Tell me the truth! What is your conspiracy? Where are the missing leaders hidden?"

The scarred man pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously. His smile was full of sarcasm, as if he was mocking Shi Feiyang's naivety. His laughter was particularly harsh in the quiet street.

(End of this chapter)