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

Chapter 92: Mount Tai: The Heroes of Xiongying Club Face Danger Again

His breath was weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. He spoke intermittently, "Your attempt to stop this is simply wishful thinking. This is an unavoidable disaster, and the entire martial arts world will soon be plunged into endless darkness..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly vomited blood. The blood gushed out like a fountain and splashed on his tattered clothes with a "puff". The bright red bloodstains looked particularly glaring on the gray clothes, which was simply a tragic picture.

Then, his body slowly collapsed, like a withered leaf, drifting feebly to dust in the autumn wind, making a soft plop. Shi Feiyang hurried forward to check, only to find that he was already dead, with a pungent smell of medicine lingering at the corners of his mouth, clearly a suicide by poison. Everyone's hopes were dashed in an instant, the clues coming to an abrupt end. It felt like a heavy rock weighed down their hearts, a heavy depression spread, and their eyes grew dim and lifeless.

However, Shi Feiyang's inherent tenacity was instantly aroused, his eyes gleaming with unyielding determination, like a flame that never extinguished in the cold night. He quickly crouched down and meticulously searched the scarred man's body, not missing a single corner of clothing or wrinkle. His hands, like nimble butterflies, swiftly searched the remains.

Finally, Shi Feiyang found a worn and yellowed parchment scroll in the man's arms. The parchment scroll trembled slightly in his hands, as if telling an unknown secret.

The parchment is covered with strange symbols, and the lines are twisted and winding, as if they are mysterious codes left over from ancient times, telling an ancient and mysterious story; the lines on the map are intricate and crisscrossed, as if pointing to a mysterious place hidden deep in the fog and unknown to the world. Those lines seem to have life, jumping before your eyes.

Jin Liufu leaned in to examine it carefully, his brows knitted into the shape of a "川" character. He said doubtfully, "This map looks like a clue to a treasure. Could it be related to those missing sect leaders?"

Xiang Kun shook his head, his eyes deep, as if he could see through the layers of fog, and said, "I don't think so. These symbols are somewhat similar to the markings of the mysterious organization we encountered before. Maybe they are the map leading to their lair."

Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He said firmly, "Whatever this is, it must be a key clue. Let's go back to the inn and study this parchment carefully."

The heroes immediately returned to the "Jinhui Inn" and gathered in Shi Feiyang's attic on the third floor.

In the attic, the atmosphere was so heavy that you could squeeze water out of it, and the air was frozen.

Everyone sat around the table, their eyes focused on the mysterious parchment, as if it was the key to unlocking all the mysteries.

Gong Simeng suddenly pointed to an inconspicuous mark on the map, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she eagerly said, "Look everyone, this seems to be the valley at the foot of Mount Tai. I've heard from the elders of Shenshui Palace that there are many ancient legends circulating there, and perhaps there are some secrets hidden there."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, just like the brightest star in the night sky. He said without hesitation: "There is no time to lose, let's set off for Mount Tai right away." The heroes of the Xiongying Society quickly packed their bags and headed towards Mount Tai without stopping.

When they arrived at the valley at the foot of Mount Tai, everyone was amazed by the sight before them.

This place is so quiet that it seems as if time has stopped flowing. There is no trace of worldly noise or disturbance. It seems like a paradise.

The surroundings are covered by a layer of mist as soft as gauze. This mist is like a mysterious veil, wrapping the entire valley, adding a bit of tranquility and mystery, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.

The valley is filled with jagged rocks of various shapes. Some pierce the heavens like sharp swords, imposing and imposing, while others resemble ferocious beasts baring their fangs and claws, vivid and lifelike. It resembles a naturally created stone maze, awe-inspiring. A winding path, seemingly a mysterious guide left by nature, leads visitors deeper into this unknown realm. Every stone on the path tells an ancient story.

Shi Feiyang, Gong Simeng, Jin Liufu, Xiang Kun and others walked carefully along the path, curious about the unknown in their hearts, but also remained highly vigilant at all times, walking lightly for fear of disturbing this mysterious place.

Shi Feiyang walked in the front, his eyes were like torches, he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any movement, his eyes were like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky. He gripped the Burmese knife tightly in his hand, the blade flashing coldly in the dim light, ready to cut off any danger at any time, that cold light made people shudder. Gong Simeng followed closely behind Shi Feiyang, her eyes always following his back, her eyes full of deep affection and the determination to follow him to death. She knew in her heart that there were many dangers ahead, but as long as she could fight side by side with Shi Feiyang, she would not be afraid of anything. At this moment, the sword in her hand had been unsheathed, the blade flashing with a cold light, ready to deal with unknown crises with Shi Feiyang at any time, the sword body trembled slightly, and she couldn't wait to drink the enemy's blood.

Suddenly, a low and powerful roar came from the front. The sound seemed to come from deep underground, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression, like the roar of a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years and was awakened, warning everyone not to move forward.

"Ah--" The roar kept echoing in the valley, like bursts of muffled thunder, making people's eardrums hurt. The "rumbling" sound echoed in the valley, and a chill went up along the spine, making people tremble all over.

Shi Feiyang stopped abruptly, his ears twitching slightly as he listened intently, trying to identify the source of the sound. His ears were like sensitive radar. His eyes were solemn, his brain racing as he pondered a response, his brow furrowed as he engaged in a silent battle with this unknown danger. The roar grew closer and closer, and the ground began to tremble slightly, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards them. The "dong dong dong" sound gradually became clearer. Shi Feiyang and the others immediately stopped, gripping their weapons tightly, their muscles tensed, like fully drawn bowstrings, ready to strike. They watched their surroundings vigilantly, not missing any suspicious points, their eyes full of alertness.

I saw a huge black panther slowly walking out of the fog in front.

Its fur gleams with a dark luster, as if woven from the purest black silk in the night sky, emitting a mysterious aura in the dim light; its eyes are like burning flames, revealing a fierce and bloodthirsty aura that makes people shudder, and that look can devour people.

"How could there be such a strange black panther in this valley?" Jin Liufu swallowed his saliva, his voice trembled unconsciously, his eyes were full of fear, and a dry sound came from his throat.

Shi Feiyang's face was as cold as ice, and he said in a deep voice: "Be careful, this black panther might be controlled by someone." As soon as he finished speaking, the black panther let out a deafening roar, "Awoo--" and pounced towards everyone like an arrow from a bow. It was so fast that people had no time to react, leaving only a black afterimage.

Shi Feiyang didn't hesitate. Like a flash of black lightning, he charged towards the black panther. He brandished the Burmese knife in his hand, the blade flashing and radiating a cold light, just like the coldest frost in the coldest winter, bringing a biting chill, and the wind from the knife whistled past.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang activated his Bright Jade Technique, and a faint white mist instantly enveloped him. This mist exuded a suffocating chill. The surrounding air instantly froze, forming a thin layer of frost that rustled and covered Shi Feiyang in a layer of icy armor.

The black panther moved as agilely as a black phantom, dodging flexibly between Shi Feiyang's sharp sword moves, narrowly avoiding the blade several times, and at the same time finding the right moment to attack Shi Feiyang fiercely with its sharp claws.

Its claws, like razor-sharp daggers, sliced ​​through the air, hissing and emitting streaks of cold light, seemingly slicing the very air. Shi Feiyang, agile and nimble, dodged left and right, his Burmese knife attacks becoming increasingly fierce. Each swing carried a tremendous force, and the whirring sound echoed through the valley. Shi Feiyang closely watched the black panther's every move, unafraid of the ferocious beast's attack, displaying a heroic and fearless aura, his eyes seemingly able to see through the black panther's soul.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng was terrified. She gripped her sword tightly and rushed towards the black panther without hesitation, wanting to lend a hand to Shi Feiyang. Her eyes were filled with worry and concern for Shi Feiyang. At this moment, her only thought was to fight side by side with Shi Feiyang and overcome this difficult situation together. Her footsteps were hurried, causing a gust of wind to rustle. The sword in her hand flashed with a cold light as she lunged at the black panther, the blade slicing through the air with a swishing sound.

(End of this chapter)