Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Upon seeing this, Liu Xiong flew into a rage and roared, "Who on earth is so bold as to cause trouble on my wedding day! Are you tired of living?"

"Senior brother, it's been a long time! I should have killed you sooner!" This angry roar exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

Upon hearing the sound, the disciples looked over and saw a figure suddenly appear before them like a ghost. Upon closer inspection, they realized it was Wu Feilong! For a moment, everyone was stunned and instinctively retreated.

"Is it a human or a ghost?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"I think it's a vengeful ghost coming for revenge!" Before the other person could finish speaking, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

However, Wu Feilong paid no heed to the crowd's fear and murmurs. His face was cold and stern, his hand tightly gripping the gleaming Netherworld Sword. His feet moved with lightning speed, his lightning-fast steps carrying him into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, he had charged into the fray. A series of screams rang out; wherever he went, blood splattered and heads rolled. In a short time, apart from himself and He Ying beside him, there was no one left alive.

Wu Feilong stopped, his breathing slightly rapid, but his eyes remained icy cold. He abruptly lifted the red veil from He Ying's head and asked urgently, "Senior Sister, where are my mother and the others?"

A hint of surprise flashed in He Ying's eyes, and she quickly replied, "Junior brother, it's so good that you're not dead! They're still in the prison. I'll take you there." With that, she turned and led the way.

Before long, the two arrived at the prison cell. Through the iron bars, Wu Feilong saw the scene inside and was immediately enraged. Li Ling and Long Jing were tortured beyond recognition, covered in wounds, and on the verge of death.

Without a word, Wu Feilong swung his sword, severing the lock on the prison door, and strode inside. The Netherworld Sword in his hand seemed to sense its master's rage, its blade humming and radiating a chilling aura. With a flash of light, the prison guards outside the cells were instantly decapitated, their blood splattering everywhere.

"Mother, it's alright, I'm here!" Wu Feilong quickly walked to Li Ling, knelt on one knee, and called out softly.

Li Ling was barely breathing. Hearing her son's voice, she struggled to open her eyes. When she saw that the person in front of her was Wu Feilong, a relieved smile appeared on her face: "Kang'er, it's so good that you're alright..." Before she could finish speaking, she fainted again.

"Let's go!" Wu Feilong picked up his mother and shouted to He Ying.

Just then, He Ying suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "Junior brother, wait, my father is also locked in another cell."

"Senior sister, I'm entrusting them to your care here!" He looked at He Ying with a solemn expression, and carefully took out a bottle of precious healing medicine from his pocket and handed it to her.

After giving his confession, Wu Feilong's figure flashed, and he sped off like lightning towards another cell. Just then, Dong Wu stepped out of the cell door, and the scene before him stunned him instantly—the ground was littered with the decapitated corpses of his disciples, their blood staining the entire surface.

Dong Wu's heart sank, and he immediately realized that a peerless master must have come seeking revenge. In his terror, he didn't hesitate to summon his flying sword, preparing to escape this terrifying place.

However, just as he took flight, a cold voice rang in his ear like a ghost: "Elder Dong, you will not escape today!"

Upon hearing the voice, Dong Wu trembled and turned around in disbelief. When he saw who it was, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "How could it be you? You...you weren't dead?"

Wu Feilong's lips curled into a cold smile as he slowly said, "Want to know why? Once you're in the underworld, King Yama will tell you the answer!" Before he finished speaking, his figure appeared abruptly in front of Dong Wu like a ghost. Immediately afterward, a muffled thud was heard as Wu Feilong's fist slammed heavily into Dong Wu's chest.

Dong Wu was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into a wall in the distance. Before he could regain his footing, Wu Feilong was already upon him, delivering another powerful kick. This kick was incredibly powerful, sending Dong Wu flying again. But Wu Feilong didn't stop there; he followed up with another heavy punch.

And so, back and forth, fist to fist, in a short time, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows. At this point, Dong Wu was completely powerless to fight back. His golden core had been completely shattered under Wu Feilong's storm of attacks, and his bones were broken inch by inch, eventually turning him into a lifeless pile of minced meat.

After dealing with Dong Wu, Wu Feilong strode into the cell. He swung his sword, severing the chains binding everyone, and asked with concern, "Master, how are you feeling? Are you injured?"

Despite the pain, the master shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just some minor injuries. My disciple, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's leave quickly, or we'll be in big trouble if Dong Wu comes back."

Wu Feilong smiled gently and comforted him, "Master, don't worry, Dong Wu will never come back. Today I have slaughtered the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, leaving not a single survivor." After saying that, he helped his master up and led the female disciples away from the Heavenly Sword Sect, a place filled with bloodshed and slaughter.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at the relatively safe Anyang County and settled down there temporarily.

After a long and arduous six months of recuperation, the once shocking and unbearable injuries on everyone's bodies gradually healed, and they had basically recovered to about 70-80%. However, there was one exception among them: He Wei. Despite the passage of time, he still had not a trace of true energy in his body, and had completely become an ordinary person.

The sun shone brightly that day, and a gentle breeze blew. He Wei walked slowly toward the door, his expressionless face conveying a sense of heaviness and unsteadiness. Seeing He Wei's appearance, Wu Feilong felt a surge of worry and quickly asked, "Master, where are you going?"

Without turning his head, He Wei replied indifferently, "It's alright, I just wanted to go for a walk."

Wu Feilong quickly said, "Master, why don't I go with you? That way we can look out for each other."

He Wei waved his hand and said firmly, "No need. Let your teacher have some peace and quiet." After saying that, he continued walking forward on his own.

Watching He Wei's retreating figure, Wu Feilong sighed helplessly and ultimately did not follow. After all, the huge drop in status from a once high and mighty sect leader to an ordinary mortal was not something an ordinary person could easily bear.

Time flew by, and half a day passed in the blink of an eye, but He Wei, who had gone out for a walk, still hadn't returned. Now, everyone was getting restless, and a sense of foreboding crept into their hearts. So, they decided to go out together to search for He Wei.

Just as they were anxiously asking around the streets, they suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry from afar: "Father!"

Wu Feilong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly used his lightness skill to leap over. When he arrived, the scene before him left him speechless—He Wei lay stiffly in a pool of blood, his body covered with several large and small knife wounds, blood gushing from them continuously, and He Wei had already stopped breathing.

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Wu Feilong's eyes turned bloodshot. Suppressing his sorrow, he trembled as he pulled a gleaming silver ingot from his pocket and shouted to the surrounding crowd, "Fellow villagers, does anyone know what happened here? If anyone can tell me the truth, this silver ingot is his!"