Chapter 1153 - 304: Silk Skirt Brushing the Waves, Affection in a Thousand Strands; Brocade Sleeves Facing the Wind, Intentions in Ten Thousand Layers_5

The scent of blood permeated the entire Sword Pool, with the corpses of Western disciples piled up like mountains. Blood flowed along the stone steps into the pool, staining the thousand-year-old cliff inscription "Wind Ravine and Cloud Spring" dark red. The sabers of the Cao Bang disciples had long been blunted, but they still held their ground firmly.

Qi Meizhen’s Cold Moon Saber suddenly emitted a clear ring, the blade glimmering with a faint blue glow — the saber had acknowledged its master, unleashing its hidden power.

"Kill!" At her command, three thousand Cao Bang disciples shouted in unison, transforming the Miao Blade Array into a golden torrent.

Wherever the Cold Moon Saber reached, the Ice Silkworm Silk was cut to pieces, and the toxic mist dissipated.

The Tiger Hill Sword Pool of Awakening Spring Thunder had turned into a Xiuluo Scene, with severed limbs and flesh floating in the scarlet pool water.

Shi Feiyang, using the "A Thousand Li Without a Shadow" Supreme Lightness Technique, carried Shi Xiong and drifted down.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Shi Xiong leaped from Shi Feiyang’s back, drew the White Rainbow Treasure Sword from his waist, and charged into the enemy’s formation.

The cold glow of the waning moon was obscured by the blood mist, while Lv Yuan curled up in the shadow of the cliff inscription, the handguard of his Brocade Spring Saber nearly embedding into his palm.

He gazed at the golden blade light that flickered in Shi Feiyang’s palm, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his legs under the brocade robe were trembling uncontrollably — that dark figure had once shattered his seventy-two "Cold Ice Palm" techniques with a palm atop Yanshan, and descended like the God of Death amidst the rain of arrows outside Bozhou City. At this moment, each of Shi Feiyang’s strikes felt like a heavy hammer pounding on his heart.

"My heavens..." Lv Yuan mumbled, cold sweat trickling down his embroidered golden python-patterned collar into his back, "This fiend hasn’t left Jiangnan!"

He suddenly recalled the urgent report from a secret agent three days ago that "Shi Feiyang had gone far to Bozhou," and a smile more bitter than tears tugged at his lips, "What a plan to deceive everyone, I fell for it again!"

The Jinyi Guard Thousand Households beside him, Zhang Ya, wanted to speak but stopped, only to see Lv Yuan suddenly stagger to his feet, his brocade boots making a creaking sound on the mix of snow and blood. "Go!" He lowered his voice, his cry full of fear and a tone of crying, "If we stay any longer, we’ll all be buried here!"

Before he finished speaking, a stench emanated from his crotch — this usually imposing Assistant Chief of the Imperial Guard had been so frightened that he lost control of his bladder and bowels. Several Jinyi Guard experts exchanged glances, their eyes filled with fear.

They looked at Shi Feiyang, standing as a War God amidst the pile of corpses and sea of blood, their Brocade Spring Sabers trembling involuntarily.

One of them carefully spoke, "My lord, the Xuanming Elders and the Venerable Poison Dragon..."

"Who cares if they live or die!" Lv Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, the hem of his brocade robe stained with mud, "The Imperial Court paid them handsomely to risk their lives, and now they’re lost here, it’s their own fault!"

He struggled to maintain a shred of dignity, yet couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice, "Our Jinyi Guards’ lives are much more precious than these Jianghu scoundrels!" With that said, he turned to leave, but almost fell from his weakened legs.

The Jinyi Guards, like startled birds, followed their embarrassed superior, stepping silently over the bodies of their comrades and disappearing into the shadows of the mountain path. Only the eerie cries of night owls echoed in the sky above the Sword Pool, mocking these Imperial hounds for their cowardice and disgrace.

And the golden blade light in Shi Feiyang’s palm, still as dazzling as the sun, illuminated this heart-stopping battle and forever pinned the disgraceful conduct of the Jinyi Guards on Jianghu’s pillar of shame.

The white hair of the Xuanming Elders fluttered wildly in the chilling True Qi, the ghostly blue fire emanating from the runes inscribed by Elder Zuo’s Profound Iron Judge’s Brush, while the poisonous starlight from Elder You’s Duster swept out, containing a bone-eroding venom. "Xuanming in position!" the two elders shouted in unison, and the air within a radius of ten feet abruptly froze, the pool water instantly forming a hundred-foot ice wall, within which the spectral shadow of Xuanming, with its cyan face and fangs, emerged, its twin palms carrying the Thousand-year Profound Ice Qi targeting Shi Feiyang’s face.

Shi Feiyang’s dark battle robe rustled fiercely, the golden blade light swirling in his palm sparkling with the icy blue True Qi. The Bright Jade Technique reached the state of "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison" in an instant, the vortex formed by True Qi causing the mist around Shi Feiyang to condense into Ice Blades in mid-air.

"Well met!" His shout resonated against the cliff, causing fragments of rock to fall like rain. Shi Feiyang’s palms intersected like blades, thrusting with the ultimate strike of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, "Heaven and Earth Share Longevity." The golden vortex formed by his palm shadows collided with the Profound Nether Divine Palm with a loud crash, producing a piercing shriek as the explosive shockwave hurled the stone pavilion into the air. Elder Zuo’s pupils contracted sharply as the Judge’s Brush aimed urgently at Shi Feiyang’s chest acupoint.

This move, "Kunlun Point General," was the essence of the Kunlun Sect’s seventy-two grappling techniques. Even before the tip arrived, the cold light had already cut a tear in Shi Feiyang’s lapel.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his left hand switching techniques abruptly, utilizing the killing move "Red Dust Slash" of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

The golden blade light formed on his hand edge spun like a wheel. As soon as the Judge’s Brush touched the blade light, the Profound Iron shattered into pieces, Elder Zuo’s hand was shocked open, with blood splattering onto the ice wall like red plum blossoms.

Elder You seized the opportunity, his Duster winding around Shi Feiyang’s neck like a Spiritual Snake. "Die for me!" he shouted fiercely, the poisonous threads on the Duster suddenly magnifying, only to see Shi Feiyang’s icy blue True Qi burst forth, instantly freezing the threads into fragments of ice.

Shi Feiyang’s right palm struck like lightning, employing the Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s "Moon Slash," the airflow distorted into a vortex wherever it passed.

Elder You’s bronze ghost mask shattered under the blade’s aura, revealing a half-rotten face, screaming as he retreated repeatedly.

With their courage shattered, the Xuanming Elders were about to use the Profound Nether Escape Technique to flee, but Shi Feiyang had already closed in like a specter.

He struck with both palms at the same time, the left palm enveloping the Thousand-year Profound Ice cold from "Ice Soul Cold Prison," the right palm containing the forceful strength of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, a killing move known as "Ice and Fire Fusion." In haste, the two elders simultaneously struck with their palms, their Profound Nether Divine Palm clashing with Shi Feiyang’s palm force, weaving dazzling death nets of ice mist and golden light.

"Crack," a crisp sound was heard as Elder Zuo’s arm broke under the immense pressure. Shi Feiyang seized the momentum, his left palm executing the Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s "River Interception," the palm wind like the Yangtze River, sending Elder Zuo into the ice wall.

The thousand-year-old cliff inscription "Wind Ravine and Cloud Spring" had been smashed into a human-shaped recess, with fragments of stone flying around, Elder Zuo bleeding from all seven orifices, dead without a pulse.

Elder You, seeing this, was utterly terrified and turned to flee.

Shi Feiyang pointed his toe to the ground, his form darted like an arrow, pushing both palms out with "Cloud Breaking Style."

As palm shadows danced, Elder You’s Duster was entirely shattered, followed by a "Heaven’s Edge" strike, the palm wind directly penetrating Elder You’s chest. Elder You looked down at the bowl-sized blood hole in his chest, eyes wide in disbelief, and with a "thud," fell into a pool of blood, twitched a few times, then breathed his last.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the icy mist, the golden blade light around him yet to disperse, his dark battle robe stained with blood, appearing more heroic.

He surveyed the ground covered with corpses, his gaze as sharp as lightning, his voice echoing over the land: "Those who offend the Heroic Sakura Association, no matter how far they are, must be executed!"

The survivors by the Sword Pool looked upon this blood-soaked War God, their hearts filled with endless awe.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the Huqiu Sword Pool into a crimson purgatory.

Qi Meizhen’s golden helmet tassel had hardened into clumps, with blood seeping from under the golden armor interlocking through the gaps between the armor plates.

She clenched the command flag, watching Shi Feiyang’s powerful palm force as he slew the Xuanming Elders, and called out loudly: "Cao Bang disciples, heed my command! Miao Blade Array — Break!" Three thousand Miao sabers flipped simultaneously, and the clash of backs emitted a clear and resounding echo.

Stepping on the ice shards shattered by Shi Feiyang, the Cao Bang elite formed a wedge battle formation, crashing into the Western Three Talents Array like a golden torrent.

Amidst shouts of "Exterminate the traitors!" the whooshing of Miao sabers interwove with the sound of bones breaking. The front row of disciples held their Miao sabers aloft like a forest, blocking the Bone-Piercing Awls of the Western disciples, while the rear row of swordsmen spun and leaped, the blade edges tracing arcs like crescent moons, striking straight for the enemies’ necks.

The "Cyan-faced Beast" Yang Feng’s Ghost Ring Saber swung with tiger-like ferocity, the clashing of the saber rings resembling the wailing of wraiths.