Chapter 1009 - 276: Frost Blade Shatters the Bloody Shadow, a Hero’s Heart Quells the Wicked Wind (Part 4)

The flickering blood light resembled countless ferocious blood snakes twisting and swirling in the air, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at their target. Wherever they passed, the air was solidified by this aura of bloodthirst.

Blood Venerable, seeing the situation, was not to be outdone. He took a deep breath, his aura instantly surging like a volcanic eruption. He performed the ’Blood Shadow Divine Technique’, transforming himself into a blood shadow, like a cannonball shot from the bore, rushing towards Xue Hong Mountain’s tent with immense force.

Wherever he went, he left a trail of deep footprints on the ground, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Xue Hong Mountain sensed the impending danger, his face instantly turning deathly pale, like frost and snow in the winter.

He knew well the might of Blood Venerable, not daring to relax in the slightest, and hastily mobilized the ’Shadow-Clapping Technique.’

Both his palms moved swiftly, conjuring countless tiny tangible palm shadows, which flitted around like butterflies but carried lethal destructive power. They clashed with Blood Venerable’s blood shadow in the air, producing loud explosive sounds, akin to thunder in the sky, shaking the surrounding air, and causing sand and stones on the ground to be swept up in the powerful gust, swirling everywhere.

Beggar Gang Elder Wu Gun, holding an iron staff, had a fierce and greedy look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf.

He shouted, "Little thief, give me your life!" The voice resounded like a great bell, especially piercing in the quiet of the night.

He then performed the Dog-Beating Stick technique, making the iron staff in his hand like an agile venomous snake, rushing towards Xue Tielong with a whooshing sound. Where the iron staff swung, it cut open cracks in the air, producing sharp whistling sounds.

Xue Tielong’s face was as grave as the sky before a storm, filled with dark clouds.

Knowing well the power of Wu Gun’s Dog-Beating Stick technique, he did not dare to be careless, quickly mobilizing the ’Shadow-Clapping Technique.’ Both his palms swiftly clapped out, his tangible palm shadows appeared larger in size yet fewer in number, thereby insufficient in power.

After all, the Shadow-Clapping Technique is a peculiar martial art that relies entirely on one’s own inner power, imbuing it onto the palms. During combat, a gentle clap in the air turns the palm shadows tangible; upon contact with the opponent, the invisible inner strength wreaks havoc within their body. The mild effect knocks the opponent down, causing them to stumble continuously, while the severe effect can shatter their five internal organs.

At the age of twenty, Xue Tielong’s power was naturally not comparable to that of his father, Xue Hong Mountain.

Yet, in the Northwest Martial Arts, Xue Tielong’s martial arts stood at a first-rate level.

His palm shadows continuously clashed with Wu Gun’s iron staff in the air, sparking fiercely.

Every collision engendered a strong gust, sweeping up the surrounding sand and stones, carving deep grooves into the ground.

Beggar Gang Elder Wu Shi, holding the Dog-Beating Stick, darted unpredictably like a ghost, rushing towards the eighteen-year-old, delicate yet resilient and brave Xue Qiuchun. Liu Mei of Xue Qiuchun stood upright, her beautiful eyes filled with resolute anger, like a rose attacked by a storm but still blossoming strongly.

She shouted crisply, "Shameless scoundrel, restrain yourself!" The voice was clear and carried firm strength.

While mobilizing the ’Shadow-Clapping Technique’ to defend against Wu Shi’s attack, she drew the long sword at her waist and performed the ’Lady Swordsmanship.’

Her swordsmanship was exquisite, the sword flashes like a radiant flower blooming on the bloody battlefield, yet hiding lethal intent.

The long sword glimmered with a cold light under the moon, constantly clashing with Wu Shi’s Dog-Beating Stick, emitting crisp ’ding ding’ sounds.

Every time the sword and staff clashed, dazzling sparks burst forth, illuminating Xue Qiuchun’s resolute face.

At this moment, Xue Tielong and Xue Qiuchun, in this bloody and brutal battle, profoundly appreciated Shi Feiyang’s wisdom.

Recalling Shi Feiyang’s deep and penetrating analysis during the day, each word resonated in their hearts like the ring of a great bell, vividly presenting the current predicament before them.

During the fierce battle, Xue Qiuchun stole a glance upwards, seeing the small mountains already in disarray, with shouts of killing and cries of agony intertwining and echoing.

The familiar figures of Xie Wen, Guo Xiangyu, and Shi Xiong had long disappeared without a trace, indicating clearly that they had succeeded in withdrawing.

Looking around, the disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang, due to their momentary stubbornness, turned a deaf ear to Shi Feiyang’s reminders and advice, ultimately leading to tonight’s heart-wrenchingly tragic disaster.

Three thousand disciples, like candles in the wind, perished continuously at the hands of the Western Holy Sect as well as the despicable and shameless Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, and others. Witnessing such scenes of human purgatory, Xue Qiuchun felt full of sorrow and regret, feeling that such sacrifice was truly undeserving.

In this life-and-death moment, Xue Qiuchun couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift, recalling the various deeds of Shi Feiyang.

In just a few years, Shi Feiyang, with his extraordinary talent, had enabled the newly founded Heroic Sakura Association to quickly rise in the Jianghu, gaining widespread fame.

His martial arts were exceptional, rarely encountering opponents in the Martial Arts, with every move reflecting the demeanor of a great hero, deserving of utmost admiration.

However, what moved Xue Qiuchun more was Shi Feiyang’s strategic vision.

In complex situations, he could always discern opportunities, making the most correct decisions, leading everyone to safety from danger.

Amidst the intense battle, every time Xue Qiuchun found herself in a perilous situation, Shi Feiyang’s calm visage and resolute gaze would involuntarily appear in her mind. Her admiration for Shi Feiyang, like vines growing vigorously in the spring, grew ever stronger while defending against the enemy’s attacks.