Chapter 1013 - 277: Frost Blade as Pen, Plotting Wonders—Luring the Enemy to Defeat, Feiyang Unleashed (Part 3)

A flash of cold light streaked by, and Ancient Wood’s head instantly flew off, tracing a bizarre arc in the air.

Blood gushed like a fountain from the neck, pouring onto the icy ground, instantly dyeing a patch of snow red.

The snow, soaked in blood, resembled blooming blood-red plum blossoms under the cold moonlight, appearing eerily beautiful yet terrifying. With the death of Ancient Wood, the nauseating stench emitted by his "Blood Net Hand" cultivation technique gradually dissipated into the cold night sky.

With his death, all evil would be driven away.

And Shi Feiyang, holding the blood-stained Celestial Frost Blade, stood tall in the night, like a War God descended to the mortal world. His entire being exuded an awe-inspiring aura, his robes fluttering in the wind, as the moonlight sketched out his determined silhouette.

The Beggar Gang Elder Wu Shi, wielding the dark Dog-Beating Stick, seemed like a messenger from Hell, his figure ghostly as he moved unpredictably on this blood-soaked battlefield that had turned into a Human Purgatory, eluding capture.

His eyes gleamed with ferocity, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, the greed and cruelty within his gaze sending shivers down one’s spine.

At this moment, he was unleashing the Beggar Gang’s secret Dog-Beating Stick technique’s "Stab Word Formula," intending to put Xue Qiuchun, beautiful yet isolated, to death, to satisfy his twisted desires.

His figure shuddered, and the Dog-Beating Stick in his hand shot out like a black lightning bolt, executing the move "Reverse Stab at the Dog’s Hindquarters."

This move was cunning and vicious, aimed at the lower body, targeting Xue Qiuchun’s leg vitals.

Xue Qiuchun’s brows furrowed, panic flickered in her beautiful eyes, and she thought to herself: "The Beggar Gang’s Dog-Beating Stick technique is truly well-deserved of its reputation, such a fierce offensive, how can I defend against it?"

Knowing her dangerous situation well, she dared not be negligent, hurriedly waving her Long Sword, executing the move "Falling Blossoms All Around" from the Lady Swordsmanship. The sword flowers sparkled, resembling the colorful petals of spring, light and beautiful, yet hiding deadly intent, attempting to block Wu Shi’s fierce strike.

A crisp "clang" was heard as the Long Sword clashed with the Dog-Beating Stick, sparks scattering like fireworks blossoming in the night sky.

A powerful force numbed Xue Qiuchun’s arm, causing it to tremble slightly, and she nearly dropped her Long Sword.

A tinge of bitterness rose in her heart, silently blaming herself for her shallow power, struggling against such a formidable enemy.

Clenching her lips tightly, her eyes revealed a hint of stubbornness, thinking to herself, "I must not fall here, I must persevere."

However, Wu Shi’s attacks were like a tide, relentless. One move was incomplete when the next move "A Cornered Dog Jumps Over the Wall" followed.

He leaped fiercely, his figure spun in the air, akin to a fierce eagle swooping down on prey. The Dog-Beating Stick descended from above, like Mount Tai pressing down, aiming straight for Xue Qiuchun’s head.

The whistling wind, like wailing ghosts and howling wolves, terrified those who heard it.

Xue Qiuchun’s face turned pale, her delicate body slightly trembling in fear, she lamented inwardly, "What should I do? If this strike hits, my life may not be spared."

She quickly sidestepped, her movement as light as catkin, while her Long Sword traced an arc, executing the move "Wind Brushes Willow Silk" from the Lady Swordsmanship, a move gentle yet full of hidden mysteries, attempting to deflect Wu Shi’s powerful force.

But Wu Shi’s mastery in the Dog-Beating Stick technique was exquisite. Although Xue Qiuchun managed to barely avoid a vital hit, her shoulder still got swept by the stick’s gust.

Xue Qiuchun’s garment instantly ripped, revealing a patch of white skin, a faint blood trail etched on her shoulder, the bright red blood seeping out, standing out strikingly under the cold moonlight.

Xue Qiuchun winced in pain but forcibly suppressed it, holding the Long Sword tighter, anger flaring up inside, silently vowing, "I will make this villain pay."

Xue Qiuchun only felt a piercing pain on her shoulder, as if thousands of steel needles pierced simultaneously.

She slowly lowered her head, staring at the red wound on her shoulder, her heart twisting in pain as if an invisible large hand clenched it tightly.

At this moment, she knew her situation was growing more perilous, like a lone boat in a storm, always on the verge of being engulfed by turbulent waves. Yet in this desperate moment, Shi Feiyang’s handsome figure and features, warm as sunlight, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Her eyes glistened with expectancy, her heart fervently longing, wishing that Shi Feiyang could appear before her at this moment like a Celestial God, shielding her from the torrential attacks. Oh, how wonderful that would be.

It was as if she could already see Shi Feiyang’s resolute gaze, feeling his strong arms; with Shi Feiyang by her side, all dangers in the world would be rendered non-existent.

Wu Shi, observing Xue Qiuchun’s panic and helplessness, felt a secret delight, a cruel smile appearing on his sinister face, as if looking at a lamb waiting for slaughter.

He thought coldly to himself, "This little girl, not much to her, today I must cut her down with this stick, let her learn the outcome of opposing me."

Thinking this way, he emitted a deep, ferocious shout, that voice seemingly coming from the Nine Nether Hell, brimming with evil aura. With this shout, his Dog-Beating Stick once again swung crazily, using the move "Sichuan Dog Barks at the Sun."