Chapter 1024 - 279: Frostblade Slices Clouds and Shatters Demon Shadows, Blood-Drenched Sands Bury the Asura (Part 4)

Below the prominent nose, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a cold, hard line, the jaw slightly tense, showcasing his inner calm and determination. Occasionally, the corners of his lips would curl up, revealing a sinister smile, carrying a trace of disdain and contempt for his enemies.

The veins in his neck faintly protruded, hidden beneath the dark skin, hinting at a power ready to be unleashed.

"Seven Cultivation Sword" Kong Triangle gently caressed the hilt of his sword, the long sword lightly trembling between his fingers, emitting a clear dragon-like resonance: "Grand Squad Leader! The Western Holy Sect is coming in full force this time, with all thirty-six elite divisions, and the long-lost Blood Shadow Demon Technique shows its presence. How should we defeat the enemy?"

After speaking, his gaze was like a torch, firmly staring at the swirling black clouds in the distance.

Shi Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his dark cloak flapping in the fierce wind, like a towering mountain.

He slowly turned around, his eyes flashing with a cold light: "The Jianghu is dangerous, as it has always been. Back then, I ventured into the Northern Desert with just a sword, battling alone against the Twelve Consecutive Stronghold. Was I ever afraid? Today, with the help of all you heroes, how can we fear not to win?"

He paused, his voice resonating like a great bell: "Remember, we are defending not only this city but the peace of countless people!"

Shi Feiyang slowly turned his head again, his movements unhurried, yet they carried a suffocating sense of pressure.

A glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice deep and powerful, every word carrying the weight of a thousand pounds: "The blood and wind of the Jianghu, when have I, Shi Feiyang, ever been afraid?" After speaking, he raised his hand to lightly stroke the hilt of the Celestial Frost Blade.

His fingertips traced the patterns on the blade, the corners of his mouth curving into a bloodthirsty arc, like a beast about to pounce.

Before finishing his words, he lightly tapped the top of the wall with his toes, his figure soaring like a mighty eagle to the edge of the wall.

His dark cloak billowed like a sail behind him, his right hand pressing against the hilt of the Celestial Frost Blade, his fingers rubbing the ancient patterns engraved upon it.

In the distance, the black banners of the Western Holy Sect surged like tides, Shi Feiyang gazing at the rolling dark clouds, the corners of his mouth drawing into a sinister smile, the tight line of his jaw signaling an indisputable resolve.

As the first war drum sounded, Shi Feiyang slowly drew out half of the blade, its cold light reflecting in his eyes like a blade dipped in poison, his entire being exuding a suffocating pressure, as if he were a peerless divine soldier about to be drawn.

The wind and snow howled, Shi Feiyang’s cloak billowing like a sail, the whole person akin to a peerless treasure sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness unveiled.

At times, his gaze was like a torch, carrying the wisdom of insight; at times, his eyes were ruthless, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

The slightly upturned chin, the tightly pressed thin lips, the sharp gaze, all demonstrated his dominance and authority.

"Xingyi Fist" Fan Shi bellowed fiercely, his muscles and bones crackling like popping beans, his fists clenched, creating two afterimages: "Grand Squad Leader speaks well! Outside the city, the Eight Trigrams Illusion Array hides deadly traps, the fire and thunder have already set a heavenly net! If they dare come, I shall make this Wulang City their burial ground!" Finishing his words, he punched out, the wind from his fist roaring like a tiger, plowing a half-zhang deep trench on the ground.

The crowd shouted in unison: "Willing to face fire and water for Grand Squad Leader Shi!" The sound waves surged to the skies, startling the birds for miles around to scatter.

The five Madams Shi simultaneously drew their weapons, Yili’s long sword unsheathing with a dragon’s cry, Lin Wanqing’s needles flashing with cold light, Bai Zhi’s jade bottle glowing faintly, Gong Simeng’s bow curved like the moon, Liu Guihua’s large blade slashing with a fierce wind, all with the resolve to live and die with the city.

In the distance, the black banners of the Western Holy Sect rolled in like a tide.

"Black-winged Rakshasa" Uma was draped in iron scale armor, six wings behind her spread like a demon descending upon the world. She wielded the Asura Bone Whip, nine skulls simultaneously letting out a screech: "Naiman brats! Today I’ll show you that under the Holy Sect’s iron hooves, not a single blade of grass will grow!"

Yili’s black hair fluttered, her crimson battle robe billowing like flames.

Her jade hand pointed upwards like a sword, her voice like thunder: "Thousand Mechanism Soul-Seeking Crossbow, fire!"

In an instant, a hundred crossbow machines on the wall roared, three thousand poisoned spears wrapped in black flames shot forth, like meteors crashing to earth, or like Netherworld Ghost Arrows. The "Seven-Step Intestine-Breaking Powder" on the spears dissolved upon contact with blood, those hit immediately spewing black blood, twisting into horrific shapes on the snow.

Screams of agony rose and fell from below the city. Although the disciples of the Holy Sect wore fine iron chainmail, they could not withstand the "Seven-Step Intestine-Breaking Powder" on the spears. Those hit fell, spewing black blood within three steps, convulsing, their throats emitting screeches like a broken bellows.

Uma was furious, the Asura Bone Whip having just flung away two spears, suddenly heard a crisp "crack" above her head.

Looking up, she saw Yili performing the "Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens" Lightweight Technique, her toes lightly tapping the parapet, tossing out three Bone-Piercing Nails in mid-air.

Those Bone-Piercing Nails were in the shape of a phoenix spreading its wings, with purple mist seeping from the tail feathers, exactly the long-lost "Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun Nail"!

"Not good! It’s the Five Poison Sect’s lost ’Bone-Eroding Powder’!" Zhong Renwang’s face changed drastically, shouting loudly, his sleeve rapidly pointing with a bamboo stick. Only to see the three Bone-Piercing Nails suddenly explode in mid-air, the purple mist transforming into thousands of tiny needles, corroding bones upon contact.

The Beggar Sect Disciples beside him screamed and scratched at their skin, revealing ghastly white bones in an instant.

Xie Zhichuan was shocked, his long sword dancing urgently, employing the Martial Arts supreme skill "Thirteen Life-taking Swords," the sword shadows forming a silver arc around him.

Dugu yan, seeing the situation, bit down on his steel teeth, unexpectedly forcing his power despite the backlash, the warding sword technique suddenly becoming bizarrely twisted, the sword light within blood mist shredding several Bone-Piercing Nails to powder.

Zhong Renwang, watching the purple mist rising from Yili’s fingertips, let out a muffled groan.

He tightly clenched his palms, his knuckles paling with exertion, the tattoo of the Nine-clawed Golden Dragon of the Beggar Gang on his palm glowing with an eerie red light under the moonlight. "What a Shi Feiyang!" he gritted his teeth and whispered, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, "He has us dancing in the palm of his hand!" In his heart, he had already cursed Shi Feiyang’s ancestors for eighteen generations but had to suppress his anger, coldly watching the changes in the battle situation.