King of Hundred Victories Saber

At this moment, Shi Feiyang concentrated and focused all his energy, fully activating the ”Great Shift of Heaven and Earth” divine skill, continuing to control the terrifying mechanisms within the Life and Death Gate.

In an instant, the ground seemed to be torn asunder by an invisible giant hand, and deep chasms suddenly appeared.

From within the chasms, a suffocating smoke rolled out like a surging tide.

The smoke, with its eerie hue of blue-black, carried a nauseating stench of decay, spreading across the entire passage in the blink of an eye.

Caught off guard, everyone inhaled this deadly smoke, and immediately the sound of coughing erupted, like a mournful dirge.

”Cough, cough... what the hell is this stuff!” Luorong Zadui coughed violently as he brandished his treasure sword, trying to dispel the suffocating smoke in front of him. His face reddened with coughing and anger, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fear and unwillingness.

However, his struggle seemed so powerless against the pervasive smoke.

The smoke, as if alive, tightly wrapped around everyone, continuously eroding their bodies.

Dalao Zhima, being Luorong Zadui’s eldest disciple, was also in a panic at this moment.

Suppressing his coughing, he swung his iron sword with all his might, protecting Luorong Zadui in an attempt to carve out a temporary safe area for his master.

But the smoke was invincible, quickly blurring his vision, and his movements became slow and erratic.

”Master, we must find a way out!” Dalao Zhima shouted hoarsely, despair tinging his voice.

Luorong Zadui understood that the only plan now was to fight to the death. He took a deep breath, enduring the piercing pain in his lungs, and unleashed the killer moves of the ”Wind Thunder Swordsmanship.” His figure moved like lightning, with layers of sword shadows and Sword Qi crisscrossing, flickering coldly in the smoke.

However, this desperate strike only temporarily cleared some smoke in front of him, but could not change their fate.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang activated the mechanism again.

The stone walls at the top of the passage slowly opened, revealing numerous square holes, and then countless sharp spikes rained down like a storm.

The spikes tore through the air with a sharp whistle, stabbing directly towards everyone.

”Watch out!” Dalao Zhima exclaimed, instinctively pushing Luorong Zadui to the side.

But he couldn’t dodge in time, and a spike pierced straight through his shoulder, blood instantly staining his clothes.

Dalao Zhima screamed in agony, dropping to one knee, his iron sword nearly slipping from his grasp.

Seeing this, Luorong Zadui felt immense grief.

He rushed to Dalao Zhima’s side, swinging his treasure sword, trying to fend off the constantly falling spikes.

”Zhima, hold on! I will definitely get you out!” he shouted desperately, his voice full of determination and reluctance.

However, fate was not kind to this master-disciple pair.

The spikes were as dense as raindrops, and despite Luorong Zadui’s best efforts, he couldn’t fully protect them both.

A spike pierced through his side, causing him to groan and stagger.

Soon after, several more spikes hit them.

Dalao Zhima’s body was pierced by several spikes, his eyes gradually dimming until he finally closed them.

Luorong Zadui stared at his deceased disciple, his heart filled with utmost sorrow and anger.

With his last ounce of strength, he swung his treasure sword and roared in the direction where Shi Feiyang was hiding, ”Shi Feiyang, you will die a horrible death!”

Before he finished speaking, a thick spike fell from the sky, piercing straight through his chest.

Luorong Zadui’s body shuddered violently, his treasure sword clattering to the ground, and he slowly fell, his breath fading in the smoke-filled, blood-scented passage.

Outside the Life and Death Gate, the cold wind howled like countless sharp ice sabers, whistling and cutting painfully across the face as it traversed the world.

Snow fell, covering the surrounding world in a silent, silver-white stillness.

Zhong Renwang, the Beggar Gang Leader, was crouched in the dark forest at that moment.

He had been lying in wait for a long time, and it felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his legs, with numbness spreading from his feet throughout his entire body, each muscle aching dimly.

Zhong Renwang was anxious, his mind burning as if by a fierce fire, yet he was apprehensive of the unknown terrors within the Life and Death Gate, not daring to act rashly.

Looking up, he saw martial arts masters, each with their own motives, stepping into that eerie and terrifying gate, seemingly an entrance to Hell. Time flowed like a gentle stream, quietly slipping away, yet the Life and Death Gate seemed like a greedy monster, devouring all who entered, with no one returning.

Zhong Renwang’s heart sunk, a chill rising from his feet to his head, causing him to shiver all over.

As the leader of a gang, he knew that if the ranks were thrown into chaos now, the morale would collapse completely.

So, he forced himself to calm down, striving to maintain a façade of composure.

After a while, he pretended to pull up his trousers, his steps as faltering as if treading on cotton, he slowly swaggered out of the forest.

The Beggar Gang Elders Ding Hong, Wu Lie, Wu Ao, and Wu Zan followed closely behind him, akin to loyal guards.

Their expressions were full of vigilance and unease, like startled birds, constantly on alert for any movement around them.

Dugu Yan, the Manor Master of Mingjian Manor, though graceful in posture, could not hide the loneliness and desolation in her appearance; Xie Zhichuan, the Young Manor Master of Divine Sword Manor, showed boredom on his face, as if nothing in the world could pique his interest.