Third in command, Hari Chagai, hailing from the infamous "Scorpion Sect" of the grasslands, had been practicing the "Scorpion Tail Whip Technique" since childhood, mastering this martial art to perfection. At this moment, the long whip in his hand was dancing wildly in the wind, the tip sharp as a scorpion's tail, flashing a cold light under the sunlight, and it was coated with deadly poison. Even a slight brush could cause instant poisoning to the enemy.

Witnessing the Grand Village Chief Batulu and the second in command Wu Liqi perishing under Shi Feiyang's unfathomable martial arts, Hari Chagai felt as if he had a pounding heart—uneven and unsettled, fear surging over him like a tide.

But as the third in command, if he retreated now, he would have no foothold in Jianghu in the future.

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and with a near-desperate roar, he swung the long whip and attacked Shi Feiyang frantically.

The long whip whistled and shuttled through the air, like a nimble and deadly poisonous snake, snapping crisply, and the sound was like thunder, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Where the whip tip passed, the originally lush green grass leaves were brutally severed, the cuts neat and smooth, the leaves slowly drifting down, akin to a silent elegy. Shi Feiyang's face was grave, facing the storm-like whip technique, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

He unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique that was renowned in Jianghu, "Golden Dragon Claws," with the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand seemingly coming to life, moving swiftly. For a moment, the saber light gleamed, the cold light all a glitter, like an impermeable silver saber web, firmly blocking Hari Chagai's long whip outside.

The long whip lashed against the saber web, sparks flying, making a piercing sound.

Shi Feiyang took the opportunity to perform the fourth step of the "Dragon Walk Seven Steps." With this step, his figure was like a phantom, instantly disappearing from the original place.

Hari Chagai only felt his vision blurred, and before he could react, Shi Feiyang appeared in front of him like a black lightning bolt.

Hari Chagai stared wide-eyed in horror, his pupils full of endless fear, his mouth wide open, yet unable to utter a sound.

The Celestial Frost Blade in Shi Feiyang's hand, with a fierce killing intent, slashed across Hari Chagai's throat like a silver ray.

Hari Chagai gurgled from his throat, as if struggling desperately, yet powerless to fight back.

His hands instinctively clutched his throat, trying to stop the continuously gushing blood, but all was in vain. Blood gushed out between his fingers, his gaze gradually dimming, his body slowly falling, heavily onto the grass, raising a cloud of dust.

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, witnessing Shi Feiyang's divine might, felt their blood boil, unwilling to lag behind.

Miao Menlong, as the "Divine Archer," boasted archery skills unmatched in Jianghu. He held a strong bow, the bow body made of Thousand-Year Cold Iron, incomparably tough.

At this moment, he executed the "Chasing Stars, Pursuing Moon" technique from the "Three Ultimate Arrows." His posture was steady, like a towering mountain, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He slowly drew the bowstring, the bowstring forming a full moon shape, the muscles on his arms bulging, showing tremendous strength.

Arrows in his hand, like nimble meteors, whistled through the air, accurately striking the bandits on horseback. Each arrow released was accompanied by a bandit's shrill scream.

Shot bandits were either pierced through the throat, blood spurting out like a fountain; or hit in the chest, falling backward heavily from the horseback onto the ground; or their mounts were struck, causing the frightened horses to throw off the bandits, who then rolled and struggled on the ground.

For a while, the bandit camp was in chaos, people and horses overturning, with shouts and neighs intertwined.

Shan Zhi then executed the "Plum Blossom Dart" technique, his hands as nimble as butterflies, quickly weaving through the dart pouch at his waist.

The Plum Blossom Darts in his hands flew out like snowflakes, each dart flashing with a cold light, carrying a deadly aura.

These Plum Blossom Darts, under the moonlight, flashed with an eerie glow, like meteors streaking across the battlefield.

Shan Zhi's intricate maneuvers assured each dart hit its mark; some bandits were blinded, clutching their eyes and rolling in agony on the ground; others were struck in the throat, instantly dying; some hit in the wrist, dropping their weapons, losing the ability to resist. The bandits, caught off guard, showed looks of horror, fleeing in all directions, yet finding nowhere to escape.

Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua, on the edge of this "slaughterhouse," focused entirely on protecting the children and Little Yu Yan.

Lin Wanqing held a Long Sword, forged from celestial meteor iron, with a cold light, exuding a chilling aura.

Her swordsmanship was light and agile, like a dancing fairy in spring, yet concealed a deadly menace.

Whenever a bandit attempted to approach, she lightly wielded the Long Sword, with its blossoms flashing, the movements natural as drifting clouds and flowing water.

Despite not realizing fully her sword moves, bandits ended up with a sword throat seal, blood gushing from their throats, slowly falling down.

Liu Guihua wielded a long whip, her technique fierce and sharp, the whip tip flying like a Spiritual Snake, whistling with the wind.

Each lash left a deep bloody mark on the bandits, skin torn and bones visible.

Those struck bandits rolled on the grass in agony, emitting shrill cries, eventually succumbing to death from excessive blood loss.

In the repeated skirmishes with the bandits, both Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua clearly felt their power had indeed increased a hundredfold, vanquishing foes as if cutting melons and vegetables, effortlessly.