In an instant, an invisible yet terrifyingly powerful force spread out from Shi Feiyang as the center, surging widely.

The masked assassin holding a sword to stab forward felt a chill rush from his feet to the top of his head, causing him to shudder as if grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand. Immediately, a layer of frost quickly formed on his body, and in the blink of an eye, he shattered into ice fragments, scattering on the ground like broken glass, bloody and terrifying.

Shi Feiyang executed the mysterious Lightweight Technique of "Deep Concealment of Body and Name", his figure flickering like a black lightning streaking across the night sky, dazzling to behold.

With his right hand, he performed "Golden Dragon Coiling Claw" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, wielding his palm like a saber despite having no blade in hand.

The palm wind was as sharp as a saber, each swing bringing about a whistling sound.

At the same time, his left hand executed "Divine Dragon Claw", performing "Dragon Leaps into Abyss", his left hand reaching out like a divine dragon emerging from the sea, immensely swift. He knocked aside an assassin’s iron saber with a single palm, causing it to buzz and almost slip from the grasp.

Then, with a swift grab, he instantly fractured the shoulder blade of the masked assassin, who let out a piercing scream that echoed through the tent. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Shi Feiyang took the momentum to kick this person away, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a pile of tables and chairs.

His movements uninterrupted, Shi Feiyang used his palm as a blade. With a horizontal slash, a glint of cold light flashed, severing a masked assassin’s neck, the head flying high, tracing a bizarre arc in the sky, and sailing tens of meters away.

The headless body continued to spurt fresh blood, creating a scene so horrifying it chilled the very soul.

The leading few masked assassins saw this, exchanged glances, and a trace of ferocity flashed in their eyes.

They simultaneously performed the "Raging Wind Saber Technique", and in that moment, the sabers gleamed, slashing toward Shi Feiyang like a raging storm.

The winds of the blades howled, carrying a tremendous sense of oppression, as if trying to engulf Shi Feiyang.

However, Shi Feiyang remained fearless, executing the "Dragon Steps" specialty of "Divine Dragon Claw" to specifically counter gang attacks, with his right hand still wielding his palm as a saber, dancing to shield himself, the shadow of his palm flickering intricately, leaving no gaps, deflecting all incoming saber glints.

His left hand unleashed "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens", forming a powerful vortex with True Qi of Bright Jade Technique.

The vortex resembled a bottomless black hole, exuding a terrifying allure.

The enemy blades were swept by this vortex, skewed and deflected, producing clangs.

Subsequently, each step Shi Feiyang took was imbued with great momentum, as if breaking through the void.

He reached out and killed a masked assassin; no matter how fierce their "Raging Wind Saber Techniques" were, it was futile.

Each of their saber strikes was misaligned and skewed by the True Qi vortex of the Bright Jade Technique.

They themselves inexplicably had their wrists snapped, shoulder blades crushed, and even throats pierced by Shi Feiyang.

In an instant, the sound of "crack" was like continuous thunder, exceptionally piercing in the deathly still night sky.

The seven leading masked assassins, under Shi Feiyang’s invincible Divine Dragon Claw, were all mercilessly slaughtered without exception.

Their bodies twisted like ragged dolls, blood gushing out like a dam burst, pooling into thick, dark red puddles on the ground in the blink of an eye, the bloody stench materializing into a fog that filled the entire tent, so intense it made one’s stomach churn, nearly to the point of vomiting.

The remaining masked assassins were so terrified they felt as if their livers and gallbladders would burst, their eyes full of fear and desperation, completely devoid of will to fight. They frantically leapt out of the battle circle, fleeing like scattered dogs, disappearing into the vast night within moments, leaving behind only chaos and bloodshed.

Princess Gugela witnessed this thrilling battle, utterly mesmerized.

The unparalleled martial arts and fearless spirit Shi Feiyang displayed in the bloody fight made her passion for him burn ever brighter.

Her eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang, filled with admiration and infatuation, and she couldn’t help but sigh in her heart: "How can there be such a heroic champion standing tall and upright in this world? Hero Shi is truly a god among men, making one irresistibly enamored."

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, carrying Ha-ha Map, descended lightly like a snowflake to the ground.

As soon as Ha-ha Map’s feet touched the ground, he quickly clasped his fists and bowed deeply in gratitude to Shi Feiyang, his face full of sincerity, saying earnestly, "Hero Shi, if it weren’t for your righteous intervention today, this old life of mine, Ha-ha Map, would have long been lost. Your great kindness I will remember forever, never to be forgotten!" Shi Feiyang’s mouth curled into a modest and carefree smile, returning the courtesy: "Chief Ha-ha Map, there’s no need for formality. Drawing one’s saber to help when seeing injustice is the code of us Jianghu folk. Today’s matter was merely a trivial effort, not worth mentioning."

Ha-ha Map admired Shi Feiyang even more for his generous and bold demeanor.

He immediately ordered the guards to set up a lavish banquet once more, warmly entertaining the heroes of the great eagle, Princess Gugela, and her maids.

At the banquet, the aroma of fine wine wafted, delicious dishes filled the table, and everyone exchanged toasts amid laughter and chatter.

However, all banquets eventually come to an end, and after it concluded, departures were inevitable. Ha-ha Map presented Princess Gugela with some money and provisions. Though not abundant, it was filled with the earnest wish of the Ordos Tribe to form a lasting alliance with the Lindan Tribe.

Stepping out of the tent, the night was dark, and the cold wind cut like a sword, whipping mercilessly.