Shi Feiyang saw that the heroes had successfully reached the mountaintop, so he lightly tapped his foot and executed the exquisite "Thousand Miles No Stay" lightweight technique.

His movements were agile, and his toes barely touched the protruding rocks like a dragonfly touching the water, leaving only the sound of his clothes flapping as he gracefully landed on the treacherous Eagle Beak Rock.

At this moment, the Eagle Beak Rock was shrouded in a thick mist as dark as ink, swirling mysteriously among the jagged rocks, concealing everything in its surroundings in chaos. Each massive stone was cloaked in mist, its outline barely visible, resembling a dormant, mysterious beast ready to awaken and deliver a lethal blow.

After landing, Shi Feiyang looked around warily, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his deep eyes. After reuniting with the others, they set off together toward the original station of the Snow Eagle Castle's sentry.

Upon reaching the destination, Shi Feiyang looked intently, but could not find any trace of Liu Yanran and her daughter Liu Tingting. His lips pressed tightly together, revealing a hint of disappointment and unwillingness on his face.

His long-cherished "Sunflower Saintess" Liu Tingting was the main reason he postponed his journey south, hoping to reunite here, but his hopes were dashed. Moreover, Wu Wei, the hostage he intended to rescue, was also nowhere to be found.

Unexpectedly, the person who appeared before Shi Feiyang and the others was Feng Yuanlong, known in the Liaodong Martial World for his ruthless and cruel methods, the "Poisonous Hand Snake King."

Feng Yuanlong had a burly build, and his black robe fluttered like a pressing dark cloud, exuding a chilling aura. His face was gaunt, with prominent cheekbones exaggeratedly jutting out, and his eyes were like stars in a cold night, a gaze as sharp as a blade.

At this moment, Feng Yuanlong folded his arms across his chest, his fingers rhythmically tapping his arms, with a faint cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He approached step by step, each step steady and powerful, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

His hands were hidden in his wide sleeves, fingers slightly bent, ready to unleash deadly poison at any moment, sending chills down one's spine.

As Feng Yuanlong made his appearance, the already dense mist surged even more vigorously, seemingly attracted by the evil aura emanating from him, converging around him to form an even more enigmatic aura.

Feng Yuanlong and his disciples quickly surrounded Shi Feiyang and the others, wearing cruel smiles on their faces, with eyes full of disdain and provocation, as if Shi Feiyang and the rest were already at their mercy.

After Feng Yuanlong stood still, he slightly raised his head, letting out a low, raspy sound, like an owl's mournful cry in the dark, carrying an undeniable cold authority: "Shi Feiyang, with your actions today, are you intending to oppose the entire Liaodong Martial Arts?"

Gong Simeng's heart tightened abruptly, as if an icy iron hand had gripped it tightly, pounding wildly, almost tearing through her chest.

Her eyes widened instantly, her face drained of color, turning as white as paper.

Instinctively, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, the stabbing pain unnoticed. Her body trembled slightly, involuntarily shrinking behind Shi Feiyang, her eyes full of fear and panic.

At this time, amidst the fog, a faint, eerie sound emerged, like the low hum of some mysterious creature or a curse from a distant place, amplifying the already tense atmosphere with mystery and fear.

Shi Feiyang's lips curled into a mocking cold smile, full of sarcasm and defiance.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes revealing an innate arrogance, speaking in a measured tone: "Feng Yuanlong, you overestimate yourself. Your so-called Liaodong Martial Arts is merely a motley crew; why should I, Shi Feiyang, fear them?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuanlong's already gloomy face turned even darker, his eyes blazing like copper bells, veins bulging on his forehead, steaming with ire, as if he wished to devour Shi Feiyang alive.

"Haha!" Wu Chi let out a piercing laugh, shaking his head as he laughed, the fat on his face trembling along.

He placed his hands on his hips, took two steps forward, his tone full of disdain towards Shi Feiyang, then exaggeratedly and mockingly described Feng Yuanlong's esteemed position in the Martial Arts world, his words oozing with contempt for Shi Feiyang's ignorance.

He unceremoniously informed Shi Feiyang that only by passing this test would he be eligible to see Lady Liu at the next stage, otherwise, he would be buried alive on this Eagle Beak Rock, exposed to the wilderness.

Xiao Lingling, Wu Zhong, Gong Simeng, and others in the martial arts community were raging with fury, Xiao Lingling's brows furrowed, her eyes ablaze with anger. She bit her lip, gripping the Mandarin Duck Dual Sabers tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, poised to rush forward and shred Wu Chi to pieces.

Wu Zhong's face flushed red, his chest heaving violently, he stepped forward suddenly, pointing his thick arm at Wu Chi's nose, shouting loudly: "You despicable man, how dare you betray the martial arts code of honor!"

Gong Simeng hid behind Shi Feiyang, peering out to glare angrily at Wu Chi, her eyes burning with hatred as if to incinerate him.

Yet, amidst the heroes' furious denunciations, Wu Chi remained indifferent, curling his lip, with a mocking cold smile at the corner of his mouth, folding his arms as he slowly turned, coldly sweeping his gaze over the gathered heroes, his eyes full of disdain and provocation, silently challenging: "What can you ants do to me?"

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