The spectators were stunned by the scene before them. Zhong Renwang, the leader of the Beggar Gang, had his mouth wide open, almost large enough to fit a fist, his eyes wide with shock, witnessing the most unbelievable event in his life.

Zhong Renwang unconsciously clenched his hands, his palms slick with sweat mixed with rain, a reflection of the turmoil in his heart.

He could never have imagined Shi Feiyang to be so formidable, able to defeat the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Xie Luo Jia, in such a humiliating manner, leaving no room for retaliation; it was like a dream, making him question his own eyes.

He pondered in his heart, worrying that Shi Feiyang might stir up great waves in the martial world in the future, a hint of concern rising within him.

"How... how is this possible?" Zhao Xianming, the Sect Leader of the Cloudstepping Sword, murmured to himself, disbelief evident in his eyes, as if he were in a dream. His body trembled slightly, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His hands expressed the shock that filled his heart.

He had initially thought that Xie Luo Jia's Thirteen Life-taking Swords were invincible, but he never expected Shi Feiyang's martial arts to be even superior, like a towering mountain he could only gaze up at but never climb.

A look of awe appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but respect Shi Feiyang, simultaneously contemplating the changes this fierce battle might bring to the martial world, filled with confusion and unease.

The four elders of the Beggar Gang, Ding Hong, Wu Chengguang, Guo Mao, and Li ManCang, looked at each other with faces full of shock and worry.

They exchanged glances, each showing signs of unease in their eyes.

They understood that the outcome of this fierce battle would have a massive impact on the entire martial world, like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, inevitably causing great waves, changing the configuration of the martial world.

Their brows furrowed, faces lined with anxiety, concerned about the future direction of the martial world, unsure of the chain reactions this upheaval would trigger, filled with anxiety and confusion.

The surrounding martial artists were also engaging in continuous discussions, their voices rising and falling, echoing in the wind and rain.

Everyone's face was etched with shock and confusion, shattering their understanding of the martial world, plunging them into deep thought, as if the future of the entire martial arts world was hanging on this moment.

The fierce wind carried the torrential rain, roaring across the land like an enraged beast.

The large raindrops fell like dense pebbles, pattering and thudding, making the surrounding objects 'bang' loudly.

At this moment, Xie Luo Jia, amidst the intense storm, initially felt a coldness creeping in like strands of ice silk, quietly penetrating his skin, slowly coursing along his meridians, bringing a slight sting wherever it passed, as if countless tiny ice needles were gently piercing him.

Suddenly, this coldness intensified, like countless ice needles piercing into his body from all directions, each one penetrating his acupuncture points directly.

In an instant, an excruciating pain erupted from his acupuncture points, spreading throughout his body like surging tides.

The pain seemed to originate from the deepest part of his soul, resembling countless greedy little worms, initially gnawing cautiously at the edges of his soul, then growing increasingly frenzied, burrowing towards the core of his soul, rendering Xie Luo Jia's consciousness gradually hazy, as if plunging into an endless dark abyss, the world before his eyes becoming blurred.

In the sky, a lightning bolt sliced through the pitch-black night like a sharp blade, instantly illuminating the world, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, a 'boom' that seemed to shatter the heavens and earth.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Xie Luo Jia's body involuntarily trembled slightly, as if shivering from a cold breeze.

Gradually, the trembling became more violent, under the onslaught of the wind, like a flickering candle in the storm, on the verge of extinguishment, every cell in Xie Luo Jia's body moaned in pain from the intense trembling.

Xie Luo Jia's expression twisted slightly at first, then his features contorted tightly together from the extreme pain, as if captured by the claws of a demon, no matter how much he struggled, unable to break free from this shadow-like abyss of pain.

His heart yearned desperately to struggle, attempting to break free from this nightmarish torment, but his body seemed to be held under a Body Stasis Spell, refusing to obey, as if tightly bound by an invisible yet indestructible force, akin to a beast trapped in a sealed cage, bound tightly by coarse ropes, filled with an intense desire to struggle, yet powerless to resist.

Rainwater streamed continuously down Xie Luo Jia's cheeks, mingling with his tears of agony, indistinguishable from each other.

The fierce wind howled past, as if mocking him, the sound like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, adding a touch of desolation.

This agony was like a sharp saw, tearing back and forth between Xie Luo Jia's body and soul, the intensity of the pain deepening wave after wave, making it almost unbearable for him.

Xie Luo Jia's breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath seemed to tug at the pain within his body, resulting in pained gasps, more faint under the cover of the wind and rain.

At this moment, Xie Luo Jia's painful groans intermittently broke through the roaring storm.

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