King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 182: Chapter 118: Journey to Suzhou Amidst Storm and Danger: Shi Feiyang Ambushed, Peril All Around_3

The raindrops pounded on the ground, splashing layers of water that blurred everyone’s vision. The world was shrouded in a violent curtain of rain, as if covered by a mysterious veil, obscuring the path ahead, filled with unknowns and fear.

Just as everyone was trapped in an old inn, full of worries, several shadows appeared like phantoms from the depths of the rain.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a group of masked men dressed in black, their figures appearing and disappearing in the storm, like specters moving through the darkness. Each step they took landed in puddles without making a single superfluous sound, resembling messengers from the Hell Abyss, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive, with the scent of death pervading the air.

Shi Feiyang’s heart tightened suddenly, becoming instantly alert, fully aware that danger had arrived.

He quickly turned his head, looking firmly at the majestic White Tiger and the extraordinary Vermilion Bird beside him, shouting loudly, ”Protect Miss Gong and Miss Lin!” His voice was as loud as thunder, able to be heard clearly in the wind and rain, carrying an undeniable authority.

The White Tiger raised its head and let out a deafening roar, ”Aoo—” The sound seemed to shatter the heavens, making the earth tremble.

Its entire body bristled with erect fur, like a towering mountain, standing firmly in front of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing.

Its bell-like eyes gleamed with a fierce light, staring intently at the enemies in front, as if about to devour them alive.

Its teeth glinted coldly in the dim light, ready to tear at the enemy’s throat at any moment.

The Vermilion Bird spread its enormous, flaming wings, tightly shielding the two ladies beneath its wings. The scorching flames leaped fiercely around its body, clashing with the icy rain, emitting a ”sizzling” sound, akin to a fierce contest between water and fire.

The flames flickered in the rain but never extinguished, instead growing even more intense, demonstrating their might to the rain and the enemies.

Shi Feiyang crossed his palms and activated the Bright Jade Technique. In a flash, powerful Inner Strength surged within him like a rushing torrent, his aura soaring suddenly, like a volcano about to erupt.

Determination and resolve flashed in his eyes as he unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, his figure like a black lightning bolt, diving into the inky rain curtain, engaging in a thrilling battle with the masked men.

His right hand was like a black phantom, reaching out as fast as lightning, executing a move called ”Dragon Shadow Capturing Hand.”

This move was extremely fast, and its power was astonishing, directly targeting a masked man’s throat.

The masked man had no time to react, only feeling a sudden tightness in his throat, as if clamped by an iron vice. Then, a crisp ”crack” rang out in the rain, distinct amid the tumultuous noise of wind and rain.

His throat was crushed by Shi Feiyang. Blood gushed out like a fountain, mixing with the rainwater, forming striking streaks of blood that appeared particularly terrifying in the dim light and rain.

The masked man’s body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the muddy water, splashing murky water all over his body, cloaking him in a layer of filth.

Shi Feiyang’s attacks continued relentlessly like a storm, his figure twisting like a ghost. His left hand struck out with overwhelming force, executing a move called ”Dragon Claw Chest Split.”

This palm strike contained the force of ten thousand catties, akin to a tall mountain collapsing with a loud bang, directly aiming at another masked man’s chest.

The masked man’s chest caved in instantly like shattered tiles under this terrifying force, with all the ribs breaking, emitting ”crack crack” sounds—frail bones groaning in pain.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, forming a shocking arc in the rain. The blood, washed by the rain, gradually thinned but still could not hide its terrifying aura.

His entire body was flung several zhangs away by this tremendous force, slamming heavily into the street wall, which caved in, forming a human-shaped dent, with bricks falling patteringly, mourning this brutal battle.

However, these masked men were clearly rigorously trained, cooperating seamlessly like a precisely operating machine.

The fall of their comrades did not make them retreat in the slightest; rather, they attacked Shi Feiyang even more crazily, like a barrel of gunpowder ignited. Their eyes gleamed with fanaticism and ruthlessness, their steps steady and swift, moving freely in the wind and rain.

Shi Feiyang’s deep eyes shone with determination and fearlessness, like the brightest star in the night sky, sparkling in the darkness.

His agile figure wove effortlessly through the crowd like a fish in water, each movement accompanied by the sound of whistling wind. Every strike brought forth a piercing scream and the sound of bones breaking—a ”crack” that was exceptionally clear amid the howling wind and rain.

He executed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique to perfection, continuously employing moves like ”Dragon Neck Throat Lock” and ”Dragon Tail Whip.” His hands were like two agile and deadly divine dragons, gleaming with cold light in the rain, leaving a bloody mess wherever they went.