King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 415: Chapter 160: Yangtze River Blood Moon: Zhong Renwang’s Mad Revenge (Part 2)

”Water Dragon” Jin Liufu stealthily entered the water, closely coordinating with Shi Feiyang to investigate the enemy’s situation.

The two of them discovered the ironclad evidence of Yang Yinglong’s collusion with the Japanese pirates: fragments of the Japanese Saber and sea charts!

This reinforced their determination to expose the conspiracy.

They knew that this was not just for justice, but also to protect innocent people from the ravages of war.

Qi Meizhen gazed at Shi Feiyang’s gallant figure on the water’s surface, her admiration growing ever stronger, and she murmured to herself, ”The Grand Squad Leader is truly formidable, such a Supreme Lightness Technique, how many in the world could match?”

Her eyes were filled with reverence and adoration; in her heart, Shi Feiyang was the invincible hero.

Shi Feiyang’s image grew more majestic in Qi Meizhen’s heart, a guardian spirit of the land, making her feel incredibly safe and warm.

On an autumn night, the Yangtze River resembled a dormant ancient dragon, shrouded in the depths of night, emanating a chilling aura of mystery and danger.

The sense of awe seemed to pierce the soul, stirring a deep-seated feeling of reverence.

The flow of the river echoed like a dragon’s breath, heavy and powerful, leaving no room for the slightest relaxation.

Moonlight, as gentle as water, spilled softly over the river, with ripple-like silver specks playfully dancing on the surface.

Yet beneath this beautiful scenery, hidden currents seemed to harbor unknown secrets, making one instinctively wary.

Fog wafted over the river surface like a thin, gauzy veil, enveloping everything and lending the ancient river an ethereal beauty. However, the beauty of this scene also evoked a sense of unease, as if stepping into a perilous world filled with mystery and challenge.

On the shore, the withered reeds shivered violently in the piercing autumn wind, rustling ominously, like trapped ghosts whispering of impending crisis.

The sound carried threads of chill, snaking through the ear canal and piercing to the core, prompting an involuntary shiver, as if sensing a coming storm.

Shi Feiyang and Jin Liufu floated up from the water, soaked through, droplets streaming down their resolute faces, tangled hair, and hems. Under the sun’s rays, their bodies glistened with waterlight, resembling sea gods emerging from the ocean, exuding an aura of inviolable majesty.

At this moment, Wu Zhong was full of anger, his brows furrowed tightly into the shape of a ”川”, eyes filled with anxiety and urgency.

He rushed over, his voice brimming with uncontrollable shock, reporting to Shi Feiyang, ”Grand Squad Leader, major trouble! Our warship has been ravaged extensively and is now completely unseaworthy!”

Shi Feiyang, upon hearing the news, remained calm and composed. Despite the critical situation, his steady demeanor suggested that even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, he wouldn’t change his expression.

His gaze conveyed an unwavering belief, where no obstacle could sway his determination.

He slightly inclined his head, his lips curving into a confident and assured smile, responding steadily to Wu Zhong, ”No worries, we’ll set up camp by the shore. Don’t be concerned, tomorrow, friends from the Jianghu will come to our aid and provide us with ships.”

The heroes, though filled with doubt and unease, were influenced by Shi Feiyang’s strong aura and composed attitude, hesitated momentarily but no longer questioned further. They believed that as long as Shi Feiyang was there, no difficulty was insurmountable.

Then, following Shi Feiyang’s instructions, they led three thousand disciples methodically transporting money, weapons, horses, and other vital resources to the shore, beginning to pitch tents, camp, prepare meals, and meticulously plan for the upcoming actions.

Before long, cooking smoke rose gently on the shore, swayed by the autumn breezes, adding a rare touch of life to the tense and oppressive atmosphere, yet also concealing the ominous storm looming.

In the dark, shadowy woods nearby, news of the deaths of Fujia soldiers’ generals Wu Chenghui, Wu Zuowei, Wu Xiang, and Wu San was being reported by returning Fujia soldiers to the Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang, Beggar Gang Elder Ding Hong, Beggar Gang Elder Wu Ce, Divine Sword Manor Young Manor Master Xie Zhichuan, Huashan Sect Leader Tang Zihan, Flying Eagle Gang Leader He Kezhou, Flying Eagle Gang Vice Leader Shan Xue, Flying Eagle Gang Vice Leader Shan Bing, Golden Spear Association Elder Yang Lu, and Golden Spear Association Elder Yang Guan.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Renwang’s complexion instantly turned as dark as ink, like the suffocating clouds before a storm that seemed ready to collapse at any moment. His gaze brimming with fiery anger, as if intending to burn everything away.

He grit his teeth, making a crunching sound, shouted fiercely, ”That madman Shi Feiyang dared to be so aggressive, killing my Beggar Sect disciples. If I don’t avenge this, how can I, Zhong Renwang, have the face to live in this world!”

With that, he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, veins protruding on his hands like angry little snakes, his eyes shooting cold, sharp glances, as if able to pierce through anything instantly.

Wu Ce, upon knowing his beloved disciple met with misfortune, was consumed with grief and anger, as if struck by a thunderclap, his sorrow and fury engulfing him completely. His features contorted beyond recognition, his facial features nearly squeezed together, as if possessed by a demon, creating a fearsome expression that induced dread.