King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 417: Chapter 160: Yangtze River Blood Moon: Zhong Renwang’s Furious Revenge

Shi Feiyang was the brightest star in her heart. Her heart was filled with admiration and longing for him, emotions surging like tidewaters, hard to contain.

At the same time, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen executed the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique,” his entire being like a wisp of ethereal smoke, leisurely gliding over the riverside camp. The moonlight was like water, spilling over him. His figure was faintly discernible under the moonlight, like a specter. His presence almost merged with the night, making it difficult to detect.

His movements were light and agile, each shift of his form without a hint of sound. The Beggar Sect disciples were entirely unaware of the sharp eyes observing their every move overhead. Xie Wen lurked like a ghost in the night sky, silently and invisibly monitoring everything to ensure the camp’s safety.

Xie Wen’s toes lightly touched the ground, like a willow catkin blown by the wind, quickly shuttling between the tents, sometimes spiraling, sometimes dashing. His extraordinary Lightweight Technique was admirable, merging with the night, becoming part of the darkness.

His figure flickered in the night like a night-roaming spirit, straddling the edge of light and darkness.

The night descended like a giant black satin, slowly covering the entire Yangtze River bank.

Zhong Renwang and others began to act according to the plan.

They moved like ghosts in the night, noiselessly threading through the shadows by the river, preparing to carry out their secret mission.

Wu Ce led a group of ghostly followers, like lurking poisonous snakes, quietly approaching the Heroic Sakura Association’s warships. They were like beasts of the night, holding their breath, step by step closing in on the target, ready to launch a deadly strike.

They carried buckets filled with kerosene, skillfully pouring it over the linked ships.

Wu Ce’s gaze was cold, the fire stick in his hand flickering with a dim light in the darkness.

He suddenly threw the fire stick onto the warship. In an instant, the fire roared to life, blazing upward, like a rising fierce sun, illuminating the entire river surface. The firelight shone on their faces, revealing a certain resolution and ruthlessness.

The fire raged like a ferocious fire dragon, rapidly spreading. The warships burned with crackling sounds, sparks flying, waves of heat surging forth. The flames, like a frenzied beast, devoured everything, turning the night a fiery red.

The heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association saw the warship catching fire and understood. They feigned panic.

Like frightened birds, they scattered in all directions, creating an illusion of chaos.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were resolute, nodding slightly as a signal. The heroes immediately led three thousand disciples hurriedly onto the ships, putting on a show of frantic urgency to extinguish the fire and escape. The Beggar Sect disciples, swordsmen from Divine Sword Manor, and disciples from Huashan Sect saw this, eyes flashing with greed and excitement, thinking an opportunity had arrived. Like hungry wolves spotting prey, they rushed in for the kill.

They were like a pack of sharks drawn by the scent of blood, relentlessly pursuing.

”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen seized the opportunity, instantly using the ”Liuying Crossing” technique.

His figure moved rapidly between the burning ship masts, so fast it was dizzying. Continuously passing on barrels of gunpowder, he was like a nimble firebird, surrounded by a halo of flames under the glow of the fire, yet never getting burned.

His movements were light and swift, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, leaving behind trails of dazzling brilliance.

Xie Wen flipped in the air like a swift swallow skimming the water, landing lightly on a burning mast. His toes gently tapped, borrowing force to leap to another mast, skillfully delivering the gunpowder barrel to the designated place. His actions were fluid and seamless, fully showcasing his outstanding Lightweight Technique and exceptional bravery.

Every move he made was filled with power and grace, like a dancer twirling gracefully on stage.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong then activated the Inner Power of the ”Six Harmonies True Scripture,” his aura suddenly becoming rich and profound.

He shouted loudly, using the ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm,” fiercely battling against Wu Ce, who was wielding the ”Poisonous Flood Dragon Technique.”

Their palm winds were like a raging storm, each strike containing great power, causing the surrounding air to hum with vibrations.

Wu Zhong’s iron palm was forceful and vigorous, each strike accompanied by a whistling wind, seemingly capable of tearing through the air.

His palm was like it was forged from steel, carrying tremendous force, attacking Wu Ce with speed and power.

Each swing seemed to make the ground vibrate slightly; his palm wind was strong enough to tremble the air around it.

Wu Ce, relying on the cunning of the ”Poisonous Flood Dragon Technique,” moved like a phantom, continuously dodging Wu Zhong’s attacks.

A strange, dark green glow emanated from his body, the light like a decaying swamp, exuding a nauseating odor.

His movements were light and fast, as if leaving behind elusive afterimages in the air.

Whenever Wu Zhong’s iron palm was about to hit him, he would cleverly sidestep, then seize the opportunity to counterattack, his palms carrying dark green toxic energy, aiming at Wu Zhong’s vital spots.

The two exchanged blows fiercely, neither yielding, the surrounding air twisting due to their intense battle, emitting a humming sound.

Every time Wu Zhong struck, the ground trembled slightly, while Wu Ce left a dark green afterimage with every dodge and counterattack.

The surface of the Yangtze River was filled with a tense and intense atmosphere.