King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 442: Chapter 165: Daring the Dragon’s Lair: Shi Feiyang Sheds Blood at the Headquarter to Protect His Brothers

The crowd dispersed, night fell deep, and all was silent.

Shi Feiyang and Qi Meizhen walked hand in hand into the tent, which was filled with a warm atmosphere.

The moonlight was like water, gently pouring in from the window, cloaking the lovers who had weathered storms with a dreamy and ethereal silver light.

Shi Feiyang gently embraced Qi Meizhen, his movements so soft as if he were cradling a rare treasure.

He felt Qi Meizhen’s warm body and even breathing, an indescribable sense of happiness surged in his heart, as if all the troubles in the world had vanished. Qi Meizhen nestled tightly in his arms, her face beaming with a satisfied and peaceful smile, a smile as radiant and beautiful as flowers in spring. At this moment, she seemed to possess the entire world, all weariness and worries had disappeared.

On this tranquil night, they embraced each other lovingly, without words, their heartbeats intertwined, expressing endless love.

Their hearts were closely connected, in this quietness, they had merged into one, leaving the hustle and danger of the outside world far behind, savoring the warmth and profound love they gave each other.

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight fell gently like golden threads over the camp.

The camp was already bustling, with the heroes collaborating in an orderly manner according to the plan. Some carefully polished their weapons to maximize their effectiveness in battle; some donned disguises, quietly leaving the camp to gather information from various places; others tended to the wounded brothers, hoping they would recover soon and return to the battlefield.

Shi Feiyang stood on high ground, looking firmly at this busy scene, a surge of unexplainable heroism rising in his heart.

That night, the sky was as black as ink, like a gigantic black silk shroud enveloping the earth.

Shi Feiyang led his two good brothers—the ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen and the ”Iron Flute Scholar” Xiang Kun—embarking on the journey to the dense woods along the middle section of the Chishui River.

Qi Meizhen stood at the camp’s gate, seeing Shi Feiyang off.

Her eyes were full of worry, with tears welling up in them.

She fixed her gaze on Shi Feiyang’s departing figure, silently praying for her husband’s safe return.

After her husband left, Qi Meizhen tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She got up, organizing the Heroic Sakura Association disciples overnight to train in the ”Six Harmonies Saber Array.”

Her posture was agile, weaving among the disciples, her voice crisp and firm, continuously correcting the disciples’ movements.

The Chishui River roared powerfully in the darkness, the water’s low and forceful roar was like the earth’s fury or the tale of the vicissitudes this land had endured.

The woods by the river bank appeared eerie and menacing, tall trees with entwined branches and leaves almost obscured the entire sky, resembling a giant green cage. Moonlight spilled through the gaps between the leaves, casting dappled light and shadows, like broken silver mirrors on the ground, adding an air of mystery and eerie beauty to the woods.

Shi Feiyang and his companions cautiously snuck into this mysterious forest, their figures ghostly in the dark, each step taken with extreme care to avoid alarming hidden foes.

However, as soon as they approached the Blood Evil Gang’s headquarter, they encountered a fierce attack. Lining the ambush were Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Wu Ce, Tang Zihan, Xie Zhichuan, He Kezhou, Shan Xue, Shan Bing, Yang Lu, Yang Guan, along with the Gatekeeper Tonggu Weng and the Flying Rope General.

They had long set up layers of ambush, like hunting beasts, quietly waiting for Shi Feiyang’s arrival.

This was not accidental, but a carefully orchestrated plot by Zhong Renwang.

Zhong Renwang, an old Jianghu hand with thirty years of roaming experience, rich in experience and wide in connections, knew well Shi Feiyang’s hatred for evil, predicting he would certainly come to the Blood Evil Gang’s headquarter.

So, relying on his reputation and means in Jianghu, he spared no effort and expended substantial energy and resources to enlist the two top experts from Bozhou—Tonggu Weng and the Flying Rope General—to significantly increase the odds of this ambush’s success.

He, like a shrewd old fox, meticulously laid out the plan, having captured a few disciples previously sent by the Heroic Sakura Association to scout, completely understanding the situation, now waiting for Shi Feiyang to walk into the trap.

At this time, the ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen and the ”Iron Flute Scholar” Xiang Kun misinterpreted Bai Zhi’s intentions.

They silently cursed Bai Zhi, believing she used her beauty to seduce their young Grand Squad Leader Shi Feiyang into a trap. Little did they know, all of this was the intricate scheme of that sly old Zhong Renwang.

Tonggu Weng, burly as a small mountain, held a quaint, elegant copper drum in his hand.

Once struck, its sound was exceedingly loud, enough to deafen. His Broken Jade Flute Technique was extraordinarily powerful, the soundwaves like sharp blades, whistling through the air, shattering anything they touched, even the hardest ground cracking into large fissures.

The Flying Rope General’s skill was so intricate, it was nearly impossible to guard against. He had set up many flying ropes on the cliff, like lurking venomous snakes, ready to strike at any moment. With swift movements, he wove through the flying ropes, making it difficult for anyone to grasp his actions.

In the midst of enemies, Shi Feiyang remained composed and unruffled, like a towering mountain, as steady as Mount Tai.

He swiftly drew the Celestial Frost Blade, its gleam like lightning. When he activated the Bright Jade Technique, a layer of frost immediately covered him, its radiance dazzling, its chill biting, enough to make one’s teeth chatter.