King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 448: Chapter 166: Shi Feiyang the Lone Hero: Eliminating the Blood Evil Gang, Breaking Through Flying Tiger Pass, and Rescuing Thirty Thousand Ming Troops

He swiftly waved his left palm, the shadows of his palm overlapping, each strike carrying incredible power.

His palm instantly transformed into countless golden shadows, elusive and mysterious.

Every move contained the force of thunder, making one worry for his opponent.

The people of the ”Blood Evil Gang” only saw flashes of golden light before their eyes, unable to discern Shi Feiyang’s moves at all.

Wu Ce wanted to block, but unexpectedly, Shi Feiyang struck him down with one palm, instantly killing him, and he fell into a pool of blood.

Wu Ce’s face still held a trace of astonishment, as if in his last moment, he truly realized the terrifying nature of Shi Feiyang.

The ground around seemed to be turned upside down by an invisible force, dust flying, leaves and pebbles swirling chaotically in the air.

The entire Headquarter turned into chaos.

The originally quiet night was broken by this sudden chaos.

Wu Ce’s body lay on the ground, blood gushing from his wound, quickly forming a dark red pool of blood on the ground.

His body had lost the warmth of life, lying there silently, voicing the brutality of this battle.

The pool of blood mixed with fallen leaves and stones, the stench of blood so strong it made one want to vomit. The air was thick with a pungent smell, causing people to frown, as if reminding them that death was not far away.

A few crows cawed in the trees, as if celebrating this slaughter.

Their cries were sharp and mournful, sounding like a dirge for this tragedy.

Shi Feiyang fought with increasing ferocity, then launched another move ”Reverse the Rivers and Mountains”.

He released both hands, palms facing each other, a powerful airflow rapidly rotating between them, forming a huge vortex.

This vortex seemed to contain endless power, capable of overturning the world. Shi Feiyang thrust both palms forward, the vortex shot towards the people of the ”Blood Evil Gang”. That vortex spread out like a tornado, carrying destructive power.

Wherever it went, sand and stones flew, the sky and earth darkened, it felt like the apocalypse had arrived.

The surroundings became blurry, swallowed by this force, evoking a doomsday fear.

The originally calm Chishui River was now stirred into huge waves by this power, the river roared and lashed against the banks.

The previously calm river surface now boiled like hot water, with surging waves seemingly ready to swallow everything.

Trees around were uprooted, tumbling in the air, making creaking sounds.

The leaders of the ”Blood Evil Gang” like the ”Blood Demon” Tu Zhongtian, Vice Gang Leader ”Ghost-faced Rakshasa” Liu Sanniang, Cyan Dragon Hall Hall Master ”Life-taking Judge” Zhao Dun, along with the Copper Drum Elder and Flying Rope General, couldn’t escape, struck by this force.

They were tossed like leaves in a storm, mercilessly flung in all directions by this power.

Their bodies were like leaves swept up by a strong wind, thrown heavily to the ground, suffering serious injuries, groaning in pain.

Their groans mingled with the surrounding chaos, forming an apocalyptic scene, shocking people with the intensity of this fierce battle. Shi Feiyang stood there imposingly, like the reincarnation of the Erlang God.

His eyes revealed endless majesty, making the remaining enemies too afraid to take a step forward.

In this woodland, the heavy scent of blood mingled with the eerie environment, intensifying the fearful atmosphere. The scent of blood was becoming stronger, as if forming an invisible veil, enveloping the entire Blood Evil Gang’s headquarters.

Bloodstains spattered the ground, flowing along the terrain, mixing with scattered broken weapons, severed limbs and bodies, forming a gruesome scene, unbearable to look at.

The cold wind howled past, stirring the dust and smell of blood, drifting far away, telling the world of this thrilling bloody battle, and its associated cruelty and ruthlessness.

In late autumn, a killing aura shrouded the Bozhou Land, the air filled with an indescribable heaviness and oppression.

The sky was grey and overcast, with heavy clouds like lead blocks pressing overhead, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, bringing endless darkness to the earth. The bitter cold wind roared like a raging beast, rushing between heaven and earth, making sharp whistling sounds.

By the midsection of the Chishui River, the water surged violently.

The waves continuously slapped against the banks, making a dull sound, speaking of the desolation and sorrow of this land.

The riverside forest, with its tall and dense trees, blocked out the sky and sun, branches interwoven, like a giant green net, separating the sky from the earth. The tree trunks swayed in the cold wind, making creaking sounds, like countless withered hands dancing.

In the depths of the forest, a thin veil of mist spread.

The mist carried an eerie and terrifying presence, sending chills down one’s spine, with every step fraught with unknown danger.

Master Hanlu, Bai Zhi, and Xie Wen, three brave companions, undaunted by difficulties, trekked across mountains and rivers.

After overcoming numerous trials, they finally reached the lair of the Blood Evil Gang.

When the scene before their eyes unfolded to the three of them.

They stood dumbfounded on the spot, their eyes wide as copper bells, faces full of shock and disbelief.

The lair was in utter disarray, as if it had just suffered a cataclysmic disaster.

The previously orderly buildings were now in ruins, with broken walls visible everywhere, bricks and stones scattered all over.