King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 486: Chapter 175: Hailong Duntun Turmoil: Fei Wenxing Decides Victory in Three Moves (Part 3)

So, Fei Wenxing stepped forward and cupped his hands towards Shi Feiyang, saying, ”Hero Shi, previously I was deceived by villains and often disrespected you, yet you always treated me with tolerance. Now I have completely awakened, and have mobilized the martial arts warriors of Bozhou to join us, willing to serve you tirelessly and participate in quelling the rebellion. The chaos in Bozhou has brought unbearable suffering to the people, and we must restore peace to them as soon as possible and provide them with a beautiful life!”

Shi Feiyang smiled with relief, patted Fei Wenxing on the shoulder, and said, ”Elder Fei, there’s no need to mention the past. It’s fortunate that you have found your way back and join us in seeking blessings for the people. Together, we can surely pacify the rebellion!”

Then, deeply aware of the urgency of the battle, Shi Feiyang’s expression became stern and he immediately waved his hand, leading the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association swiftly to Hailong Duntun to participate in the fight.

He left ”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei, ”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan, Gong Simeng, Shi Xiong, ”Iron Flute Scholar” Xiang Kun, and seven thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association to guard Flying Tiger Pass, solemnly instructing, ”Flying Tiger Pass is a crucial position at the rear, concerning the foundation of our army, you must defend it firmly and ensure stability at the rear!”

Everyone shouted in unison, their voices echoing in the sky.

Shi Feiyang, leading the sect leader of ”Seven-Star Dragon Abyss” Fei Wenxing, ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, and one thousand three hundred disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, quietly headed to Hailong Duntun under the cover of night.

On the way, they passed through Miao Village, where traditional buildings were scattered with exquisite layout. Stilted wooden houses were built along the mountains, with the ground floor raised, preventing dampness and wild animal attacks. The structure was supported by sturdy wooden pillars, colored deep brown by the passage of time, engraved with intricate patterns, either symbolizing auspicious creatures or mysterious totems, revealing the exquisite craftsmanship of the Miao Village people.

Corridors circled around the houses, adorned with vibrantly colored drying clothes, including bright reds, vivid yellows, and deep blues, casting mottled shadows under the moonlight. Last year’s harvests such as golden corn and fiery red chilies also hung along the corridors, adding a touch of warmth to the Miao Village. The roofs were mostly covered with blue tiles, layered like fish scales, shimmering with cold light in the moonlight.

In the village, there was also a magnificent drum tower with flying eaves and dougong brackets, grand and imposing.

It was not only a symbolic building of the Miao Village but also an important place for clan discussions and gatherings.

The drum tower’s main structure featured a dark red color theme, solemn and dignified, with golden decorative lines, emanating a faint aura of majesty in the night.

At the top of the drum tower stood a wooden sculpture of a soaring eagle with spread wings, its feathers painted a dark green, as if guarding the entire Miao Village.

The Miao Village Saintess and one thousand three hundred Miao Village disciples joined Shi Feiyang’s troop, heading towards Hailong Duntun together.

Hailong Duntun, located in Bozhou, is like a natural fortress. Surrounded by steep karst cliffs, these cliffs seem as if they were carved by ancient giants with giant axes, standing upright, towering into the sky, as if they were piercing the heavens.

Under the cover of night, these cliffs were like lurking beasts, emanating an aura of intimidation.

The cliffs were rugged with strange rocks, some piercing straight into the sky like sharp swords, while others resembled ferocious beasts with claws bared, adding to the mystery and treacherousness.

The mountain wind howled past, blowing over the cliffs, emitting a shrill sound, as if these ”giant beasts” were growling softly.

Climbing up requires exceptional courage and extraordinary skills; any carelessness could lead to falling into the abyss and shattering into pieces. Everyone quietly arrived at the base of the cliffs, preparing to climb.

Suddenly, a low roar echoed from the darkness, ”Who dares intrude into Hailong Duntun!” Following the voice, seven mighty Miao Generals appeared.

They were burly, wielding various weapons, resembling seven fierce demon gods in the night, exuding an aura of formidable power.

The first was Miao Ji, the Vice Village Chief of Thunder God Stronghold, his physique burly like a small mountain.

In his hand, he held a thick Wolf Fang Club, its spikes shimmering with cold light.

The second was Black Tiger, the Vice Village Chief of Thunder God Stronghold, agile like a swift leopard.

He wielded a pair of Tiger Head Hooks, sparkling with cold light.

The third was Yun Huamei, the Vice Village Chief of Thunder God Stronghold, wearing colorful attire, her face alluring yet icy.

The fourth was Lei Zhenshi, the Village Chief of Thunder God Stronghold, tall and loud as thunder. He held a pair of Thunder God Hammers, engraved with mysterious runes.

The fifth was Ying Bufan, the fierce bandit of Thunder God Stronghold, thin and sharp-eyed like an eagle.

The sixth was Hu Ya, who liked Bai Zhi, a Tiger General under Yang Yinglong.

The seventh was Shi Dali, the sect leader of Giant Stone Sect, possessing immense strength, holding a gigantic stone club.

When Hu Ya caught sight of Bai Zhi, his eyes instantly widened like copper bells, burning with intense anger as if to swallow Bai Zhi alive. He clenched his teeth, cheeks bulging, and cursed from between his teeth, ”You treacherous wench, daring to deceive my trust and steal the defense map of Hailong Duntun, hmph! Today you will spill blood on the spot to quench my resentment!”

The voice was like a bolt of lightning echoing through the narrow and deep cliffs, causing everyone’s ears to hum.

Upon hearing these words, Bai Zhi’s delicate face instantly turned as pale as paper, devoid of blood, like a flower suddenly losing color in the bitter cold frost. Her lips trembled slightly, like leaves shivering in the autumn wind, trying to speak in defense but only feeling her throat so dry as if it could catch fire, unable to utter a single word. Memories of her past interactions with Hu Ya flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.