King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shan Zhi, while throwing plum blossom darts, shouted in the direction of Xiang Kun: ”Brother Xiang, hold on! With our brotherhood united, we can definitely overcome this challenge!” His eyes were filled with worry and determination.

”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen was even quicker and more agile, seizing the opportunity to cast out the Western Golden Silkworm Net.

The Golden Silkworm Net opened swiftly in the cold wind, like a gigantic silver flower.

The Golden Silkworm Net, incredibly tough, glimmered with a cold light in the wind, instantly capturing Jinyiwei Hundred Households, Zhao Quan.

The crowd rushed forward and on the icy ground, found a secret message token in the sole of Zhao Quan’s boot.

In the dim light, the token exuded a mysterious aura, perhaps it was the crucial clue to unravel the mystery and shed light on the rescue of Wu Zhong and the conspiracy behind.

Shi Feiyang approached with hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, exuding a majestic aura.

Behind him followed the Little Scholar Shi Xiong. The master and servant pair walked lightly, their demeanor elegant as if strolling in a courtyard, showing no concern for the predicament ahead.

Shi Feiyang stepped forward quickly, bent down to assist the injured Xiang Kun, his actions steady and swift.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out several pills, and hurriedly fed them to Xiang Kun, his gaze full of concern.

Shi Xiong, clever and agile, swiftly squatted down and steadily carried Xiang Kun on his back, following the Heroic Sakura Association disciples, quickly heading towards the ”Morning Star” Inn in Luoyang City to let Xiang Kun rest and recover.

At this moment, Xie Wen hastily approached, his expression somewhat anxious, and reported to Shi Feiyang with cupped fists: ”Grand Squad Leader, that scoundrel Gan Jinliang has escaped.”

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile, and he said leisurely: ”The monk can run, but the temple won’t disappear. No worries, we’re not in a hurry to chase him now. Let’s first interrogate this Zhao Quan and see whether Brother Wu was indeed captured by the Jinyi Guard.”

With that, his expression composed, he turned and strode away, with a calm demeanor suggesting everything was under his control.

The heroes escorted Zhao Quan, closely following Shi Feiyang, employing their Lightweight Technique like a flock of black birds, speeding towards the ”Morning Star” Inn.

The cold night was deep, with the cold wind howling like countless blades, wantonly cutting through the air.

In the cellar of the ”Morning Star” Inn, it was dark and damp, filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

Xiao Lingling stood before Zhao Quan, who was tied to a chair, a glimmer of ruthlessness in her eyes, resembling a cold flash in the night.

She slowly drew the Mandarin Duck Saber, its blade shimmering with a chilly light, appearing exceptionally glaring in the dim cellar.

She employed the ”Lingchi Wenxin” technique, the blade slowly swaying before Zhao Quan’s eyes, always suspended three inches from his eyeballs, ready to stab without hesitation should Zhao Quan dare to conceal anything.

Zhao Quan turned pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like disconnected pearls.

Under Xiao Lingling’s intense gaze, he finally couldn’t withstand the pressure and stammered his confession: ”The prison cart will pass through the secret route of the Yellow River’s icy surface, the secret phrase is ’Dragon’s Head Day over Fengling Ferry’.”

The heroes’ expressions all changed upon hearing this, knowing that time was of the essence, with every moment affecting Wu Zhong’s life and death, and they must take action quickly.

”Grand Squad Leader, we must hurry to save him!” Miao Menlong, full of anxiety, urged in a hurried voice, ”Brother Wu is still waiting for us to rescue him, there’s no time to delay!” Shan Zhi also chimed in: ”Yes, Grand Squad Leader, let’s set off now, or we might be too late!”

At this moment, the trained eagle of Xie Wen flew back, circling once above the crowd before landing on Xie Wen’s outstretched arm.

Grasped in the eagle’s claws was a piece of prison cart wood chip with Wu Zhong’s palm print, clearly visible in the weak light.

This was undoubtedly an important discovery, further confirming Zhao Quan’s confession, and providing the heroes with clearer direction for rescuing Wu Zhong.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lingling’s eyes instantly reddened, and with a sobbing tone, she anxiously said: ”Grand Squad Leader, please give the order quickly, I wish to fly to Brother Zhong’s side to save him right now!” She clenched her hands tightly, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with worry and longing for her husband.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was solemn, his gaze determined. After sweeping his eyes over the crowd, he solemnly said: ”Everyone, don’t panic. Now that we have clues, we have direction. The rescue of Brother Wu is of great importance and must not be undertaken rashly. Listen to my command, prepare immediately, we must rescue Brother Wu before the prison cart reaches Fengling Ferry!”

Everyone cupped their fists to accept the order, their eyes filled with determination and resolve. A tense and dangerous rescue mission was about to unfold.

Gan Jinliang, such a villain, with a ruthless heart and crafty schemes, ran rampant in Luoyang City, notoriously infamous.

He not only colluded with the secretive and ruthless Jinyi Guard, acting in cahoots, but also committed all sorts of evils, bringing disaster to the region.

Lately, his greedy eyes had turned towards the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall, his covetous desire burning like a raging fire, becoming increasingly intense.