King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 416 - 160: Yangtze River Blood Moon: Zhong Renwang’s Furious Revenge (Part 3)
The words squeezed out from between his teeth were filled with endless malice and hatred, like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell, his voice low and full of menace: "Shi Feiyang, you despicable villain, just you wait! I swear to settle this blood debt with more blood, to tear you to pieces, only then can I slightly appease the anger in my heart!" That voice, filled with malice and hatred, was like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Xie Zhichuan stood aside, his face ashen, like a block of cold iron. His hatred for Shi Feiyang had long seeped into his bones, with every cell screaming disdain for Shi Feiyang, a hatred that seemed capable of piercing the heart.
At this moment, his hands clenched tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood slowly dripping between his fingers, yet he seemed completely unaware.
He spoke coldly, his voice carrying endless chill: "Shi Feiyang, thinks he is invincible under the heavens, humph, tonight I will show him that this world is not up to him to be arrogant! I will let him struggle in despair, taste the bitterness of failure, and make him pay a terrible price for his actions!" His eyes were filled with twisted hatred, as if he wanted to devour Shi Feiyang alive, a hatred so intense it seemed almost to freeze the air.
Tang Zihan, on the other hand, followed behind Zhong Renwang like a little puppy, his face full of obsequious smiles, so fake it made one sick, sparing no effort to curry favor with Zhong Renwang.
He flattered, "The Gang Leader is absolutely right, that Shi Feiyang is too arrogant, seriously not taking us seriously. This time, we must show him our strength, give him a lesson, let him know, this Jianghu is not a place where he can do whatever he wants!"
As he spoke, he did not forget to flatter Zhong Renwang, his ingratiating and sycophantic face uglier than ever was revealed completely.
In this deep, dark forest, this group of scheming villains sat together, plotting a night raid on the Heroic Sakura Association.
Their eyes flickered with greed and craftiness, like a pack of hungry wolves, waiting for the prey to appear.
Zhong Renwang’s eyes glinted with cunning and venom, like a serpent lurking in the dark, ready to strike a lethal blow at any moment.
His plan was meticulous and vicious, making one worry for his opponents.
He spoke sinisterly, "Gentlemen, the place where we are now is the infamous River Demon Beach in the Yangtze River Basin. This place has a complex terrain, winding and intricate, hiding countless mysteries, just the perfect spot for setting traps. Wu Ce, gather a team of elite fighters, prepare a large amount of fire oil. Tonight, when they are sound asleep, we will use fire attack to ignite their chain-linked boats, completely cutting off their supply route. Once they fall into chaos and panic, we will lead our men to charge like hungry wolves, catching them all in one sweep, leaving not a single one behind!"
When he said "leaving not a single one behind," a flash of resolute killing intent crossed his eyes, his expression becoming increasingly hideous, heralding a bloody massacre was about to begin. Everyone nodded at Zhong Renwang’s plan, faces revealing sinister smiles.
Those smiles looked especially eerie in the dim woods, as if a group of demons from hell were preparing to unleash a bloody storm on earth.
They nodded and clapped, the sound of clapping echoing in the silent woods like the laughter of demons, sending chills down one’s spine, even making the surrounding air turn icy cold because of their evil plan.
Every clap carried an ominous foreboding, every cheer seemed like a death knell for the impending tragedy.
In an instant, the forest was permeated with a malignant aura. This aura seemed to seep into every inch of ground, every tree, even every wisp of wind, enveloping the entire forest in a suffocating oppressive atmosphere.
Their laughter drifted with the night wind, spreading far and wide, announcing the commencement of a bloodthirsty slaughter.
Their laughter was filled with cruelty and callousness, like a summons from Death, foretelling the end of innocent lives.
At this moment, in the Heroic Sakura Association’s camp, inside a tent, Little Scholar Shi Xiong was cautiously attending to Shi Feiyang’s bath and change of clothes. His movements were gentle, afraid of disturbing his master’s peace, carefully attending to every detail.
The tent was filled with warm steam, Shi Feiyang stood tall and composed.
Suddenly, the door of the tent was flung open with a loud crash, Qi Meizhen burst in breathlessly. Her arrival shattered the peace inside the tent, bringing in the noise and tension from the outside world.
Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, and the originally anxious look turned into fluster and helplessness the moment she saw Shi Feiyang.
A blush as vibrant as the sunset clouds quickly spread across her cheeks, and she lowered her head awkwardly, gently biting her lip, stammering, "I... I have urgent news to report."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of trembling, like a frightened young deer.
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around like a flustered little rabbit, her steps hurried, as if staying for one more second would embarrass her to the point of no return. Every movement conveyed her inner unease and tension.
However, in the instant she turned around, her eyes inadvertently revealed a deeper longing for Shi Feiyang, a gaze filled with the tender affection unique to a girl, like a bright flower blooming under the warm spring sun, a mix of shyness, vitality, and burning love.
