King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 419 - 161: Amid the Witchcraft Mist: Shi Feiyang Turns the Tide to Protect the Beauty
On the river surface, the blazing warships resembled moving volcanoes, the firelight shooting into the sky, illuminating the entire river surface as bright as day. Blood and fire intertwined, sketching an extremely tragic and heart-stirring scene.
The river water was completely dyed red with blood, exuding a chilling and unsettling atmosphere under the reflection of the blazing firelight.
Broken planks, weapon fragments, and the corpses of pirates floated on the river surface, rising and falling with its waves, telling the cruelty of this bloody battle.
Zhong Renwang watched helplessly as Tang Zihan was already in critical danger, with his life hanging by a thread under Shan Zhi’s fierce and storm-like attacks with the "Plum Blossom Darts."
He opened his eyes wide in anger, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast.
The muscles on his face twisted and deformed with extreme fury, appearing ferocious and terrifying.
Immediately, a deafening roar burst from his mouth, echoing across the river surface: "Hmph, Shan Zhi, don’t be arrogant!"
With that said, his figure shot out like a ghost, instantly, using the renowned "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms," his palms moving rapidly, the gust from them roaring, like two dragons baring their claws, flying above the river, making the waters churn.
Each palm shadow carried the majestic force of moving mountains and overturning seas, rushing fiercely towards the "Plum Blossom Darts" shot by Shan Zhi.
"Bang, bang, bang," a series of deafening explosions sounded, as Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts were violently impacted by Zhong Renwang’s mighty palm force, scattering like broken kites upon the river.
Zhong Renwang seized the opportunity, dashed forward, grabbed Tang Zihan, and ran. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
At this time, Tang Zihan’s hair was as disheveled as weeds, and his clothes were in tatters, with many cuts and sword marks on his body, stained with blood.
His steps seemed heavy and difficult, the pain and fatigue interwoven on his face, revealing an indescribable agony.
Tang Zihan’s eyes were full of reluctance and anger, the anger burning like flames, almost consuming him.
While fleeing, Zhong Renwang gritted his teeth and cursed: "Shi Feiyang, you and your Heroic Sakura Association just wait, if this enmity is not avenged, I, Zhong Renwang, will not be considered a man!" His voice trembled with rage, tinged with a hint of despair and madness, a sign of completely collapsed mental defenses after repeated failures.
His vow echoed in the night wind, like the mournful cry of a night bird, full of sorrow and helplessness.
Meanwhile, Tang Zihan was even more battered, his face pale as paper, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his steps staggering, relying solely on Zhong Renwang’s pull to barely move forward. His body seemed to have reached its limit, each breath a battle with Death God, each heartbeat narrating his persistence and determination.
His eyes were filled with fear and regret, the original arrogance and insolence long gone, replaced by a longing for life and a bewilderment towards the future, like a child lost in darkness, unable to find the way home.
Xie Zhichuan hid in the darkness, like a viper lurking in the shadows, quietly watching Zhong Renwang and Tang Zihan’s stumbling escape.
His eyes gleamed with cunning light, as if he was enjoying a meticulously planned drama, while he was the shopkeeper controlling the overall situation, thinking secretly: Spending some supplies was worth it, the ones dying were Beggar Sect disciples, hehe!
Xie Zhichuan’s lips curled slightly, revealing a cold, eerie smile, chuckling a few times, calculating privately: Zhong Renwang, you old beast, spending so much of our Divine Sword Manor’s money, yet always engaging in such dirty, shameful deeds. Hmph, once your Beggar Sect disciples are mostly killed, I’ll come and settle accounts with you properly!
His plan gradually took shape in his heart, like a delicate net, waiting for the prey to walk into the trap.
His eyes shone with malicious and calculating light, the dissatisfaction and hatred towards Zhong Renwang roiling in his heart like turbulent tides.
The anger in his heart was like the sign before a volcanic eruption, ready to burst out at any moment, turning any enemy blocking his path into ashes.
After a series of intense, breathtaking fights, the smoke of war finally began to dissipate, and the curtain of the fierce battle slowly fell.
In the intense confrontation between the Beggar Sect’s Elder, Sect Leader Wu Ce of the "Poisonous Flood Dragon Technique," and Wu Zhong of the "Iron Palm," Wu Ce was heavily struck by Wu Zhong’s overwhelming "Demon Subduing Divine Palm." Wu Ce spat blood, the blood gushing from his mouth like a spring, his body swaying as if it were a leaf fluttering in the gale, ready to fall at any moment.
However, a strong will to survive made him endure the excruciating pain, desperately fleeing for his life.
As he fled, he covered his wound with his hand, but still, blood gushed out continuously from between his fingers, dripping onto the river, creating roses-like blood flowers rapidly spreading across the water.
In this bloody battle, the Heroic Sakura Association achieved a dazzling victory, not only slaying countless Beggar Sect disciples but also dealing a severe blow to the pirates, causing heavy losses. After this fierce battle of blood and fire ended, they finally set foot on the riverbank, and everyone’s face was brimming with the joy of victory.
They cheered excitedly, embraced each other; the shouts and cheers intertwined, echoing over the riverbank for a long time. Shi Feiyang stood among them, watching this scene, his heart filled with gratification, his eyes showing admiration and approval for everyone.
