King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 447 - 166: Shi Feiyang the Lone Hero: Eliminating the Blood Evil Gang, Breaking Through Flying Tiger Pass, and Rescuing Thirty Thousand Ming Troops
In the headquarters of the "Blood Fiend Gang," a group of renowned Jianghu leaders were sitting together.
Zhong Renwang, Tonggu Weng, Flying Rope General, "Blood Demon" Tu Zhongtian, "Ghost-faced Rakshasa" Liu Sanniang, "Life-taking Judge" Zhao Dun, and Xie Zhichuan, they were all engrossed in discussing their next action plan.
At that moment, a small minion burst into the Unity Hall in a panic, gasping for breath as he shouted, "It’s not good, Shi... Shi Feiyang is here! And he’s come alone!" At this news, everyone was dumbfounded. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Their expressions froze immediately; Zhong Renwang’s teacup fell to the ground with a clatter, shattering to pieces out of sheer shock.
Ding Hong’s face also turned as white as paper, and beads of sweat began to appear densely on his forehead.
They never expected Shi Feiyang to be so bold, daring to venture alone into this perilous lair, especially just one day after the previous incident.
Shi Feiyang strode confidently into the stronghold of the "Blood Fiend Gang."
His physique was as towering as a mountain, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of dominance from head to toe.
His gaze was like burning flames, sweeping over everyone present, filled with contempt and disdain.
Even though the cronies of the "Blood Fiend Gang" were anxious and their hearts were pounding, they clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that Shi Feiyang was merely courting trouble.
Hence, they swarmed over with the intention to trap him, making him immobile.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the Unity Hall became extraordinarily tense, as if the air had solidified.
Zhong Renwang and the other leaders exchanged a glance.
They knew Shi Feiyang’s appearance was no coincidence.
The villains of the "Blood Fiend Gang" all drew their weapons, ready to face the possible bloodshed.
They understood that Shi Feiyang’s martial arts were formidable, not to be underestimated.
But on the territory belonging to the "Blood Fiend Gang," they believed they could control the situation.
Shi Feiyang, however, seemed unfazed; he continued to walk with firm steps, each move appearing unhurried and calm.
As if he were the true master of this place.
His gaze remained steadfast, without a trace of wavering, his eyes telling everyone that he was here with unshakable resolve.
The door was pushed open by Shi Feiyang; he stood at the entrance, surveyed his surroundings, and then spoke in a voice that seemed to penetrate the hearts of men, "I’m not here to incite conflict, but to resolve a misunderstanding."
Shi Feiyang’s gaze swept over the group before him, the corners of his mouth slightly curling into a disdainful smile.
He didn’t utter another word, decisively unleashing the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique—"Transcendent Emotion."
In an instant, a piercing chill erupted from his body, like a blizzard raging in winter, swiftly enveloping the entire headquarters, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
A thick layer of frost quickly spread across the ground, even the breath of those around turning into white mist.
The fallen leaves on the ground, under the assault of the cold, turned into a frozen tundra in no time; Shi Feiyang’s hands began to move swiftly, his fingers like playing harp strings, sending streams of cold energy shooting like arrows at the enemy’s acupoints.
Tonggu Weng was the first to bear the brunt, just about to employ the Broken Jade Flute Technique, but was suddenly struck by the cold energy targeting his acupoints, feeling his power draining away like a dam bursting, severely diminishing, his copper drum nearly slipping from his grip.
The surrounding trees seemed affected by the cold as well, icicles hanging from branches, gleaming brilliantly in the faint light.
Occasionally, water droplets from the icicles fell, landing on the icy ground, emitting a crisp yet lonely sound.
Following that, Shi Feiyang executed a move from the "Tathagata Divine Palm"—"Auspicious Light Appears."
With a mighty shout, he struck out with his right hand, the gust from his palm howling like an invisible blade, slicing through the silent air.
A golden glow emanated around his palm, within which auspicious signs could faintly be seen.
This strike was full of overwhelming dominance, seemingly just a palm, but more lethal than any sharp treasured blade.
This palm, with the force of a mountain avalanche, rushed directly towards Xie Zhichuan.
Xie Zhichuan was so frightened by this momentum that his soul flew away, wanting to evade but finding himself as if bound by magic, unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as the golden palm wind drew closer.
A loud "bang!" was heard; Xie Zhichuan was struck by this palm, sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into a tree.
The tree wobbled precariously from the impact, dead branches and leaves falling down like rain, all landing on Xie Zhichuan.
It was a mockery of him, like a relentless declaration of his defeat.
Blood oozed from the corner of Xie Zhichuan’s mouth, slowly dripping down his face, staining the leaves red.
Bloodstains spread on the cold ground, contrasting starkly with the surrounding frost, particularly glaring.
His mouth twitched slightly, seemingly enduring unspeakable pain.
That bloodstain was his last struggle in life, slowly, drop by drop, falling on the fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind.
Shi Feiyang, having succeeded with one strike, moved smoothly, immediately executing another move "Buddha’s Holy Lamp."
His figure was elusive, as if a heavenly immortal descending to the mortal realm, surrounded by an ethereal aura.
His posture was light and agile, as if dancing in the air, every strike carrying a transcendent beauty, irresistibly reminding one of the legendary Immortal. His palm techniques were varied and unpredictable, leaving viewers dazzled.
