King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 499 - 177: Battle of the Thunder Sound Terraces: Shi Feiyang’s Three Strikes of Shocking Thunder (Part 5)
The Beggar Sect disciples held their clubs, their expressions tense yet carrying a hint of anticipation.
They exchanged whispers with each other, occasionally tightening then loosening their grip on their clubs, revealing the unease in their hearts.
Shi Fengxia, an elder of the Celestial Demon Sect, was heavily relied upon by the rebels, rejuvenating his spirits and finding a stage to showcase his ambitions.
Days later, his eyes gleamed as he suggested, "Young Master Yang, let’s select elites from the rebels, Beggar Sect disciples, and Celestial Demon Sect to practice the ’Thirty-six Styles of the Crane Pickax’. This formation is fierce and powerful; once deployed, every swing carries the sound of whistling wind, with overlapping club shadows forming an impenetrable barrier, ensuring the enemies cannot escape."
Upon hearing this, Yang Biao continuously praised the idea.
As Shi Fengxia spoke, he demonstrated the moves, muttering as if he had already envisioned Shi Feiyang and others being defeated. However, Sect Leader Shi Ying of the Celestial Demon Sect seemed conflicted, wanting to speak but hesitating.
In the past, she would have already charged ahead, personally going to assassinate Shi Feiyang.
Yet at this moment, she was filled with inner conflict. Shi Feiyang had spared her multiple times before and even saved her twice, a kindness she couldn’t forget.
Secretly thinking to herself, "Shi Feiyang, though an enemy, has shown me kindness. How can I strike in such a confrontation now? But as the Sect Leader of the Celestial Demon Sect, I cannot oppose the elders’ decisions..."
Her brows furrowed deeply, her eyes filled with pain and struggle.
Slowly, she walked aside, turned her back to the others, and lightly sighed, the sound resonating with loneliness amid the tense atmosphere.
However, elder Shi Fengxia harbored his own hidden agenda.
He appeared respectful to Shi Ying but was actually eager for the position of Sect Leader.
He knew well that Shi Ying, though young and beautiful, lacked sufficient prestige. This was his chance to use the rebels’ strength to undermine Shi Ying’s authority.
Secretly, he delighted in the thought, "Once Shi Feiyang is repelled, my prestige in the sect will surely rise. Then, the position of Sect Leader will be mine for the taking."
Thinking of this, he slightly raised his head, a faint but detectable greed flashing in his eyes as he looked toward the cave entrance, seemingly seeing himself at the pinnacle of power.
Before the Ancient Bo People Salt Refining Cave, an imminent battle was about to erupt, with various forces harboring different intents, preparing tensely.
The late spring breeze carried strands of floral fragrance, gently drifting outside the Ancient Bo People Salt Refining Cave, forming a stark contrast with the solemn killing intent lingering within the cave.
Under the gem-like sapphire sky, lazy white clouds drifted, seemingly oblivious to the intense battle about to unfold.
The vegetation outside, lightly swayed by the spring breeze, its tender green leaves shimmering with vitality. Yet, such vibrant spring did nothing to disperse the tense atmosphere on the battlefield.
Shi Feiyang stood tall like a sturdy pine tree at the forefront of the troop, his gaze like a torch, fixed on the fortress-like cave entrance.
Outside the cave, jagged rocks lurked like vicious beasts, coldly observing the impending fierce battle.
The dense foliage of surrounding trees cast dappled shadows, yet failing to provide any respite to those about to charge.
Shi Feiyang swiftly scanned the surroundings and took in the enemy formation. He saw the rattan-armored soldiers tightly lined up at the cave entrance, their armor’s copper studs reflecting a cold light under the sunlight.
Celestial Demon Sect assassins hid in the shadows, their sinister aura seeming to freeze the spring’s warmth.
Beggar Sect disciples held their clubs, their expressions vigilant, faintly forming a defensive line.
Heroic Sakura Association disciples were spirited, their weapons gleaming coldly, their morale roaring like burning flames.
Miao Village disciples appeared resolute, their eyes filled with bravery and determination, quietly awaiting orders like a pack of leopards ready to spring.
Just then, Qi Meizhen’s face suddenly turned pale, her figure swaying as a strong pregnancy reaction struck, causing her to retch.
Shi Feiyang’s heart tightened, his eyes filled with concern and urgency, quickly turning to Seven Cultivation Sword’s Kong Triangle, Mandarin Duck Saber’s Xiao Lingling, Tai Chi Saber’s Southwest Wind, Bai Zhi, and others, saying urgently, "Quick, escort Qi Meizhen back to Flying Tiger Pass for rest, ensure her safety!"
Following orders, several carefully supported Qi Meizhen, swiftly retreating rearwards.
Shi Feiyang watched them leave, then abruptly turned, his eyes flashing coldly as he loudly shouted, "Kill!"
In an instant, everyone charged like tigers descending a mountain, carrying a fierce momentum towards the enemy.
Heroic Sakura Association disciples shouted in unison, unleashing the ’Seventeen Styles of Armor Breaking’. Their agile movements and the swift and vigorous swings of their long knives sparked flashing blades that looked like silver streaks of lightning under the spring sun.
The first style, ’Splitting Heaven and Earth’, had disciples leaping high, their long knives slashing down fiercely, the blade wind roaring, lifting the dust on the ground as if to split the earth in two; the second style, ’Dragon and Snake Bending Tail’, saw their bodies twist, blades sweeping horizontally like ribbons, where they traveled the air seemed slightly torn, producing sharp ’zzzz’ sounds.
Miao Village disciples coordinated seamlessly, quickly unleashing the newly practiced ’Six Harmonies Saber Array’.
Grouped in teams of six, they responded to each other, their Miao Sabers forming a precise saber array.
The saber array was unpredictable, sometimes like a spinning windmill with flashing blades, sometimes like a coiling dragon swiftly moving towards the enemy’s vitals. They shouted the Miao Family’s unique battle cries, their voices high and vigorous, echoing across the battlefield, embodying the bravery and fearless spirit of the Miao children.
Elder Shi Fengxia of the Celestial Demon Sect stood high, his expression stern as his hands moved quickly, chanting as he commanded the ’Thirty-six Styles of the Crane Pickax’ formation. Under his command, Beggar Sect disciples swiftly moved.
Equipped with specialized crane pickaxes, they formed tight combat units.
The shadows of pickaxes moved with the sound of whistling wind, striking toward the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village disciples.
The formation was robust and powerful; each swing felt as if carrying a thousand jins of force, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
In an instant, the sounds of killing, weapon collisions intertwined, echoing inside and outside the cave, startling birds in the forest to flutter and fly away.
During the intense battle, the ’Thirty-six Styles of the Crane Pickax’ showcased immense power, strangling numerous Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village disciples.
The teams of the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village momentarily fell into chaos; despite their fierce resistance, they continuously retreated amid the enemy’s mighty offensive, incurring mounting casualties. ’Divine Archer’ Miao Menlong, realizing the dire situation, had a resolute look flash in his eyes as he quickly drew his bow, shouting loudly, "Divine Arrow Hall disciples, release the arrows!"
Simultaneously, ’Plum Blossom Dart’ Shan Zhi flicked his wrist, launching plum blossom darts glistening coldly towards the enemy.
Heroic Sakura Association disciples from Divine Arrow Hall drew their bows in unison and released their arrows.
In a breath, the rain of arrows and darts fell like a storm, pouring towards the pursuing Celestial Demon Sect assassins.
Sharp arrows whistled through the air, while plum blossom darts shimmered coldly, striking the enemy from various angles.
Celestial Demon Sect assassins, caught off guard, fell one after another, screaming incessantly as they were forced to stop the pursuit and began retreating.
Shi Feiyang and the heroes led the remnants to retreat helplessly.
After the battle, when counting heads, the heroes found they had lost up to seven hundred men, marking a significant loss for the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village.
Yang Biao, Zhong Renwang, Shi Fengxia, and Wu Yun stood afar, witnessing the scene, laughing heartily in delight.
Yang Biao laughed uproariously, his face filled with arrogance as he loudly said, "How dare they think of breaching our defenses? It’s simply daydreaming!" Zhong Renwang smirked coldly, echoing, "Indeed, today shall be the place of their burial!"
Shi Fengxia slightly tilted his head, a hint of arrogance in his eyes as he said, "Is my Celestial Demon Sect’s formation that easy to break?"
Wu Yun stood aside, wearing an insidious smile, silently observing.
