King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 545 - 186: The Battle of Flying Tiger Pass: The Five Poison Sect’s Crushing Defeat and a Stunning Turnaround (Part 5)
Upon returning to the Five Poison Sect Headquarters, under the sycophantic and sinister scheming of Zhong Renwang, whose thoughts were as twisted as his malicious plots, Lan Xiaodie’s cold, frost-like gaze gradually fixed upon the mysterious and crucial land of Hailong Village.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight poured down like liquid silver, outlining a tranquil and beautiful picture. However, the air faintly carried strands of eerie aura, as if invisible demonic hands were silently arranging a sinister layout in the darkness.
Hailong Village lay atop the unique karst landscape of Bozhou, surrounded by grotesque peaks and rugged rocks, casting bizarre and monstrous shadows under the moonlight, as if countless ferocious beasts lurked there.
The Ming Army Camp on the mountain shrouded in a deathly silence, only the orderly and heavy footsteps of patrolling soldiers echoed in the still night, sounding like a countdown from hell, each step resonating heavily on the heart.
The autumn wind in the mountains roared like a furious beast, blowing through the vast field of grass and trees making them rustle, as if innumerable eyes hidden in darkness were watching the impending storm.
The air was thick with a damp chill, mixed with a hint of decay, causing a shiver down the spine upon inhalation.
At this moment, Xie Wen and Yili, in disguise like phantoms lurking in the shadows, cautiously investigated the vicinity of Hailong Village.
Xie Wen furrowed his brows tightly, forming a "川" character, lowered his voice, and with a tone full of urgency and worry, said to Yili, "Madam, look around. The atmosphere is so eerie it’s frightening. I’m really worried about the brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association and the innocent people nearby. If they fall into the hands of the Five Poison Sect, what can be done?"
Yili’s face was grave as the sky before a storm, she nodded slightly, her eyes full of worry, and said, "Yes, the Five Poison Sect’s people are vicious and unscrupulous. We must hasten to get the message to Shi Feiyang, so the Heroic Sakura Association can prepare in advance and find ways to safeguard the local people’s safety."
The two, knowing the urgency of the situation, dared not delay for even a moment and soon left Hailong Village, hastily returning to Flying Tiger Pass to report.
A few nights later, the dark sky loomed like a giant curtain over Hailong Village.
Lan Xiaodie, dressed in an all-black silk robe, light yet luxurious, embroidered with dark golden eerie patterns resembling ancient totems of venomous creatures, subtlely moved with her actions.
Her hair was smooth and ink-black, freely cascading down her back, shimmering with a cold gleam in the moonlight, with occasional strands brushing her cheeks, adding a touch of mystery.
Her face was exquisite like meticulously carved jade, skin pale as snow, emitting a faint cold light, exuding a chilling aura that repelled any approach.
Her brows were like distant smoke, slender and slightly raised, resembling two crescent moons, with tips slightly uplifted, displaying sharpness and aloofness.
Her long, narrow eyes, dark and profound like deep pools hiding endless secrets, at this moment burned with the fierce fire of revenge, the hatred surging, intimidating those who gaze into them.
Under the high bridge of her nose, her lips were as red as blood, blooming like poppies in the night, beautiful yet deadly, with a faint cold smile playing on the corners, full of disdain and contempt.
Her figure was tall and graceful, every move exuding elegance and agility, yet also emitting a spine-chilling eerie aura.
A black silk belt was tied around her waist, its two ends adorned with two emerald jade pendants, carved into the shape of snakes, lifelike, mouths open wide showing sharp fangs, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
At this moment, Lan Xiaodie, like a ghost crawling from the Hell Abyss, remained hidden in the dark. She raised her head towards the Ming Army tents, a glint of ferocious light flashed in her eyes, as if it could turn everything before her into ashes instantly, fueled by the surging flames of hatred.
With a light wave of her hand, seemingly casual yet full of murderous intent, the Five Poison Sect followers behind her, like well-trained phantoms, instantly displayed bizarre body techniques, concealing their forms, silently advancing towards the camp.
Their every step seemed to tread on the edge of death, carrying a deadly threat.
Zhong Renwang, like a sly venomous snake, sidled up to Lan Xiaodie, bearing that nauseatingly sinister smile and whispered, "Sect Leader, with this sudden assault on Hailong Village, surely we can catch the Ming Army off guard. Once succeeded, we can cleverly pin the blame on the Heroic Sakura Association, trapping them from both sides, in a desperate situation. Heh heh, as for those commoners, they’re mere ants on our path of revenge, their lives are insignificant."
Lan Xiaodie let out a cold sneer, the sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a bone-chilling coldness, and said with even more icy coldness in her eyes, "Indeed, as long as we can bring Shi Feiyang and the Heroic Sakura Association to their doom, the lives of these people are of no concern to me at all. Once we take Hailong Village, we’ll then use the Ming Army’s name to pressure Flying Tiger Pass. I’ll see how long Shi Feiyang can hold on." The two exchanged smiles, their smiles filled with boundless cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness, seeing all things in the world as mere trivial tools to exact their revenge.
"Trying to destroy Hailong Village? As long as I, Shi Feiyang, am here, it’s absolutely impossible!" At that critical moment, an earth-shaking shout rang through the night sky like a great bell, instantly shattering the suffocating silence.
Shi Feiyang stepped through the void, his aura monumental, surging forth like a black lightning bolt with the momentum of a thunderbolt.
The moonlight outlined his stern and dignified features on his chiselled face, that gaze filled with determination and fearlessness, seeming to pierce through all plots and schemes.
Lan Xiaodie raised her eyebrows like sharp blades, the corners of her mouth lifted into a cold smile, that smile filled with contempt and madness, she said, "Shi Feiyang, you arrived pretty quickly. But tonight, will be the night you die!"
Having said that, she quickly formed seals with both hands, her movements like shadows, her aura suddenly changed, becoming ominous and terrifying. The previously gentle moonlight was unexpectedly drawn by a strange force, violently converging around her.
Only to see Lan Xiaodie’s three thousand strands of silk hair suddenly dance wildly, each strand flashing with chilling cold light, in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an ice blade storm, carrying a piercing coldness, violently swept toward Shi Feiyang. Wherever it passed, the air was sliced with a sizzling sound, and the ground was marked with deep grooves, like hideous wounds.
Shi Feiyang’s expression was as grave as iron, fully aware that Lan Xiaodie must have come well-prepared this time.
In a moment of crisis, he took a deep breath, circulating the true qi within him, it surged through him like a rushing river, deploying the "Heaven-Burning Technique" recorded in the Nine Yin Scripture.
In an instant, fiery flames erupted around him, the flames were scarlet red, like molten rock burning, carrying a rolling heat wave, these flames collided fiercely with Lan Xiaodie’s ice blade storm.
"Boom!" A thunderous explosion, the whole world trembled, the unique molten land of Hailong Village shuddered violently under this terrifying force impact, spreading cracks like a web.
Ice and fire clashed, generating a powerful airflow like an invisible tornado, uprooting surrounding trees, the tents were ruthlessly overturned on the ground. The Ming Army soldiers, awakened from their slumber by the earth-shattering noise, stood in awe, witnessing the heart-stopping scene, frozen in fear, their legs weak, nearly dropping their weapons.
Shi Feiyang’s hands moved quickly, like a butterfly skimming through flowers, chanting mantras under his breath, fully urging the "Eight Desolate Fire Dragons".
Eight gigantic fire dragons roared out from his palms, each dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, rushing fiercely with great momentum.
The wild flames devoured the heavens and earth around them, crackling fiercely with explosive sounds, threatening to consume everything in their path.
Lan Xiaodie, whose figure flickered within the icy blade storm like a phantom, knew it was a peak duel of their martial skills and the depth of their inner power. She fully unleashed the Celestial Demon Enchantress Art, her form flitting in and out of view within the storm, as if a phantom, weaving an intense battle against the blazing "Eight Desolate Fire Dragons".
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