King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 603 - 201: Turmoil at the Inn: Du Guxing Fights the Heroes, Lan Xiaodie’s Sinister Plot Shocks All (Part 3)

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Chapter 603: Chapter 201: Turmoil at the Inn: Du Guxing Fights the Heroes, Lan Xiaodie’s Sinister Plot Shocks All (Part 3)

Lan Xiaodie looked like a celestial immortal, but inwardly she was utterly disgusted with Du Guxing.

She forced a smile, her lips slightly curving upwards, forming a false grin as she responded, "The Young Manor Master’s kindness is hard to refuse; Xiaodie will certainly accompany to the end." However, her eyes inadvertently flashed with a hint of unnoticeable disdain.

In the inn, the Beggar Sect disciples rarely had the chance to indulge in such feasting and drinking, each drinking themselves into a stupor.

Some were sprawled out on tables, snoring like thunder and deep in sleep; others were still shouting loudly, hoarsely urging one another to drink.

Some staggered to their feet, attempting to fetch more wine, but stumbled, "thud," to the floor, igniting a round of laughter from those around them. Shi Feiyang and the others quietly approached the inn. Outside, the cold wind grew more fierce, causing the inn’s doors and windows to creak eerily, as if ghosts were wailing and wolves howling. Shan Zhi seized the moment, his plum blossom dart like a black lightning bolt, effortlessly ending the life of the lookout outside the inn.

Shi Feiyang, Miao Menlong, Xiang Kun, and Xie Wen skillfully stretched out their hands, catching the bodies firmly, preventing them from making a sound as they fell, then gently laid them down. Following this, they hunched over, stealthily slipping into the inn’s interior.

Inside the inn, the candle flames flickered unsteadily in the rampant cold wind, as if ready to extinguish at any moment. The smell of wine filled the entire space, making heads swim. Lan Xiaodie’s cheeks flushed red like ripe apples, her gaze dazed, drunkenness already taking hold.

In that hazy moment, Du Guxing before her transformed into Shi Feiyang, whom she longed for day and night yet hated to the bone.

In an instant, a fierce glint flickered in her eyes, akin to a cold star twinkling in the dark night.

Suddenly, her almond eyes opened wide, filled with rage, her red lips parted, her voice like ringing silver bells yet full of endless hate, she shouted, "Shi Feiyang, you damned scoundrel, come face your fate! Today is the day you die!"

Before her voice even faded, her slender, yet powerfully strong hand suddenly extended, like a black lightning bolt, grabbing the massive wine jar on the table. In her hand, the wine jar seemed as light as a toy, its sound whistling through the air as it gathered all her fury, aimed fiercely at Du Guxing’s head. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Bang!" A loud crash, like a bolt from the blue, the wine jar shattered into countless fragments, splattering everywhere, wine spraying like a fountain.

"Ah!" Du Guxing let out a harrowing scream, as though struck by lightning, he fell backwards, crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed from his head, akin to a stream rushing down the mountains, trickling down his cheeks, instantly engulfing his once charming and refined face, now he looked utterly disheveled and appalling.

Shi Feiyang and the others, while quietly sneaking into the inn, were taken aback by this sudden turn of events, their hearts jolted as if a massive stone had been cast into a tranquil lake.

Shi Feiyang reacted swiftly, his sharp eyes quickly scanned the crowd, simultaneously raising his hand swiftly, his palm gently waving in the air, immediately gaining everyone’s understanding. Like well-trained phantoms of the night, they hurriedly and silently retreated, merging into the ink-black darkness outside the inn, their silhouettes seemingly fused with the night, vigilantly observing the goings-on inside the inn.

Lan Xiaodie’s decisive strike instantly dispelled her drunkenness completely. She stared at Du Guxing, whose face was bloodied and who was crying out in agony, her heart secretly crying out in alarm, yet her face maintained composure, revealing no sign of flaw.

She hurriedly expressed her apologies to Du Guxing, her voice tender like the breeze of a spring day, gently brushing past: "Young Master Dugu, I’m terribly sorry, Xiaodie drank too much and became muddled, mistakenly taking you for that wicked scoundrel Shi Feiyang. Please be big-hearted, forgive Xiaodie for this unintentional mistake."

The Beggar Gang elders, Wu Ning and Wu Ao, originally a bit drunk, were instantly startled awake by the sudden loud noise and Lan Xiaodie’s words, standing up swiftly as agile as leopards.

The disciples of the Five Poison Sect and the swordsmen from Mingjian Manor also quickly responded; the inn’s atmosphere instantly turned tense, like a bowstring pulled taut to the extreme, as if just the slightest external force would cause it to snap.

Awkward tension, like thick fog, filled the air, oppressing the ability to breathe.

Du Guxing gazed at Lan Xiaodie’s pitiful and apologetic appearance, and smelling her orchid-like fragrance, his anger dissipated in an instant, vanishing without a trace. His heart softened, his tone gentle, "Master Lan, it’s fine. It must be that Shi Feiyang’s many wrongdoings made Master Lan loathe him so much, resulting in this error."

Seeing this, Lan Xiaodie smiled gratefully, like a flower blooming in spring, she personally picked up a bandage, carefully tending to Du Guxing’s wound, her actions as gentle as caring for a rare treasure, her gaze focused and earnest.

Shi Feiyang hidden in darkness, stealing glances towards the inn, only then understood that Lan Xiaodie mistook Du Guxing for himself.

His lips curved slightly upwards, a barely perceptible smile flashed, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, vanishing in an instant.

Next, he waved his hand, the gesture like that of a general commanding thousands of troops, signaling the heroes to continue their actions.

Everyone hunched over, once more cautiously creeping into the inn, their figures in the darkness as light as phantoms.

Shi Feiyang’s form darted, like a black lightning bolt, his speed making it difficult for anyone to catch, heading alone towards the inn’s rear courtyard.