Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 119: 119. A decisive battle in the storm: Shi Feiyang is trapped in a siege while traveling south to Suzhou, and he struggles for survival

In the rainstorm, masked men in black kept rushing towards us with swords in hand, and it was impossible to kill them all!

During the fight, Shi Feiyang not only did not feel tired, but with the suction of the Mingyu Gong vortex, the more power he absorbed from the enemy, the more powerful his internal strength became. Wrapped in the majestic energy between heaven and earth, the powerful internal force in his body was like surging, hot magma, surging wildly.

At this moment, the wind became more and more violent, as if it was going to turn the whole world upside down. The raindrops fell like dense bullets, crackling and interweaving with the sound of fierce fighting, playing a cruel melody.

Among the crowd of people who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, Shi Feiyang was agile and moved around freely like a fish in water.

His hands were like two nimble and deadly dragons, flashing with icy light under the gray sky with heavy rain, leaving a bloody mess wherever they went.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed a "Dragon Tail Sweep" move. His legs instantly transformed into a thick, powerful dragon tail, spinning at an astonishing speed. The rotation drove the surrounding rainwater, forming small vortexes that exuded a powerful suction force, engulfing anything that came near.

The wind was whistling loudly, like a tornado, sweeping towards the masked men around.

The masked men who were swept away were like light straws and were blown away without any resistance.

"Bang, bang, bang!" With dozens of muffled sounds, they fell heavily to the ground, followed by bursts of screams that pierced the noise of wind and rain.

Some of the masked men were hit in the arms, and with a crisp "crack" sound, their arms were instantly broken and hung limply. Blood from the broken bones mixed with rainwater flowed down, gathering into dark red streams on the ground; some were hit in the waist, and the whole person curled up like a shrimp, rolling painfully in the mud and water, emitting painful groans from their mouths, the sound sounded particularly miserable in the wind and rain.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Dragon Spine Piercing" move. His body shot like an arrow, dashing towards a masked figure with the force of the wind. His right hand was like a sharp spear, the tip of which seemed to condense endless power. With an unstoppable momentum, he pierced the masked figure's back directly.

Blood flowed down Shi Feiyang's arm, forming streaks of blood in the rain, like winding blood-colored snakes, which was shocking to the eye.

In this fierce battle, Shi Feiyang used the magical skill of the Dragon Claw to its fullest extent.

Every movement he made was crisp and clean, full of power and speed, like a god of war descending to earth.

The rain kept hitting Shi Feiyang's body, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart. The anger was like the burning sun, hot and fierce, ready to burn all enemies to ashes.

As the last masked man fell, Shi Feiyang stood quietly in the rain, his breathing steady and his eyes firm, like an unshakable monument. Although the fierce battle was over, Shi Feiyang knew that his feud with Xie Zhichuan had just begun.

Shi Feiyang wanted Xie Zhichuan to pay a heavy price for his actions, and also wanted Xie Zhichuan to understand that the consequences of provoking Shi were something he could not bear.

The strong wind seemed to overturn the heaven and earth, carrying with it heavy rain, like an enraged beast, roaring and raging wildly between heaven and earth.

The wind was whistling like ghosts and wolves howling, and the raindrops as big as beans were like dense arrows, crackling and hitting the ground, splashing layers of water, as if to wash away all the dirt and sin in the world.

The accumulated water on the ground rose rapidly, forming a turbulent current that constantly impacted everything around it.

Shi Feiyang stood alone in the center of the storm, having just finished a brutal fight with a masked man. A chilling murderous aura emanated from his entire body. Rainwater mixed with blood kept dripping down the corners of his clothes, gathering at his feet into a shocking dark red puddle, the color of which was like the mark of despair left behind after the death of life.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a sharp blade flashing in the cold night. He stared around vigilantly, not missing any corner where danger might be lurking, and guarding against the deadly crisis that might come again at any time.

At this moment, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from far away, like the mad beating of dense war drums, which was particularly abrupt in the noisy rainstorm and tore a hole in the road.

Lie Quan, Jin Liufu, Xie Wen, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, and Xiang Kun led more than a hundred disciples, riding on tall horses, and came at lightning speed.

The straw raincoats on their bodies fluttered in the raging wind, like black battle flags fluttering unyieldingly in the wind and rain.

Although everyone's faces were tired from the long journey, their skin was rough and red from the wind and rain, and their lips were dry and chapped, but when they saw Shi Feiyang, their eyes were instantly filled with unconcealable joy and excitement, and the light seemed to be able to penetrate the thick rain.

Lie Quan dismounted with a clean and swift movement, strode quickly to Shi Feiyang, knelt on one knee, and slammed his knee heavily into the mud, splashing water.

His voice trembled with excitement, and he choked up a bit: "Master, we finally found you! Our brothers have traveled thousands of miles to meet you, sleeping in the open air, hoping to welcome you home!"

His eyes were full of admiration and loyalty, because Shi Feiyang was his faith.

A hint of warmth flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, and his originally icy eyes softened a little in an instant, like a bonfire burning in the cold night.

He reached out and helped Lie Quan up. His movements were steady and powerful, and his voice was clear and resonant, carrying a reassuring power: "Elder Lie, thank you for your hard work! Running through this storm, and facing all the difficulties and obstacles along the way, it's hard for you."

His words were full of care for his subordinates, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Everyone gathered together, and even though they were in the midst of an extremely severe storm, they could not hide the joy in their hearts.

Jin Liufu smiled widely, raindrops streaming down his cheeks. He took a step forward, his voice rising slightly with excitement, "Chief Leader, Elder Liao Pei has already built the headquarters on Piaomiao Peak in Taihu Lake, and the various incense halls are perfectly arranged. Piaomiao Peak is shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, resembling a fairyland on earth, but the terrain is extremely dangerous. It's truly a place where one man can hold the fort against ten thousand. It's truly the perfect place for our Xiongying Society to establish itself in the south of the Yangtze River!"

As he spoke, he gestured, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh. His hearty and heroic laughter echoed for a long time in the wind and rain. "Elder Liao is indeed a veteran! His efficiency is truly admirable! Haha! With him handling these important matters, I feel completely relieved."

Everyone laughed too, their laughter filled with longing and hope for the future, breaking through the suffocating rain.

Jin Liufu continued, "Master, I have one more thing to report to you. You and the various incense hall masters have already purchased real estate in Suzhou Prefecture. Your house is particularly spacious and magnificent, with pavilions, terraces, and servants to look after you. We brothers are extremely grateful to you. You have enabled us to live a stable and prosperous life, freeing us from the hardships of wandering and living in the open air."

His face was filled with a happy smile and his gratitude to Shi Feiyang was beyond words.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression solemn and dignified, like a majestic god of war. He said earnestly, "Brothers have followed me, Shi Feiyang, through life and death, endured countless hardships, and braved mountains of swords and seas of fire. This is what they deserve. Our Xiongying Club is to ensure that every brother has a stable home and a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the wind and rain, revealing a reassuring power and promising his brothers a bright future.

At this moment, Xie Wen stepped forward, cupping his fists respectfully. Rainwater trickled down his arms as he cupped his fists and said, "Master, I've already invited fellow Jiangnan martial artists to your new residence in Suzhou Prefecture for a wedding banquet. Firstly, to congratulate you on your move and the beginning of a new chapter; secondly, to allow you to meet the leaders of the various Jiangnan martial arts schools and renowned heroes. As you know, Jiangnan is a land of intense commerce. Most of the martial arts schools here focus on making money, with little fighting. This, in turn, reduces the bloody atmosphere often associated with the Jiangnan world and allows for a more down-to-earth and harmonious atmosphere."

His words were sincere and his eyes were full of expectations and longing for the future.

Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment, his gaze gazing into the distance. Through the layers of rain, he saw his grand plans for the future in Jiangnan. He exclaimed, "That's excellent. Xie Wen, you lead the way, and be sure to be cautious. We'll head south later. Once we reach Jiangnan, we must be cautious in everything we do and not easily offend the major sects. Our Xiongying Society is new here, so we must live in harmony with everyone and work together to carve out a niche for ourselves in this land of Jiangnan."

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he was planning a shocking plan.

The next morning, the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. The warm sunlight poured down unreservedly on the earth, creating a hazy mist that enveloped the sky and earth in a dreamy veil. The heroes rode into Kaifeng Prefecture and checked into the Yuelai Inn.

The inn was bustling with people coming and going, and the noise was deafening, but the oppressive atmosphere was always there and could not be dispelled.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, like a warning bell from fate, foreshadowing the impending crisis.

The tables and chairs in the inn were arranged in a mess, and people's faces were tired and vigilant.

Suddenly, a shrill cry was heard, like an extremely sharp blade, cutting through the noise of the inn.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man who looked like a businessman lying in a pool of blood. The blood spread uncontrollably on the ground, forming a shocking dark red color, which was the cruel proof of the loss of life.

Next to me, a woman held her newborn daughter, weeping bitterly. Her cries were filled with despair and helplessness, a wail from the depths of her soul. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes hollow, and tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat, making her look incredibly miserable.

It turned out that the businessman had lost all his money and his life's work had gone to waste. In despair, he chose to commit suicide.

Shi Feiyang's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, wanting to rescue him.

But when the woman saw everyone surrounding her, her eyes were filled with despair and fear. She subconsciously hugged her daughter tightly, and her body trembled uncontrollably like a frightened deer.

Shi Feiyang comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, ma'am. We will definitely help you. Just relax. No matter how big the problem is, we are here and will never let you and your child get hurt." His voice was gentle and firm, trying to bring a little comfort to the woman.

However, the woman just smiled miserably, and that smile was full of despair towards the world. She handed her one-month-old daughter to Shi Feiyang and begged, "Hero, please save my daughter... I have no desire to live, and there is no place for me in this world. I only ask that you give this child a way to survive, so that she can live well." Before she finished speaking, she slammed her head against the wall, blood splattered on the spot. The scene hurt the hearts of everyone present.

The woman's body slowly fell down, with a hint of relief in her eyes, but also left behind endless regrets.

Everyone was shocked, and Shi Feiyang was even more heartbroken.

He took the baby girl and looked at the tender little face in the cradle, feeling mixed emotions.

The baby girl's face was rosy and had the unique milky scent of a baby, which formed a sharp contrast with the bloody and cruel scene, and made the impermanence and sadness of this world even more apparent.

The heroes were filled with emotion, sighing for the poor couple and shaking their heads, lamenting the tricks of fate and the difficulties faced by ordinary people. Shi Feiyang gently stroked the baby girl's face and said softly, "From now on, you are my sister, Shi Feiyang."

He then entrusted the baby girl to Xiao Lingling, "Sister Xiao, please take care of this child. I'll name her Shi Yuyan. You must treat her like your own sister, taking good care of her and letting her grow up in sweet love."

His eyes were full of love and care, and he poured all his tenderness into the child.

Then, Shi Feiyang took out another gold leaf and handed it to the innkeeper, saying in a deep voice, "Shopkeeper, please ask you and the waiter to bury this couple properly. This is their last dignity, so we must not be careless. Burying them in peace is the last thing we can do for them."

The shopkeeper took the gold leaf, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, nodded repeatedly, and put on a false smile: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely do it well and make sure this couple leaves in glory."

There was a hint of cunning in that smile, which made people feel vaguely uneasy.

The news that Shi Feiyang had checked into the "Yue Lai Inn" in Kaifeng Prefecture spread quickly to the Divine Sword Villa like wings.

When Xie Zhichuan heard this, he was secretly delighted and a sinister and cunning smile appeared on his face, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. He felt that this was a great opportunity to bring down Shi Feiyang.

He immediately bribed the government, used a large amount of gold and silver to bribe people, and made arrangements with everyone, falsely accusing Shi Feiyang of murder for money and killing the businessman couple.

At that moment, at the Shenjian Villa on the outskirts of the city, Xie Zhichuan paced back and forth in his room, his eyes flashing with a malicious glint, as if he had already witnessed the scene of Shi Feiyang being brought to justice. Soon, a group of constables rushed into the Yuelai Inn with great momentum, their faces full of ferocious intent, weapons in hand, like a pack of vicious wolves.

The leading captain shouted, "Shi Feiyang, you're a murderer for money, come with us! Don't try to deny it, the evidence is irrefutable!" There was unquestionable arrogance in his voice.

The detectives' clothes were covered in dust, and their weapons gleamed coldly in the sunlight, showing their majesty to the heroes of the Xiongying Society.

Shi Feiyang glared at them and was about to argue when the innkeeper suddenly turned around and pointed at Shi Feiyang, saying, "Sir, it was him! I saw him kill that couple with my own eyes! He was holding a knife and looked so fierce. I was so scared that I didn't dare to say a word and could only hide aside and tremble."

That expression and tone were as if he really was an innocent witness.

The shopkeeper's eyes were evasive and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he had something to hide.

When the heroes of Xiongying Society saw this, they were immediately furious.

Wu Zhong drew out his broadsword, the blade flashing, and roared: "You bunch of dogs, how dare you frame my chief! I think you are tired of living!" After that, he wrestled with the constables.

Wu Zhong has a strong physique and sharp swordsmanship, and each of his sword strikes carries a tremendous force.

For a moment, the inn was filled with the sounds of flying tables and chairs, shattering porcelain, and shouts of killing and cursing. The inn's belongings were scattered, the walls were covered with dust, and people were running for cover in the chaos.

Shi Feiyang didn't want to pay any attention to these greedy constables, let alone engage in a fight with them. He also knew it wasn't a good time to stay here for long, so he decisively said, "Brothers, retreat! Don't keep fighting!"

Everyone rode out of the city, the sound of horse hooves echoing in the streets, but they were intercepted by countless masters of the Divine Sword Villa outside the city.

I saw dust flying in front of me, and a group of men in black holding sharp blades blocked the way.

The faces of those men in black were covered with black cloth, revealing only pairs of cold eyes. They looked like messengers from hell, emitting a chilling aura. The men in black stood tall and straight, the sharp blades in their hands flashing coldly in the sunlight.

The violent wind seemed to have broken free from the ancient demon god's seal that had lasted for eternity, and it was raging wildly between heaven and earth. The deafening roar seemed to tear the sky apart and cause the sky to collapse.

The invisible yet powerful wind blade, like a sharp knife, frantically tore at Shi Feiyang's clothes. The cloth rustled violently, like an unyielding battle flag fluttering in the wind, which could be torn into pieces at any time by the violent wind.

The bean-sized raindrops were like sharp arrows thrown by the god of war, carrying a majestic momentum to destroy the world, and "crackling" heavily hit Shi Feiyang's face, which was clear-cut, firm and cold as if it was cut by a knife or an axe.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a towering mountain that had stood for eternity. He was unaware of the severe pain, except for his deep eyes that burned with a fiery fighting spirit. His gaze was like a torch, calmly and sharply scanning the group of masked men around him who were staring at him like wolves, ready to attack.

The rain slid down Shi Feiyang's cheeks and gathered into strings at his resolute chin, which further highlighted the coldness and determination emanating from his body. He was like a statue of the god of war cast from cold iron, standing still in the wind and rain and surrounded by enemies.

Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "Today, I must make sure these bastards from the Divine Sword Villa never return. I will seek justice for this person, Shi!"

Looking around, the trees in the strong wind looked like a group of giants with their backbones pulled out. They were shaking violently in pain in the wind, and their branches were blown all over the place.

The broken branches creaked in despair as they fell one after another. Every crisp sound seemed to be the death knell for this brutal battle.

The leaves flying all over the sky are like a group of panicked butterflies, spinning and drifting helplessly in the vortex of the strong wind, adding a bit of sadness and helplessness to the upcoming bloody "slaughterhouse".

The accumulated water on the ground quickly gathered into a turbulent and turbulent stream, rushing down along the terrain. Wherever it went, the sand and gravel were ruthlessly swept away, as if it wanted to completely disrupt all order in the world and reshape it into a chaotic and disordered world.

Shi Feiyang rode steadily on the horse. The steed couldn't help but tremble slightly in the strong wind, and its four hooves pawed the ground restlessly, but it still faithfully carried the brave and fearless knight.

Shi Feiyang's spine is as straight as a pine tree, standing proudly in the violent wind and rain, becoming a firm figure in this chaotic world, like a bright light in the darkness, bringing hope to the heroes of the Xiongying Society.

"Suzaku, Baihu, protect Miss Gong! Other brothers and sisters, prepare to break out! Cut a bloody path, leave it to me! Be careful of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, these bastards are all from the Divine Sword Villa!" Shi Feiyang's voice echoed like a huge bell in the wind and rain.

That steady and powerful voice was like a thunder that split the haze. It exploded in the hearts of the heroes of the Yingying Society with a "boom", and hope and courage surged in their hearts.

The atmosphere, which was originally as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, eased slightly. Everyone seemed to have found a ray of light in the darkness, which was the hope of life and the dawn of victory.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were firm, conveying his belief in victory to the heroes of Xiongying Society.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang jumped up from the horse's back like a black lightning.

His movements were nimble and agile, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, drawing a resolute and fearless black arc in the air. Against the backdrop of wind and rain, that arc looked particularly eye-catching and dazzling, like a ray of hope that broke through the darkness and illuminated the fear in everyone's hearts.

The moment he landed, Shi Feiyang drew his sword in mid-air. With a "clang", the sound of metal collision was crisp and loud, and the sword light flashed like a cold star.

The cold light seemed to be able to cut a hole in the darkness, and the cold air rushed in his face. In an instant, even the surrounding rain was frozen by this bone-chilling cold. The raindrops solidified in the air, and only the knife in Shi Feiyang's hand exuded a deadly aura.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang activated the Mingyu Gong, and the true energy in his body surged like a surging tide. A layer of light white mist of true energy quickly wrapped around his body, like an indestructible mysterious shield, exuding an awe-inspiring and powerful aura.

Even the raging wind and rain seemed to have weakened a little under the suppression of this aura. The wind was no longer so fierce, and the rain seemed to be a little lighter.

At this moment, he used the Hundred Victories Sword Technique with his right hand and the Divine Dragon Claw Technique with his left hand. He was like a god of war descending to earth, emitting a terrifying and sharp aura. In the midst of wind and rain and the heavy encirclement of enemies, he was like a towering mountain, standing proudly and indestructible, becoming an insurmountable mountain for the enemy.

Shi Feiyang was filled with great ambition. Every move and every style contained endless power. He wanted to crush all the enemies in front of him.

Almost simultaneously, seven masked men, swords drawn, soared through the air. Clad in black, they resembled seven dark ghosts from hell in the wind and rain. Their movements were perfectly coordinated, their toes tapping as they traced unpredictable arcs through the air. Instantly, they formed a tight circle around Shi Feiyang, forming the deadly Thirteen Swords formation.

This sword formation was like an invisible yet extremely tough net, trapping Shi Feiyang at the core.

The rain hit the weapons, splashing layers of water, and the sound of "ding-dang-dang" was endless. Mixed with the splashing mud and water, the sky and the earth were filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

In an instant, every inch of the air was filled with the enemy's sword energy, which was so oppressive that it made people breathless, and even breathing would be cut by the throat by this sharp sword energy.

In the sky, lightning flashed like silver snakes. Every time it passed, it instantly illuminated the sky and the earth, reflecting Shi Feiyang's stern face and the enemy's hideous figure; the thunder rumbled, like the roar of a god, adding a bit of shock and terror to the battle.

Shi Feiyang stared at the enemy's sword formation, thinking quickly in his mind about how to break the formation. His eyes revealed a hint of determination and resoluteness, but also a hint of disdain. It seemed as if that look could penetrate the enemy's soul and see through their inner cowardice.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident sneer. This smile was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing straight into the enemy's heart.

To Shi Feiyang, the struggles of these people were just like those of trapped beasts, and were futile.

At this moment, the wind was howling like an angry beast, and raindrops as big as beans fell to the ground with crackling sounds, splashing layers of water. It seemed that the sky and the earth were swallowed up by this violent wind and rain.

But Shi Feiyang stood like a towering mountain in the center of this chaos, exuding a terrifying aura.

At this moment, one of the masked men's eyes became stern, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

At this moment, he seized the opportunity, exerted force suddenly, and used the move of "sword to seal the throat".

His sword was like a flash of lightning, instantly cutting through the rain curtain. The sword moved in a line, and the sword energy was like a materialized sharp blade. With a "hissing" sound of breaking through the wind, it cut through Shi Feiyang who was in a straight line in front of him and instantly entered a "throat-locking" state.

The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, freezing the surrounding air, and the breath of death was overwhelming.

Shi Feiyang was not afraid at all. His eyes were as firm as iron as he stared at the sword that was coming at him. The cold light of the sword tip was reflected in his pupils. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with it in a split second.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently like a volcano about to erupt, gathering endless power. He unleashed a move from his Hundred Victories Sword Technique, "Golden Dragon Claw," and the blade swung, creating a whirring sound like a roaring golden dragon, a combination of both offensive and defensive prowess.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. The sparks from the collision were particularly dazzling in the rain, like a meteor across the night sky, leaving a brief but bright light in the darkness.

The light illuminated Shi Feiyang's stern face and the frightened eyes of his enemy. He accurately deflected the opponent's sword, and at the same time, Shi Feiyang's left hand shot out like a ghost, grabbing the opponent's neck in a mysterious way.

His palm was like a pair of pliers, tightly locking the enemy's throat. With a shrill scream, the sound was infinitely amplified in the wind and rain, drowning out the thunder and the sound of wind and rain.

Shi Feiyang used his five fingers to tear the opponent's throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a glaring blood line in the rain. Mixing with the rain, it dripped onto the muddy ground and was quickly washed away by the rushing water, leaving only a faint red mark, which disappeared in a flash, like a brief and bloody footnote in this brutal battle.

Seeing this, the other masked men not only did not retreat, but attacked even more fiercely.

They used moves such as "Returning the Wind to Seize the Moon" and "Green Peak to Cut the Face" to attack Shi Feiyang with their swords.

Under the "Returning Wind to Seize the Moon" move, the sword move was like a swift whirlwind, sweeping from the side with a whistling sound, stirring up the mud and fallen leaves on the ground, as if to drag the entire battlefield into an endless vortex of death. The mud and water splashed, forming a turbid fog, which blocked people's vision, as if they were in a chaotic world.

"Qingfeng Cuts the Face" is a sword move that is so sharp that it goes straight to Shi Feiyang's face, drawing streaks of cold light in the rain, which makes people shudder. The cold light seems to be able to freeze people's souls, and fear spreads in their hearts. Every streak of cold light is like a call of death.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, secretly calculating the enemy's weaknesses in his mind, and his body was like a dragon, moving flexibly in the sword formation.

His eyes were focused and calm, not missing any details, and he continued to use the "Golden Dragon Claw" move, with the sword flashing and the claw shadows heavy, protecting himself tightly.

At the same time, relying on his profound internal strength, the white mist of Qi emitted by Mingyu Gong formed a huge turbulent vortex, spinning at a high speed "whoosh whoosh", sucking the swords of the six enemies into it, making their sword moves instantly lose their accuracy.

Shi Feiyang spotted the flaw and swung his knife with his backhand. The knife flashed like a bolt of lightning across the night sky, cutting off the head of a masked man.

The head rolled in the rain with an unwilling look, and finally fell heavily into the mud, splashing a turbid water, and was quickly submerged by the rain. It was just an insignificant dust in this brutal battle, yet so shocking, making people deeply feel the fragility of life and the cruelty of war. The disappearance of each life is like the fall of a star.

At this moment, the wind and rain became more violent, playing a sad song for this tragic battle. The strong wind, carrying rain, beat the earth wantonly, trying to completely wash away this bloody battlefield, but it seemed to be in vain covering up the cruelty and evil in this world.

(End of this chapter)