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

Chapter 146: Shi Feiyang bravely kills the Flying Eagle Gang, his cold light stuns the enemy

Zhong Renwang collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, staining the ground in front of him crimson like a blooming sea of ​​blood. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, his limbs twitching weakly, but he no longer had the strength to get up and continue fighting Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang walked slowly to Zhong Renwang and looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes full of contempt, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

"Zhong Renwang, you have committed many evil deeds. Today is your end." As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang raised the Burmese knife high. The blade reflected the cold moonlight and emitted a deadly aura. Then he slashed towards Zhong Renwang fiercely.

"Crack! Ouch!" At the critical moment, Zhong Renwang's son, Zhong Wanwang, flew in like a flash of black lightning, tightly grasping the Spring and Autumn broadsword. His face was distorted, his eyes were red, and with a resolute momentum, he used all his strength to block Shi Feiyang's Burmese sword.

With a loud "crack," Zhong Wanwang's Spring and Autumn broadsword was abruptly severed by Shi Feiyang's Burmese sword, sending the broken blade flying in an arc. The immense force of the blow sent Zhong Wanwang careening backward, spitting blood in the air like a blooming blood flower.

But he risked his life to save Zhong Renwang's life.

Zhong Renwang took the opportunity to roll up in a panic, stumbling and running away like a drunk.

At this moment, Zhong Wanqiang inherited his father's ruthlessness, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He brandished the Spring and Autumn broadsword like a wild beast, slashing and slashing with swift and vicious movements.

After a few exclamations, he pushed several swordsmen in front of Shi Feiyang and acted as scapegoats for Zhong Renwang.

"Crack" sounds rang out continuously, and those swordsmen who were pushed in front of Zhong Wanqiang were instantly turned into corpses under Shi Feiyang's sharp knife. With several "bangs", they fell heavily to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

In the strong cold air emitted by Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong, the blood quickly coagulated into blood clots, and then shattered on the ground with a "pop", telling of the cruelty of this fierce battle.

In the tense situation, Xie Zhichuan and Tang Zhihan sensed an ominous premonition, and their eyes were filled with panic and fear.

The two exchanged glances in the chaos, and while everyone's attention was focused on the fierce confrontation between Zhong Renwang and his son, they fled the scene stealthily and silently like two homeless stray dogs, disappearing into the bloody night.

This brutal bloody battle finally ended. The front yard of the huge stone mansion was littered with corpses. Among these corpses were 370 swordsmen. They all died under Shi Feiyang's sharp Burmese knife, and all this happened in just half an incense stick of time.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and onto the earth, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to the blood-washed courtyard of the stone mansion.

Shi Feiyang stood in the center of the courtyard, his eyes sharp as torches, pondering the next step in his life journey.

Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Jin Liufu and others gathered around him, with expressions of admiration and worry on their faces.

They admire Shi Feiyang's bravery and wisdom, but are also worried about the more severe challenges they may face in the future.

However, in Shi Feiyang's resolute eyes, they saw hope and the dawn of victory.

"Go back and rest. No more enemy bandits will bother us for now," Shi Feiyang said calmly. He sheathed his sword, turned around, and walked towards the main house with Gong Simeng in his arms. Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, and Jin Liufu led the Xiongying Society disciples in carrying the bodies to the outskirts of the city for cremation.

Shi Xiong summoned the maids and servants of the Shi Mansion and began to clean the courtyard, wash the floor and walls, and make the Shi Mansion spotless.

The next morning, soft sunlight gently sprinkled on Suzhou Prefecture, covering the city with a layer of golden gauze.

On the streets, the number of pedestrians gradually increased, and the hawkers' cries and the sounds of horse-drawn carriages weaved a picture of a bustling market.

Shi Feiyang stood in front of the Shi Mansion, took a deep breath of fresh air, his heart filled with longing and determination for the future.

Although we achieved a glorious victory in last night's battle, the journey against the Japanese pirates is still long and arduous.

Shi Feiyang must cheer up and lead the brothers of Xiongying Society to resist foreign enemies and defend their homeland.

Gong Simeng walked out of the Shi Mansion, holding an exquisite food box in her hand, and said softly to Shi Feiyang: "Feiyang, eat something before you go."

Shi Feiyang took the food box with a smile, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

The two ate and talked, with a determined light flashing in Gong Simeng's eyes. She held Shi Feiyang's hand tightly and said gently: "Feiyang, no matter where you are, I will support you and accompany you."

Shi Feiyang nodded with emotion, gazing at the flowers and plants in the courtyard embraced by the morning light, his heart filled with longing for his family.

He left Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Xiao Lingling and Shi Xiong to take turns accompanying Gong Simeng, and asked Zhuque and Baihu to guard her side. Only then did he feel at ease to lead Wu Zhong and Jin Liufu to mount their horses and set out to catch up with the slow-moving cavalry in front.

Shi Feiyang knew that the absence of "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen meant that the cavalry ahead was safe for the time being, but the world was full of twists and turns, so he dared not take it lightly. Galloping all the way, their hooves kicking up dust, the cavalry encountered a sudden crisis when they arrived in Luoyang.

At this time in Luoyang City, the willow trees on the streets sprouted tender green buds, dancing in the wind, and the peach blossoms bloomed in pink and green, emitting a faint fragrance.

Shi Feiyang tightened the reins and, along with Wu Zhong and Jin Liufu, slowly rode through the streets of Luoyang City, their gazes occasionally scanning the bustling markets and bustling crowds on either side. Their horses' treads on the bluestones of the pavement made a crisp sound, a stark contrast to the surrounding clamor.

"Chief, Luoyang City is so prosperous!" Jin Liufu exclaimed, his eyes flashing with curiosity and excitement.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, but was secretly alert in his heart.

Behind this prosperity often lies unforeseen danger. He glanced around, trying to detect any possible threats from the gaps in the crowd. "The more prosperous the place, the more cautious we must be," he whispered to Wu Zhong and Jin Liufu. "Our mission is arduous, and we must not be careless."

Wu Zhong looked solemn, gripping the hilt of his knife tightly, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Although Jin Liufu is young, he knows what is important and what is not. He put away the smile on his face and became more focused.

On both sides of the street, the cries of vendors and the laughter of pedestrians can be heard one after another, forming a vivid picture of the market.

Shi Feiyang and the other two walked through it, as if they had merged into this bustling city, yet they maintained an indescribable sense of alienation.

At this time, a breeze blew, bringing the fragrance of peach blossoms and the freshness of willow leaves, making Shi Feiyang feel a little more relaxed.

He took a deep breath, feeling this gift from nature, and an inexplicable power surged in his heart.

Amidst the bustling crowds, the cries of vendors echoed one after another, creating a lively scene. However, beneath this peaceful and tranquil appearance, an undercurrent was quietly surging.

Shi Feiyang and his companions rode through the bustling streets, their gazes piercing their surroundings. Amidst the bustle, they sensed a sense of something unusual. He Kezhou, leader of the Flying Eagle Gang, lurked in the crowd, gazing sullenly at Shi Feiyang and his companions. He was accompanied by several black-clad followers, all with solemn expressions, seemingly awaiting their leader's orders.

He Kezhou sneered and was thinking about how to launch a surprise attack on Shi Feiyang in the prosperous city of Luoyang.

He knew that Shi Feiyang's purpose in this trip was serious and must be related to the Japanese pirates, and that his "Flying Eagle Gang" could capitalize on this opportunity to make a fortune. He Kezhou noticed that Shi Feiyang was still on the way and mistakenly believed that the over a hundred carriages were loaded with gold, silver, treasures, and food. With greed in his eyes, he decided to go in person.

So, He Kezhou rode on the white dragon horse, holding the legendary Hongming sword in his hand. The blade was cold and shining in the sunlight.

Beside him, his brave wife Shan Xue was very agile. They smiled at each other and used the BMW's amazing speed in tacit understanding to rush to the outskirts of the city, meet up with the villains of the Flying Eagle Gang, and intercept the cavalry of the Xiongying Society.

He Kezhou suddenly shouted loudly, his whole body filled with strength, and together with Shan Xue, he displayed the powerful "Couple Sword Technique". The two coordinated their movements and communicated with each other, launching a fierce attack on Gongsun Ren and Yang Feng.

In an instant, the air was filled with the murderous aura of a sword, making a hissing sound, as if even the air was being cut apart.

Gongsun Ren, nicknamed "Centipede", faced the enemy's sudden attack with his eyes immediately becoming as sharp as an eagle. He tightly grasped a pair of Wu Yue hooks, the hooks shining with metallic luster in the sun, like two dazzling lightning bolts.

Yang Feng, known as the "Green-faced Beast", was also fearless. He held the steel knife tightly in his hand, and the blade flashed with cold light, like ice.

Faced with the fierce attack of He Kezhou and Shan Xue, these two young heroes showed no intention of retreating and resolutely faced the enemy. A thrilling battle began, and the swords and shadows of both sides intertwined on the battlefield, forming a thrilling picture.

During the fierce battle, the cold light of the Hongming sword became more and more dazzling under the sunlight. Every time He Kezhou swung it, it brought out a sharp wind sound, as if a sharp blade was cutting through the air, making a "whooshing" sound, which was terrifying.

Gongsun Ren's Wu Yue hook was flexible and changeable in his hands, like two nimble poisonous snakes. When it collided with the Hongming sword, it emitted dazzling sparks and made a crisp "clang clang" sound, like a war drum on the battlefield, inspiring the morale of both sides.

Yang Feng, relying on his extraordinary strength and precise moves, fought Shan Xue to a standstill. His steel blade swung with the force of a tiger, each chop carrying a tremendous force, and the dull "bang bang" sound of his blade colliding with Shan Xue's was like thunder, shocking everyone.

The four figures moved swiftly, their swords flashing and shadows dazzling the eyes. Three thousand disciples of the Xiongying Society drew their swords to protect the cavalry, engaging in a fierce battle with the vicious bandits of the Flying Eagle Gang. The shouts and clash of swords from both sides blended into a passionate war song.

In the first few moves, Gongsun Ren and Yang Feng cooperated well and their attacks were fierce.

Gongsun Ren's Wu Yue hook stabbed at He Kezhou like lightning, while Yang Feng waved his sword to block Shan Xue's attack. The two of them fought back and forth, pressing forward step by step, in a silent contest, and every move and every style was full of power and wisdom.

However, they also gradually realized that they had been trapped in the breathtaking "husband and wife swordsmanship" of He Kezhou and Shan Xue. The exquisiteness of this swordsmanship lies in the perfect coordination between the two, every move and every form seems to be a perfect match made in heaven, and every blow hits the vital point.

After only three moves, the power of He Kezhou and Shan Xue's swordsmanship was fully demonstrated.

They turned lightly and immediately performed a unique skill called "Beauty of the Woman and Talent of the Man".

The precious sword in He Kezhou's hand slashed in a dazzling arc, its light like the brightest star in the night sky, scattering all around. With a resounding "crack," it abruptly severed the steel blade in Yang Feng's hand. The powerful impact split Yang Feng's knuckles, and the steel blade in his hand broke in two, falling to the ground. Simultaneously, Shan Xue's blade power shifted subtly. She deftly deflected Gongsun Ren's double hooks, then, with a smooth slash of the blade, sliced ​​through Yang Feng's shoulder with a "hiss." Fresh blood immediately gushed out, staining Yang Feng's clothes crimson.

Despite being injured, Yang Feng showed no fear. He quickly rolled on the ground and avoided the enemy's continuous attacks.

At this time, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian saw this scene, with flames of anger burning in his eyes. He tightly gripped the split iron rod, roared, and rushed towards He Kezhou like a black lightning.

Upon seeing this, He Kezhou and his wife crossed their bodies and quickly performed a move called "Untaught Beauty Becomes a Dependent".

Their double swords spun rapidly, forming a sword curtain, which easily deflected Gongsun Ren's pair of Wu Yue hooks that attacked again, and with a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, He Kezhou swung his Hongming sword, and with a "click", he cut off Jiang Huotian's forked iron rod. The powerful impact force caused Jiang Huotian to fly backwards and fall heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, He Kezhou and his wife took advantage of the current favorable situation and cleverly performed the move of "the breeze leads the pendant down from the jade platform".

Their movements were as light as swallows, and their double swords danced in the air, easily deflecting the arrows shot by Miao Menlong. With the sound of "ding ding dang dang", the arrows fell to the ground one after another, failing to cause any harm to them.

At the same time, Shan Xue's swordsmanship suddenly changed. She swung the blade and skillfully deflected the plum blossom dart thrown by Shan Zhi.

With a few loud "bangs", the plum blossom darts were knocked away and deviated from their original trajectory.

In this dazzling attack, He Kezhou swung the Hongming sword in his hand, accurately scratching Gongsun Ren's shoulder. Although Gongsun Ren felt severe pain, he still held the Wuyue hook tightly, his eyes firm and full of determination, staring at the enemy in front of him without fear.

Despite the extremely dangerous situation they found themselves in, the warriors of the Xiongying Society, including Gongsun Ren, Yang Feng, Jiang Huotian, Miao Menlong, Shan Zhi and others, showed no fear. Their hearts were filled with deep love for their country, and they refused to back down even in the face of a powerful opponent.

With fearless courage and tenacious fighting spirit, they continued to fight a life-and-death battle with He Kezhou and his wife. Every attack was filled with a firm determination to die.

There was a fierce light flashing in the eyes of Deputy Gang Leader Shan Bing, like an enraged beast.

He suddenly shouted loudly and unleashed the powerful "Seven Injury Fist". His momentum was like a tiger pouncing on its prey. With an indomitable ferocity, he rushed towards the "barrel" with great swiftness.

Shan Bing's figure left a shadow in the air, and the wind from his fists whistled, as if it was about to tear the air around it apart, making a "whoosh" sound. Although Lu De was chubby and short, he did not look clumsy at all.

When he heard Shan Bing's attack, his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and he used his profound "Tian Yuan Gong" without hesitation.

In an instant, the aura around him circulated, and a powerful internal force spread out, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed the powerful "Tiangang Palm Technique", his palms dancing and palm shadows flying. Each palm shadow contained a thousand pounds of force, and he rushed towards Shan Bing.

His legs were firmly planted on the ground, like a towering mountain, and his hands were like a dragon emerging from the sea, moving left and right, chopping or sweeping, engaging in a fierce head-on fight with Shan Bing.

The fists were whistling and the palms were flying. The two figures quickly intertwined in the bright spring light, like two lights and shadows dancing.

Each collision unleashed a powerful surge of air, shaking the surrounding air like boiling water, a resounding thud. Each blow from Shan Bing's "Seven Wounds Fist" was packed with ferocious force, his fists hurling themselves at Lu Dedao like cannonballs, seemingly blasting him back. Meanwhile, Lu Dedao's "Heavenly Gang Palm" was unparalleled in its ferocity, its force unstoppable. Each strike carried the force of a tidal wave, seemingly pulverizing Shan Bing. The two collided with a deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue.

The hatred between Shan Bing and Lu De seemed to reach its peak at this moment, and their eyes were filled with the belief that they would win.

Shan Bing gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He used all his strength in every punch, venting all his hatred on Lu De. Lu De's face was solemn, his eyes fixed on Shan Bing's every move.

That determined look seemed to tell Shan Bing that he would never back down easily.

Amidst the continuous onslaught, Shan Bing suddenly shifted sideways with remarkable agility, deftly avoiding a powerful palm strike from Lu De. Simultaneously, he took advantage of Lu De's aging form and exposed a flaw, then delivered a backhanded punch that, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck Lu De's waist. The punch was incredibly fast, catching him off guard.

Lu De reacted quickly, his eyes narrowing slightly, his body instantly crouching, and then he rolled sideways with smooth movements, narrowly avoiding the attack. Shan Bing's fist grazed Lu De's clothes, bringing with it a gust of wind.

The two men clashed once again, each attack and defense thrilling. Lude unleashed the "Taishan Pressure" technique from his "Tiangang Palm Technique," raising both palms high before slamming them down. The force of his palms was like the collapse of Mount Tai, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, Shan Bing didn't dare to take it head-on and quickly took a few steps back. At the same time, he used the "Splitting Rocks and Piercing Clouds" move from his "Seven Injury Fist" and punched forward. The wind from his fist and Lu De's palm power collided in the air, making a loud noise and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Lu De took advantage of the situation and moved forward, dancing his palms quickly and performing a move from the "Tian Gang Palm Technique" called "Wild Wind Sweeping Leaves". The shadows of his palms were heavy and swept quickly towards Shan Bing's upper body.

Shan Bing's figure flashed like a black lightning, cleverly avoiding Lu Dedao's attack. At the same time, he tapped his feet lightly and quickly circled behind Lu Dedao. He used the "Broken Bones and Destroyed Tendons" move from the "Seven Injury Fist" to hit Lu Dedao's back hard.

Lu De sensed the attack from behind, turned around quickly, crossed his palms, and used the internal force of "Tian Yuan Gong" to resist.

With a "bang", the two separated again. Lu De's feet left two deep marks on the ground, and Shan Bing was also pushed back a few steps by the powerful recoil force.

The air was filled with the smell of soil and sweat, as well as indescribable tension and anticipation.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, and "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu rode over. They witnessed the fierce fighting on the battlefield from afar, and a trace of anger flashed in their eyes.

But they did not rush to seek revenge on He Kezhou, Shan Xue and Shan Bing, but made a quick judgment.

The three men jumped off their horses with graceful and smooth movements, and drew their swords in mid-air.

Shi Feiyang's body moved like lightning, charging towards the Flying Eagle Gang's bandits. He activated his Mingyu Gong, a faint blue light emanating from his body. A chill permeated the air, a bone-chilling chill that felt like an invisible force, penetrating the Flying Eagle Gang's acupuncture points.

He charged forward holding a Burmese knife. Wherever the blade went, a cold light flashed. Heads flew around, and countless corpses fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wu Zhong followed closely behind, displaying his Iron Palm Kung Fu, chopping with his palms and sweeping with his knife, his movements were swift and ferocious.

His palms were like sharp blades, and every time he chopped down, he brought with him great power. When the villains of the Flying Eagle Gang were hit by him, there was a "crackling" sound of broken bones, which pierced people's eardrums, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

Jin Liufu was not to be outdone. He used his left palm and right knife, slashing left and sweeping right, his body moving flexibly.

His swordsmanship was sharp, and every time he swung it, he could cut countless Flying Eagle Gang bandits in half. Blood splattered everywhere, quickly staining his clothes red.

Seeing this, the "master archer" Miao Menlong and the "plum blossom dart" master Shan Zhi also seized the opportunity to intercept He Kezhou and Shan Bing with arrows and darts. Miao Menlong drew his bow, the arrow on the string, and with a "whoosh", the sharp arrow shot towards He Kezhou like a meteor.

Shan Zhi frowned, his eyes revealing determination. The plum blossom dart in his hand spun rapidly in his palm. With a few crisp "bang" sounds, the dart was wrapped in a sharp gust of wind and shot towards Shan Bing like a meteor in the dark night.

The tip of the plum blossom dart flashed with cold light, drawing arcs in the air, like the scythe of the god of death, heading straight for Shan Bing's vitals.

He Kezhou and Shan Bing witnessed the 7,000 disciples of the Flying Eagle Gang being slaughtered like ants on this bloody battlefield, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Their faces were distorted with anger, their lips trembled, but no sound came out.

In addition to endless anger in my heart, there is more deep helplessness and sadness.

They were eager to escape from this hell on earth. Their feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step they took was extremely difficult.

However, Gongsun Ren, Yang Feng, Lu De and other heroes were like a solid wall, surrounding them tightly.

In desperation, He Kezhou's eyes were instantly bloodshot, like a wounded beast.

He swung the Hongming sword in his hand even more swiftly, the blade flashing and forming an impenetrable light curtain, trying to carve a bloody path through the enemy group. His arms trembled slightly from the excessive force, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with blood and sliding down his cheeks.

Shan Bing also clenched his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, and tried his best to perform the "Seven Injury Fist" skill.

The fists roared like surging waves, carrying an indomitable momentum, constantly attacking the enemy's encirclement.

The three struggled on the brink of life and death. Finally, under their almost crazy attacks, they broke through the encirclement and fled wildly into the distance. Their figures gradually became blurred in the diffuse blood mist.

This brutal bloody battle finally ended. Among the more than 7,000 people dispatched by the Flying Eagle Gang, only He Kezhou, Shan Bing and Shan Xue escaped by chance. The rest of the gang members all fell under the knives of Shi Feiyang, Wu Zhong, Jin Liufu and others.

On the battlefield, broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and no body was intact. Blood gathered into streams, flowing along the cracks in the ground, dyeing the land dark red.

After He Kezhou and others ran for several miles, they staggered to a stop.

They supported each other and collapsed to the ground, the light in their eyes gradually dimming.

Afterwards, the three of them hugged each other and cried bitterly. The cries were sad and desolate, echoing in the empty wilderness.

This fierce battle caused them to lose all their strength and resources. The Flying Eagle Gang collapsed in an instant, and their past glory dissipated like bubbles.

After crying bitterly, Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Ding Hong and others rushed to the scene dejectedly.

They looked at the bloody scene before them and felt sad.

Feeling sympathetic towards each other, they naturally asked each other what had happened.

When he heard that Shi Feiyang, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Water Dragon" Jin Liufu and others had arrived at the outskirts of Luoyang, Zhong Renwang's originally dim eyes instantly flashed with a cunning light, just like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

A surge of ecstasy surged in his heart, the excitement nearly making him leap to his feet. He impatiently turned to look at his son, Zhong Wanqiang, and fiercely ordered, "Wanqiang, contact the Golden Spear Society immediately! Don't waste a moment! Head south to Suzhou Prefecture and capture Gong Simeng as a hostage!" As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his facial muscles twitching slightly with excitement, as if he had already seen the miserable state Shi Feiyang was in under his control.

Xie Zhichuan heard this and his depressed expression disappeared instantly, with a twisted smile appearing on his face.

His eyes were narrowed into slits, flashing with morbid excitement, and the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a row of yellowed teeth. He looked as if he was looking forward to an extremely exciting game.

He thought to himself, "Now we're going to have a good show. Shi Feiyang, oh Shi Feiyang, let's see how you can act this time."

Tang Zhihan followed closely behind, clinging to Zhong Renwang like a shadow. He gave a thumbs-up, a flattering smile on his face, and praised, "Senior Zhong, you are truly the leading figure in the martial arts world. Your wisdom and strategy are truly unmatched! This move will surely make Shi Feiyang submit obediently."

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head. He no longer looked dignified like the leader of the Huashan Sect. He had become a loyal fan of Zhong Renwang.

A few days later, the spring rain fell gently like silk threads on the streets and alleys of Suzhou Prefecture.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the occasional hurried footsteps echoed on the wet cobblestone road, making it seem particularly lonely.

Under the eaves in the distance, water droplets kept dripping from the tiles, making a crisp "tick-tick" sound, as if playing a sad music, adding a bit of loneliness to this quiet rainy day.

The ancient city wall of Suzhou Prefecture is looming in the rain and fog. The ancient bricks and stones seem to carry the vicissitudes of thousands of years, silently telling stories of the past.

The surface of the moat under the city wall was covered with ripples. The falling raindrops broke the original tranquility, reflecting the green willows and pink peaches on both sides of the river. However, they could not conceal the slight sadness in the hazy rain and fog.

During these rainy days of spring, most people in Suzhou Prefecture stay at home, or sit around the fire, drinking tea and reading, enjoying this rare tranquility; or stand quietly in front of the window, looking at the rain outside, their thoughts drifting far away.

In the huge stone mansion, Gong Simeng had no intention of appreciating the picturesque scenery.

She was wearing plain clothes, her hands gently caressing her bulging belly, leaning against the window, gazing at the scene of the continuous spring rain. Her eyes were full of worry, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her heart was full of waves.

She knew very well that beneath the surface calm lay hidden dangers, and without her husband Shi Feiyang by her side, danger could come at any time.

She recalled every moment she spent with Shi Feiyang. Those beautiful memories were like warm sunshine, illuminating her slightly lonely heart.

She missed her husband's figure, his strong arms, and his gentle words.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that her husband would return safely and take her away from the coming storm.

The spring rain is like fine threads, gently interweaving together, covering Suzhou Prefecture in a hazy curtain of rain.

The raindrops fell softly, hitting the bluestone road with a "tick-tick" sound, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming bloody battle. At this moment, danger was like a poisonous snake lurking in the darkness, quietly approaching the stone mansion.

Zhong Renwang stood in the rain, a sinister smile on his face. He turned to look at Xie Zhichuan, his eyes revealing a hint of unwillingness to refuse. He said coldly, "Nephew Xie, it's time to act. Take out some money and let's go to the Suzhou government office. We have to stabilize the prefect and the detectives."

Although Xie Zhichuan felt a little reluctant, facing Zhong Renwang's order, he could only grit his teeth, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, forced a smile on his face, and said, "Boss Zhong has ordered me to do my duty."

After saying that, the two of them hurried towards the government office.

At the same time, the Golden Spear Society's chief leader Yang Miaofeng, deputy chief leader Yang Hua, Qingyan Hall master Yang Han, Feixun Hall master Yang Cun, Fuhu Hall master Yang Qun and others, led a group of Golden Spear Society villains, accompanied by He Kezhou, Shan Xue and his wife, and Shan Bing, and quietly sneaked into the Stone Mansion like a group of ghosts.

They were dressed in black, their figures looming in the rain, and the rain slid down their clothes and dripped onto the ground, as if it was a foreshadowing of the blood that was about to be spilled.

In broad daylight, this group of evil bandits broke into the Stone Mansion without any scruples, and a fierce fight broke out instantly.

Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbi Fist", Lie Quan, the master of "Qiankun Sword", Xiao Lingling, the master of "Yuanyang Sword", and Shi Xiong, the little servant, were not afraid of this group of uninvited guests. They drew their weapons and prepared to fight the enemy.

The villains of the Golden Spear Society raised their spears, and the tips of the spears flashed coldly in the rain.

Yang Miaofeng shouted, "Kill them!" With this order, the villains rushed forward like a tide, waving their spears like nimble poisonous snakes, stabbing at the people in the Shi Mansion.

The spear sliced ​​through the air, making a swishing sound, like the call of the god of death. Liao Pei flashed and unleashed a Tongbi Fist. His arm shot out like lightning, hitting the wrists of several villains with a few "bangs", causing them to drop their spears.

Lie Quan brandished the Qiankun Sword, the sword light flashed, and it collided with the spear, making a loud "clang clang" sound and sparks flying everywhere.

Xiao Lingling let out a delicate cry, and the double-edged sword in her hand spun rapidly, forming a curtain of swords that made a "whooshing" sound, blocking the stabbing spears one after another.

Although Shi Xiong was young, he did not back down.

Holding a short knife, he nimbly moved among the enemy groups. Every time he struck out with the knife, the enemy would scream in pain.

Suzaku and Baihu were guarding in front of Gong Simeng who was holding Xiao Yuyan. Their fur was soaked by the rain, but their eyes were extremely fierce.

Facing the Golden Spear Society villains who were stabbing at him with spears, Suzaku spread his wings, made a "ga ga" sound, and pounced on the enemy with his sharp claws, scratching their arms until they were bleeding.

The white tiger bared its fangs and claws, and let out a low roar. The "wow" sound echoed in the rain. It suddenly leaped up and slapped the enemy with its powerful claws, knocking the villains to the ground.

He Kezhou, holding the Hongming sword, joined the battle with Shan Xue and Shan Bing.

As He Kezhou swung his precious sword, the blade flashed, slicing through the air with a sharp sound, and when it collided with the spear, it made a crisp "clang" sound. Shan Xue unleashed the "husband and wife sword technique", coordinating with He Kezhou in perfect harmony. The flashes of the blade left everyone in the Shi Mansion somewhat overwhelmed.

Shan Bing unleashed the "Seven Injury Fist", with whistling wind and "whoosh" punches hitting the enemy. Each punch carried such powerful force that the surrounding air vibrated.

Inside the stone mansion, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and animals roaring were intertwined. Rain mixed with blood flowed through the cracks in the ground, dyeing the floor of the stone mansion dark red.

The bloody battle under the spring rain became more and more intense. Both sides tried their best and launched a life-and-death contest on this bloody battlefield.

The Golden Spear Society's chief leader Yang Miaofeng, deputy chief leader Yang Hua, Qingyan Hall leader Yang Han, Feixun Hall leader Yang Cun, Fuhu Hall leader Yang Qun and others were like a pack of ferocious wolves, with fierce light flashing in their eyes and the spears in their hands flashing cold light in the rain.

They exchanged glances, understood each other tacitly, shouted in unison, and performed the "Sickle Hook Spear Technique". The spear tips danced like countless sharp sickles, with a "swish" sound of breaking through the wind, rushing straight towards the Suzaku and White Tiger who were guarding Gong Simeng.

The dense gun shadows seemed to devour the two divine beasts in an instant.

(End of this chapter)