King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 670 215: Shi Feiyang’s Calm Strategy, Eliminating Evil at the Drunken Spring Pavilion

The atmosphere within the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall remained tense and oppressive.

The disciples inside all wore solemn expressions, and an indescribable tension pervaded the air.

They knew that the upcoming action would determine their fates and the future of the entire Jianghu.

Elder Martial Artist Lu Qiao looked around warily, observing his surroundings. Only after ensuring no anomalies did he limp over to Shi Feiyang's side, lowered his voice, and conveyed the intelligence Wan Niang had painstakingly delivered to him.

The intelligence revealed the latest movements of the Jinyi Guard and their next steps against the Five Poison Sect.

Upon hearing that the prisoner transport had changed route to Hangu Pass, Shi Feiyang's thick brows furrowed instantly, contemplating inwardly. Hangu Pass was a strategically critical area, easy to defend and hard to attack; this move by the Jinyi Guard was definitely well-planned.

But there was no room for hesitation now.

He had to make a swift decision to cope with this sudden change.

If he did not dispatch forces promptly, he would certainly betray the brotherly bond.

Thus, Shi Feiyang's gaze became resolute, his expression stern, and he promptly gave orders. He turned to look at "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen and said in a deep voice, "Xie Wen, this matter brooks no delay. You must go immediately to relay the instructions, ordering Liao Pei and Lie Quan to lead the main force of our Central Plains Sub-Branch and feign an attack on Fengling Ferry. Create a massive commotion that will make the soldiers think our main force is there, diverting their full attention."

Xie Wen acknowledged the order; his figure moved like lightning and vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.

Understanding the importance of the task, he dared not slack off in the slightest.

Then, Shi Feiyang turned to the recently arrived "Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling, "Round Barrel" Lu Dechu, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Xingyi Fist" Fan Shi, and "Seven Cultivation Sword" Kong Triangle, and said firmly, "The few of you, lead a small team, infiltrate in secret, and launch a surprise attack on Hangu Pass to rescue Wu Zhong. Remember, this mission is fraught with dangers, and you must not be complacent."

Everyone cupped their fists, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.

They knew this was a life-and-death battle; each had to give their all.

The Heroic Sakura Association operated like a finely tuned war machine, quickly splitting into two groups.

One led by Xie Wen would simulate attacking Fengling Ferry; the other, led by Xiao Lingling and others, would secretly make their way to Hangu Pass.

Even though Xiang Kun was severely injured, his body so weak that a gust of wind seemed enough to topple him, his face pale as paper, and his steps unsteady.

Yet, thinking of Wu Zhong trapped in peril, his heart surged with chivalrous passion like a fierce fire burning. He refused to let his injuries become a burden to the team and decided to accompany Xiao Lingling to Hangu Pass.

Xiao Lingling glanced at Xiang Kun, a trace of worry flickering in her eyes, but there was no time for more words now. Everyone immediately prepared their gear and raced towards Hangu Pass, knowing that timing was of the essence and not a moment could be wasted.

At that moment, Hangu Pass was in early spring; although it should have been a time for revival and crisp spring chills, it remained firmly under the grip of winter's residual power.

The cold wind, like countless sharp ice sabers, howled from all directions, whipping at people's faces with stinging pain, as if trying to peel their skin away.

In the sky, large snowflakes floated down, as light as goose feathers yet laden with endless cold, dancing through the sky.

In just a moment, the entire Hangu Pass was blanketed in silver-white, leaving only this vast, white world between heaven and earth. Within this snow-covered scene lay countless unknown dangers and challenges.

Hangu Pass, a historically famous fortress with extremely treacherous terrain, had towering peaks on both sides reaching into the clouds, like two giants standing on earth. Between them was a narrow, winding passage akin to a sleeping giant dragon, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

On either side of this passage, the cliffs were filled with jagged rocks. These stones, against the backdrop of wind and snow, appeared even more ominous and terrifying, as if every stone harbored a lethal threat, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, Wu Zhong was imprisoned in a cart surrounded by guards, each wielding sharp blades, their eyes alert, their watch strict, silently telling Wu Zhong that any escape attempt was in vain.

Sitting inside the cart, Wu Zhong was secretly formulating an escape plan. He knew he couldn't sit and wait for death, or not only would his own life be at risk, but he would also endanger the brothers coming to rescue him. His eyes showed determination as he began to secretly circulate his energy, attempting to break the restraints on him.

Just then, Xiao Lingling led her subordinates on horseback, the sound of hooves like thunder, shattering the silence of the icy, snowy land.

She rode at the forefront, like a red plum blossom blooming in the wind and snow, vibrant yet resilient.

She wielded the Mandarin Duck Saber, her movements agile, charging first into the Jinyi Guard's formation, her gaze firm as a torch, the Mandarin Duck Saber in her hand slicing through the air like fierce wind, deploying the "Seven Fiend Saber" technique.

The saber gleamed like a meteor streaking across the night sky, as light and nimble as a butterfly. Wherever it reached, nearby guards fell with screams, blood splattering on the spot, leaving stark patches of red on the pristine snow.

But she hadn't anticipated that the Jinyi Guard had already set multiple traps, and with one misstep, she stumbled into a spear formation.

All around, the soldiers thrust their spears, the spear tips gleaming with a cold light, like a silver forest surrounding her tightly.

In an instant, Xiao Lingling was in grave danger, dodging left and right, her Mandarin Duck Saber wielding rapidly, trying to fend off the spears that came at her like raindrops, but unfortunately, there were too many soldiers, and the spear formation was impenetrable.