King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 676 216: The Jinyi Guard's Plot Unravels - Shi Feiyang's Counterattack (Part 2)

Their footsteps were urgent, their momentum aggressive, wherever they went, the air seemed to tremble under the pressure of this powerful momentum, a storm was about to sweep in.

The night sky was like a giant black satin, soft yet sinisterly draping over the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall.

The hall was deathly still, with only a few dim lanterns swaying in the cold wind, seemingly struggling to dispel the darkness, yet appearing so powerless.

Suddenly, a burst of urgent and chaotic footsteps, like dense drumbeats, shattered this suffocating silence.

Zhong Renwang led the Beggar Gang like a pack of ravenous wolves, charging madly towards the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall under the cover of night. Zhong Renwang's figure was tall and burly, like a majestic towering mountain, standing firmly at the hall entrance, exuding a chillingly intimidating aura. His eyes were blood-red from anger and murderous intent, resembling two burning blood pearls, flashing sinisterly in the darkness. He gritted his teeth, his jaws slightly bulging, and his facial muscles twitching from emotional agitation.

Before anyone could react, Zhong Renwang suddenly shouted fiercely, a voice like a great bell, resonating the surrounding air.

He displayed the Beggar Gang's renowned technique, "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms," a skill that shook the Jianghu, each move containing earth-shattering power.

Only his palms danced swiftly, like two nimble flood dragons tumbling in the sea of clouds, stirring up whirring winds, resembling howling winds sweeping in.

Where his palms reached, the air seemed to be torn by an invisible giant hand, emitting a "hissing" sound. The palm technique was overwhelmingly fierce, with a momentum like mountains toppling and seas overturning, charging straight at Lu Qiao, as if to crush everything in front into smithereens.

Beggar Gang Elder Ding Hong tightly gripped an iron rod, it was like a nimble serpent in his hands.

He was like a frenzied bull, snorting heavily through his nostrils, eyes bulging round, filled with madness and cruelty.

He charged towards Elder Martial Artist Lu Qiao's disciples, his footsteps urgent and heavy, each step seemingly intending to leave deep imprints on the ground. The iron rod in his hand waved like a whirlwind, bringing forth streaks of afterimages, each strike carrying immense power, as if capable of splitting mountains and breaking rocks.

The iron rod struck the disciples, making dull thuds, instantly splattering blood, leaving the disciples screaming repeatedly, an extremely bloody and tragic scene like Human Purgatory.

Beggar Gang Elders Wu Lishan, Wu Kerui, and Wu Zai quickly led Beggar Sect Disciples into action. Their figures were nimble, like well-trained hounds, maneuvering freely in the night. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall impenetrably.

These Beggar Sect Disciples had cold eyes, their weapons flashing with cold light, they cooperated seamlessly, forming a suffocating siege. Tonight, under Zhong Renwang's command, their only goal was to leave no living member of the Lu Family, to wipe them out from this world completely.

Veteran Martial Artist Lu Qiao stood solemnly in the center of the hall, his gaze steady yet carrying a hint of resolve. Seeing the tide of enemies rushing in, he knew his time was short.

But to protect his family and Lu Hongye, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes, a resolve to die if it meant saving his loved ones.

He took a deep breath, the breath quickly flowing through his body, causing his robe to flutter slightly.

Then he shouted, his voice echoing far and wide, executing the most lethal move from the Lu Family Spear Technique, "Jade and Stone Burns Together".

In an instant, the spear shadows flashed like lightning, resembling streaks of lightning across the night sky, enveloping Zhong Renwang.

The spear tip gleamed with cold light, like specks of starlight shining in the darkness, posing a deadly threat towards Zhong Renwang's vital areas.

Zhong Renwang was startled, his face instantly turned pale, like the lingering snow of winter.

His pupils contracted sharply, a flash of fear in his eyes.

At the critical moment, he hurriedly withdrew, his steps frantic, almost falling over. Yet in his heart, he remained sinister, taking advantage of Lu Qiao's spent move, before his body fully regained balance, suddenly turning to seize Lu Hongye.

At this moment, Lu Hongye's broken arm throbbed with pain, her forehead beaded with sweat, yet she continued to fight valiantly, single-handedly with Beggar Gang Elder Wu Lishan. Her figure was nimble, like an agile swallow, the Lu Chen Spear gleaming coldly in the night.

However, facing Zhong Renwang's sudden attack, she couldn't evade.

Zhong Renwang's hand like an iron claw, quickly and precisely seized her.

Lu Qiao was shocked, his eyes bulging wide, almost breaking his eye sockets.

His eyes were filled with urgency and rage, hurriedly thrusting the spear towards Zhong Renwang's back.

Zhong Renwang, amidst his panic, turned around, pulling Lu Hongye in front as a shield.

Lu Hongye's eyes flashed with a trace of despair, that despair like a deep abyss, almost consuming her.

But she was inherently stubborn, biting her lip tightly, drawing a trace of blood yet uttering not a single word of rescue.

At this critical moment, Shi Feiyang arrived.

He was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, descending with dazzling brilliance and unstoppable momentum.

Seeing the scene before him, his heart burned with rage, that fury like roaring flames, instantly igniting within his chest. He let out a fierce shout, that shout like a sudden thunderclap, carrying endless power, intimidating everyone present.