King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 696 220: Celestial Prison Terror: Shi Feiyang Leads the Xiongying Heroes on a Perilous Rescue (Part 2)

The iron rod sliced through the water, sending splashes flying, precisely striking the vital spots of the piranhas.

The piranhas, once hit, struggled painfully a few times in the water before losing their lives and slowly sinking to the bottom.

Jiang Huotian's eyes were calm, like a deep, bottomless lake; his movements were nimble like a spirit in the water.

He moved freely among the piranhas, each strike clean and swift, leaving no chance for the piranhas to retaliate.

"Centipede" Gongsun Ren wielded a pair of Wu Yue Hooks, performing the "Centipede Hook Technique". It was like two agile and fierce centipedes dancing in the water, hook shadows flickering. His hooks sliced through the water with a "whoosh," carrying a breath of death. They shredded the approaching piranhas, causing blood to splatter, turning the waterway's waters increasingly murky.

Gongsun Ren's face was twisted like a demon from Hell, cursing incessantly, his dual hooks spinning faster and faster, falling into a frenzy of slaughter. Each swing was filled with endless anger.

"Cyan-faced Beast" Feng held the Ghost Ring Saber, performing the "Mountain-Cracking Saber Technique". His saber strikes were extremely vicious, each carrying a wild energy. His eyes held madness and ferocity, like a beast enraged.

Saber light flickered, and with each chop, the piranhas were split into pieces, blood splattering, staining everything around in red.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen held the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net in one hand and a dagger in the other, his gaze sharp as a hawk.

He was agile, moving among the piranhas like a nimble eagle, circling in the air, searching for the prey's weak spots.

Each time he covered a piranha with the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, he would swiftly, like lightning, stab at its eyes, abdomen, and other vital spots with the dagger. The movement was seamless, precise, and deadly. As the dagger pierced the piranha, it let out painful struggles, but Xie Wen was ruthless, continuing to seek the next target.

In this bloody battle, everyone was struggling on the edge of life and death, every moment filled with the unknown and danger.

Little Scholar Shi Xiong, though small in stature, held a fearless heart, like a steadfast little stone, unwilling to show weakness in this perilous waterway.

He clutched tightly a somewhat thin wooden stick in his hand, but it seemed to hold great power.

He looked tense, his little face flushed, beads of sweat continuously exuding from his forehead. Yet, in his eyes was a stubbornness and determination, his fear suppressed as he closely followed everyone's footsteps, joining the thrilling bloody battle.

His gaze was locked onto the approaching piranhas, each swing of the wooden stick carrying all his strength. The stick cleaved through the water, making a "whoosh," and struck the piranha hard, raising splashes.

Though his power was relatively weak, his unyielding fighting spirit shone like a sliver of light in darkness, encouraging the heroes.

"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong was locked in a cage, watching the piranhas like surging tides constantly pressing toward the group of heroes. His heart became resolute, his eyes suddenly flashed with determination, like lightning in a cold night.

Disregarding his frail body, he unleashed an astonishing strength like an enraged trapped beast.

He bellowed mightily, like a bell, his palms striking hard at the cage.

The cage, although extremely solid, actually swayed slightly under his full-force strike.

Wu Zhong gritted his teeth tightly, his cheeks puffed up, and veins bulged like winding snakes on his forehead.

He exerted strength again, and with a "crack," the cage was unexpectedly split open by his bare hands.

Wu Zhong staggered, his steps weak, each step seeming to use all his strength, but his gaze was incredibly firm, burning with a blazing flame.

At this moment, although his hands were shackled with heavy iron chains, making movement extremely inconvenient, he still charged resolutely toward the sluice gate.

He reached the gate, pushed it hard with his hands, and the steel gears, under his push, made a "creak" sound, like the roar of a demon. The gears ruthlessly ground his hands, blood instantly gushed out, dyeing the gate red.

Wu Zhong gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he remained silent, deeply burying all the pain in his heart.

Under his efforts, the gate slowly closed, blocking the piranhas outside.

On the other side of the gate, they crashed frantically, making a dull noise.

Wu Zhong, however, paid a heavy price. His hands were bloody and gory, the bones exposed, and due to severe pain and blood loss, he swayed, ready to fall with a breeze.

Wu Zhong's wife, Xiao Lingling, was burning with anxiety, like an ant on a hot pan. She tightly grasped the Mandarin Duck Saber, its blade glinting with cold light, resembling her decisive gaze, filled with a spirit of facing death calmly.

She leaped to Wu Zhong's side with the agility of a leopard, and without a word, she slashed at the shackles on Wu Zhong's feet and handcuffs. Each swing carried her full of urgency and expectation, and the blade cutting through the air made a "whoosh" sound.

However, the shackles and handcuffs made of steel were incredibly sturdy, like an immovable mountain.