King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 709 222: Bloodbath at the Famous Duck Shop: Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue'Er's Wedding Conceals a Cunning Plan (Part 5)

Lan Xiaodie looked at Yang Xue'Er and sighed softly: "Miss Yang, you should have been the happiest bride today, but unfortunately, you married a man doomed to die here."

Yang Xue'Er tightly held Shi Feiyang's hand, stating firmly, "Having become one with Shi Lang, I am willing to live and die together, never regretting it." Lu Hongye stepped forward, standing next to Shi Feiyang, extending the Lu Chen Spear by her side, declaring loudly: "Shi Lang, even if we face a dragon's pool and tiger's den today, Lu Hongye will fight alongside you."

Shi Feiyang gazed at them, eyes full of emotion, and said, "With your companionship, I have no regrets in this life."

At this moment, Little Scholar Shi Xiong stood behind Shi Feiyang, gripping his steel knife, his face flushed red, declaring loudly: "Young Master, I am not afraid either, I am willing to stay with you." Shi Feiyang gently touched his head, his tone warm: "Good, Shi Xiong, today the two of us, master and servant, will show these damn villains our might."

Zhong Renwang gave a light cough, speaking slowly: "Shi Feiyang, if you surrender now, I might speak favorably of you before the Imperial Court."

Shi Feiyang responded with a hearty laugh: "Zhong Renwang, you old fox, stop your feigned concern. How could Shi Feiyang submit to you damn villains!"

The Manor Master of Northwest Sword Manor, Dugu Yan, wore a dark brocade robe, crafted from the finest Shu brocade, thick and glossy, like a flowing river of night, exuding a mysterious and stern aura.

At the collar, gold thread embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, twisting like a coiled dragon, highlighting his noble status.

The robe's body was fully embroidered with silver sword patterns, which flickered in the dim light, as if each sword pattern carried memories of bloody slaughter.

At the cuffs, densely embroidered silver thread, akin to winter frost, exuding a trace of chill.

A broad black belt was tied around his waist, made from high-quality leather, its surface smooth, yet feeling resilient.

A mutton fat jade sword-shaped pendant dangled from the belt, intricately carved, the jade warm to the touch, yet in this tense atmosphere, giving off a cold sensation. Below the jade pendant hung a black silk tassel, swaying gently with movement, speaking of his inner turmoil.

On his wrist, he wore a pair of ancient iron wrist guards, the surface covered with mysterious runes, which over time had become increasingly profound.

The edges of the wrist guards were inlaid with a row of fine rubies, emitting an intoxicating light, like the flames of hatred burning in his eyes.

He wore a black felt hat on his head, the material tough, the brim slightly slanted, just covering half his face, adding an air of mystery and gloom.

A white feather was inserted at the top of the hat, long and pure, standing out in the dark environment, seeming to be the only bright spot in the darkness, yet exuding a sense of determination and pride.

At this moment, he was like a volcano about to erupt, emanating an aura that would chill anyone.

He was tall and burly, like a towering mountain, imparting an invisible sense of oppression.

Wearing a black brocade robe, embroidered with silver sword patterns that shimmered coldly under the dim store lights, like his current cold and resolute heart.

His facial features were sharp, as if carved with a knife, years had etched deep marks on his face, which now appeared even more ferocious due to his anger.

His eyes were deeply set, like two ancient wells, within which burned the fierce flames of hatred, staring intently at Shi Feiyang, his gaze seemingly ready to cut Shi Feiyang into a thousand pieces.

His lips were tightly pressed, forming a resolute arc, the corners trembling slightly, showing his extreme inner anger.

Dugu Yan's hands were clenched into fists, knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging on his arms like twisting serpents.

His body trembled slightly, possibly from anger or anticipation of the impending bloodshed. A long sword hung at his waist, with a large ruby embedded in the hilt, which seemed to be ignited by his fury, gleaming with an eerie light.

"Shi Feiyang, give me back my son's life!" His voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless pain and hatred. Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, striking heavily at everyone's hearts.

He stepped forward, and even the floor seemed unable to bear his anger, emitting a "creak" sound.

His eyes showed no hint of fear, only deep resentment towards Shi Feiyang, as if at that moment, nothing in the world mattered, except for tearing Shi Feiyang to pieces to quell the fire in his heart.

Shi Feiyang's expression darkened, saying coldly: "Your five sons committed countless evils, I merely acted on behalf of justice. If you dare to come forward today, I don't mind sending you on your way!"

Xiang Yushan and Lv Yuan exchanged a glance, Lv Yuan said in a deep voice: "Shi Feiyang, today even if you have wings, you cannot escape, better submit quietly and let us achieve this great merit."

Shi Feiyang's lips curved into a mocking smile: "Just with you? Want to catch me, then try!" With that, he slowly drew the Celestial Frost Blade from his waist, its blade flashing coldly, heralding an imminent fierce battle.

The air in the store seemed to freeze, a thrilling battle was on the verge of erupting.

Kang Fusheng let out a powerful roar, as if the roar of a Demon God from the Nine Nether Hell, it was like a tolling bell, rolling and resounding within this "Famous Duck Shop".

In an instant, the air inside the store was distorted by this roar, attendees felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, as if struck by a heavy hammer, many wobbled and struggled to stand firm.

"No need for more words! Act now!" This brief but lethal command was like a spark igniting a powder keg, instantly exploding the atmosphere that had been stretched taut, unleashing a thrilling, heart-pounding bloody battle.

In order to achieve great merit before the Imperial Court, to bring the Beggar Gang closer to the Imperial Court, the Beggar Gang's Elders Ding Hong, Wu Feng, Wu Guo, and Wu Ka, were like four black dragons lurking in the dark that had long been ready to strike.