King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 350: Chapter 148: Sinister Zhong Renwang Sows Discord, Fan Chang Falls for the Ruse and is Consumed by Rage

After walking a while longer, Fan Chang sensed something was off. He stopped in his tracks, turned to Xie Zhichuan, and asked with a hint of suspicion and alertness in his voice, ”Nephew Xie, where are the people who slander my Xingyi Fist Sect? Why can’t I see a single shadow?”

Xie Zhichuan’s heart tightened suddenly, feeling like it was about to leap out of his throat. However, he forced himself to remain calm, squeezing out a smile, and stammered, ”Sect Leader Fan, don’t worry. I clearly saw them wandering around here just now. They probably saw your awe-inspiring presence and got scared into hiding. They’re guilty like thieves, knowing they’re not your match.”

At this moment, Shan Bing seized the opportunity. Like a well-prepared leopard, he leaped out from the cave like a black lightning bolt, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to react. The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, aiming straight at Fan Chang’s back.

Being the Sect Leader of the Xingyi Fist Sect, Fan Chang had rich Jianghu experience and a sharp sixth sense. Just before the dagger was about to pierce him, he sensed the danger and spun around abruptly, creating a gust of wind with his swift movement.

Instinctively, he used his arm to block. The dagger was incredibly sharp, slicing through his arm instantly, with blood gushing out like a flood breaking through a dam, leaving a shocking streak of blood on his arm.

Fan Chang shouted angrily, his voice echoing all around: ”Who are you? Why attack me in ambush? Daring to commit such an evil deed in broad daylight, is there no justice left?” Shan Bing let out a cold snort, his voice emotionless, as if from Hell: ”Hmph, accept your death! Today is your last day!” Saying so, he swung the dagger again, attacking Fan Chang like a ghost, with the dagger cutting through the air with cold light.

While flexibly dodging Shan Bing’s attacks, Fan Chang turned his head and shouted at Xie Zhichuan: ”Xie Zhichuan, what is the meaning of this? Why collude with this villain? Have you lived up to the trust I’ve placed in you?”

Xie Zhichuan’s face instantly turned as pale as paper, his lips trembling, and he stammered, ”Fan... Sect Leader Fan, I... I had no choice! They... they threatened me! If I didn’t do this, they’d kill my whole family!”

As he spoke, he retreated, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness, like a truly pitiable person forced into it.

Tang Zihan, hearing the fierce sounds of fighting from the woods, had his heart tighten suddenly, realizing the critical moment had arrived.

He took a deep breath, a resolute look flashing in his eyes. Like a wolf catching the scent of blood, he rushed out of the woods, ready to assist Shan Bing.

At that moment, the night at Red Dawn Peak was like a huge black cage, eerily silent all around, with only the sounds of fighting reverberating in the valley, making it seem especially sinister.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, occasionally piercing through with a faint light, casting across the forest, making the mountain seem shrouded in a mysterious veil, daunting and chilling.

Fan Chang, seeing yet another person charge out of the woods like a ravenous wolf, felt a sudden jolt in his heart, cursing inwardly at the mishap.

His sharp gaze, like two cutting swords, swept over Tang Zihan instantly with just one glance, realizing he was already trapped in a desperate situation, with little hope for survival.

But being the Sect Leader of the Xingyi Fist Sect, the innate stubbornness and heroism within him burned like an inextinguishable fire, refusing to yield easily to villains.

He took a deep breath and shouted, a sound akin to a giant bell resonating, attempting to shatter the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere: ”Hmph, even if it’s bloodshed today, I absolutely won’t let you villains succeed in your plot!”

The words barely finished when he planted his feet firmly, as steady as a pine rooted in rock crevices.

Following that, he performed the ultimate move of the Xingyi Fist, ”Tiger Form Fist.”

He appeared agile, his tiger eyes wide open, lunging forward like a majestic tiger coming down the mountain with an overwhelming momentum.

His fists, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, each strike resonating with a deep tiger roar.

Wherever his fist wind reached, the air made a ”sizzle” sound. Sometimes he’d extend his tiger claws forward, other times he’d sweep with a tiger’s tail, his movements agile, engaging Shan Bing and Tang Zihan in such a way that they couldn’t easily close in on him.

Tang Zihan, seeing Fan Chang’s fierce attack, dared not be careless.

He swiftly drew his Long Sword, its blade shining coldly, adding a chilling edge in the dim light.

He used the Huashan Swordsmanship, his wrist vibrating and the sword glinted, resembling countless stars.

His footsteps nimble, he moved swiftly around Fan Chang, the Long Sword sometimes darting like a Spiritual Snake towards Fan Chang’s vital points; sometimes slashing down like a rainbow piercing the sun. Each sword stroke carried fierce Sword Qi, slicing through the air with a ”hiss,” making it hard to defend.

Shan Bing seized the gap when Fan Chang and Tang Zihan were exchanging blows, his eyes flashing with viciousness, like a hungry wolf’s greed when seeing prey in the night.

He clenched the dagger tightly, using all his strength, like a black lightning bolt, striking fiercely towards Fan Chang’s chest.

The dagger gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if ready to snatch Fan Chang’s life in an instant.

”Clang!” Just as the dagger was about to pierce Fan Chang’s chest at a critical moment, suddenly, a black shadow flashed by like a specter.

Then came a crisp sound of collision, like metal clashing, remarkably sharp in the silent night.

Shan Bing only felt a shock in his hand, the dagger skewed unexpectedly and stabbed into Tang Zihan’s shoulder. Tang Zihan let out a painful scream, his voice exceptionally tragic in the silent night.