King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 594: Chapter 198: Bloody Battle on Huashan Peak

After a round of discussions, the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association all realized that the dangers of the Dragon Gate Ghost Cave were far from over, and more unknown challenges lay ahead, waiting for them with bared fangs.

Shi Feiyang listened quietly to everyone’s discussions, his expression calm and silent.

Once everyone quieted down a bit, he slowly opened his mouth: ”Brothers and sisters, since we know the enemy’s movements, there’s nothing to fear. Our Heroic Sakura Association has never shied away from any challenge; as long as we work together, we can turn danger into safety.”

His voice was calm and powerful, like a calming pill, gradually soothing the once restless hearts of the heroes.

Everyone looked at Grand Squad Leader Shi Feiyang, seeing him calm and steady, as if the previous heart-stopping crisis was nothing more than a fleeting moment. Such composure and command filled everyone with a burning sense of admiration, courage instantly filling their hearts as they raised their arms and vowed to follow Shi Feiyang wholeheartedly, undaunted by the hardships ahead, advancing with courage and determination.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, showing appreciation and trust in everyone’s eyes, and then waved his hand, leading the heroes away from this place, embarking on a detour back to Jiangnan.

The muddy waves of the Yellow River surged and roared, crashing against each other with deafening roars, as if to devour everything between the heavens and the earth.

The turbulent river, sweeping with a large amount of silt like thousands of troops galloping eastward.

And on the old path of Hangu Pass, yellow sand danced wildly in the sky, and the fierce wind roared like a runaway beast, rampaging and shrouding everyone in a dim, chaotic yellow fog.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes had just set foot on the old path when a thick and oppressive murderous aura rushed at them, as if becoming tangible, permeating in the yellow sand, every grain of dust seemed to carry a bloody scent, making one shiver with cold.

Everyone became vigilant, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes scanning the surroundings cautiously.

At this moment, the ground suddenly began to shake violently without warning.

With a loud ”boom,” akin to the heavens collapsing, a massive crack, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, rapidly spread beneath their feet.

Caught off guard, everyone’s figures wobbled, nearly losing their balance. Standing high was Dugu Yan, Manor Master of the Northwest Sword Manor, wearing a black robe, the wind fiercely rustling his attire, a sinister grin on his face, quickly forming seals with his hands to activate the Pre-Qin Secret Passage’s quicksand trap.

In an instant, a large amount of scalding quicksand erupted from the ground, rushing towards everyone like an enraged beast with bared fangs.

In the blink of an eye, several heroes were submerged by the rushing quicksand, only managing to let out a few short cries before disappearing into that yellow ”ocean.”

At the same time, venomous darts from the Western Regions shot from all directions like a torrential rain, these slender, sharp darts coated in potent poison, tracing eerie arcs in the air, producing a ”hiss” sound like a snake spitting venom, chilling to the bone.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s expression turned stern, his left arm scooped up Yili and Qi Meizhen, his right arm gathering Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng, and he performed the ”A Thousand Miles Without a Trace” Lightweight Technique. His form moved like lightning, rapidly weaving through the quicksand and poison darts, his clothes rustling.

With every swift dodge, he precisely avoided deadly attacks, while his penetrating gaze sought a solution amidst the chaos, his mind racing to break the impasse.

Just when everyone was in dire straits, almost in despair, Lu Dechu, nicknamed ”Barrel,” stepped forward.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling high, and let out a thunderous shout, employing the ”Thousand Pound Drop” Divine Skill.

He smashed into the ground with the weight of a mountain. With a ”boom,” dust flew up, and his feet suddenly sank deep into the sand, yet he stood firm like a rooted pine, stabilizing the flow of quicksand. Under his immense power, the once-fierce quicksand gradually slowed, granting everyone a precious moment to catch their breath.

Seeing this, ”Cyan-faced Beast” Yang Feng immediately let out a long whistle, summoning the eagle he had trained.

The eagle soared in the wild wind, circling a few times in the air before suddenly diving as if it had spotted prey towards a patch of sand.

Yang Feng’s heart stirred; with the eagle’s intuition, he sharply realized there might be an empty space underground. His eyes gleamed as he shouted, ”Follow me! There might be an exit underground!”

Upon hearing this, everyone felt like they saw a ray of hope in the darkness, regaining their spirits and following Yang Feng in the direction indicated by the eagle.

They ran with all their might through the sandstorm and howling winds, the sandy ground continuously sinking beneath their feet but unable to hinder their determination to survive.

Sure enough, beneath a sand dune, they found a concealed entrance.

The entrance was partially covered by yellow sand, hard to discover without the eagle’s guidance.

Without time for hesitation, they quickly dove one by one into the hole.

Just as the last person slipped into the hole, the quicksand and venomous darts collided fiercely around the entrance, producing a series of ”crackling” sounds.

Everyone hid inside the hole, listening to the commotion outside, with lingering fears but grateful to have narrowly escaped such a fatal attack.

Lan Xiaodie and Dugu Yan exchanged glances, their faces shrouded with frosty frustration.

They were filled with unwillingness, unable to anticipate that the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association, each skilled in martial arts, could always rely on their expertise to turn the tide in dire situations.

Lan Xiaodie bit her lip, silently lamenting, ”What should we do now? After spending so much money, it was hard to get the help of many Martial Arts experts, yet it was still of no avail.”

Dugu Yan frowned, his gaze grim, stamping his foot furiously, but there was nothing he could do.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was steadfast, glancing around at the heroes, and he waved his hand, leading the group to continue their journey.

At Huashan’s peak, the clouds were like veils, bringing a slight chill, drifting wildly among the peaks.

The piercing cold wind was like a sharp blade, mercilessly slicing their faces, leaving stinging pains.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes cautiously treaded upon the Long Sky Cliff Path, this path like a slender ribbon hanging over an abyss, supported only by a few chains, swaying precariously. Below was a deep, unseen gorge, filled with eerie mist, like a giant beast’s gaping bloody mouth, intimidating and terrifying.

Everyone held their breath, advancing cautiously.

Suddenly, countless spikes sprang from the Thirty-Six Iron Chain Bridge without warning.

These spikes were sharp and gleaming with a cold light under the sun, like cold stars in the night sky, yet carried lethal danger. In a blink, several people’s clothes were torn, bright red blood seeping out, quickly freezing in the cold wind, painfully pricking their nerves.