Her body trembled slightly, yet she tried hard to calm herself down, tightly hiding behind Shi Feiyang, as if only this way, she could gain a slight sense of security. And those venomous snakes seemed instinctively aware of the deadly threat emanating from Shi Feiyang, fleeing in panic, not daring to approach even a bit.
Even though snake blood splattered all over his body, the crimson liquid dripping slowly from the iron cane, spreading bizarre bloodstains on the ground, Liao Pei’s gaze remained resolute and fearless. In his eyes, these venomous snakes, baring fangs and claws, were nothing but ants to be trampled upon.
His cheeks bulged high, muscles tensed all over his body, and every swing of the iron cane carried the force of a thousand pounds, smashing the approaching venomous snakes into a bloody mess, with shattered snake scales and flesh splattering everywhere.
He muttered curses in a low voice, filled with anger and disdain: "Damn things, let’s see if I don’t take you all down!"
Xiang Kun slowly put down the iron flute in his hand, with a solemn expression, his brows knitted into the shape of the character "川," sweeping his piercing gaze over the heroes and warriors present. In a serious and undeniable tone, he reminded, "I urge you all to be extremely vigilant of Feng Yuanlong’s Snake Venom Acupoint Technique. His nails are coated with highly toxic snake venom, and once in contact, the consequences are unimaginable."
Xiang Kun’s warning was like a heavy hammer, making the hearts of the Heroic Sakura Association’s heroes suddenly tighten. They had already heard of the cruel methods of the Poisonous Hand Snake King, and now they dared not be the least bit careless or negligent, each secretly preparing themselves, fully alert.
As the tense atmosphere continued to ascend, the entire scene seemed shrouded in an invisible heavy pressure, becoming exceptionally grave, and a thrilling life-and-death showdown was on the brink.
Everyone understood that this showdown was not merely a fierce clash of strength, but also a rigorous test of wisdom and courage. They had to go all out to stand a chance to break through the siege in this life-and-death duel and survive.
Shi Feiyang crossed his hands, circulating True Qi within his body, immediately exuding a powerful and fierce aura.
He stood tall and upright like a pine tree, with imposing demeanor, loudly declaring, "Hmph, Feng Yuanlong, does your Martial Hall intend to become our enemy? Although our Heroic Sakura Association was established not long ago, we have tens of thousands of disciples and fear no opponent."
His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an inherent grandeur and dominance, echoing continuously in the valley, his gaze filled with disdain and pride, viewing the crisis before him as nothing.
However, Feng Yuanlong was not shaken in the slightest, a sinister smile appearing on his face, as eerie and terrifying as a ghost flashing past the night sky. He simply retorted with a chilly and mocking laugh, "Shi Feiyang, there’s no need for more words, today is your death day! I’ll bury you alive right here. Hmph!"
After speaking, Feng Yuanlong’s figure suddenly moved, like a black lightning bolt, with the whooshing sound of wind, launching an attack on Shi Feiyang with incredible speed, making it almost impossible to catch his shadow.
Feng Yuanlong keenly noticed Shi Feiyang carrying Gong Simeng, secretly rejoicing, a barely detectable sly smile appearing on his face, thinking this was an excellent opportunity to defeat Shi Feiyang.
After all, Shi Feiyang was burdened, his movements must be restricted, and his combat power would surely be greatly reduced.
Shi Feiyang dared not underestimate Feng Yuanlong at all, quickly using the marvelous Lightweight Technique "Deep Concealment of Body and Name," with his figure flickering unpredictably like a ghost, freely shuttling among the strange rocks of Eagle Beak Rock, skillfully maneuvering with Feng Yuanlong.
In an instant, blades and sword shadows flickered on Eagle Beak Rock, fists howling in the air, and the two were fiercely engaged in battle.
Shi Feiyang performed the Bright Jade Technique, and suddenly, a layer of deep blue radiance surged around him, this glow seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld Cold Abyss, emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
As True Qi circulated, an intense chill spread wildly from him, the moisture in the air quickly condensing, forming a vast expanse of white mist, enveloping him and Gong Simeng tightly within.
This white mist seemed like an impenetrable barrier, not only blocking the outside view but also making any enemy trying to approach feel a piercing cold, freezing them more with each step closer.
Gong Simeng hid behind Shi Feiyang, gently sheltered by this white mist, the fear in her heart slightly alleviated. She tightly clutched Shi Feiyang’s neck, feeling the strength emanating from his solid back.
Meanwhile, Wu Zhong and others displayed their respective talents, engaging in fierce battles with Feng Yuanlong’s subordinates.
Wu Zhong demonstrated vigorous fist techniques, every punch accompanied by a howling wind sound, wherever the fist wind reached, enemies retreated one after another. He loudly shouted, his voice full of fighting spirit: "Come, taste Uncle Wu’s fists!".
Xiao Lingling wielded the Mandarin Duck Dual Sabers, the blade light flickered like two silver flashes, each move deadly. Her eyebrows drawn in anger, eyes wide open, her delicate shout full of the spirit of a heroic woman: "You villains, today is your death day!". ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fiɾe·net
Liao Pei relied on the advantage of the iron cane, forcing the enemy to retreat step by step.
He let out a muffled groan, exerting all his strength to swing the iron cane, only hearing a "bang" as he fiercely smashed several bandits away.
Bang! Bang! Those bandits traced an arc in the air, crashing heavily to the ground, vomiting blood and dying!