King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 859 - 250: Phantom Forest, Dancing Butterflies, Toxic Fragrance, Shocking Battle Shadows

Zhong Renwang witnessed all this, his heart burning with anger, as if he were a volcano about to erupt.

He was so furious that he was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He lamented inwardly, "This Shi Feiyang is truly formidable, using such a cunning scheme to cause Lan Xiaodie and Fu Anxing to kill each other. My meticulously planned conspiracy has been effortlessly exposed by him, leading to infighting among us. Alas!" However, in his agitation, he accidentally knocked off his mask, suddenly revealing his grotesque face without a nose.

The face was extremely terrifying, with only a black hole where the nose should be, surrounded by twisted and deformed skin, making it fearsome to behold.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang pointed at Zhong Renwang, and said loudly, "Such a strange person exists in this world, lacking a nose and face, appearing like a ghost. Hey, Dugu Yan, as the Manor Master of Mingjian Manor, you should uphold chivalrous principles. How can you associate with such monsters? Could it be that Mingjian Manor has now forgotten the ancestral teachings, falling into collusion with demons?"

His voice resonated like a bell, echoing through the heavens and earth, each word like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of the people.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan’s face turned alternately pale and red, embarrassed and angry. He clenched his silver teeth, drew his sword, and turned away, running off, his back full of humiliation and resentment. Zhong Renwang was even more furious, shaking all over, his blood pressure skyrocketing, feeling a whirlwind, almost triggering a stroke.

But he knew well he was no match for Shi Feiyang, so despite his intense unwillingness, he dared not confront Shi Feiyang, and could only stomp his foot and flee swiftly.

Shi Feiyang’s robes flapped noisily in the wind as he looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, feeling secretly proud, "As the ancients said, the best warriors fight with strategy. Today I’ve used strategies cleverly, causing self-slaughter among these thieves without deploying a single soldier—a top-tier plan. It seems this crisis today will be resolved smoothly as I anticipated."

His gaze was profound, as if he could see through every conspiracy in the world, and a slight confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, permeating the atmosphere like a heavy haze hanging over everyone. The sounds of battle cries and clashing weapons intertwined, constantly ringing in the ears.

The battle between Lan Xiaodie and Fu Anxing continued fiercely.

Lan Xiaodie’s figure moved gracefully, like a blue enchantress blooming among the flames of war.

Her Green Phosphorus Sword glowed with eerie light, each swing carrying a cold gleam, resembling a serpentine snake ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment. She wielded the Five Poison Sect’s exquisite sword techniques, with vicious and formidable moves.

Moreover, as her sleeves swept lightly, various colorless and tasteless poisons spread silently like invisible killers, wandering unrestrained in the air. Fu Anxing wielded the Ghost Shadow Whip, trying to fend off Lan Xiaodie’s attacks.

However, under the silent attacks of poisons from Lan Xiaodie’s sleeves and Green Phosphorus Sword, Fu Anxing gradually fell into a disadvantage.

She felt her body growing heavier, limbs becoming numb, as if countless ants were gnawing at her body.

She lamented inwardly but was helpless.

While struggling to counter Lan Xiaodie’s attacks, she kept cursing Xie Zhichuan in her heart, "Xie Zhichuan, you heartless cur! I helped you concoct medicine to achieve the Kunlun Flame Technique, and in a time of crisis, you abandoned me to escape alone. You won’t die a good death!" Her resentment burned like a raging flame in her heart, but she could only vent it through her increasingly fierce whip techniques.

Fu Anxing endured the discomfort in her body, swinging the Ghost Shadow Whip with a whistling sound, creating black illusions.

She executed a killer move from the Ghost Shadow Whip Technique, attempting to reverse the situation.

However, Lan Xiaodie was fearless, darting like a blue bolt of lightning, cleverly evading Fu Anxing’s attack.

Immediately after, she flicked her wrist, and the Green Phosphorus Sword lunged towards Fu Anxing’s throat like a snake emerging from a hole.

Fu Anxing was taken aback, and hurriedly swung the Ghost Shadow Whip to block.

With a resounding "clash," sword and whip crossed, sparks flying.

Fu Anxing felt a tingling sensation in her arm, and the Ghost Shadow Whip almost slipped from her grasp.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaodie pursued with vigor. She chanted and unleashed the Five Poison Sect’s unique martial art, "Poisonous Miasma Mist Technique."

A faint green mist emerged around her, quickly spreading and engulfing Fu Anxing.

Fu Anxing felt her vision blur, breathing becoming difficult, throat itching, unable to resist coughing.

Her heart was filled with terror, but she couldn’t escape the shroud of the poisonous mist.

The Naiman Tribe cavalry saw their forces falling one by one, panic in their hearts.

But, being Grassland Warriors, they wouldn’t retreat easily. They raised their crossbows, aiming at Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng.

In no time, arrows rained down, slicing through the air with piercing whistles, targeting Shi Feiyang and others.

At this moment, the battle situation was becoming increasingly tense. The Naiman Tribe cavalry began to panic.

Their eyes were filled with fear, weapons trembling in their hands.

Shi Feiyang, observing this, thought inwardly, "This is the perfect opportunity to press the attack."

He took a deep breath, channeling the Bright Jade Technique, and his aura suddenly transformed, like a War God descending.

He shouted loudly, "All soldiers, heed my command, follow me to kill the enemy!" His voice echoed like a bell, resonating through the heavens and earth.