"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian held a slender bamboo pole, placed it aside, picked up a bowl of wine, and said, "Our Heroic Sakura Association is like a sharp sword in the Jianghu. Today, we have cut off the evil force of the Jingn Gang. If anyone dares to act recklessly in the future, we will not let them off lightly! Co, let's toast to our Heroic Sakura Association!" With that, he downed the bowl of wine in one gulp, his eyes flashing with a resolute light.
The disciples were also imrsed in this joyful atmosphere, each one brimming with excitent.
A young disciple, his face flushed, stood up and stamred, "To be able to fight alongside you all today and achieve victory, I... I am so happy! I toast to all of you and hope that I can also beco as formidable as you in the future!"
With that, he nervously drank the entire bowl of wine, prompting applause from those around him.
The crowd exchanged toasts, laughter and cheers echoing through the night sky. The bonfire burned brighter and brighter, illuminating their excited faces. At this mont, the cohesion of the Heroic Sakura Association grew deeper amidst their hearty drinking, and they had already beco an indestructible whole, ready to face more challenges in the future. As the footsteps of the New Year approached, the cold wind blew fiercely, like a roaring beast rampaging between heaven and earth.
The air seed to freeze completely, each gust of wind as sharp as a blade, cutting into their faces, searing painfully, as if trying to tear their skin apart. The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association burned the nearby corpses to ashes, thick smoke rising like black dragons breaking free from bondage, winding and coiling in the freezing world, seeming to whisper the cruelty and brutality of the bloody battle.
Once everything was settled, everyone, dragging their weary but triumphant bodies, turned to a nearby open space, quickly set up tents, and took a short rest. The tents were arranged neatly, under the ink-like night, the entire camp was silent except for the occasional sound of snoring, breaking the cold night's stillness.
Two days later, as the first light of dawn broke, the sunshine like slender yet tenacious golden threads struggled to pierce through the heavy cold fog and spill onto the earth. The group shook off their fatigue, packed up their belongings, and set out once again, heading in the direction of Jiangnan, filled with anticipation of returning ho to spend a lively New Year in the warmth of their hos.
Along the way, they talked and laughed, discussing past fierce battles and looking forward to the upcoming New Year. The cheerful sounds resonated throughout the long journey, seemingly driving away the winter cold completely.
However, when they stepped into the Weng City of Xiangyang Ancient City, the previously relaxed and joyful atmosphere was instantly shattered, as if crushed by an invisible giant hand. Within Weng City, a creepy tension perated, like an impenetrable invisible net enveloping them, making it hard to breathe.
Just as Shi Feiyang and the heroes stepped into Weng City, a sharp and piercing whistling sound reached their ears, like the wail of a night owl in despair, piercing through the cold, rigid air, sending chills down their spines, as the cold spread rapidly in their hearts.
Instinctively, everyone looked up, only to see a hundred Zhuge Fire Kites slowly rising from above Weng City.
These fire kites had strange and sinister designs, with a bamboo fra wrapped in oil-soaked cloth and densely packed with arrows.
The arrow shafts, forged from refined steel, glimred with a cold light, and the arrowheads carried a phosphorescent glow that shimred eerily in the sunlight, like ssengers from the Hell Abyss, bearing forces of endless destruction.
In this frigid weather, the glow of the phosphorescent arrows appeared increasingly eerie and terrifying, seemingly even dyeing the surrounding air into a blue-gray hue, exuding a pungent odor.
At the mont of their astonishnt, with a cold and majestic order as if from the Nine Netherworld, a hundred Zhuge Fire Kites launched their attacks simultaneously. In an instant, a rain of arrows descended like a swarm of frenzied and fierce fire serpents, wreathed in burning phosphorescence, lunging towards them with fangs bared and claws brandished.
Arrows streaked through the air, leaving bright yet deadly trails accompanied by sharp whistles.
Where the arrow rain reached, the ground instantly erupted in blazing fire, the flas spreading rapidly with the aid of the cold wind, turning Weng City into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye. The blazing flas danced wildly in the cold wind, fiercely clashing with the frigid air and emitting a "whooshing" sound.
Thick smoke filled the air, carrying a pungent odor, making it difficult to breathe, blurring vision, and rendering the whole of Weng City a Human Purgatory, with scenes of fire and smoke interwoven everywhere.
Shi Feiyang's eyes, however, shone with determination and calm, like the North Star in the cold night, unwavering.
He took a deep breath, cold air instantly filling his lungs, lightly tapped his foot, and perford the "Thousand Li Without a Trace" Supre Lightness Technique.
His figure, like a white streak of light, swiftly traversed the rain of fire, leaving behind afterimages.
The howling cold wind blew his clothes, making a flapping sound, his black robe dancing like a flag in the wind.
Yet, his posture remained as stable as Mount Tai, each step precise, deftly dodging the rain of arrows while rapidly calculating a strategy to counteract the crisis.
"Divine Archer" Miao nlong witnessed the perilous scene, his gaze instantly sharp as an eagle's. He swiftly drew his bow and fired, the longbow in his hands crafted from Thousand-Year Cold Iron and resilient rhinoceros hide. The bow's body was engraved with mysterious runes, gleaming with a cold light under the sun.
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