Shi Feiyang let out a furious roar, the sound as thunderous as a storm, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
His palms slamd out with force, the wind from his palms howling with an overwhelming montum, dissipating the rain of arrows like a storm dissipating.
Imdiately after, he executed the mysterious Lightweight Technique of "Deep Concealnt of Body and Na," his form darting forward like a phantom, swiftly charging to the front of the cavalry.
His palms moved like blades, surrounded by the white mist emanating from the Bright Jade Technique, slicing, striking, cutting, and sweeping. Each move of his emitted a fierce blade energy as if actual bladed weapons were cutting through the white mist. The sound of "crackling" echoed continuously, resembling a series of intense drumbeats.
In an instant, countless cavalryn were cut at the waist, their bodies split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain; so had their arms severed, limbs flying in the air; so lost their legs, tumbling off their horses. Even their warhorses fell to the ground with tragic cries.
In that mont, blood splashed, pouring down like a red deluge.
Severed limbs flew wildly, countless heads rolled to the ground, tumbling across the earth, creating a scene of extre bloodiness, resembling a tableau of Human Purgatory. At this ti, only Yili, Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong, and Xiao Lingling, leading three thousand cavalryn from the Heroic Sakura Association, surged in from the flank like a black tide to encircle and attack.
The sound of horse hooves thundered like rolling thunder, as if they intended to crush the earth itself.
All three thousand cavalryn were dressed in black garnts, wielding sharp blades that glinted coldly in the sunlight, exuding aggression.
Their eyes reflected determination and a murderous aura, like a horde of War Gods erging from Hell.
Ye Ke’Er, the leader of the Naiman Tribe, and Tie Tiezhen could only watch helplessly as their remaining forces stood no chance against the fierce assault of the Heroic Sakura Association. Their hearts were filled with despair. Glancing around, they saw their soldiers suffering heavy casualties, corpses scattered everywhere, rivers of blood flowing.
Ye Ke’Er sighed silently in his heart, knowing the tide had turned. Helpless, he had no choice but to lead the remaining troops to slowly kneel and beg for rcy.
They all dropped their weapons, heads bowed, faces full of dejection and unwillingness.
Lan Xiaodie stood gracefully on the spot, her beautiful eyes filled with killing intent, exuding a chilling coldness.
She raised her fair hand and shouted sharply, "Fu Anxing, how dare you steal the ’Five Poison Scripture’ from ? I will certainly kill you, hmph!"
In an instant, she unleashed the exclusive skills of the Five Poison Sect, sending waves of toxic smoke and poisonous mists cascading toward Fu Anxing like a dark tide. The toxic smoke appeared in a sinister dark green, as if it were miasma from Hell, withering flowers and grass instantly as it swept by, leaving the soil scorched and blackened.
A pungent sll wafted faintly through the toxic mist, nausea-inducing. The poison took on various forms, so like agile little snakes, flicking their tongues; others resembling sharp poisonous spikes, sparkling coldly as they whistled through the air.
Fu Anxing was taken aback and quickly swung her Ghost Shadow Whip, trying to fend off the overwhelming poisonous assault.
She executed the "Ghost Shadow Whip Technique," the shadow of the whip weaving into a tightly sealed web in the air.
However, Lan Xiaodie’s poison skills were too formidable. Fu Anxing felt her inner power rapidly dissolving under the corrosion of the toxic smoke, mists, and objects, like snow lting under the scorching sun. Her face turned as pale as paper, beads of sweat as large as beans rolling down her forehead, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
As the poison’s strength continued to manifest, Fu Anxing’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her arms dropped weakly, and the Ghost Shadow Whip fell to the ground with a clatter. Her eyes rolled back, her throat emitting gurgling noises, struggling desperately.
Finally, her body slumped helplessly on the grass like a kite with a broken string.
Her breathing grew fainter and fainter, her body gradually losing its vitality, ending her life in suffocating pain.
Lan Xiaodie glanced at Fu Anxing’s corpse, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes. She snorted coldly, gripping the Green Phosphorus Sword in her hand, the blade shimring with a ghostly blue light, like a poised venomous snake.
She stepped forward, raising her sword, and with a "crack," Fu Anxing’s head was severed.
Lan Xiaodie kicked Fu Anxing’s head, sending it arcing through the air in a bizarre trajectory, blood splattering.
She cursed indignantly, "Damned wretch, you dared covet our Five Poison Sect’s treasured ’Five Poison Scripture.’ Today, I’ll ensure you have no resting place for your bones. Hmph!"
Her voice, clear and crisp yet filled with anger and determination, echoed across the desolate blood-soaked field.
After cursing, Lan Xiaodie bent down, carefully searching Fu Anxing’s bloodied, headless corpse for the "Five Poison Scripture."
She clutched the scripture tightly in her hand, her eyes flashing with determination. Then, her figure darted with the Five Poison Sect’s lightness skills, disappearing in a flash of blue lightning from everyone’s sight.
At this mont, the Heroic Sakura’s heroes were engaging in a fierce battle with the Naiman Tribe’s cavalry.
Shouts of battle and the clash of weapons intertwined, deafening.
Disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association surrounded the Naiman Tribe cavalry, collecting their weapons and horses, while Zhong Renwang and others cursed their bad luck. They knew they were no match for Shi Feiyang and his group, and if they didn’t flee now, when would they?
Hence, they all used their lightness skills, fleeing like stray dogs in disarray.
Zhong Renwang cursed under his breath as he fled, "Shi Feiyang, you brat, today’s debt, I, Zhong Renwang, will repay doubly in the future!" His figure gradually disappeared in the distance, leaving only swirling dust in his wake.
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