King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 647 - 210: Shi Feiyang Outsmarts the Treacherous Plot, Lu Fen City’s Sinister Scheme to Trap the Loyal (Part 3)

Before the scalding underground fire, those evil swords emitted sharp wails, their blades twisting and deforming, eventually melting completely. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, and the entire Huqiu Sword Tomb glowed red, like a fiery purgatory.

Amidst the burning light, the unusual trembling of a broken sword caught Shi Feiyang's attention. He ignored the high temperatures roasting him, deftly stepped closer, and saw the faint engravings of Yue Wumu's "Man Jiang Hong" on the sword.

Despite the erosion of time, the engravings were still clear and discernible, with each line seemingly narrating a magnificent history.

In this eerie and sinister setting, the appearance of "Man Jiang Hong" appeared out of place, yet it held boundless profound meanings. It seemed to hint at a loyal and righteous story hidden behind this series of conspiracies, a legendary hero's tale sealed by time.

A flicker of contemplation flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes. He knew they were a step closer to the truth, but the road ahead could be even more perilous and mysterious, bound with countless unknown traps awaiting them.

Shi Feiyang and his companions followed the intricate and faint clues, like wanderers groping their way through a dark labyrinth, all the way to Changmen Weng City. At this moment, Changmen Weng City resembled a somber and soundless prison shrouded entirely in gloom, with towering walls rising to the sky.

The walls fragmented the sky into irregular shapes, and the light filtering through was extraordinarily dim, as if it were the light of a dying candle, ready to extinguish at any moment.

A stifling and eerie atmosphere pervaded the air, as if invisible eyes were secretly spying on their every move, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, heavy and muffled footsteps approached, those steps beating like war drums upon everyone's heart, quickening their pulse. Eight hundred Death Warriors, clad in black uniforms, filed out.

Their eyes were hollow and lifeless, like dry wells, their souls long extracted, their entire beings akin to the walking dead.

These Death Warriors had consumed Persian Illusionary Powder; they felt no fear at this moment, oblivious to the dangers around them, like a group of manipulated puppets, mechanically charging toward Shi Feiyang and the others.

Their footsteps were uniformly synchronized, the sounds echoing in the vacant Weng City like a countdown to death, adding a terrifying aura to the scene.

Upon witnessing this, Shi Feiyang's expression became instantly grave, a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

He knew well that this was the enemy's last stand, the situation had reached a critical moment of life and death.

He took a deep breath, channeled the Inner Strength within, his aura suddenly rising steeply, like a volcano about to erupt.

In a flash, he unleashed one of the Tathagata Divine Palm techniques, "Buddha's Infinite Power."

He slowly thrust out both palms, a gentle yet immensely powerful glow emanated from his palms, bearing the compassion to save all beings, yet also the awe to obliterate the heavens and earth.

The formidable Palm Force surged forth with overwhelming momentum, like a massive tsunami, or an erupting volcano, compressing the air instantly, producing a buzzing sound, distorting the world under its force.

The Palm Force directly blasted toward the Puppet Talisman Array, its immense power making the entire Weng City tremble, surrounding structures cracking, dust falling.

Under the impact of this powerful Palm Force, the Puppet Talisman Array shattered instantly, its glow dissipating.

The Death Warriors seemed to lose their control, stumbling and falling like puppets.

In an instant, the whole of Changmen Weng City fell into dead silence, only the sound of the Death Warriors collapsing echoed in the air.

When the dust settled, everyone was astonished to find that the bodies of the Death Warriors were piled to form the words "Niǎo Jìn Gōng Cáng" (The bow is put away once the birds are gone).

These four words stood out in the sinister environment, a warning written in blood, speaking of the ruthless forces behind and the profound conspiracy. "Grand Squad Leader, what does 'The bow is put away once the birds are gone' mean?" Shi Xiong asked with a puzzled expression, scratching his head.

Xie Wen frowned deeply, after a moment of pondering, said, "I guess, this probably implies the forces behind are burning bridges, these Death Warriors were merely pawns to be discarded. But who exactly is behind all this, and what exactly are they planning?"

Gazing at the four words, Shi Feiyang frowned, pondering silently: What exactly is the purpose of the enemy behind all this? How many unknown secrets are hidden behind this series of conspiracies? They must quickly unravel these mysteries, otherwise, a greater crisis might soon descend.

They were caught in a tremendous whirlpool of conspiracy, each clue like an undercurrent in the vortex, drawing them deeper, and they must swiftly find a way out of the predicament.

Glazed Island resembled a mysterious isle shrouded in darkness, exuding a sinister aura.

Here, Lu Fen City transformed into a three-zhang Flame Giant, flames roaring around him, those flames seemed to come from Hell's fires, blazing and violent, illuminating the whole lake.

Under the fire's reflection, the lake seemed like a sea of blood, with glimmers fraught with endless danger.

And at the bottom of the lake, it was densely filled with explosives, each pack like a dormant demon, once ignited, the entire Golden Chicken Lake would fall into irrevocable catastrophe, with unimaginable consequences.