King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 651 - 211: Shocking! Wu Zhong Disappears, Shi Feiyang’s Ingenious Scheme Slaughters Numerous Jinyi Guards (Part 2)

Chapter 651: Chapter 211: Shocking! Wu Zhong Disappears, Shi Feiyang’s Ingenious Scheme Slaughters Numerous Jinyi Guards (Part 2)

The sharp blade in his hand glinted with a bone-chilling cold light, as dazzling as ghostly flames in the dim light, like the scythe wielded by Death God, exuding a fearsome deadly aura, foretelling an impending bloody massacre.

The eyes of these masked men were as fierce as wolves, rushing towards Wu Zhong without hesitation, murderous intent gleaming in their eyes, clearly intending to launch a deadly strike against him. In an instant, the atmosphere in the once-peaceful sub-branch suddenly turned tense and oppressive, a thrilling blood battle was about to erupt.

Wu Zhong’s heart jolted violently, like a clap of thunder exploding in his heart.

After years of wandering the Jianghu, having weathered countless storms, the wealth of experience he accumulated allowed him to calm down instantly in this moment of crisis.

He mustered the qi in his Dantian, and shouted loudly, his voice rolling like thunder: "Protect the grain, capture the assassins!" This shout was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, exploding over the Luoyang Sub-Branch, shattering the original harmony and tranquility in an instant.

The heroes of the Luoyang Sub-Branch heard this order, like hearing the trumpet of a charge, and responded one after another.

They quickly picked up the weapons at hand, their eyes filled with determination and courage, charging towards the masked men like fierce tigers.

For a moment, the shouts and killing cries in the sub-branch were deafening, the clanging of weapons echoed continuously, like the clash of blades, reverberating in the night sky.

Sparks flew in all directions, like meteors sparkling in the night sky, or fireworks blooming on the battlefield, illuminating this chaotic battleground.

The scene descended into chaos, the people screamed in terror, their voices sharp and piercing, like blades stabbing into everyone’s heart.

They fled in all directions, their steps frantic, like frightened lambs, bewildered in this chaotic scene, desperately trying to find a safe corner to avoid this sudden disaster.

In the fierce confrontation, a man in black seized the confusion of the melee and, with a ghostly grace, flashed away. His movements were agile and swift, like a ghost in the dark night, turning to flee hastily in the direction of the Longmen Grottoes.

That figure flickered in and out of the night, and soon melted into the darkness.

Wu Zhong’s gaze was sharp, like that of a hunting hawk, instantly capturing the movement of the man in black. He had only one unwavering thought in his heart: the assassin must not escape, their purpose must be uncovered, or else the disaster relief grain would be at risk.

He didn’t hesitate, immediately utilizing Lightweight Technique, his figure like a black lightning bolt, racing through the night, tightly pursuing the man in black.

Under the cool moonlight, Wu Zhong’s figure appeared exceptionally agile, his posture light and swift, merging with the night in an instant.

The moonlight outlining his resolute silhouette, at this moment, he seemed like a guardian in the dark night, bearing a mission, moving forward bravely. However, this chase led Wu Zhong to vanish without a trace, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

The dark Longmen Grottoes, like a giant beast swallowing everything, consumed both Wu Zhong’s figure and his news. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The next morning, soft sunlight gently bathed Luoyang City, attempting to bring a trace of vitality to this city that had endured a night of turmoil.

Golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, sprinkling over the ancient city walls and streets, cloaking the city in a layer of warmth.

However, this sunlight could not dispel the gloom in people’s hearts.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, upon receiving the news, was anxious beyond measure.

He rushed over at great speed, dust flying all around him, the horses’ hooves beating urgently.

His expression was grave, brows tightly furrowed, like a tightly locked mountain peak, with a trace of anxiety that was hard to conceal in his eyes.

That anxiety, like dark clouds, weighed heavily on his heart, making his mood increasingly heavy.

Setting foot in the Heroic Sakura Association Luoyang Sub-Branch, he immediately got into character.

His gaze was as sharp as a torch, meticulously examining the scene, not overlooking a single small corner.

His eyes were like a scanner, sweeping back and forth across this chaotic field, trying to find a trace of clues.

At the entrance of the Longmen Grottoes, he slowly crouched down, his movements extremely cautious, as if he were exploring a rare treasure.

His hands trembled slightly, gently picking up half of a fragment of the flying fish garment, which shimmered with an unusual luster in the sunlight.

The flying fish garment, that is the emblematic attire of the Jinyi Guard.

This discovery, like a heavy bomb, stirred up a tempest in Xie Wen’s heart.

His brows furrowed tightly, intuitively feeling there must be some inexplicable secret behind this matter.

The actions of the Jinyi Guard have always been mysterious and unpredictable, why would they appear here? What intricate connections do they have with the assassination and Wu Zhong’s disappearance? Countless questions swirled in his mind, like tangled threads, making it difficult for him to make sense of it.

Following this, Xie Wen stepped inside the grottoes.

The light inside the grottoes was dim to the point of being almost pitch-black, filled with a heavy and damp atmosphere, which seemed to carry a hint of blood and danger. He took a deep breath, relying on his extremely keen observation, carefully searching every corner in the darkness.

His footsteps moved lightly, wary of disturbing the unknown in the darkness.

Finally, on one shadowy, profound rock wall in the grottoes, Xie Wen’s gaze, as sharp as an eagle’s, captured the distress signal struck by Wu Zhong’s Iron Palm. Those imprints deeply embedded in the rock wall, like mysterious symbols sealed by time, yet also emanating a chilling aura.