King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 652 - 211: Shocking! Wu Zhong Disappears, Shi Feiyang’s Ingenious Scheme Slaughters Numerous Jinyi Guards (Part 3)

Chapter 652: Chapter 211: Shocking! Wu Zhong Disappears, Shi Feiyang’s Ingenious Scheme Slaughters Numerous Jinyi Guards (Part 3)

The rocks around the handprints shattered, appearing in irregular shapes, as if Wu Zhong had left this last hope with all his strength and iron will in a desperate situation.

Each handprint was a cry of life from Wu Zhong in the darkness, with his voice crossing time and space, revealing the extremely perilous situation he faced. Every depth and force of the handprints conveyed danger and urgency to the Heroic Sakura Association, urging everyone to rescue him without delay.

Xie Wen’s gaze suddenly turned as cold and sharp as a cold star in a winter night.

A strong sense of mission surged in his heart, knowing that this matter brooked no delay.

If Wu Zhong cannot be found quickly and the hidden mystery isn’t unveiled, the Heroic Sakura Association and the people of Luoyang City may face an even greater crisis. A storm seems to be brewing silently in the depths of darkness, ready at any moment to sweep in and engulf everything into an endless abyss.

"What can we do? Brother Wu Zhong..." "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong looked shocked, his voice slightly trembling due to nervousness, as he involuntarily tightened his grip on his bow and arrow. His eyes were filled with worry and unease, looking toward the direction of the grottoes, as if he could see Wu Zhong struggling in the darkness.

"Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun frowned tightly, his eyes full of worry, muttering to himself: "What conspiracy is hidden behind this? Why is it involving the Jinyi Guard?" His voice was low and hoarse, suffocated by the weight of this heavy mystery.

At this moment, Wu Zhong’s wife, "Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling, could no longer suppress the pain in her heart.

Her body trembled slightly, hands covering her face, tears gushing out like a dam breaking.

Her cries were sorrowful and piercing, like a mournful elegy echoing in the air outside the grottoes.

Her shoulders shook slightly, and she lost all strength, collapsing to the ground.

The pain in her heart was like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into her heart, making life unbearable.

Wu Zhong’s figure kept appearing in her mind, the good times they shared, now turned into nothing.

She knew very well that Wu Zhong might be in danger, his life or death uncertain, and she was powerless to help, a pain that nearly drove her to collapse.

Xie Wen took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety and unease in his heart, trying his best to calm himself down.

He raised his eyes to look at Xiang Kun, Xiao Lingling, and Miao Menlong, his expression grave as frost, and said slowly, "At this point, it is pointless to weep in vain. The urgent task is to report this matter to the Grand Squad Leader immediately. You all must continue to keep an eye on this place, and at any sign of trouble, send a pigeon letter to me without delay."

With that, Xie Wen executed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," as his entire person seemed like lightweight dancing fluff carried gently by the breeze, or like a wisp of smoke wandering in the morning mist, instantly rising and speeding towards the direction of Taihu Piaomiao Peak in Jiangnan.

His figure flashed across the azure sky, as fast as a shooting star, leaving only a faint trace behind, akin to his urgent and swift footsteps.

In the solemn yet awe-inspiring conference room of Taihu Piaomiao Peak, Shi Feiyang was sitting with brothers, discussing the situation in Jianghu and sect affairs. The atmosphere inside was so tense it seemed to squeeze water out, everyone expressing their concerns for the future with serious and thoughtful words.

Candle flames flickered, illuminating the determined and serious faces of everyone present.

Suddenly, a dark shadow like black lightning accompanied by a sharp gust of wind swiftly fell in front of Shi Feiyang. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Everyone focused their eyes, and it turned out to be Xie Wen.

At this moment, Xie Wen looked as pale as paper, devoid of any color, with beads of sweat as large as beans rolling down his forehead, like beads on a broken string, breathing heavily and disorderly, evidently rushing non-stop with all his strength.

His clothes, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to his body, and his hair was slightly disheveled, fluttering gently in the wind.

"Grand Squad Leader!" Xie Wen knelt on one knee, his voice slightly trembling due to exhaustion and anxiety, raising both hands high to present half a flying fish robe respectfully, "There’s trouble at the Luoyang Sub-Branch, Elder Wu Zhong is missing, this is half of the flying fish robe found at the Longmen Grottoes."

His voice echoed in the quiet conference room, carrying a slight tremor, as if narrating a thrilling upheaval.

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang’s expression instantly stiffened, like being shrouded by frost in a cold night, with a hint of severity in his eyes.

He reached out and received the flying fish robe steadily, his actions calm and powerful, showing the demeanor of a Sect Leader.

Shi Feiyang’s brows furrowed like a tightly locked mountain, carefully examining the fragment in his hand, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, not missing any subtle corner. His eyes moved slowly over the fragment, trying to find a trace of a clue.

After a moment of contemplation, Shi Feiyang raised his head, looking directly at Xie Wen, his tone steady yet carrying undeniable authority, and asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me in detail."

His voice was low and powerful, as if with a comforting strength.

Xie Wen stood up, took a deep breath, striving to calm his rapid breathing, and reported meticulously the events at the Luoyang Sub-Branch, Wu Zhong’s pursuit of the assassin, and the clues he discovered to Shi Feiyang.

Throughout, Shi Feiyang listened quietly, his gaze focused, like a steady statue, nodding occasionally, rapidly analyzing every detail in his mind. His eyes flickered with Xie Wen’s narration, sometimes solemn, sometimes contemplative, clearly sorting through the entire event in his mind at speed.