King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 839 - 246: Blood Shadow Drifts, Demon God Emerges—Bloody Battle on the Wasteland, Shattered War Souls (Part 5)

Each Poisoned Horned Cone darted out with a whistling sound, like sharp arrows slicing through the air.

As the Poisoned Horned Cones hit the horse bandits, there was a series of muffled "pu pu" sounds. Some horse bandits were momentarily stunned, then screamed in agony, clutching their wounds as they fell to the ground and struggled in unbearable pain. The deadly poison on the cones quickly took effect.

The horse bandits’ faces instantly turned a livid purple, black filthy blood spurting from their mouths. Their bodies twisted and contorted, emitting miserable cries, rolling and writhing on the ground as if possessed by demons.

Shi Xiong’s hidden weapon technique was like a sudden black storm, throwing the horse bandits into disarray.

The once orderly and fierce formation of horse bandits collapsed in an instant. They scattered in chaos, colliding with each other and falling to the ground, creating a scene of utter confusion.

The leading horse bandit, sensing the adverse situation, secretly lamented, knowing he had encountered a formidable foe today, and attempted to flee.

Though there was still some distance between him and Shi Feiyang, he could clearly feel the terrifying power of the "Shock Eye Tribulation" Divine Skill.

His warhorse beneath him also seemed to sense the mortal threat, raising its forehooves and neighing incessantly, shaking violently as if resisting with all its might against this formidable force. The horse bandit leader’s face went pale as paper, and beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down his forehead, his eyes filled with panic and terror.

How could Shi Feiyang let him escape? A hint of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, like lightning across the night sky, instantly accelerating his attack pace.

In an instant, his figure flitted ghost-like through the group of horse bandits, his Body Technique so fast it dazzled the eyes.

His palm shadows fluttered, and every strike brought forth a fierce gust, as if wielding two Celestial Frost Blades condensed from the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Where the blade aura reached, the air seemed to be sliced by sharp blades, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

The horse bandits fell one after another, some bisected at the waist, blood spurting out, reddening vast stretches of grassland; others decapitated, their headless bodies still surging forward a few steps under inertia, the sight overwhelmingly bloody and terrifying.

Before long, the majority of the horse bandits were slain by Shi Feiyang.

The grassland was strewn with corpses, lying every which way, missing limbs and spilling guts, the stench of blood hung thick like a shroud over the battlefield, making one almost gag.

The horses that had fallen were also sprawled across the ground, some still twitching slightly, recounting the agony of life waning away.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and horse droppings, and with many more dead horses left to make into jerky, the scene was even more bleak and tragic. Shi Feiyang flashed over like a specter to stand before the horse bandit leader, who was still shaking and covered in ice.

His fingers, as strong as steel, gripped the horse bandit leader’s shoulder blade with immense force.

With a "ka-cha" sound, like the cracking of a boulder, the horse bandit leader’s shoulder blade was instantly crushed. His eyes widened in horror, letting out a scream so shrill it pierced the sky, like the wail of a night owl, sending chills down one’s spine.

His face was contorted in agony, beads of sweat as large as beans fell like rain, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the bloodstained grass.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was piercing, like cold stars twinkling in the wintry night, staring intently into the horse bandit leader, as if stabbing deep into his very soul. He spoke coldly, his voice low yet filled with boundless authority, like the north wind of winter carrying ice and snow, asking word by word: "Who exactly are you? Who sent you to raid my caravan? If you don’t clarify today, I swear you’ll wish for death and find no escape in life!"

Shi Feiyang’s words carried an irrefutable pressures, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on the horse bandit leader, making it hard for him to breathe.

The horse bandit leader, tightly stared down by Shi Feiyang, felt a wave of panic surge within him, yet years of scraping and fighting in the Jianghu left him with a shred of stubbornness. He grit his teeth, the muscles on his face twitching slightly from the effort, his teeth clenching audibly, refusing to confess. His tightly closed lips were like an impregnable city gate, locking all secrets within, impervious to any pry.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s eyes flashed with a cold glint, like a drawn blade, radiating coldness in all directions. The force in his hand instantly intensified, his fingers like steel clamps, deeply embedding into the horse bandit leader’s shoulder blade, almost turning it to powder.

The horse bandit leader felt a wave of sharp pain surging, as if thousands of steel needles simultaneously piercing his bone marrow, like countless venomous snakes tearing within his body.

The agony made his face turn as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down, soaking his clothes through.

At last, he could no longer withstand the excruciating pain, speaking in broken gasps: "We... we are not ordinary bandits, it’s... it’s the Watt Tribe’s scheme. They... want to weaken other tribes’ economic strengths through raiding caravans, to... gain advantage in the prairie conquest... Also, the Sect Leader of Five Poison Sect Lan Xiaodie, the Manor Master of Mingjian Manor Dugu yan, the Young Manor Master of Divine Sword Manor Xie Zhichuan, and the ’Outer Border Demoness’ Fu Anxing are in a castle behind, drinking and negotiating with the tribal Great Khan Lele Baha."

The horse bandit leader spoke while panting heavily, his voice filled with anguish and fear, each word forced out as if through clenched teeth. Hearing this, Shi Feiyang pondered to himself: "Indeed, the Watt Tribe is restless, attempting to gain an edge in the prairie conquest through such devious means. It seems the conflict on the prairie is far from over, and a greater storm is likely brewing. Forces on all sides are eager to move, and Jianghu is about to be plunged into a storm of blood and gore once more."