Free Web NovelChapter 913: Chapter 259: Parting Amid the Snowfall, Duty Calls to Break the Wolf Stronghold
Wu Biao saw Shi Feiyang standing menacingly before him, and although he was alarmed, years of navigating the bloodstained Jianghu had forged in him a fearless, unyielding character.
At this moment, his heart was filled with unwillingness and emptiness. Not only did this brawl fail to gain him any money, but it also cost him the lives of his son and brother, and much of his power was lost.
He clenched his steel teeth, his cheeks bulging, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger and resentment.
A gleam flashed in his eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf staring at its prey, mixed with a hint of despair and desolation.
The pair of Wu Yue Hooks in his hands were raised high, reflecting a cold light under the intense sunlight, like two life-reaping sickles reaching out from the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a chilling aura.
Wu Biao unleashed the "Wind and Thunder Hook Technique," and the aura around him suddenly became violently turbulent, like a whirlwind carrying thunder, imbued with a palpable killing intent. He roared furiously to the sky, his voice like a towering bell, echoing with endless resentment in this world: "Shi Feiyang! You meddlesome brat, don’t push me too far! Today, even if I have to risk my old life, I absolutely won’t allow the likes of you to ruin the great plans of our Old Wolf Stronghold. Don’t think I’ll let it go that easily, absolutely impossible!"
Before he finished speaking, he wielded the double hooks, charging at Shi Feiyang with a resolute determination. As the hooks danced through the air, the wind whistled fiercely, and the blade’s edge cut through the atmosphere, emitting sharp hissing sounds.
Shi Feiyang heard Wu Biao’s words and let out a cold snort, a sound like the crisp cracking of ancient ice on a frigid night, poignant yet filled with chilling coldness.
His posture was upright, like a towering pine, radiating an innate dominance. His eyes were like torches, fixed on Wu Biao, and he shouted sonorously: "Wu Biao, you wicked scoundrel, who pillages and commits heinous crimes at will, your sins are too great to escape heavenly retribution. Today is the day your reckoning arrives! I, Shi Feiyang, traverse the Jianghu to promote righteousness and cleanse the world of all filth. Today, I will take your life to rid the common people of this great scourge!"
As soon as the words fell, his figure flickered, his speed as quick as lightning and thunder, others only felt their vision blur, and he shot forth like an arrow. During the sprint, Shi Feiyang performed a move from the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique," "Golden Dragon Claw," with both palms moving like blades capable of slicing iron and pulverizing anything, swirling swiftly, the shadow of his palms layered upon each other like a golden dragon whirling in the sky, exuding a formidable pressure rushing towards Wu Biao.
In the blink of an eye, the overlapping shadows of blades were dazzling, as if numerous sharp blades gleaming with cold light were simultaneously slashing towards Wu Biao.
Wu Biao was greatly shocked by the sight and hastily swung his dual hooks to defend. "Ding ding dang dang," the shadows of blades and the hooks clashed fiercely, sparks flying, and the crisp sound of impact echoed continuously in this realm, as if declaring an exhilarating battle anthem.
The figures of the two moved swiftly like phantoms, engaging in combat every move with lethal menace.
Shi Feiyang’s "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" was vigorous and domineering, every strike filled with Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking power, sweeping winds capable of pulverizing everything around into dust. Wu Biao’s "Wind and Thunder Hook Technique" was equally impressive, the twin hooks dancing like agile and lethal serpents, cunning and fierce, each attack aimed directly at Shi Feiyang’s vulnerable points.
The surrounding ground was roughed up under the impact of their immense Inner Strength and weapon gusts, becoming riddled with pits, soil flying, forming one varying hole after another. Nearby vegetation was snapped and bent under the power, branches shattered and scattered like experiencing a merciless storm. Shi Feiyang keenly captured a flaw in Wu Biao’s maneuver, promptly executing the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth Longevity" from the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique."
With a roar, his voice resonated through the Nine Skies, seemingly tearing through the firmament. His palms thrust fiercely, with Palm Force like a surging tide, carrying mountain-overturning momentum, seemingly aiming to overturn the whole world.
This strike gathered all his Power, and as the Palm Force passed, the ground instantly cracked open with deep fissures, resembling the scars of a torn earth, surrounding air under pressure emitted "zzzz" sounds.
Wu Biao was caught off guard and thought to himself that it was not good. Instinctively, he swung the Wu Yue Hooks to defend, yet the Palm Force was overpowering, and with a "snap," it severed the pair of Wu Yue Hooks cleanly, the broken hooks falling as helplessly as two dead leaves.
The residual force of the Palm did not wane, like a powerful cannonball, directly striking Wu Biao in the chest.
Wu Biao’s eyes opened wide, filled with disbelief as his mouth gaped open, a mouthful of blood spurted forth like a fountain, tracing a bright red arc through the air, like a stunning blooming flower within a pool of blood.
His body soared uncontrollably like a kite with a severed string, crashing heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Wu Biao lay motionless on the ground, having breathed his last.
At this moment, the valiant followers pressed on relentlessly.
Their faces were alight with righteous exhilaration, eyes aflame with fury, weapons in hand gleaming with cold light, resembling a group of mighty tigers descending the mountain, full of vigor. Within this realm, they launched a fierce attack against the remnants of the Wolf Stronghold’s bandits.
In an instant, the calls to kill echoed to the heavens, seemingly flipping the sky; the continuous clashing of weapons, the crisp metallic sounds entangled into a symphony.
