King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 578 - 193: Lan Xiaodie’s Plot: How Shi Feiyang Breaks the Underground Palace Chess Formation

Chapter 578: Chapter 193: Lan Xiaodie’s Plot: How Shi Feiyang Breaks the Underground Palace Chess Formation

With her incantation, the corpses of the insects blocked by the wine veil began to wriggle slowly, gradually gathering and merging to eventually form a rolling, surging black "poison explosion cloud".

The poison explosion cloud was like a roaring demon, emanating a pungent smell that made onlookers want to vomit. The surrounding air seemed twisted by this toxic gas, presenting an eerie fluctuation.

Once this poison explosion cloud detonated, the power was enough to kill everyone present and raze the market to the ground.

At this critical moment, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen soared in using the "Feixu Qingyan Technique", holding a fireproof blanket in his hand. He shouted, "Get down!" His voice carried an undeniable decisiveness.

He then forcefully threw the fireproof blanket, which swiftly unfurled in the air like a giant wing, accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, tightly shielding everyone.

Almost simultaneously, the poison explosion cloud exploded with a boom, the powerful shockwave causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if a minor earthquake had occurred.

Flames shot into the sky, heat waves rolled, and the surrounding stalls were overturned in an instant, their goods blasted to pieces.

The poison fog spread, withering grass and trees wherever it passed, corroding the ground into black pits.

As the aftermath of the explosion subsided, the crowd slowly got up, dusting off the dirt from their bodies.

By this time, Lan Xiaodie and those Five Poison Cultists had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a devastated market and people still shaken.

This malicious act of the Five Poison Sect not only showcased Lan Xiaodie’s crafty schemes but also highlighted the inhumanity of the Five Poison Cultists, resorting to any means to achieve their ends, filling Shi Feiyang and the others with anger and vigilance.

Yili, her face solemn, slowly sheathed her sword and sighed softly, "My husband, as it seems now, I’m afraid I can’t return to the sect to visit. This group of villains from the Five Poison Sect appear and disappear unpredictably and excel in the art of poison. I’m truly concerned that disaster will be brought to the sect. The Hengshan Sect and Xuankong Temple may have deep roots, but when faced with such insidious methods of the Five Poison Sect, I’m afraid they can’t withstand it."

After speaking, a trace of worry flickered in her eyes, and she gazed intently at Shi Feiyang, seeking a trace of comfort from him.

Xie Wen stepped forward with a leap, his brows furrowed into a "川" shape, and said urgently, "Grand Squad Leader, Miss Yili is exactly right! Think about it, the way the Five Poison Sect operates, it’s like ghosts—striking suddenly without warning. If we bring this trouble back to Heng Mountain, how can the seniors of the Hengshan Sect and Xuankong Temple cope? Grand Squad Leader, you must think this through!"

Lu Dechu scratched his head and spoke in a muffled voice, "Yeah, Grand Squad Leader. We’ve witnessed the sinister tactics of the Five Poison Sect firsthand. Those poisonous insects, released in dense swarms, are spine-chilling just to look at. If disaster befalls Heng Mountain, we’d be the culprits! Grand Squad Leader, you can’t get confused now; this requires careful planning."

Jiang Huotian stomped his feet in anxiety, waving his hands in the air, yelling, "Grand Squad Leader, these Five Poison Sect members are like rats in sewers, hard to guard against. On our journey, who knows when they might bite us. The Hengshan Sect can’t fall into such danger because of us! Grand Squad Leader, you must ponder carefully on our strategy."

Xiang Kun slightly wrinkled his brow, stepped forward, and spoke earnestly, "Grand Squad Leader, the situation is indeed tricky now. The Five Poison Sect has already targeted us; if Miss Yili returns to Heng Mountain, their sect will surely become their target of revenge. We must devise a foolproof plan that ensures Miss Yili’s safety and maintains the peace of the Hengshan Sect. Grand Squad Leader, you must make a decision."

Shi Feiyang’s gaze remained resolute, his expression calm as he spoke slowly, "In my view, since the Five Poison Sect has set their sights on us, they won’t rest until they cause trouble at Heng Mountain, possibly even endangering Master Wukong and Nun Chixia. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll go ahead to Heng Mountain to protect Xuankong Temple and the Hengshan Sect with all my might. Xiang Kun, you have a handsome appearance and bear a resemblance to me; disguise yourself as me and accompany Yili back to Jiangnan. Xie Wen, your lightweight technique is unrivaled; from now on, fly back and forth daily to relay information between sides. Arranged in this way, nothing should go wrong."

After hearing this, everyone felt Shi Feiyang’s words made sense and nodded in agreement.

Yili’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart filled with emotion.

She gently stepped forward, opened her arms, and tightly embraced Shi Feiyang, her voice slightly choking as she said, "My husband, you are so good to me, considering my safety so thoroughly. But the journey is fraught with danger, you must be very careful."

After speaking, she rose on tiptoe and gave Shi Feiyang a heartfelt kiss on the cheek.

Shi Feiyang tenderly hugged Yili back, softly reassuring, "Rest assured, my beloved, I will be careful. You and Xiang Kun, on your way back to Jiangnan, must also be cautious in all things."

Then, Yili and the heroes entered a nearby inn to disguise themselves.

The cold wind was biting, cutting across everyone’s cheeks like an Ice Saber. The trees by the street shivered in the wind, and the few remaining leaves on the branches barely clung on. Before long, the group completed their disguises, Yili wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, looking at Shi Feiyang with reluctance.

Her gaze seemed to imprint his image deep in her heart.

After a long time, she bit her lower lip, slowly turned around, and with Xiang Kun and the others, stepped into the desolate early winter landscape, embarking on the journey back to Jiangnan.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang swiftly mounted his horse, clamped his legs against its sides, causing it to neigh sharply. He whipped the reins, and the horse galloped at full speed toward Heng Mountain, his figure soon fading into the cold distance.