Chapter 30 Shura's Rage
The atmosphere in the Lotus Tower was solemn.
Four people sat in a circle, a crudely drawn map of the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance's headquarters spread out in the middle. The light from the oil lamp flickered, illuminating four faces, each with a different yet equally serious expression.
"Jiao Liqiao must have laid a tight net," Fang Duobing pointed at several key points, "especially the water dungeons and the alchemy room. They are definitely heavily guarded."
Su Xiaoyong frowned: "Breaking in by force is definitely not the best strategy. We are short of manpower."
Li Lianhua lightly tapped an inconspicuous side hall on the map with his fingertips: "Here, there is an abandoned sewage tunnel that leads directly to the lower level of the water prison. Very few people know about it. I discovered it by accident back then." His tone was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
Di Feisheng looked at him sharply, but Li Lianhua avoided his gaze, concentrating on the map. Some past events didn't need to be delved into.
Di Feisheng didn't ask any further questions, but immediately made a decision: "Wuyan is already outside to meet us. He will lead his men to create chaos and attract attention from the front. The four of us will sneak in through the secret passage. Fang Duobing, you are good at light combat, so you will be responsible for scouting the way and eliminating the sentries. Su Xiaoyong, you will use poison and mechanical techniques to eliminate the traps along the way."
He finally looked at Li Lianhua and said, "Follow me, we'll go straight to the water dungeon and the alchemy room."
The division of labor is clear and efficient.
Li Lianhua shook his head slightly, "Not enough." He raised his eyes and looked at Di Feisheng, "Jiao Liqiao has worked hard for many years and has many assassins under his command. Even if we rescue them, it will be difficult for us to escape unscathed."
"What are your plans?" Di Feisheng asked.
Li Lianhua pulled out a simple token from his bosom. It was engraved with the unique cloud pattern of the Si Gu Men. "I've asked Wu Yan to send a message," he said calmly. "The old members of the Si Gu Men, upon seeing this order, will rush to assist as quickly as possible."
Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong's eyes widened. The Four-Gu Men! Li Xiangyi's Four-Gu Men! Although long since disbanded, its hidden power and appeal should not be underestimated.
Di Feisheng looked at Li Lianhua deeply, without saying anything, and just said, "Okay."
The action plan was set. It was a dark and windy night.
Wu Yan followed his plan and started a fire at the main gate of the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance, causing a commotion. While the guards were being deployed and the people were in panic, the four of them quietly sneaked into the abandoned secret passage.
The tunnel was damp and dark, thick with the stench of staleness. Fang Duobing, like a swift cat, blazed ahead, while Su Xiaoyong meticulously dismantled the treacherous traps set by Jiao Liqiao. Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua followed closely behind, their steps steady and restrained, like dormant beasts, ready to pounce at any moment.
The journey wasn't always smooth, inevitably encountering patrols and stubborn resistance. Di Feisheng, unsheathing his sword, unleashed his power solely through palm winds and fists, unstoppable and resolute, killing or wounding anyone who stood in his way. Li Lianhua's movements were elusive, and while her former Xiangyi Taijian sword hadn't reappeared, her exquisite footwork and acupressure techniques remained unpredictable, often leaving enemies limp before they could react.
Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong also showed their talents, and the four of them cooperated with unexpected tacit understanding.
Finally, they broke through the last obstacle and entered the water prison.
Inside the water dungeon, the sound of killing shook the sky.
The sound of the flute flew like a demonic deity, holding steady at the forefront. He unleashed his White Palm of Sad Wind to its fullest potential, the wind whistling like a dragon, unparalleled in its ferocity. With every strike, someone's bones were broken, sent flying backward, and their bodies were knocked to the ground. With his own strength, he single-handedly blocked the most powerful attack from the front, creating a relatively safe space for those behind him.
Li Lianhua, meanwhile, roamed the edge of this world. His form no longer held the frail, erratic presence of former times, but had regained some of the graceful, agile grace of Li Xiangyi. He didn't wield a sword, nor even employ the full force of his unparalleled "Yangzhou Slow" mental technique. Instead, he engaged his foe with exquisite footwork and the sharp energy flowing from his fingertips.
His figure was like a butterfly, effortlessly weaving through the flashes of swords and sabers. Each thrust of his fingertips landed precisely on the enemy's wrists or vulnerable points on their weapons. The clanking sound was incessant, and the swords striking the wounded were often deflected or deflected at unimaginable angles. Occasionally, a fugitive would attempt a flanking attack, but with a single movement, he would be in front of them. With a single strike of his finger, the enemy fell limply to the ground, lifeless.
His movements were fluid, almost artistic, and completely different from Di Feisheng's domineering, ruthless, and powerful style, yet equally effective and deadly. The two, one hard, the other soft, one attacking, the other supporting, coordinated seamlessly, keeping the surging enemy at bay.
However, Jiao Liqiao's men were no mediocre. Several black-clad warriors, their eyes hollow, suddenly formed a strange formation and, reckless for their lives, lunged at Di Feisheng! Their vicious attacks, determined to fight to the death, temporarily stymied Di Feisheng. Meanwhile, a long-lurking archer on the other side seized this fleeting opportunity. A crossbow arrow, gleaming with a cold blue light, silently unleashed its bowstring, piercing the small opening Di Feisheng had left in his defense.
The arrow was shot at a tricky angle, with a vicious timing, and as fast as lightning!
Li Lianhua was just dealing with the enemy in front of him when he caught a glimpse of that cold light from the corner of his eye. His heart suddenly tightened! He didn't even have time to think, his body had already reacted before his consciousness...
The unparalleled, gentle, and purest "Yangzhou Slow" internal energy instantly surged forth! The air seemed to ripple with invisible waves, gentle yet unstoppable. The sharp crossbow arrow, piercing this realm of energy, visibly slowed to a crawl!
But in the split second when Li Lianhua was using his internal force to stop the crossbow arrow and his entire mind was focused on Di Feisheng's safety, an enemy who had just been knocked down by him but had not completely lost the ability to move, struggled to his feet and slashed towards Li Lianhua's lower back with the poisoned short blade in his hand!
"Ugh!" A suppressed groan of pain.
Li Lianhua's body shuddered violently, a sharp stinging pain and a strange numbness emanating from her lower back! Yangzhou Man's internal energy surged into disarray. The blocked crossbow arrow, though inaccurate, grazed Di Feisheng's arm, leaving only a shallow wound. However, Li Lianhua stumbled from the sudden attack and the toxin, her face paling.
The attacker was about to stab again, but Fang Duobing reacted quickly and knocked him away with a sword!
It all happened so fast, almost at the same moment.
Di Feisheng had just torn apart the formation of those assassins like thunder at the cost of a serious injury to his arm. Before he could even feel the pain from the scratch on his arm, he heard a suppressed groan of pain behind him, and the familiar internal force fluctuations that belonged only to Yangzhou Man suddenly became disordered in the air!
He turned his head suddenly -
Li Lianhua stumbled forward, clutching her lower back. Her lips were turning purple, and a dark pool of blood quickly spread across her green clothes. Meanwhile, the poisoned short blade clanged to the ground.
In an instant, the aura around Di Feisheng changed.
If he was a murderous god of war before, then at this moment, he was a Shura who stepped out of the blood sea of hell!
Those deep eyes instantly filled with a violent crimson, all composure and rationality instantly burned away! A chilling murderous intent, ten times more terrifying than before, exploded like a physical substance, enveloping the entire water dungeon area, and even the temperature seemed to plummet!
"You—dare—hurt—him?!"
A roar, no longer a human voice, sounded more like the roar of a ferocious beast on the verge of madness, shaking the entire water dungeon! The enemies closest to him were so shocked by the sound waves containing terrifying internal energy that their ears and noses bled and they stumbled back!
The next second, everyone saw a flash before their eyes!
Di Feisheng's figure disappeared like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the attacker. He didn't even use any moves, just the simplest and most brutal stretch of his hand -
“Crack!”
With a teeth-grinding, crisp sound, the attacker's neck was crushed by his bare hands! His head drooped at a strange angle, his eyes still filled with unbelievable fear.
But this did not end Di Feisheng's anger.
He suddenly snatched the long sword from the hand of an enemy beside him, not even bothering to use his own sword. Beifeng Baizhang's internal force poured into this ordinary long sword, causing the blade to emit a humming sound as it could not bear the heavy burden!
"die!"
The blade flashed like a crack in hell, slashing out with a crazy murderous intent to destroy everything!
There are no skills, no tricks, only the purest and most violent release of power!
A terrifying blade of energy, visible to the naked eye, swept forward in a fan-shaped arc! Wherever it passed, whether people or objects, they were all torn and shattered! A bloody mist exploded, limbs and arms flew everywhere, and deep ravines were plowed into the solid stone wall!
Just one knife!
Clear the area!
The originally crowded entrance to the dungeon was instantly empty, leaving only a mess of blood and flesh on the ground and a stunned crowd.
Di Feisheng stood there, knife in hand, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot, like a ferocious beast choosing its prey. He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on Li Lianhua, who was pale and trying to force the poison out of her.
The brutality in his eyes was instantly replaced by a deeper panic and anxiety that almost swallowed him.
He threw down his long sword, stepped in front of Li Lianhua, and held her up. His fingers were even trembling with fear: "Li Lianhua!"
Li Lianhua raised her eyes and met his scarlet eyes filled with shock and anger. She forced out a faint smile, her voice a little weak: "...It's okay...It's a minor injury...The poison is not serious..."
Di Feisheng ignored him and directly mobilized his powerful internal energy, pouring it into his body without reservation to help him suppress the poison. His voice was terribly hoarse: "Quiet!"
The entire dungeon was dead silent.
Everyone was shocked by Di Feisheng's earth-shattering blow just now and his undisguised panic at this moment.
Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong swallowed their saliva and silently took a step back.
The people from Sigumen and the old members of Jinyuanmeng dared not even breathe a word.
Only the violent roars of "How dare you hurt my people?" seemed to still echo in the bloody air.
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