Chapter 816: Chapter 242: Heroic Shadows Battle Across the Desert, Righteous Deeds Subdue Evil Forces_5

The palm wind howled like sharp treasure swords, sweeping towards Ma Chan. Wherever it passed, the air was sliced with a "sizzling" sound, leaving deep palm marks on the ground.

The two instantly clashed into a fierce battle. Shi Feiyang’s palm technique was strong and fierce, with every swing bringing up a powerful gale, as if it could level the surrounding mountains and tear everything apart.

His movements were agile, his steps graceful, like a dragon swimming in the sky, fully displaying an elegant demeanor.

Ma Chan’s palm technique, on the other hand, was mysterious and unfathomable, with numerous palm shadows making it impossible to defend against.

His figure flickered under Shi Feiyang’s palm wind, like a wisp of black smoke, elusive and hard to catch.

Their figures moved swiftly between heaven and earth, intertwining and separating at times. Each collision produced a dull sound, shaking the entire world.

The sand and stones on the ground were scattered by the powerful Inner Strength, like a small sandstorm, obscuring the sky and covering the sun.

As Shi Feiyang launched his attacks, he said, "Ma Chan, although your palm technique is vicious and sinister, in my eyes, it is nothing more than a minor trick. Today, I shall act on behalf of heaven and rid Jianghu of your menace!"

His voice was firm and powerful, exuding confidence and grandeur.

Ma Chan gritted his teeth and retorted, "Hmph, what a boast! Watch how I kill you today as well, to show you the power of Ma Chan!" With that, he unleashed a move called "Heart Extinction Palm," the palm force like an invisible but incredibly sharp blade, carrying a bone-chilling cold, directly stabbing towards Shi Feiyang’s heart.

Shi Feiyang’s body flickered, like a nimble swallow, effortlessly avoiding the fierce strike.

His posture was light, his movements graceful, as if he were dancing elegantly.

At the same time, he suddenly sent out a palm strike, hitting Ma Chan’s shoulder directly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

A crisp "crack" was heard, and Ma Chan’s shoulder was shattered by Shi Feiyang’s palm force.

Ma Chan let out a scream, filled with pain and terror, his expression twisted and deformed, as he staggered backward a few steps. "You... you..." Ma Chan roared in anger, his eyes full of fury and unwillingness.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern, yet he remained graceful, and replied, "This is the price of your evil deeds. In this Jianghu, good and evil will eventually be repaid, prepare to face your end!"

With that, Shi Feiyang once again swung his palms, carrying a fierce palm wind, like an enraged lion, attacking Ma Chan. His posture was like a magnificent painting, exceptionally striking in this bloody world. Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like lightning, firmly locking onto Ma Chan’s panicked figure, as if he were a deity controlling life and death in this rapidly changing battle.

Spotting a slight flaw revealed by Ma Chan, Shi Feiyang agilely leapt into the air, like an eagle swooping on a rabbit, with unstoppable momentum. His white robe fluttered wildly in the wind, the hem billowing, like a Banished Immortal descending upon the world, radiating a gentle jade-like glow, a manifestation of the Bright Jade Technique at its peak.

His palms slowly rose, yet seemed to carry the weight of a thousand tons, as if capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

These palms, with immense might, thundered down towards Ma Chan’s head, the palm wind howling, like a hurricane sweeping up from flat ground, causing the surrounding air to rumble, and the stones on the ground to be swept up, flying all around.

Ma Chan’s eyes widened in terror, filled with a look of despair.

He wanted to dodge, but realized in horror that his figure had long been firmly locked by Shi Feiyang’s powerful Bright Jade Technique, his entire body seemingly bound by an invisible, resilient shackle, unable to move an inch.

He opened his mouth, trying to let out a shout, but it was as if his throat was gripped, emitting only a faint whimper.

Immediately after, Shi Feiyang’s palms landed heavily on Ma Chan’s body, accompanied by a dull yet horrifying "crack," like a death knell from hell.

Ma Chan’s body instantly burst apart like a broken sack. Blood splattered everywhere, like blooming crimson flowers, with his innards flying out and scattering on the ground. The crimson blood quickly spread on the yellow sand, the smell of blood permeating the surroundings, the scene extremely tragic.

Lu Ling, a prominent member of the Kongtong Sect, usually relied on his martial arts to act arrogantly and disdainfully in Jianghu, as if no one in the world could rival him.

But at this moment, he was so petrified by the unparalleled divine power displayed by Shi Feiyang that his legs went soft. His eyes were wide with fear and disbelief, as if witnessing the most incredible scene in the world.

His lips trembled, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, but he couldn’t utter a single sound.

His body trembled slightly, the old majesty long gone without a trace.

The Mongolian Cavalry Leader, Hakutu, who was originally robust and strong, was now shaking like a sieve.

His complexion turned ashen white like paper, devoid of any blood, as if his life’s essence had been drained.

Beads of sweat the size of beans continuously rolled down his forehead and disappeared into the yellow sand beneath his feet. His eyes showed endless fear, as if he had seen a Demon God from Hell.

Bate was the same, his legs slightly bent, his hands gripping the knife handle unconsciously, but his trembling hands exposed the panic within him. The three of them looked at Shi Feiyang as if they had seen a Demon God from Hell, their souls chilled, deeply aware that if they did not escape quickly today, their lives would be forfeit.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Hakutu finally snapped back to reality, shouting loudly, his voice carrying a hint of trembling and despair, like the last cry in this desperate situation.

The three dared not hesitate for a moment, they turned around, swiftly mounting their horses, their movements panicked and urgent.

They clamped down hard on the horses’ bellies, the warhorses whinnied in pain and galloped away like arrows leaving a bowstring.

Their hooves kicked up swirls of yellow sand, quickly disappearing from everyone’s sight.

They came leading over ten thousand cavalry, menacingly, as if they could flatten everything, yet now only the three of them were left fleeing in panic, appearing incredibly miserable in stark contrast to their initial might.

Seeing the enemy flee, the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association were first stunned for a moment, then erupted into deafening cheers of jubilation.

"We won!" "Grand Squad Leader is mighty!" The shouts rose and fell, echoing across the prairie, persistent and unending.

The crowd waved their weapons, some raising their long knives high, others wielding their treasure swords with vigor, their faces brimming with the joy of victory, smiles on their faces like blooming flowers in the spring, bright and dazzling.

They embraced each other, congratulating one another, some excitedly patting each other’s shoulders, others hugging tightly together; at this moment, all fatigue and pain vanished.

Shi Feiyang looked at the cheering disciples, with a slight smile, a smile warm yet filled with strength, akin to the warm sun of spring.

He said, "The road of the Jianghu is inherently rugged and full of thorns. Today’s victory is just a small peak on our long journey. But as long as we brothers unite with chivalrous hearts, we can overcome all difficulties and forge our own chivalrous world within the Jianghu."

His voice was steady and powerful, like a great bell, echoing over the prairie, causing the disciples’ blood to boil even more, instilling them with a mighty strength.

Afterward, the disciples began to busy themselves.

They skillfully cut the horse meat, which was tender and juicy, exuding an enticing aroma under the sun’s rays.

Shi Feiyang took oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and wine from the deerskin pouch visible to none but himself at his waist.

His posture was upright, like a jade tree standing against the wind, and he said loudly: "Brothers, today’s victory relies entirely on everyone’s concerted efforts. This fragrant horse meat, paired with fine wine, let’s drink to our hard-won victory!"

The disciples responded one after another, and cheers erupted again.

In no time, bonfires were lit across the prairie, the flames blazing, turning everyone’s faces red. The horse meat sizzled over the fire, the fat dripped onto the flames with a "sizzle," and the aroma spread across the entire prairie.

The disciples sat around the bonfire, eating the fragrant horse meat and drinking the fine brew, the sound of laughter and conversation never ceasing.

"This horse meat is really delicious!" a young disciple said indistinctly as he ate, his face full of satisfaction.

"Of course, thanks to the Grand Squad Leader today, we were able to taste this deliciousness and achieve a great victory." Another disciple chimed in, his eyes full of admiration for Shi Feiyang. They ate, reminiscing about the fierce battle just now, full of pride.