Chapter 925: Chapter 261: Heroic Valor in the Snowy Night, Chivalry Shines Across the Firmament (Part 2)

Everyone was caught off guard, their bodies swaying, nearly falling to the ground. Some staggered back a few steps, hitting the stone wall beside them with a dull thud; others flailed their hands in the air, trying to grab onto something to maintain balance.

Terror-stricken eyes swept around quickly, only to see sharp stone pillars slowly rising from the ground.

These stone pillars burst out from beneath the earth; though slow, they carried an unstoppable momentum.

They were like the devil’s hands reaching out from hell, with cold gleams flickering at their tips, clearly smeared with poison. In this dim light, the shadows of the stone pillars stretched long, resembling venomous snakes ready to strike.

"Wind Thunder Sect" Leader Luorong Zadui turned deathly pale, bloodless.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes full of panic.

He now began to realize the treachery of this trap, for if one is pierced by these poisoned stone pillars, certain death would follow.

He hurriedly shouted with a strained voice, sharp with tension and fear: "Everyone, quickly use the lightweight technique to avoid the stone pillars! We stand on the brink of life and death, do not panic! Our lives are at stake, so everyone must do their utmost!"

The crowd awakened from their dream, urgently displaying their individual lightweight techniques.

In an instant, silhouettes flickered within the Life and Death Gate, as people leaped and bounded between stone pillars, like monkeys struggling to survive on steep cliffs.

Some employed the "Swallow Three Touches the Water," lightly and gracefully tapping over the tops of the stone pillars; others used "Rising Cloud Vertical," soaring like floating clouds, avoiding the stone pillars piercing up from below.

Yet the stone pillars seemed endless, rising ever more swiftly.

Before long, several disciples with slightly weaker powers could not evade in the chaos.

Only a few chilling screams pierced the air as those few disciples were brutally impaled by the stone pillars.

The stone pillars effortlessly penetrated their bodies, their blood slowly flowing down the pillars, dripping onto the ground, instantly staining it red.

On their faces were lingering expressions of terror and pain, their bodies twitching slightly atop the stone pillars, and in but a moment, they breathed no more.

"Shi Feiyang, you despicable villain! Hiding in the dark, what kind of hero are you? If you’ve got the guts, come out and fight with me fair and square!" Luorong Zadui roared in anger, his voice echoing in the narrow passage, filled with resentment and indignation.

The treasure sword in his hand swung fiercely, the blade cutting through the air with a "whoosh," attempting to shatter the approaching stone pillars.

However, those pillars were incomparably hard, and though his sword struck them, it only sparked a few sparks, while the pillars remained unmoved.

Shi Feiyang hid in the darkness, seemingly merging with the shadows, watching all of this coldly.

Seeing the crowd in such disarray, he snorted coldly, musing to himself: "These people followed Zhong Renwang daily, doing evil; today is the day for them to repay their blood debts." With this thought, he activated the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" divine skill, his inner strength surging within like a raging tide.

Under his mental control, another mechanism within the Life and Death Gate silently activated.

In an instant, the passage walls, like dormant venomous snakes awakening, suddenly shot out countless iron chains.

The chains clashed against each other, emitting a "clank clank" sound, like a death melody being played.

One end of the iron chains bore sharp hooks, glinting menacingly in the dim light, whistling towards the crowd.

Wu Yun didn’t even have time to scream before being shattered into pieces in an instant.

Luorong Zadui reacted extremely swiftly, his eyes sharp, his long sword dancing rapidly, sword flowers flashing like brilliant stars in the night sky.

Under his fierce swordsmanship, the chains shooting at him were all cut off, with the severed chains clattering to the ground.

However, the rest of the crowd did not possess such high-level skills as he did.

The chains, like agile spiritual snakes, wandered freely among the people.

Many could not dodge in time, being cruelly hooked by the hooks.

Immediately, flesh split open, blood splashed, and screams echoed one after another in the narrow passage.

"Ah!" A disciple was hooked in the arm by the chain, his face contorted in pain, screaming incessantly.

He struggled desperately with both hands, trying to escape the hook’s restraint, but only tore the wound further, blood gushing like a fountain, before long, he died miserably, his blood drained, leaving a shriveled corpse.

Seeing this, Luorong Zadui’s eldest disciple, Dalao Zhima, was anxious and frantic, hurriedly wielding his iron sword, striking at the chains.

However, the numerous chains, like an invisible net, encompassed everyone within.

He had just struck one aside, when several more chains swiftly attacked him.

Seeing this, Luorong Zadui knew the situation was perilous. He took a deep breath, deploying the essence moves of the "Wind Thunder Swordsmanship."

With a spin of his body, the long sword in his hand moved like a dense curtain of swords, sword flowers flashing.

In an instant, the surrounding chains were forced back several feet. However, the mechanism did not cease, with chains continuously shooting out. Gradually, Luorong Zadui felt a growing fatigue, sweat beading on his forehead, his breaths becoming rapid.

Shi Feiyang hid in the darkness, like a ghost in the night, eyes piercing, taking in all the plight of the people in the passage.

Watching Luorong Zadui and others caught in the onslaught of mechanisms, trapped in desperation, he felt a slight sense of satisfaction from revenge, yet he did not relax his vigilance in the slightest. Jianghu conflicts change rapidly, with a slight lapse, all could be lost.

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