Chapter 927: Chapter 261: Heroic Triumph Amidst a Snowy Night, Chivalry Shining Across the Heavens (Part 4)

They two also slowly followed behind the ranks.

As Zhong Renwang walked, he pretended to be nonchalantly tying his waistband, and asked in an affectedly relaxed tone, "Where on earth did Wu Yun and the others go? And where is Master Zashi now?"

His voice seemed calm, yet like undercurrents surging beneath a placid lake, faintly carrying a trace of barely noticeable tremor.

"Seven Evils Palm" Sect Leader Zhaxi Banfeng looked bleak and grief‑stricken, his eyes filled with sorrow.

His voice, choked with grief, slowly said, "Master Zhong, ever since they stepped into the Life and Death Gate, a long time has passed and they have yet to emerge. In my humble opinion, I fear the omens are grim and the chances of survival slim!"

His words were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into everyone’s hearts, making the already suffocating atmosphere grow even heavier, like a massive boulder pressing down on their chests, leaving them unable to breathe.

To conceal the cowardice hidden deep within his heart, Zhong Renwang’s expression changed instantly; he feigned great indignation, his eyes widening like bronze bells as he shouted, "Hmph! No doubt those rats Wu Yun, Wu Dang, Wu Hui and the like have been bought off with heavy gold by Shi Feiyang! Otherwise, they all know the Life and Death Gate inside out—how could they vanish without a trace once they entered? Enough, enough. It seems attacking the Old Wolf Stronghold is already hopeless. We shall go instead to the capital of the Naiman Tribe, Wulang City, and throw it into utter chaos. We must force that Shi Feiyang to come out!"

With that, he stamped his foot heavily, venting all the stifled rage in his chest in one burst.

Hearing this, Zhaxi Banfeng let out a long sigh, that sigh seeming to come from the depths of his soul, laden with endless helplessness and grim resolve, as he said, "Only by doing so can we avenge the several Masters of Zashi."

Thus, "Seven Evils Sect" Leader Zhaxi Banfeng and his disciples, "Blood Transformation Saber" Leader Dorje Maje and his disciples, "Poisonous Hand Nuwa" Li Wuduo and many other Martial Arts experts, though filled with unwillingness, could only helplessly follow Zhong Renwang and the others, heading in the direction of Wulang City.

Their figures grew farther and farther away in the vast snowy field, leaving behind a line of messy footprints, silently narrating the helplessness and unwillingness of this defeat. At this moment, Shi Feiyang was hidden within the Life and Death Gate, as if merged with the darkness itself.

He watched Luorong Zadui and Dalao Zhima breathe their last, and felt not the slightest pity in his heart.

In his eyes, these people had long run rampant in the Jianghu, committing every sort of evil; today’s calamity was nothing but retribution brought upon themselves, their deserved punishment.

After eavesdropping on the secret discussion of Zhong Renwang and the others, he moved like a supremely agile leopard, his figure flickering as he quietly slipped out from within the Life and Death Gate. His movements were light and swift, like a breeze brushing past, without raising the slightest sound.

And the heroes of Xiongying, who were hiding in a nearby cave, had likewise overheard Zhong Renwang and the others’ words.

Their hearts burned with anxiety, like ants on a hot wok, and they poured out of the cave one after another.

The moment they saw Shi Feiyang appear, it was like beholding a ray of dawn in the darkness, and they instantly crowded around him.

Their eyes were filled with worry and concern; speaking one after another, they frankly voiced their deep anxiety over Wulang City and over Madam Shi, Yili, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, Liu Guihua, Lin Wanqing and the others.

In an instant, voices rose and fell in succession, like surging tides, echoing through this frozen world.

The cold wind was piercing, like a roaring fierce beast rampaging wantonly through this land of ice and snow.

Snowflakes fluttered down in thick profusion, adorning the whole world into a silent realm of silver and white.

Shi Feiyang stood tall in the snow, his posture straight as a pine, his expression grave as if he were a towering peak. His gaze was torch‑bright, like two blazing flames, fixed steadily upon the "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, his eyes brimming with unquestionable resolve and trust.

Shi Feiyang drew in a deep breath and spoke slowly, his voice like a great bell tolling, echoing between heaven and earth, carrying a reassuring majesty: "Xie Wen, looking over all the heroes of Xiongying, when it comes to Lightweight Technique, within the entire Jianghu none can surpass you. At present, Zhong Renwang and those villains harbor wicked intentions, plotting to go to Wulang City and throw the situation into turmoil, plunging the common folk into misery and suffering. The situation is urgent, like an arrow on the bowstring, which cannot but be loosed. You must set out at once, display your world‑unrivaled ’Feixu Qingyan Technique’, and by the fastest speed, reach Wulang City ahead of those scoundrels. Once you see Yili Khan, you must, in full detail and without omission, report to her the sinister scheme of Zhong Renwang and the others. Have the Great Khan swiftly deploy troops and fortify the defenses; by no means must we allow the Naiman Tribe to fall into endless chaos and flames of war. Tell the Great Khan that I, Shi Feiyang, will arrive shortly thereafter, and will surely join hands with her, standing shoulder to shoulder to guard the peace of these people and preserve the tranquility of this world."

In Shi Feiyang’s words there was both a precise grasp of the situation and a profound concern for country and people, revealing his heroic heart that embraced all under heaven.

Upon hearing this, a glint of grim resolve flashed in Xie Wen’s eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

He immediately cupped his fists, his posture vigorous, and said in a ringing voice, "Grand Squad Leader, rest assured. I will exert myself to the utmost and not fail this mission!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his feet lightly tapped the ground, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and his whole person rose into the air like a wisp of smoke.

They saw his figure twist, his posture so light and ethereal it was like willow catkins lifted by the spring breeze, drifting gently through the air, devoid of the slightest taint of mortal dust. In just the blink of an eye, he had melted into the vastness of heaven and earth, vanishing without a trace, not even a trailing shadow left behind.

The Xiongying heroes all tilted their heads back, their gazes fixed tightly on the direction in which Xie Wen had disappeared, their faces full of astonishment.

They whispered among themselves, every word brimming with admiration for Xie Wen’s Lightweight Technique.

"This ’Flying Eagle Detective’s’ Lightweight Technique is truly divine, rarely seen in this world! With such an uncanny Body Technique, not to mention common folk—even the birds that soar through the sky might find it hard to match." "Indeed, such Lightweight Technique is something we have seen only once in our lives—it truly leaves one in awe."

Their words echoed through the icy world, like a stirring hymn of praise.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression easing a little, then turned his gaze to Liao Pei.

His eyes were full of concern, like the warm sun of spring shining upon Liao Pei: "Elder Liao, our brothers and sisters have been away from home for long; their families wait with longing eyes, worrying day and night. Now the year’s end is near, the time for family reunion. I intend to have everyone return to Jiangnan first, to share the joy of family with their loved ones and spend a warm Spring Festival. When spring comes next year and all things revive, we will once more carve our way through thorns and brambles, and head to Bozhou to pacify the rebellion. For the justice of the Jianghu, for the common folk under heaven, we must completely quell that uprising and return a clear and bright world to all."

In Shi Feiyang’s words there was both deep affection for his brothers and sisters and the heroic bearing of a leader of heroes who would pacify the world.

Hearing this, Xiao Lingling’s heart instantly leapt with joy, as if she had seen a ray of dawn in the darkness.

She had long been yearning keenly for her son at home, and at this moment it was even harder for her to restrain the excitement in her heart.

Her eyes suddenly shone like stars in the night sky; she clenched her fist and thrust it high, shouting loudly, "Grand Squad Leader is wise! Xiongying raised high, invincible under heaven! Unify the Jianghu, for a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages!"

Her voice was crisp and clear, like an oriole flying out of the valley, carrying far and wide through the emptiness between heaven and earth.

Liao Pei had intended to say something more, but by then everyone had already been stirred by Xiao Lingling’s shout, as if drawn by an invisible force.

They all raised their fists high and joined in the shout: "Grand Squad Leader is wise! Xiongying raised high, invincible under heaven! Unify the Jianghu, for a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages!"