Chapter 28: Chaos on the Field
Seeing this, Feng Tianhua could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He stretched out his body and leaped onto the lakeshore like a ghost, running straight towards a middle-aged man in gray.
Seeing this, the gray-clothed man sneered, swung his knife and chopped directly at Feng Tianhua's flank. Feng Tianhua snorted coldly, and instantly knocked the gray-clothed man to the ground with his fists and feet, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was shocking.
However, the battle did not end there. An old man in black suddenly appeared, and he rolled over with skillful movements, and fired three flying knives straight at Feng Tianhua's vital points.
Feng Tianhua was very skilled. He chopped down a flying knife with a wave of his hands, and opened his mouth to bite another one, but failed because of the strange shape of the flying knives.
The flying knife brushed past the corner of his mouth and cut off a piece of his beard. This was something he treasured very much, and now that a piece of it was cut off, he couldn't help but get furious.
Feng Tianhua roared, leaped up like lightning and pounced on the old man in black. The old man in black was not to be outdone, and swung his bone whip to meet the enemy.
The moment the two men fought, a strong wind blew up and the bone whip was broken by Feng Tianhua's palm and flew straight into the sky.
Feng Tianhua took advantage of the situation and launched a series of palm techniques at the old man in black like a tide, forcing him to retreat again and again.
The battle was thrilling, with both sides evenly matched and each showing off their unique abilities.
However, who will have the last laugh in this chaotic battlefield? Everything remains to be revealed. His attacks were swift, like a violent storm, and each of them contained deadly cruelty and poison, the two intertwined, making it impossible to defend against.
In an instant, blood gushed out of the mouth of the figure in black. His body fell down helplessly like a fallen leaf caught in a strong wind, and finally fell heavily to the ground. In the dead silence, only the shocking red color remained, slowly spreading in the night.
Feng Tianhua suddenly saw five or six burly men joining forces to kill his two trusted followers. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he roared, "How dare these clowns from outside the pass be so rampant!"
After saying that, he pounced forward like lightning, and with a wave of his right hand, he easily resolved the attack of a big man. His left hand turned into a sharp lightning, and with a shrill scream, the big man's blood and brains splattered everywhere, and he died instantly.
Seeing this, the other four roared in unison, each performing four completely different palm techniques, bombarding Feng Tianhua from all directions. Feng Tianhua slapped his hands in succession, using a move called "Wild Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves", which rolled up an invisible storm, forcing the four to retreat again and again, their faces suddenly changing.
At this moment, seven old men surrounded Feng Tianhua in a lightning speed. Apparently, all the helpers he sent out had been killed. Feng Tianhua was furious and slapped out with his right hand. A "Devil's Force" came out fiercely, accompanied by two desperate wails, and the two old men died on the spot.
However, the crisis was not over. Suddenly, seven black shadows came like ghosts. Then, dozens of human figures followed one after another, and sinister laughter rang out one after another.
Feng Tianhua sneered, his tone grim: "Humph, you rats from outside the pass, instead of enjoying the good life in your own territory, you come all the way here to die. Today, I will let you know what true despair is!"
"Brothers, come on!" With his order, several powerful forces attacked Feng Tianhua like a violent storm. Feng Tianhua turned around, slapped out three palms lightly, and kicked out a loud "boom" at the same time, and saw several figures being blown away.
Even so, Feng Tianhua was pushed back three steps by this force. He roared angrily, and his figure flew up like a bat in the night, swinging his palms at the same time, with the sound of whistling wind, and slapped out three more times.
These three palms condensed all his spiritual power, and their might was so fierce that it seemed to be able to overturn mountains and seas. Seeing this, the big men joined forces to push out a palm, trying to resist this fatal blow.
However, with a deafening bang and a series of "bang" sounds, more than a dozen big men fell to the ground.
There were the sounds of hurried horse hooves and figures approaching in the distance, and it was obvious that the warriors outside the Great Wall had gained an absolute advantage.
Feng Tianhua was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed wildly: "Come on! All those who are not afraid of death, come on!" After saying that, he soared into the air again and swung his right hand violently.
More than thirty people joined forces and pushed out a palm, rushing towards Feng Tianhua.
The screams, flying figures, and deafening cries of killing intertwined together to form a tragic picture.
Countless people fell in a pool of blood, and those who had not yet fallen pounced on him like mad beasts.
However, in this life-and-death contest, Feng Tianhua seemed to have transformed into an invincible god of war, writing his own legend with his hands. In the world stained with crazy blood, an endless catastrophe was spreading wantonly!
Shangguan Jiannan's heart was tightly gripped by sister Shishi's words that seemed to foresee the future. The scenes before him were like the nightmares she had predicted, coming true one by one.
Looking at those figures covered in bruises from stumbling and falling, his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was accompanied by a violent tremor.
The sword flashes like a weave, as fast as lightning, and every confrontation is accompanied by the loss of life. The methods are so cruel that they make people shudder.
However, in this chaos and despair, Li Shishi's eyes were extremely firm, always locked on a figure - Xiaoyu. Although his back was covered with blood and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth, in this chaotic torrent, he was like a cunning rabbit, nimbly shuttling among the crowd, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with him.
The pushing and screaming of the crowd could not touch him at all. He just quietly and slowly blended into the crowd and finally disappeared without a trace.
The light in Li Shishi's eyes dimmed, but she soon regained her composure, gently took Shangguan Jiannan's hand, and urged in a low voice: "Brother Jiannan, we should go."
Shangguan Jiannan seemed to have just woken up from a dream and responded with a quick yes. The two of them quickly merged into the sparser crowd.
At this moment, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from far away, like the call of the god of death, making people feel chilled.
As they walked and looked, they saw twenty or thirty horses sweeping in like a black storm. An old man in a green shirt jumped off each horse. He was about fifty or sixty years old, with eyes as sharp as an eagle.
The addition of these old men instantly made the battlefield even more brutal. They were extremely skilled and their attacks were even more ruthless. In a blink of an eye, the already bloody battlefield was littered with corpses, blood flowed like a river, and screams rose and fell, as if the whole world was swallowed up by this endless slaughter.
Those big men who were still struggling now realized the coming of despair. They rushed left and right, trying to escape from this hellish scene, but the skills of those old men were too terrifying, and their speed of attack was astonishing, so they could not escape at all.
In the end, only fifty or sixty people were left on the battlefield, still making their final struggle. Seeing this, Li Shishi once again tightened Shangguan Jiannan's hand and shouted anxiously, "Let's go!" With their agility, the two of them rushed left and right in the crowd, and finally escaped from the land of death and returned to the inn.
At this time, the massacre was almost over by Daming Lake. Feng Tianhua bowed deeply to the old men to express his gratitude. An old man in his sixties asked in a deep voice: "The master ordered to deal with them cleanly. Have you figured out the origins of these people?"
Feng Tianhua replied respectfully: "They are all independent cultivators from outside the Great Wall." Upon hearing this, the old man smiled coldly: "Great! Destroy the corpses!" Then, twenty or thirty old men quickly took action, sprinkling corpse powder on each corpse. Immediately, yellow smoke rose up, and a more secretive cleanup operation quietly began.
A pungent smell suddenly spread out, like an invisible demon, wantonly invading every inch of the air!
The scene before my eyes was even more shocking. The once vibrant lives were now as if touched by an invisible hand. They quickly dissolved into turbid yellow water, flowing on the cold ground, taking away all vitality and hope.
The onlookers, those souls that had not yet escaped, witnessed this heinous scene of corpse destruction. They all had expressions of horror on their faces and their hearts pounding, as if they had become the next shadow to disappear.
They pushed and shoved each other, screaming, trying to escape from this cursed land, fearing that they would become part of the yellow water and disappear forever from the world's memory.
The scene suddenly fell into chaos, with people talking and shouting like chickens and dogs. Indescribable panic and chaos intertwined together to form a doomsday picture.
At this moment, a white-haired old man, as the leader of the group, slowly stood up.
After the crowd gradually dispersed, he said in a deep voice to Feng Tianhua beside him: "Master Feng, from today on, we must immediately stop the evil activity called 'Du Lotto'! It has brought too much misfortune and disaster."
Upon hearing this, Feng Tianhua looked solemn and nodded, as if he also felt regret for what he had done before.
He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "But what about the prize money that has been raised this time?"
The old man's eyes were like torches, and he said firmly: "The prize money will be paid out, and an explanation will be given to those innocent participants. But after ten days, you must return to the headquarters to accept the due punishment and reflect on yourself. Remember, our actions must be worthy of our conscience and the lives of all the people on this land!"
"Yes!" Feng Tianhua responded respectfully.