Chapter 806: Chapter 240: Blood Rakshasa Appears and Runs Rampant, Shi Feiyang Cuts Down a Powerful Foe in Three Moves

That shrill, piercing scream, like the cry of a night owl, echoed between heaven and earth, filled with madness and unwillingness.

The few dozen black-clad riders left had been scared out of their wits by Shi Feiyang’s godlike might; now, seeing the Blood Rakshasa backing them, they were like drowning men grasping at a life-saving straw, and a flicker of hope rekindled in their hearts.

They all spurred their mounts at once; in an instant, the thunder of hooves rolled out, dust billowing skyward.

The black-clad men shouted in unison, swinging the long cavalry sabers in their hands; cold light flashed as, like a pack of ravenous wolves, they madly pounced toward Gong Simeng and Liu Guihua and the children in their arms and on their backs, intent on hacking everyone before them into countless pieces.

"Whoosh!" High in the sky, where he had silently watched the battle for a long time, the Flying Eagle Detective Xie Wen had long since unleashed his peerless Feixu Qingyan Technique; his figure, like a drifting willow catkin, soundless and traceless, drifted to the air above the field.

He had been closely tracking the course of the fight; seeing this critical moment, he did not hesitate in the slightest and flicked down the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net.

The net, like a blooming white lotus, spread open in an instant, tightly shrouding Gong Simeng, Liu Guihua, and the children.

Immediately after, Xie Wen gathered his strength with a pull and swiftly hauled them up into midair.

Everyone only felt their bodies lighten; in the blink of an eye they left the ground, successfully avoiding the charge of the cavalry that came on like a raging storm.

The horse formation howled past, dust stirred up thick in the air; the spot where everyone had just been standing was now trampled into utter ruin by the pounding hooves.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" At this moment, a dense rain of arrows and darts, like a swarm of locusts sweeping past, shot over at great speed from afar.

It turned out to be the Divine Archer Miao Menlong and "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, leading the brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association’s Divine Arrow Hall as they galloped onto the scene.

Miao Menlong rode high in the saddle, posture straight, expression grim and cold. He bent his bow and nocked his arrows, his movements smooth as flowing water; every arrow he loosed carried tremendous power, shooting into the black-clad riders with the precision of a meteor chasing the moon.

Shan Zhi’s hands moved like phantoms; his plum blossom darts, like points of icy starlight, spun out with sharp, whistling cries.

The black-clad riders and their horses alike were struck by arrows and darts and toppled to the ground one after another.

In an instant, horses screamed, riders howled, blood sprayed in all directions, and under the sunlight it steamed into a crimson mist that spread between heaven and earth; the stench of blood grew ever thicker, enough to make one retch.

Seeing this, the Blood Rakshasa flew into a towering rage; the fury in her heart surged like an erupting volcano, no longer to be restrained.

She let out a roar like ghosts weeping and wolves howling, a shriek so piercing it was as if a demon from Hell were wailing.

Overwhelmed by rage, her words slurred; no one could make out what she was saying.

With a flick of the long whip in her hand, it lashed out like a black flood dragon, sweeping toward Lin Wanqing.

At the same time, her body rose into the air like a bat spreading its wings; gripping a short sword, she flashed cold steel in a straight thrust at Lin Wanqing’s throat, aiming at a vital point.

Her move was vicious, utterly merciless.

Shi Feiyang saw the Blood Rakshasa unleash such a venomous strike at Lin Wanqing and was enraged, like thunder exploding in wrath.

He roared, "Those who block me die! In this Jianghu you run wild as you please—today I’ll let you learn that justice cannot be trampled, and fairness lives in people’s hearts!" His voice was like a great bell, resounding through heaven and earth. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He formed his two palms into blades; his aura surged sharply, and at the same time he unleashed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the move "Heaven and Earth Share Longevity."

This strike was terrifyingly powerful, as if heaven and earth were collapsing and wind and cloud changing color.

Only two crisp cracks were heard, like bolts from a clear sky; the brothers Dugu Ming and Dugu Lin, men and blades together, were actually cleaved cleanly in two under that ferocious Palm Force. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing Dugu yan, who was beside them, bright red.

Dugu yan was so frightened his very soul seemed to flee; his legs went weak and he toppled sideways to the ground—yet by that very fall he happened to dodge a calamity.

Shi Feiyang, striking later yet arriving first, used his palms as blades, executing the tactic of "encircling Wei to rescue Zhao," chopping straight at the Blood Rakshasa’s back heart.

The Blood Rakshasa felt the immense pressure surging from behind and was shocked; helpless, she could only pull her sword back to defend.

She spun around rapidly like a whirlwind; the long whip in her hand snapped through the air, its tip carrying a booming wind as it swept toward Shi Feiyang once more, trying to block his onslaught.

Shi Feiyang gave a cold snort, drew both hands back, and his long sleeves suddenly whipped into motion.

Those long sleeves were like agile Spiritual Snakes, twisting and coiling like an eighteen‑turn mountain road, strange and unfathomable.

Seeing this, Blood Rakshasa was greatly shocked; she hastily drew back her whip and sword to defend.

At that very moment, Shi Feiyang’s hands shot out from his sleeves, carrying endless cold intent, chopping toward Blood Rakshasa like mountains toppling and seas overturning.

In the blink of an eye, that Palm Force was like two towering glaciers collapsing onto Blood Rakshasa, blotting out the sky and earth, unstoppable.

Blood Rakshasa turned pale with fright, her originally blood‑red, ghostlike face instantly tinged green, and bean‑sized beads of cold sweat kept seeping from her brow.

She knew full well how terrifying this Palm Force was and did not dare to take it head‑on; in her panic, she toppled sideways to the ground in a sorry state.

"Boom, boom!" Two deep craters were blasted out behind the path she had rolled over by Shi Feiyang’s Palm Force, sending dust billowing from the ground.

Those two craters were actually more than ten zhang deep, several zhang across, and even struck water, sending up springs.

By now Blood Rakshasa’s vital energy and blood were in extreme turmoil; her hands felt stiff, her feet numb, and her whole body weak. She understood in her heart that she was by no means Shi Feiyang’s match; if she kept fighting, death was certain. So she let out a hoarse roar: "Retreat! So long as the green hills remain, there’ll always be firewood to burn. I’ll spare you lot for today, for now!" Her voice carried a trace of unwillingness and despair.

Lan Xiaodie was like receiving a royal pardon; she had long been yearning for this moment.

Her figure flashed and she leapt into the air in an instant, like a wisp of blue smoke melting into the air; in the blink of an eye she had fled without a trace.

The others saw this and also fled the battle circle one after another, swiftly using their Lightweight Technique to rise into the air, turning into streaks of black shadows that flashed across the sky above the grassland and, in the blink of an eye, scattered to the winds, vanishing at the boundless end of the prairie.

Xie Wen, seeing that the bandit enemies had retreated, finally drifted down, movements light and graceful, like a falling snowflake.

He gently set down Gong Simeng, Liu Guihua, Little Yu Yan, and the others.

His Celestial Silkworm Silk Net was extremely miraculous; anyone ensnared by it, so long as they did not struggle, would remain safe and sound.

But if they struggled desperately, the more they struggled, the tighter it would constrict, until they were strangled to death within the Celestial Silkworm Silk.

As their own people, Gong Simeng and the others naturally did not struggle; they lay quietly within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, simply waiting for rescue.

Shi Feiyang and the assembled heroes stared in the direction of the fleeing enemies, stunned for a heartbeat, then erupted into thunderous cheers of jubilation.

Their cheers were like rolling spring thunder, echoing over the grassland and lingering without end.

Everyone waved the weapons in their hands, faces brimming with the joy of victory; they embraced one another, exchanging congratulations.

Shi Feiyang let out a long breath; his expression was calm, yet a hint of gratification shone in his eyes.

Looking at the brothers at his side, he raised his voice and said, "The Jianghu is ever‑changing and treacherous. That we could drive off such a strong enemy today is the result of our united will. But the road of the Jianghu is long; this battle is but a drop in the ocean. From here on, we must stand shoulder to shoulder and guard the way of chivalry."

His words rang out like a great bell, carrying a power that put people at ease, making the hot blood in the heroes’ hearts boil even more fiercely.

Lin Wanqing, seeing the battle decided, immediately sheathed her sword.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and concern as she shot toward Gong Simeng like a bolt of lightning.

She gently took her own son from Gong Simeng’s arms, movements so tender it was as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Her hands trembled slightly as she looked the few‑months‑old infant up and down; her gaze was full of worry and motherly love, not missing a single detail on the child, afraid he might be missing even a single hair. Her face was written all over with tension and concern as she muttered under her breath, "My son, you’ve nearly frightened your mother to death. You must be safe and sound, you must." The greatness of maternal love was on full display.

Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua stood to the side; their eyes were reddened, brimming with tears, their excitement overflowing beyond words.

Gong Simeng was filled with emotion and said, "If not for my lord husband’s divine might today, we would surely have suffered a great catastrophe. That Blood Rakshasa is famed in the world for her viciousness, yet she was still driven off by my lord husband in just a few moves. My lord husband’s Martial Arts are so profound—it is truly our great blessing."

Bai Zhi nodded slightly, her eyes full of admiration, and continued, "Indeed, our lord husband’s Divine Skill is peerless, his might shakes the Jianghu. After this battle, let’s see who still dares to look down on our Heroic Sakura Association."