Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 333 : Goodbye, Fengxi (1)

Chapter 333: Chapter 333 : Goodbye, Fengxi (1)

The initial equilibrium of the battle at Wuyang Palace was abruptly shattered when a significant portion of the demonic forces supporting Xie Jianzhi inexplicably withdrew themselves from the battleground. Their sudden retreat cast a veil of uncertainty over the battlefield, transforming the previously evenly matched struggle into a lopsided contest.

With the demonic ranks depleted, Zhang Fengxi seized the opportunity to unleash the full might of his army, their relentless advance a formidable tide sweeping through Wuyang Palace’s defenses.

"ATTACKKKK!!!"

With a piercing cry that echoed across the battlefield, Wu Shenxia raised her sword, its gleaming blade pointed directly at the heart of Wuyang Palace

"Ooooooohhhhh!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the soldiers who fought under her command as they ran over Wuyang Palace’s last layer of defense and started attacking the gates from the west.

Gates crumbled under the onslaught of their relentless assault, and walls proved to be no obstacle to their unwavering determination. The palace, once a symbol of Xie Jianzhi’s power, now trembled under the weight of Zhang Fengxi’s inexorable conquest.

From the north, south, and east, the combined forces of Shuiran Palace, Longjing Palace, and the monkey clan surged forward, their banners unfurling like vibrant wings against the backdrop of the dark crimson sky.

Their arrival was a maelstrom of clashing steel and thunderous war cries, a torrent of unwavering resolve that threatened to engulf Wuyang Palace in its relentless fury. The palace grounds echoed with the din of battle, a symphony of chaos and carnage that shook the very foundations of the ancient structure.

"Zhang Fengxi!"

Wu Shenxia whacked a poor soldier who stood between her and Zhang Fengxi.

"Hey, Wu Shenxia."

Zhang Fengxi swung his spear once and ten soldiers were flung into the sky.

Wu Shenxia whistled.

"You have become strong."

Zhang Fengxi chuckled.

"So have you."

Wu Shenxia had always been an amazing talent under heaven, second only to Xie Jianyu. He was glad to forge an alliance with her in this lifetime.

"You look a little pale," Wu Shenxia remarked while she delivered a quick series of blows against her opponents. "Were you injured?"

"No," Zhang Fengxi said in reply. "I just don’t feel well and I don’t know why."

For the past hour, an unsettling sensation had been gnawing at him, an unspoken warning from the depths of his intuition.

It was akin to an ominous symphony of alarm bells, tolling within the chambers of his mind, forming a relentless chorus that echoed the impending danger that lurked just beyond the horizon of his perception.

This nagging premonition, a harbinger of impending peril, cast a shadow of unease over his heart, disrupting the euphoria that had momentarily settled upon him when the winds of victory started to blow his way.

It told him that beneath the looming shadow of victory, a hidden blade was waiting to attack.

But what was it, exactly?

Zhang Fengxi slammed against an opponent in frustration.

All of his plans went smoothly so far. The retreat of the demons only facilitated the end of the battle.

He was going to go back to his wife soon enough.

So what was it?

With a swift, merciless sweep of his blade, Zhang Fengxi cleaved through an enemy general, the man’s lifeblood erupting in a crimson fountain. Some of it splattered on Zhang Fengxi’s face, almost making him appear like a demon on a rampage.

What was it????

"Banners!!!"

Commandant Jiang cried out all of a sudden.

Zhang Fengxi whipped around so fast that he almost cracked his neck.

This was it, he told himself.

This was the hidden reserve, Wuyang Palace’s final gambit, a secret weapon poised to alter the trajectory of the battle.

Zhang Fengxi gritted his teeth.

This was bad.

All of his forces had already intruded within the walls of Wuyang Palace. If he did not act fast, the newcomer army was going to attack them from behind.

Once they were trapped without any way out, the hope for victory was practically crushed under the enemies’ boots. They might as well throw away their weapons in surrender.

"Xiao Huang, GO!"

Zhang Fengxi paced his spiritual tiger toward Wuyang Palace’s entrance to greet the unexpected reinforcement.

"Longjing Palace army, MOVE BACK TO THE ENTRANCE GATE!!!" he howled.

Following his order, a huge portion of the attacking army quickly stopped attacking their opponents, leaving their unfinished battles to the other groups.

When Zhang Fengxi arrived outside, he saw whose banners the reinforcement was flying.

They were not the banners of any demon king from the Demonic Realm, but the banners of the five other palaces, who refused to join their cause when Zhang Fengxi asked for their help.

At the forefront of this formidable force stood the palace masters themselves, their presence exuding an aura of untamed power that rivaled the fury of a tempest.

With a sharp, authoritative gesture, Zhang Fengxi halted the advance of his soldiers. His eyes, narrowed into steely slits, swept across the faces of the approaching palace masters, each gaze a silent challenge, a test of wills.

The palace masters, their own resolve unwavering, met his gaze with equal intensity.

A palpable tension hung in the air, a suffocating silence that stretched between them like an invisible barrier.

Finally, Song Weiyang broke the oppressive silence, "Fengxi, we came to help."

"Help?"

Zhang Fengxi raised an eyebrow at his uncle, his sharp eyes unforgiving.

"Heh."

Zhang Fengxi pointed his spear at the palace masters one by one.

"How convenient, offering to help after the battle is almost won. Palace Master Song, aren’t you all very calculative."

Song Weiyang’s face hardened.

"Fengxi, please don’t say that. We have made the wrong decision not to side with the Crown Prince this whole time. We will personally kowtow before him after we defeat Wuyang Palace together. Let us focus on the battle first."

Zhang Fengxi sneered.

He wanted to say that he did not need their help, when he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

A searing agony engulfed him, a vortex of pain that consumed his very being. It was a torment of such excruciating intensity that it robbed him of the ability to breathe, to even make sense of the world around him.

His vision blurred, his senses dulled, his mind trapped in a maddening vortex of anguish.

For a split second, Zhang Fengxi thought that someone landed a sneaky attack on him from behind, and that he was going to die.

In the depths of his despair, a voice emerged from the abyss of his consciousness, a voice as soft and delicate as the gentle caress of a feather.

"Goodbye, Fengxi..."

The pain retreated as swiftly as it had arrived, leaving Zhang Fengxi gasping for breath, his face unexpectedly streaked with tears.

As he raised his hand to wipe his face, the prayer bracelet that Xie Jianyu had lent him for the battle slipped from his wrist.

Its broken strings sent the wooden beads scattering across the blood-soaked ground. Their soft clatter was swallowed by the cacophony of battle that raged behind him.