Huang Feihu Passes Five Gates (Part One) After a dust-choked, blood-soaked flight, Huang Feihu stood atop the Five-Colored Divine Ox and gazed from afar at the gentle, vast lands of Western Qi. The heartstrings he had kept taut for days finally eased a little.
At his side, Huang Ming threw back his head and laughed, his voice shaking the wilderness. "My lord! Western Qi lies ahead! We've finally made it!"
The family retainers and young children around them all showed joy, their eyes bright with the light of survivors who had escaped calamity.
Looking at that peaceful stretch of land, Huang Feihu was assailed by countless emotions—bitterness, exhaustion, relief, and sorrow, all tangled together.
From the moment they had fought their way out of Morning Song, every step had been a dead end, every inch bought with blood and tears.
Huang Feihu was not like Ji Chang when he had once returned to Qi. Lei Zhenzi had flown through the skies to protect his path; aside from the beginning, his journey had been smooth sailing.
When the entire Huang family defected from Great Shang and fled, Morning Song's pursuers were behind them, while the five mighty passes of Yin Shang stood before them in layer upon layer of blockade.
Lintong, Tong, Cloud-Piercing, Boundary Tablet, and Sishui—five passes, five battles. Every pass was a path to survival Huang Feihu had carved out with his own blood.
The first of the five passes was Lintong Pass.
Its commanding general, Zhang Feng, had served in the same court as Huang Feihu for decades and had always known well the divine might of this King Wu Cheng.
The Five-Colored Divine Ox rode wind and chased lightning, undefeated across the battlefield, while the Huang Family Spear Art was fierce and tyrannical, unmatched through a hundred