King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 17: Chapter 15: Shi Yidao

Wu Yu, the younger sister of Wu Hong, was not only skilled in martial arts but also exceptionally wise.

To Snow Eagle Castle, she was an indispensable figure of importance.

Wu Wei, the daughter of Wu Hong, inherited her father’s bravery and her mother’s intelligence, also playing a crucial role in Snow Eagle Castle. Both Wu Yu and Wu Wei possessed outstanding beauty, full figures, and charmingly elegant features. Their presence in a crowd always effortlessly captured the attention of others.

Wu Yu and Wu Wei, the aunt and niece, often fought alongside other experts of the Eagle generation, collectively defending the glory of Snow Eagle Castle, ensuring its firm standing in the Martial Arts world as an indestructible defense line.

The ”Eagle” Wu Wei, with skin the color of brass, looked as if forged in the wind and blazing sun. His lips were so tight they could pinch a mosquito to death; his determination and courage seemed ready to leap right out of his eyes.

His face was gloomy, like it was filled with bitterness and anger, much like a demon crawling out of Hell, making one feel apprehensive at first glance. His eyes shimmered with cold light, seeming to pierce through all tricks at a glance, daring no one to meet his gaze.

The ”White Eagle” Wu Ping, with his solid build, muscles like hills, inspired awe at a glance. His eyes were cold as if nothing could escape his scrutiny. That unwavering light, as if he feared nothing under the heavens. He stood there, exuding such presence that no one dared to underestimate his majesty.

The ”Golden Eagle” Wu Zhan, with dark circles under his eyes, seemed as if he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for a long time.

His eyes were full of weariness and helplessness, his face tormented by time and pressure. The ”Silver Eagle” Wu Sheng’s hair was as messy as a bird’s nest, likely forgetting when he last tidied it. The confusion and perplexity in his eyes could write an instruction manual.

The ”Bronze Eagle” Wu Dong’s face was covered in red veins, with a sinister look in his eyes as if filled with fire and hatred, ready to explode at any moment. His aura was so terrifying that one dared not look directly.

Wu Hong and his nineteen Eagles, each with their own unique traits, could be recognized at a glance.

They uniformly wore black clothes, with sharp blades at their waists, exuding an aura like a pack of tigers starving for three days and nights, ready to pounce and bite at any time. Now, the atmosphere in the hall was heavy, as if the air was filled with an oppressive feeling.

Master Yuan Chi was tied to a chair, his face calm, undaunted by this group of fierce figures.

Wu Hong’s eyes flashed with determination and resolve, having made up his mind to extract the answers he desired from Master Yuan Chi.

He slowly began to speak, his voice deep yet powerful, seemingly able to reach into one’s heart, saying, ”Master Yuan Chi, do you not know why I have bound you here?”

Master Yuan Chi merely chuckled faintly, mockingly saying, ”This humble monk has never studied and doesn’t know how to count.”

A group of thugs hurriedly covered their mouths, afraid their laughter would escape, never expecting the centenarian monk Master Yuan Chi to have such a sense of humor.

Wu Hong burned with fury in his heart, coldly snorted, and motioned for his subordinates to act.

It seemed a violent storm was about to erupt in the hall.

Men and women around stood like pines, holding axes and knives, with fire roaring in the charcoal stove, and oil lamps hanging on the walls. Several thugs held iron rods and hooked whips, ready to act if Master Yuan Chi did not comply, planning to strike with rods and fiercely whip with hooks.

At that time, Wu Hong requested Master Yuan Chi to transcribe or recite from memory the valuable Shaolin text ”Yijin Inner Power Heart Method” and pass on the skills of the ”Tathagata Divine Palm” and ”Divine Dragon Claw” to the nineteen Eagles of Snow Eagle Castle.

Master Yuan Chi naturally was unwilling to pass on these martial arts secrets and divine skills to evildoers.

Therefore, he inevitably suffered whipping.

Wu Yu’s Jianghu nickname was ”Purple Eagle,” with a graceful figure likened to a drooping willow, her beauty comparable to a blooming flower, breathtaking. However, beneath her charming exterior was a heart as venomous as a snake or scorpion.

Her eyes betrayed cunning and cruelty, ready at any moment to deliver a lethal strike to her foes, sending chills down one’s spine.

Facing Master Yuan Chi’s silence, Wu Yu was merciless.

She took a hot branding iron from the charcoal stove and mercilessly pressed it against Master Yuan Chi’s chest.

With a few sizzling sounds, Master Yuan Chi’s skin was scorched and cracked, bloody and gory.

Instantly, the hall was filled with the stench of charred flesh, nauseating, enough to make one want to vomit.

Just then, a graceful youth swiftly arrived, none other than Shi Feiyang.

Witnessing such a scene, Shi Feiyang burned with rage, swiftly drew his sword, his figure drifting like the wind, slashing towards Wu Yu’s arm.

Despite Wu Yu being a woman, Shi Feiyang was merciless, determined to execute such a venomous person. Though Shi Feiyang was new to Jianghu, his decisiveness was influenced by the Analects’ saying: ”The gentleman is straightforward, while the petty man is always in distress.”

With wicked people, Shi Feiyang showed no leniency, determined to root them out completely.

He firmly believed that only by uprooting these villains could Jianghu be restored to peace and justice upheld.

At this moment, the sword in Shi Feiyang’s hand was like a purple lightning bolt, slicing through the air with astounding speed.

With a crisp ”crack,” Wu Yu’s arm snapped off, falling to the ground, blood spurting.

Aah! With a piercing scream, Wu Yu painfully kneeled on the ground, her face full of despair, as if her world had collapsed at that moment.

Shi Feiyang’s swift, clean movement was like that of a seasoned, iron-blooded killer of Jianghu, slicing through the chains binding Master Yuan Chi in one stroke. Crack! The sound of the chains snapping echoed crisp and clear in the grandeur of Snow Eagle Castle’s hall.

In the spacious hall, an air of arrogance originally pervaded.

However, this arrogance did not last, as an uninvited guest, Shi Feiyang, silently entered the scene.

Shi Feiyang’s arrival was like a ghost, appearing suddenly from nowhere. His movements were light and swift, catching everyone off guard. Before anyone could react, the mysterious assassin wielded his sharp blade and cleanly severed Wu Yu’s arm.

This scene unfolded so rapidly that everyone present was left gaping in shock, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. Their hearts filled with astonishment and confusion, unable to comprehend why such an event had occurred.

Surprisingly, this rapidly approaching assassin was a tall, handsome youth.

His features were finely sculpted like an artist’s masterpiece, extraordinarily delicate.

However, the sternness in his brows deterred anyone from approaching lightly.

And his swordsmanship was swift beyond comparison, leaving all astounded.

Every stroke was as swift as lightning, carving invisible fissures in the air.

His movements were fluid and natural, seemingly one with his sword, each swing carrying a suffocating beauty.

Everyone present was shocked by Shi Feiyang’s swordsmanship, filled with awe and fear in their hearts.

They had never seen such superb swordsmanship, as if this young assassin had surpassed human limits to reach an incredible realm.