King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 230: Chapter 127: Slaying a Hundred in One Step, the Lethal Sword Array Obliterated

The crowd set up camp here.

As night quietly fell, the Helan Mountain Range appeared increasingly mysterious and majestic.

The rolling mountains loomed shadowy in the dense night, like silent and stern giants, indifferent to the world below, witnessing the imminent upheaval.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight, cold as water, poured unreservedly onto the land destined to become a battlefield, casting a silver and bone-chilling glow over the bloodstained curtain about to rise.

Under the moonlight, the sandy ground reflected a ghostly light, making the figures of both sides starkly visible in the moonlit scene. Every silhouette, every movement was sharply delineated, adding an ominous aura to the atmosphere, already taut like a drawn bowstring.

Shi Feiyang was resting a bit in the tent, his instincts, sharp as an eagle’s, growing even more alert in the eerily quiet atmosphere, as if every nerve was stretched to its limit.

Suddenly, like a leopard poised in the dark and ready to pounce, he leapt out of the tent in one swift, fluid motion, without a moment of hesitation or delay. The moonlight outlined Shi Feiyang’s tall and imposing figure.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang seemed to radiate an invisible light from within, an innate aura that commanded awe and dispelled all darkness and evil before it.

His eyes, sharp as the cold stars in the night sky, scanned the surroundings rapidly, missing no tiny anomaly, overlooking no corner where danger might lurk.

The Helan Mountain Range remained silent, like a wordless witness of history, quietly observing the events to unfold.

The night wind through the mountains grew fiercer, like an enraged beast, sweeping up clouds of dust that battered the face, with a sting so intense it made one wince.

At this time, Xie Zhichuan led a group of masked men, silently approaching. Flames of intense hatred burned fiercely in Xie Zhichuan’s eyes, as if ready to consume the entire world and turn everything to ashes.

His lips were pressed into a line, as if cast in iron, exuding a resolve so fierce that it bordered on madness. His jet-black hair danced wildly in the wind like a black snake, adding to his menacing aura, making him look like an avenger walking out from the Abyss of Hell.

Xie Zhichuan’s hatred was like a tumor, deeply rooted in the abyss of darkness, warping his mind over time. Whenever he closed his eyes, the nightmarish scene of his family’s annihilation swept over him.

The inhumane scenes, like sharp, icy blades, cut into Xie Zhichuan’s heart repeatedly, bringing a searing agony that seemed to tear his heart apart.

The pained cries of his loved ones still seemed to echo in his ears, sharp and despairing, like wails from Hell; the gushing blood dyed the earth a shocking dark red, like a horrific, indelible painting; his home, reduced to ruins and rubble swaying in the wind, stood witness to past prosperity and current desolation.

These scenes replayed day after day, night after night in his mind, like an endless curse, driving him to the brink of mental collapse. He blamed Shi Feiyang entirely as the culprit behind it all.

In his heart, clouded by hatred, Shi Feiyang was the demon who heartlessly obliterated his entire world, the one who took everything he cherished, turning him from a family man into a homeless wanderer, a solitary soul drifting in endless pain and hate. Xie Zhichuan’s hatred for Shi Feiyang was deeply entrenched like gnarled roots in his very bones.

With every breath, his chest heaved with curses for Shi Feiyang, venomous as an unearthly resentment from the Nine Nether Hell, dark and intense. To seek revenge, he devoted himself wholeheartedly, like an ascetic lost in obsessive thoughts, at any cost. For more than half a year, he trained his swordsmanship relentlessly in the remote mountains, under scorching sun and icy winds, pouring endless hatred and determination into every move.

He traveled far and wide, like a lone wolf searching for prey, gathering formidable warriors from across the land, meticulously planning this deadly ambush against Shi Feiyang.

Now, he stood like an unyielding mountain at the heart of the Sword Array.

The roaring winds seemed to want to sweep everything into endless darkness, making his clothes flap loudly and imposing.

Xie Zhichuan’s eyes shone with madness and resolve, like two burning infernos, harboring a single unwavering thought: today, he must tear Shi Feiyang limb from limb, offering his scorching blood as a sacrifice to the innocent souls of his family and to console the restless spirits in the underworld.

The heroes, hearing the commotion, poured out of the tents one after another. They were immediately engulfed by the sudden, almost tangible, tense atmosphere.