King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 397: Chapter 156: Dragon’s Shadow Unleashed: The Chronicles of Shi Feiyang’s Campaign Against the Raiders (Part 6)

In the chaos of battle, a tall man stood out strikingly.

His face was exceptionally beautiful, his fair skin seemed as if it could be broken by a gentle breeze, his eyes like autumn waters, glancing around with brilliance, his lips akin to delicate, dewy petals, a cascade of black hair flowing softly down his back, and his form moving like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable.

The long sword in his hand danced, stirring up gusts of fierce sword wind, whistling loudly, slicing through grass and trees wherever it went.

His swordsmanship was as fast as lightning and incredibly precise, each thrust of the sword striking like a falling cold star, directly targeting the enemy’s vital points, leaving opponents unable to defend, difficult to counter.

The one fighting against this demon-like man with the handsome appearance of a woman was ”Flame Altar Master” Wang Yan from Qingfeng Pavilion.

Wang Yan seemed to be clad in an armor of blazing flames, with scorching heat spreading wildly around him, as if it could ignite the surrounding air. As his palm struck, a fierce wave of fire burst forth from his palm, blazing crimson, leaping and rolling like a roaring fire dragon.

The fire wave, carrying intense heat waves, distorted and deformed the air as it passed, making sizzling sounds, heating the stone slabs on the ground to scorching hot in an instant, making one feel as if they were standing on the edge of a volcano.

His ”Blazing Sun Palm” technique was immensely powerful, capable not only of causing direct burns to enemies but also forming a high-temperature zone within its attack range, greatly restricting the enemy’s movements.

However, facing the demon-like man’s fierce swordsmanship, Wang Yan gradually fell to a disadvantage, his body covered with numerous cuts, clothes torn to shreds, bloodstains crisscrossing, making him appear extremely miserable.

”Cold Star Altar Master” Leng Shuang from Qingfeng Pavilion stood gracefully, resembling an elf in the dark night.

She gently waved her jade fingers, instantly unleashing sharp, crystalline ice shards from her fingertips.

The ice shards gleamed with a cold light, their speed swift as arrows leaving the string, each shard carrying a bone-chilling coldness, piercing the enemies surrounding her.

The strong men hit by the ice shards had their meridians frozen instantly, blood seemingly solidifying, bodies stiffening, movements slowing, immediately falling to the ground in agony, letting out screams of pain.

Not far away, an old man was displaying vigorous and powerful boxing; every punch seemed to shake mountains and rivers, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Opposing him in battle was Yang Xue’Er, the young pavilion master of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Yang Xue’Er, eighteen years of age, was exceptionally beautiful. Her eyes were like clear springs, bright and clear, brimming with agility and intelligence; her nose delicate and straight like a jade peak; her lips akin to ripe cherries, vibrant and dewy. Her black hair was tied up high, with a few strands falling alongside her fair cheeks, adding a touch of allure. At this moment, she was dressed in a pink silk dress, the hem fluttering in the wind, like a blooming flower.

Her swordsmanship was agile and ethereal, like mercury flowing, invincible, with shimmering sword flowers releasing a chilling aura.

Yet, the numerous enemies coordinated with each other, forming impenetrable defenses, persistently surrounding Leng Shuang and Yang Xue’Er.

Although Leng Shuang was a middle-aged beauty, her beauty was exceedingly cold and elegant. Her face resembled an ice sculpture, her skin fair but bloodless, as if covered in ice and snow. Her gaze was frosty, exuding an unapproachable chill, with nothing in the world able to catch her eye.

She seemed like a ghost emerging from an ice cellar, her entire being radiating a cold aura, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Shi Feiyang witnessed this scene, pondered slightly, and then signaled to Xie Wen to use the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique” to quickly return to Suzhou Prefecture to check the situation at home, visit Gong Simeng, and see if any heroes could be dispatched from the Heroic Sakura Association headquarters to Bozhou to assist the soldiers in quelling the rebellion.

Xie Wen understood, bowed, and departed as instructed.

His body swayed slightly, resembling a wisp of smoke, instantly melding into the air, disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the forest a blood-red hue.

The autumn wind, carrying strands of chill, howled through the forest, rustling the trees in mourning for the brutal slaughter taking place before them.