King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 601: Chapter 201: Storm in the Inn: Du Guhong Faces the Heroes, Lan Xiaodie’s Deadly Scheme Shocks All

In the realm between heaven and earth, winter seems like a cold and ruthless deity, wielding its chilling majesty. The fierce wind roars like a pack of rampaging hungry wolves, howling forlornly in the wilderness, eager to extinguish all life in its path.

They flagrantly sweep up sand and broken leaves from the ground, scattering them wildly. These sand and leaves, like lifeless shells stripped of their souls, helplessly tumble and drift in the wind, acting out a hopeless dirge.

Above the sky, the dense black clouds resemble a stagnant ink sea, heavily hanging over everyone’s heads, threatening to collapse at any moment.

This ink-sea-like black cloud cruelly obscures the last trace of warmth and light, making the already bitterly cold winter even more gloomy and oppressive. Every element between heaven and earth is enveloped in a thick haze, suffocating under its weight.

The earth has long been covered by a layer of ice as thin as a cicada’s wing, yet as cold as frost, akin to a sleeper sealed within an ice coffin, silently speaking of winter’s cruelty. Every step taken echoes with a ”creak, creak” sound, resembling the earth’s painful groans under the chains of this severe cold, shivering and trembling, overwhelmed.

Shi Feiyang stands tall amidst this ice and snow, taking a deep breath.

That ice-cold air, like countless sharp ice needles, violently rushes into his lungs through his nostrils. Instantly, he feels a chilling clarity in his mind, becoming more alert.

He turns around, his eyes filled with concern and gentleness, gently guiding the ladies aside, as if protecting the world’s most precious treasures. Then, he resolutely turns, tightly gripping the Celestial Frost Blade.

In this bone-chilling air, the Celestial Frost Blade seems imbued with winter’s aura, its blade shimmering with a cold and eerie glow, like a frozen cold pond, deep and cold, exuding an unsettling vibe.

He slowly crouches down, his movements steady and resolute, like an unshakable towering mountain. The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand draws a precise arc in the dim light, slicing cleanly into a Sword Puppet with a sharp ”whoosh.”

As the Sword Puppet’s body is split open, a pungent stench bursts forth, quickly spreading through the cold air, nauseatingly. Shi Feiyang, however, seemed oblivious, his gaze intense, staring closely within the Sword Puppet.

Soon, a flash of surprise crosses his eyes as he discovers a piece of Western Profound Iron and a torn page from the Nine Heavens Sword Manual.

The Western Profound Iron is extraordinarily hard, its surface radiating a cold and mysterious sheen. In this dark and bleak sky, it resembles a mysterious star from a distant cosmos, emitting a unique and alluring aura.

It is an excellent material for forging Divine Soldiers, extremely rare. It’s said that in this vast world, the number of owners can be counted on one hand, each piece containing immense power and value. As for the Nine Heavens Sword Manual, despite the yellowing paper and signs of age, one can still clearly sense the mysterious and powerful force it holds. The swordsmanship described in the manual is supreme.

It emphasizes that the sword is the ruler of all weapons, its pathway full of variations. A sword can dance like a butterfly in spring, gracefully dissolving the established order with skill; it can be like a giant axe splitting mountains and breaking rocks, heavy and strong, leveraging colossal power to cleave through landscapes; or it can be like lightning tearing the firmament, with thunderous might, breaking through all worldly laws at extreme speed, showcasing the exquisite ingenuity of swordmanship.

This Nine Heavens Sword Manual is a secret never to be passed on by the Divine Sword Manor, traditionally reserved only for the core disciples of the Xie Family to study and practice.

Now, these two extremely precious items appear simultaneously within the Sword Puppet, stirring waves of shock in Shi Feiyang’s heart.

He frowned slightly, falling into deep contemplation.

Previous uncertainties rapidly surge through his mind like a tide: from the sudden ambush in Lady Pass Canyon to the shocking discovery within the Sword Puppet, all indications clearly show that the person controlling the Sword Puppets not only has close ties with the Divine Sword Manor but likely has access to the Manor’s top martial arts.

Shi Feiyang silently speculates in his heart: ”It seems during the last insurrection in Bozhou, I might not have killed Xie Zhichuan. That scoundrel is still alive, hiding in the shadows, stirring trouble, thinking he can escape my scrutiny. I will surely drag him out, making him pay a painful price for his actions!”

Shi Feiyang, born with an overpowering presence, naturally emanates a majestic air commanding awe and respect.

However, he is far from being simply courageous and is instead meticulous and attentive, valuing every detail. Even the slightest unnoticeable clue might become critical evidence in uncovering the truth in his keen eyes.

Upon seeing this, heroes gather like waves.

Liao Pei of the ”Long Arm Fist,” enraged, resembles an angry lion, blue veins standing out on his forehead.

He suddenly punches the stone beside him, causing a dull roar as the stone shatters into countless fragments.

He shouts angrily: ”That Divine Sword Manor, always pretending to be righteous, such despicable hypocrisy! It’s one thing for them to collude with the Five Poison Sect, but creating these Sword Puppets to combat us, they are simply the scourge of Martial Arts, beyond redemption!”

Lie Quan gripping the Heaven and Earth Saber tightly, his knuckles white from exertion, as if he might crush the hilt.