King of Hundred Victories Saber

Although Xiao Lingling’s martial arts were formidable, she could not sever them.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in her eyes, like a person falling into an abyss desperately seeking a glimmer of hope. At this moment, Shi Feiyang dashed in like a black lightning bolt.

His face was stern as frost, with eyes steady like an unextinguishable lighthouse in the cold night.

He tightly gripped the Celestial Frost Blade, its blade emitting a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

He took a deep breath, gathered strength in his arm, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, the Celestial Frost Blade drew a graceful yet deadly arc through the air, slicing toward the iron chains and shackles. This slash, though it appeared soft, contained the force of a thousand pounds, like a flash of lightning in the cold night, with unstoppable might.

With a crisp sound of ”crack,” like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, the chains and shackles broke apart, fragments flying like fireworks blooming, yet exuding an endless sense of danger. Seeing this, Jin Liufu immediately stepped forward, his body agile like a nimble leopard, swiftly navigating through the narrow waterway.

When he reached Wu Zhong, he crouched slightly, strongly and steadily lifting Wu Zhong onto his back. Wu Zhong’s face was as pale as paper, his body so weak that he had almost no strength left, resting powerlessly on Jin Liufu’s back, but his eyes showed gratitude.

Upon witnessing this, the group of heroes felt a surge of excitement, seeing the dawn of hope.

They quickly gathered around, protecting Wu Zhong and Jin Liufu in the center, cautiously moving towards the waterway exit.

Their eyes were filled with vigilance and determination, like cold stars flickering in the night sky, while they tightly gripped their weapons.

Each person’s nerves were taut, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to confront any unknown danger.

Yet, the moment they stepped out of the waterway, everyone gasped, caught by an invisible force that seemed to clutch their throats.

Outside the waterway, countless Jinyi Guards were densely arranged, resembling a black ocean, completely surrounding them.

These Jinyi Guards wore flying fish uniforms, with exquisitely embroidered patterns that were lifelike. Under the sunlight, the scales of the fish shimmered with a cold glow, each scale hiding deadly danger.

They wore black gauze hats, beneath which pairs of eyes were icy and sharp, like the eyes of wolves in a cold night, exuding a chilling aura.

At the forefront stood the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Xiang Yushan, whose tall frame was like a towering mountain, exerting an invisible pressure.

His face was stern, with hard lines as if carved by knives and axes, as if time had etched a cruel mark upon it.

The corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a faintly contemptuous cold smile, a smile like winter frost, sending chills down one’s spine, mocking the heroes’ overestimation of their abilities. His flying fish uniform was even more luxurious, with a belt inlaid with gemstones around his waist, the gemstones sparkling brilliantly, showcasing his status and rank.

At this moment, he held his head high and chest out, with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of superiority, as if the entire world was under his control.

The ordinary Jinyi Guards bore solemn expressions, like cold statues. Their eyes showed ruthlessness and obedience, akin to well-trained killing machines. They were neatly arrayed, holding Brocade Spring Sabers with long, refined steel blades, their edges razor-sharp, glinting with cold light under the sun, ready to rip through any obstacle.

The hilts were wrapped in black leather, firm and providing a comfortable grip, enabling the Jinyi Guards to exert full force in the heat of battle.

The scabbards were intricately carved with patterns, complex and mysterious, hiding countless unknown secrets, signifying the weapon’s extraordinary nature. The Zhuge Crossbows, though small in design, emitted a chilling atmosphere.

The bows were constructed from solid hardwood, meticulously polished until the surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a cold light.

The crossbows’ limbs were inlaid with metal plates, marked with calibrations for precise angle adjustments in shooting.

The mechanisms were built from pure steel, precisely engineered, with triggers offering a crisp touch, ready to deliver death upon a gentle pull.

The crossbow arrows were specially crafted, with shafts made of durable bamboo, coated with tung oil for resistance to moisture and insects, enhancing their durability.

The arrowheads were triangular, forged from fine steel, sharpened to a razor edge, glinting with a chilling light. When hitting a target, they caused severe damage, as if wielded by the scythe of the Death God.

Seeing the heroes emerge from the waterway, Xiang Yushan waved his hand, his voice thundering like a bell as he gave an order: ”Fire the arrows!”

His voice was cold and crisp, as if delivering a verdict from Hell, echoing in the vast open space, sending shivers down people’s spines.

In an instant, a torrent of arrows was released, the crossbow arrows raining down on the heroes, with sharp whistles tearing through the air, aiming to obliterate the valiant heroes. The Jinyi Guards, like a well-drilled envoy of Death, continued to rapidly and orderly raise their Zhuge Crossbows.

Their eyes were icy and resolute, executing a relentless massacre.

The crossbow arrows showered down like a torrential downpour, with staggering speed, wildly shooting toward the mouth of the waterway.

The dense arrows, akin to numerous black lightning bolts, cut through the air, emitting sharp, piercing whistles.

Each arrowhead gleamed with an icy light, like the chilling scythe of Death, emanating a fearsome lethal aura, where they struck, death inevitably followed.