King of Hundred Victories Saber

The Blood Rakshasa stood silently, like a frozen plaster statue, quietly in the center of the door.

The desert night was dotted with cold stars, and the clear starlight fell upon her icy visage, adding a chill.

Though the Blood Rakshasa possessed extraordinary beauty, her strange red skin seemed cursed, deterring anyone from approaching lightly.

In truth, she had never dated, married, or even touched a man’s hand. Despite her stunning beauty, her unique appearance repelled men, leaving her to face the bloody Jianghu alone.

Shi Feiyang crouched on the fortress’s upper floor, his figure hidden in the darkness, blending into the night like a specter, yet his eyes were sharp like an owl’s, tightly observing below. He pondered secretly, ”Let’s first see what amazing skills this Blood Rakshasa possesses, if she can escape unscathed from the four attackers’ siege.”

Four night stalkers were creeping closer, their figures ghostly, movements swift, like phantoms in the night.

However, when the Blood Rakshasa suddenly appeared with her sword, her formidable presence immediately intimidated them, leaving them rooted in place as if under a spell, hesitant, internally struggling whether to bravely strike or retreat for safety.

Seeing this, the Blood Rakshasa coldly laughed, a sound like an owl’s cry, full of chilling intent, resonating far through the silent desert night.

Her left hand wielded a whip with a ”snap,” like a red lightning tearing through the night sky, instantly wrapping around one of the night stalkers.

The stalker couldn’t evade in time, only feeling a powerful force strike, tightly ensnaring him with the whip.

The Blood Rakshasa raised her Liu Mei, shouted fiercely, then swung outward, channeling force to the whip’s end, tossing the person several feet like a discarded toy.

The person arced through the air, landing heavily, his head bleeding, the sight unbearable, groaning in agony on the ground.

Only then did the Blood Rakshasa curse, ”You treacherous villain, acting so deceitfully, truly deserve to die! The Great Khan already knows Mingjian Manor and the Five Poison Sect are despicable rats, always involved in petty theft. Lan Xiaodie and Dugu yan attempt to steal money and grain from Val Castle during the Great Khan’s departure. Hmph! If you have the skill, get past me first! Today, this aunt will enforce justice and teach you scoundrels a lesson!” It turns out, this person was Qin Manhong, the Vice Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, while the other three were samurai from Mingjian Manor.

The Blood Rakshasa’s movements were lightning fast, the unexpected attack frightening the three samurai.

They knew they faced a formidable enemy today, not daring to relax at all, drawing their weapons urgently, surrounding the Blood Rakshasa momentarily.

The samurai wielding the iron sword shouted fiercely, his sword strokes sharp, executing the ”Storm Swordsmanship,” each thrust accompanied by a gusting wind, sword shadows flashing, relentlessly aiming for the Blood Rakshasa’s vital spots; the samurai with the iron crutch swung it vigorously, executing the ”Mount Tai’s Toppling,” creating gusts, smashing towards the Blood Rakshasa’s head; another samurai with the tiger-head hook, its shape menacing, executed the move ”Hook Soul, Claim Life,” its chilling gleam flickering, its attack astonishing.

Nonetheless, the Blood Rakshasa was superior; at close range, she performed the ”Celestial Swordsmanship,” with fierce thrusts, each aimed at vital spots; at a distance, she swung the ”Red Snake Whip Technique,” her whip like a spiritual snake emerging, disturbing the air where it reached.

Using her left whip and right sword, all were fierce offensive moves, the assault continuous, wave after wave, neutralizing the three samurai’s attacks, occasionally counter-attacking, leaving the three samurai scurrying.

The Blood Rakshasa’s figure spun, like a red whirlwind, deploying the ”Celestial Swordsmanship,” overwhelming sword shadows forced the iron sword samurai back several steps. His face pale, he stared at the Blood Rakshasa in fear, sweat beads rolling down his forehead. Simultaneously, with a flick of her left hand, the whip tip, sharp like a long spear, unleashed the move ”Ghost Shadow Throat Lock,” targeting the iron crutch samurai’s throat.

The samurai panicked, eyes wide, hurriedly using the iron crutch to block.

With a loud ”bam,” the whip tip hit the iron crutch heavily, the immense force numbing his arm, almost dropping the crutch. He staggered back a few steps, grimacing in pain.

The tiger-head hook samurai seized the moment, attacking from the side, the hook whistling towards the Blood Rakshasa’s waist.

The Blood Rakshasa seemed to have eyes on her back, calmly sidestepping, easily evading this fierce strike.

Next, she swung her treasure sword, a dazzling red light flashed, deploying the move ”Inverted Galaxy,” striking at the tiger-head hook samurai. He raised his hook to block with a ”clang,” sparks flew, the hook deeply notched.

The Blood Rakshasa seized the moment, kicking squarely into the samurai’s chest.

The samurai screamed, flying like a broken kite, landing heavily, spitting blood.

Shi Feiyang hid atop the fortress, his gaze like cold stars, tightly focused on the intense skirmish below.

Watching the Blood Rakshasa’s every move, Shi Feiyang marveled silently, repeatedly admiring internally, ”The Blood Rakshasa truly lives up to her name, her martial arts are exceptional, such skill is rare in the vast Jianghu. Today’s thrilling battle truly opened my eyes. However, considering her renowned might in Jianghu, tonight’s fight seemed reserved, not reaching the legendary transcendence described, truly puzzling, could there be hidden motives?”