King of Hundred Victories Saber

The bright red blood shimmered ominously in the sunlight, staining the surrounding ground a deep crimson.

Dugu yan wore a look of terror, his face pale as paper, wrinkles suddenly multiplying, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He let out a scream of horror, his fighting spirit gone, hastily fleeing the scene.

As he sped away, he grabbed Zhong Renwang, like a panic-stricken bird, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Floating in the air, Dugu yan’s heart was filled with regret and lamentation: ”I harmed myself to seek improvement, exhausting decades of profound inner strength, and practiced that elusive ’Swordsmanship for Evading Evil’, yet I still can’t defeat Shi Feiyang. It truly is lamentable! Is my life’s reputation as Dugu yan to be destroyed at this moment?”

The air was filled with an increasingly intense smell of blood.

Zhong Renwang was hurriedly taken away by Dugu yan, feeling both ashamed and angry, the hatred burning in his chest like a raging fire.

He looked back towards Shi Feiyang, eyes bloodshot as if about to spew fire, silently swearing in his heart: ”Shi Feiyang, I, Zhong Renwang, will surely avenge today’s disgrace! Just wait, when I find a good strategy, and equip an iron arm, I will crush you into pulp so you understand the consequences of provoking me!” After speaking, he clenched his teeth, his facial muscles slightly twitching in anger.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the fleeing backs of Zhong Renwang and Dugu yan, his expression calm and composed, like a majestic mountain, unmoved by any storm. He thought to himself: ”I should forgive these two lowly souls for now. The most urgent task is to rescue those brothers trapped in danger. Liao Pei, Lie Quan, and others are still deeply surrounded by the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array, their lives hanging by a thread, the situation critical, and I must quickly go to their aid.”

Contemplating this, he took a deep breath, the breath long and stable, having absorbed the essence of heaven and earth entirely into his body. In an instant, the energy around him surged tumultuously, like ocean waves rolling in a storm, causing his robe to flap loudly, seemingly about to be torn by this powerful aura.

He then let out a loud shout, his voice like a grand bell, the roar akin to thunder out of a clear blue sky, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

His silhouette, like a flash of white light, carried an unstoppable momentum, striking towards the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array where Liao Pei and Lie Quan were. Shi Feiyang’s palms were like blades, swiftly swinging, each movement accompanied by a sharp wind sound.

The wind sound was piercing, like a sharp blade slicing through the sky, sending chills down one’s spine.

Utilizing the powerful force of the Bright Jade Technique’s True Qi vortex, he deftly guided the enemy’s long swords. It seemed as if his palms had been given life, each swing accompanied by a fierce saber aura, as sharp as electricity, light radiating in all directions.

Wherever his saber aura passed, blood mist filled the air, rows of heads flew off, the scene extremely bloody.

In an instant, the Nine Palace Sword Array, originally tightly sealed and immensely powerful, crumbled rapidly under his overwhelming attack like ice and snow meeting scorching sun.

Within the sword array, the Daoists fell one after another, some with eyes wide open, faces filled with disbelief, seemingly unable to accept that someone could so easily break their proud sword array even in death; others clutched their wounds tightly, groaning in agony.

Their groans echoed on the bloody grassland, adding a touch of desolation.

Blood flowed freely like streams on the grass, dyeing it crimson, as if a vibrant red carpet had been laid, or the earth silently weeping blood tears.

Bodies lay scattered, severed limbs were everywhere, a tragic sight akin to a human purgatory, unbearable to watch, causing pity.

Seeing the situation hopeless, the enemies either died or fled, scattering in an instant like birds and beasts.

The ninety well-trained guards of Shi Feiyang swiftly began to clean the bloody battlefield.

With solemn expressions, they gathered the corpses together, skillfully poured tung oil, and set them ablaze.

In an instant, thick smoke billowed, flames leapt into the sky, the fierce fire seemingly ready to completely burn away the sins of this blood-soaked land.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of scorched flesh, mixed with the scent of blood, making one almost nauseous.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the scene before him, his expression calm yet hard to conceal the weariness.

He slightly turned his head, softly suggesting to the heroes by his side: ”Though we won today’s battle, everyone is fatigued. We should shift our troops a kilometer away, find a place to encamp, and rest well.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes showing respect and trust towards Shi Feiyang.

Thus, Shi Feiyang led the heroes to slowly advance a kilometer away, finding a relatively flat area, and began setting up camp.

As night fell, the campfires arose within the camp, the firelight illuminating the faces of the weary yet determined men.

Liao Pei of ”Long Arm Fist”, Lie Quan of ”Heaven and Earth Saber”, Wu Zhong of ”Iron Palm”, Xiao Lingling of ”Mandarin Duck Saber”, Miao Menlong of ”Divine Archer”, Shan Zhi of ”Plum Blossom Dart”, Xie Wen of ”Flying Eagle Detective”, Little Scholar Shi Xiong, were filled with confusion over Shi Feiyang’s long-term stay in the grassland. Half an hour later, everyone gathered to have dinner and drink wine with Shi Feiyang.

Liao Pei broke the silence first, scratching his head, showing a bit of innocence, eyes filled with concern and confusion, he asked: ”Grand Squad Leader, why are we still staying in this grassland? Are we waiting for that villain Zhong Renwang to summon more villains to attack us?”