King of Hundred Victories Saber

In an instant, the shouts shook the heavens, akin to rolling thunder, echoing endlessly through the valley. This rousing cry possessed boundless power, driving away the cold of this icy world, filling the realm with hot-blooded valor.

Seeing the spirits of the people soar high, Shi Feiyang felt deeply gratified, a confident and contented smile slowly spreading across his face, like the warm sun of spring, dispelling the gloom in everyone’s hearts.

He opened his mouth and said, ”Once I head to Wulang City and slay those vile dogs like Zhong Renwang, I will immediately return to Jiangnan to celebrate the New Year with all brothers and sisters. Then, we shall drink heartily until we are completely inebriated.”

His words were firm and powerful, full of expectations for the future, also showcasing his heroic charisma as the leader of the heroes.

Having said that, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, the aura around him surging like a rushing tide, beginning to circulate rapidly.

In an instant, he executed the unparalleled Supreme Lightness Technique ”Thousand Miles Without a Trace.”

Only to be seen flashing like a dazzling white beam, he swiftly tore through the sky, merging rapidly into the vast air, speeding towards the direction of Wulang City like a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the depths of everyone’s vision, leaving only a blanket of white snow and the gaze of the heroes, filled with anticipation and longing. In their hearts, they were filled with hope for the future, firmly believing that Shi Feiyang would return triumphantly.

At this moment, the biting cold wind seemed like a herd of runaway wild horses, rampaging freely between heaven and earth, also like countless razor-sharp blades, whistling past, leaving behind invisible yet piercing wounds wherever it passed.

The swirling snowflakes were like a group of mad and chaotic dancers, wantonly flipping and spinning in the air, intertwining and colliding with one another, wrapping the whole world tightly in pure and sternly dressed silver attire.

The vast and boundless prairie stretched beyond sight, appearing even more deserted and lonely under the shroud of icy sky and snow.

The yurts scattered across the plain like chess pieces, spaced far apart from each other, each standing solitarily on the endless prairie, like lonely islands forgotten by the world.

The prairie was vast, yet the population was sparse, with only very few people around.

These yurts were half-buried under thick snow, only their sharp tops exposed, more mysterious amidst the vast and silent world.

The night grew deeper, resembling a huge and heavy black silk cloth, slowly and silently covering everything, enshrouding the world in darkness. The snow under the cold moonlight shimmered with a silvery glow, like a winding silver road quietly spread across the earth.

Driven by endless greed and interest, Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang resembled a cunning and fierce wolf, his eyes flickering with greedy light, leading Beggar Gang Elders Ding Hong, Wu Lie, Wu Ao, and Wu Zan.

Ding Hong’s figure was towering and strong, akin to a majestic towering mountain.

Wu Lie’s gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, exuding a fierce and cold aura through his eyes.

Wu Ao’s face was piled with fleshy masses, radiating a sinister presence from every pore, intimidating all who saw him; Wu Zan’s figure was thin as firewood, yet like a sharp dagger hidden in the depths of darkness, ready at any moment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, emitting a chilling aura.

Along with them was Mingjian Manor Master, Jianghu Eunuch Dugu Yan.

He wielded a famed sword, its blade shining coldly like stars glittering in the night sky, reflecting his cold and wrinkled face.

His movements exuded an androgynous grace, even his walking posture now resembled those eunuchs in the Imperial Palace.

The Divine Sword Manor Young Manor Master, Xie Zhichuan, was young and full of vigor, yet his gaze bore a touch of rebelliousness and arrogance. However, he was missing both of his ears, having instead a metal hand fitted, making him somewhat mechanical.

The ”Seven Evils Sect” Sect Leader Zhaxi Banfeng and his disciples, each appeared with faces dark as ink, exuding an intimidating murderous aura.

The ”Blood Transformation Saber” Sect Leader Dorje Maje and his disciples, their hands like blades soaked in blood, glimmered with eerie and bewitching light under the moon, containing endless evil power that made one’s blood run cold.

”Poisonous Hand Nuwa” Li Wuduo, with a graceful posture like a flower swaying in the wind, yet radiating a seductive and sinister aura, resembling a venomous snake hiding among flowers, making one dare not approach lightly.

This large group of Martial Arts masters began showcasing their superior lightweight techniques.

In an instant, figures flickered between heaven and earth, their forms like electric flashes, amidst this icy world, like a group of birds shuttling between clouds and mist, rapidly darting towards Wulang City.

Their silhouettes in the snow and moonlight seemed especially ghostly and mysterious. Nevertheless, even though their lightweight techniques were already superb, their forms moving like meteors chasing the moon, they still lagged far behind the belated yet surpassing ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen.

Xie Wen displayed the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique,” his form light and ethereal, like a wisp of smoke propelled by the wind, drifting leisurely between the heavens and earth, his speed astonishing.

He had long vanished from the sight of others, leaving Zhong Renwang and the others behind, desperately chasing but never managing to catch up.