King of Hundred Victories Saber

At this moment, the Royal Palace of Wulang City seemed to be shrouded in a veil of tranquility. The lights had dimmed, and the weak glow flickered unsteadily in the deepening night, as if it could extinguish at any moment.

Most people in the city were already immersed in sweet dreams, their snores rising and falling, narrating the peace of the night.

However, Yili, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, the five ladies of Madam Shi, welcomed the urgent news brought by Xie Wen in this silent night, like thunder.

Upon hearing the news, Yili’s beautiful willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, like a touch of melancholy added to the spring mountains.

In her eyes, a resolute glint flashed like a cold star, akin to a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, momentarily illuminating the decision in her heart.

Making a decisive decision, she waved her delicate hand and in an authoritative tone, ordered the guards to execute the defense immediately.

Her voice was clear yet powerful, resonating through the quiet palace like the sound of a large bell.

Then she turned her gaze to Xie Wen and spoke softly, ”Hero Xie, please use your marvelous ’Flying Feather Light Smoke Technique’ again to track Zhong Renwang and the others’ whereabouts and speed. There must be no negligence.”

Xie Wen nodded slightly at her words, his form flickering, and he drifted away like a wisp of smoke.

Soon after, Yili systematically began to deploy the troops. She looked at Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi, her eyes full of trust, and said, ”Sister Gong, Sister Bai, you two lead the White Tiger to guard the city. Make sure the city gates are tightly secured and no enemy sets foot inside.”

Gong Simeng and Bai Zhi exchanged a glance, nodding firmly and set off to carry out their orders. Meanwhile, Yili, along with Lin Wanqing and Liu Guihua, employed their graceful Lightweight Technique. Their movements were light, like spirited fairies dancing gracefully under the moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, they flew out of the castle to face the impending crisis.

At midnight, the world seemed to have hit a pause button, pressed by an invisible hand from the Nine Netherworld.

The previously raging wind suddenly ceased, its howling abruptly stopping as if it had never existed.

The flurries of snow gradually halted their joyous descent, slowly blanketing the world in a thicker layer of silver attire.

The entire world fell into a heart-palpitating silence, waiting for the approaching storm.

Zhong Renwang and others galloped through the dead silent night sky, panting as they flew above Wulang City.

Looking down, they saw Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng leading more than ten thousand soldiers, already poised for battle.

The long knives in the soldiers’ hands had been unsheathed, their cold gleam intertwining like a sea of icy, murderous blades, exuding a chilling aura under the moonlight. Strong bows were also drawn, their arrowheads reflecting the sharp and deadly glow of the moonlight, poised to transform into life-taking meteors that would tear through the enemy bodies at any moment.

Beside Gong Simeng, the White Tiger stood with its head held high, majestic and imposing like a towering mountain.

Its tiger eyes were wide open, akin to two shining bronze bells, exuding a chilling aura of a king.

This aura permeated the air, causing Zhong Renwang and his companions to feel an intangible pressure even before landing.

Seeing this, Zhong Renwang secretly lamented, feeling as though he had swallowed bitter gourd, filled with an overwhelming bitterness.

He couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, his voice filled with resignation and frustration, ”What kind of unforeseen event is this? How did Yili manage to predict our arrival? I, Zhong Renwang, have roamed the Jianghu for decades, braving countless storms. How is it that I can never rival Shi Feiyang and his wives? Alas! My painstaking efforts with the Marriage Dress Divine Technique, diligent practice day and night, have been in vain. It seems utterly unfair!”

After speaking, a fierce and indignant glint flashed in his eyes, like a wounded beast ready to launch a frenzied counterattack at any moment.

He dared not recklessly land in the castle, apprehensive of the viciousness and majesty of the White Tiger.

In haste, he waved his hand, the gesture like a frantic bird flapping its wings.

Leading a group of bandits, their bodies twisted, like startled birds, landing outside the castle.

However, as they just floated down, they saw Lin Wanqing, Yili, and Liu Guihua, the three young wives, standing gracefully before them in long white dresses, like three fairies descending to the mortal world.

Their figures blended seamlessly with the pristine snow, appearing even more graceful and poised, stunningly beautiful like a painting.

Lin Wanqing’s charming smile and bright eyes were like blooming flowers in spring, enchanting and mesmerizing, making one forget the mundane.

Yili’s expression was solemn, her gaze exuded determination and majesty, akin to the guiding Beidou star in the cold night, fully displaying the demeanor of the Great Khan of the Naiman Tribe, commanding natural respect.

Liu Guihua was heroic and valiant, exuding a bold aura with every movement, radiating an admirable charm.

The three young wives, against the backdrop of the icy landscape, were like a breathtaking painting, yet emanating an unyielding aura.

They stood quietly there, like three towering peaks, blocking in front of Zhong Renwang and his companions.

And Zhong Renwang and his men, looking at the three beauties before them, felt an inexplicable fear rise within.

The Sect Leader of the ”Seven Evils Sect,” Zhaxi Banfeng, was known for his greed and lechery, lacking integrity.

At this moment, seeing Yili, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua standing gracefully like celestial beings descending, a strange glint of greed and lust intertwined in his eyes, like ghostly flames flickering in the dark night.