King of Hundred Victories Saber

The cold wind seems like a herd of untamed beasts, roaring wildly between heaven and earth, carrying a bone-chilling cold, as if to engulf everything into an endless icy abyss. Snowflakes whirl like dancing spirits, freely dispensing agility and untamed beauty in this vast prairie, falling thickly to transform the earth into a silver-white deathly silence.

Outside Wulang City, the situation is as tense as a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment, with everyone’s destiny precariously hanging between life and death like flickering candles in the wind.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang descends gracefully from the sky, holding the Little Scholar Shi Xiong in his arms.

His posture is nimble yet imbues an indescribable majesty, akin to a feather lifted by the fierce wind while remaining composed and in control, especially conspicuous amidst the icy landscape.

His long hair dances wildly in the wind, and his robe flutters, reminiscent of an Immortal descending to earth, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, Ding Hong, and others, originally lurking in the snow pit, still harbored a sliver of hope.

But upon glimpsing Shi Feiyang’s looming presence, akin to a Celestial God’s descent, they were instantly terrified out of their wits.

Zhong Renwang’s eyes widened in terror and panic, seeming to have seen a demon from Hell; his lips trembled slightly, wanting to speak but choking on fear, only able to emit a few feeble whimpers.

Xie Zhichuan, young and impetuous, initially held unyielding defiance, but facing Shi Feiyang, all his bravado vanished without a trace, leaving him like a frost-beaten eggplant, completely deflated. Dugu Yan, as Manor Master of Mingjian Manor, usually commanding with authority, at this moment, this Jianghu Eunuch was also frightened to the point of losing his complexion, shaking uncontrollably, his famed sword almost dropping.

Ding Hong, usually fearless, was now akin to a startled beast, curled up in the snow pit, not daring to breathe. They dared to provoke Shi Feiyang this time, thinking they had deceived many martial arts masters, gaining confidence, yet little did they anticipate that Shi Feiyang could annihilate those reputed masters solely with the mechanism from Old Wolf Stronghold.

Thinking of it now, a chill rises in their hearts, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

The biting wind howls across the vast expanse, mercilessly sweeping over every patch of land, as if to sweep everything into the endless icy abyss.

Snovflakes flutter wildly, like crazy dancers, raining down on this desolate world, embellishing the earth into a silver-white deathly silence.

Outside Wulang City, tensions have reached their peak, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap, with everyone’s fate precariously dangling in the fierce wind, like flickering candles in the wind.

Yili, Lin Wanqing, and Liu Guihua, the three ladies, have just endured a heart-stopping and bloody struggle.

Their hair flies disheveled, with stains of blood on their clothing, utterly exhausted in mind and body.

However, amidst this icy world of despair, when their weary eyes caught sight of Shi Feiyang’s familiar and stalwart figure, a burst of enthusiasm shone in their eyes, like stars suddenly twinkling in a frigid night, reigniting the flame of hope.

Yili’s cheeks flush with an enchanting blush of excitement, akin to peach blossoms blooming in spring, vibrant and alluring.

Her eyes are filled with affection and reliance.

In this icy world, Shi Feiyang is undoubtedly the sole harbor that can offer her warmth and reliance. She lightly bites her lower lip, her eyes glistening with tears, gazing deeply at Shi Feiyang, as if conveying endless words.

Lin Wanqing’s lips curve slightly into a soft, water-like smile, like a flower blooming in spring, beautiful and captivating.

Her gaze carries boundless trust and love, quietly watching Shi Feiyang, her smile seemingly capable of dispelling all shadow in the world.

Liu Guihua’s face displays a hearty and carefree expression, her eyes sparkling with excitement, announcing loudly within: ”Our leader is here, now we finally have backbone, let’s see how long these thieves can jump around!”

Her face glows with confidence and joy, the fatigue on her body seemingly wiping away at this moment.

The three put away their bloodstained weapons, their steps are slightly staggering yet extremely eager as they rush towards Shi Feiyang.

Their eager demeanor resembles lovers reunited after a long separation, longing to leap into each other’s arms immediately, to feel that long-lost warmth and security.

Shi Feiyang gently sets down the Little Scholar Shi Xiong from his arms, his eyes full of gentleness and concern, extending his wide, powerful arms to welcome the arrival of the ladies. His gaze, like a deep lake, affectionately sweeps over the three ladies, slowly saying, ”Ladies, I have made you suffer. Zhong Renwang, Dugu Yan, Xie Zhichuan, these villains, with their treacherous ambitions, seek to disrupt Jianghu and endanger the common people. Today, I will make them pay dearly for their wickedness, restore Jianghu’s clear skies, and ensure the safety of the people.”

His voice is low and powerful, akin to the ringing of a great bell, echoing in the icy world, conveying comforting majesty and boldness, capable of dispelling all evil.

Yili snuggles into Shi Feiyang’s embrace, whispering, ”Husband, you finally came. These villains are extremely abominable; if not for the concerted efforts of the sisters, fighting desperately, I wouldn’t have known how to tackle such a dilemma today.”