King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 68: Chapter 58: Sword Light and Blood Shadows: The Life-and-Death Trial of Changsheng Castle

Faced with Liu Tingting’s extremely sharp sword momentum, Lin Wanqing’s face was solemn, her brows tightly knitted, like two mountains about to collapse.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the surrounding air. Her clothes fluttered without wind, clearly gathering all her strength, every inch of her muscle taut like a bowstring ready to release.

”Crack!” The two swords clashed fiercely in the air, the sound like a thunderbolt exploding in everyone’s ears.

The crisp sound of breaking instantly spread throughout Changsheng Castle. Two cold glints vanished in an instant, and the swords broke simultaneously in the fierce collision, the fragments of the blades fluttering down like snowflakes.

However, to everyone’s shock, the fallen figure was Liu Tingting.

Liu Tingting’s eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and deep reluctance, her body fell backward like a kite with a broken string, heavily hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

Her hair fell messily over her face, making her look extremely disheveled.

At this moment, a shadow darted out from behind Lin Wanqing like a ghost, it was Shi Feiyang.

He wore a smile, as warm as the spring sun but carried a hint of inscrutability. ”Miss Liu, pardon the offense, neither you nor your mother are a match for me.” His voice was deep and resonant, echoing gently in the air.

In truth, Shi Feiyang descended from high above, his form as light as a snowflake drifting on the wind, silent as he landed.

As he neared Lin Wanqing, his hand shot out like an illusion and gently pressed against Lin Wanqing’s back.

Shi Feiyang used the invisible power of the ”striking a bull across the mountain” technique, channeling it through Lin Wanqing’s body like a surging undercurrent, causing Liu Tingting to stumble and fall to the ground.

Yet, Shi Feiyang couldn’t help but think of how much Liu Tingting resembled the Sunflower Saintess, and thus he held back. The strike only threw her off balance and didn’t injure her. At this moment, a trace of complex emotion flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes. It was a touch of nostalgia, as a beautiful story with the Sunflower Saintess from distant memories surged in his mind.

But soon, Shi Feiyang regained his composure, his gaze once again becoming deep and steady.

Lin Wanqing clutched the broken sword, her knuckles turning white from the force, her breathing rapid, chest heaving violently.

She stepped forward with determined momentum, intending to use the broken sword to end Liu Tingting’s life.

However, a silhouette like an insurmountable high wall suddenly appeared before her, it was Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang smiled gently, his eyes full of persuasion: ”Miss Lin, it’s better to make friends than enemies; let her go. She is just an ignorant girl, unaware of the circumstances. She once poisoned me, and I spared her life, let alone you as the Fortress Master of Changsheng Castle.”

Liu Tingting struggled to stand, her legs still trembling, staring blankly at Shi Feiyang, filled with shock and confusion. According to the intelligence, Shi Feiyang was no longer the man he used to be, but now standing before her, Shi Feiyang surprisingly regained the look of a handsome and robust young hero, exuding an aura of vitality and power.

Compared to past encounters, Shi Feiyang appeared more mature and stable, the greenness of the past had long faded.

Could the intelligence be incorrect? Liu Tingting wondered in her heart, filled with perplexity.

Deep within Lin Wanqing’s heart, flames of revenge blazed fiercely, the seeds of hatred long rooted deeply were now burning her reason close to collapse. However, she knew Shi Feiyang’s words were like an unchallengeable commandment.

If not for Shi Feiyang’s timely rescue, Changsheng Castle would have long been reduced to ruins under the Divine Water Palace’s fierce attack.

Moreover, Liu Tingting had the powerful backing of Liu Yanran, a force too strong to defy.

Shi Feiyang asked her to spare Liu Tingting, could it be related to Liu Yanran? But how could Lin Wanqing resolve her father’s deep-seated vendetta? These thoughts swirled constantly in her mind, causing her great distress.

Thus, Lin Wanqing put away the broken sword in a mix of anger and helplessness and slowly walked towards the injured people of Changsheng Castle.

Despite the unextinguished rage in her heart, when she saw the wounded martial artists who fought heroically for Changsheng Castle, her gaze instantly softened and became concerned. She gently comforted them, her voice akin to the spring breeze, softly brushing over the hearts of the warriors. She personally treated their wounds, her movements gentle and skillful, fully expressing her deep care for these martial artists.

Under Lin Wanqing’s soothing, the surviving hundred or so people of Changsheng Castle gradually calmed down, Xiang Kun and others quickly joined in assisting to care for the wounded. The busy figures swarmed the interior of Changsheng Castle, contending with the Death God for every life.

Gong Simeng stared at Shi Feiyang in a daze, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

She never expected Shi Feiyang would forgive Liu Tingting again—the woman who once tried to poison and bury him alive.

Liu Tingting’s vicious actions towards Shi Feiyang in the past were vividly remembered, each detail like a sharp blade, piercing Gong Simeng’s heart. However, Shi Feiyang repeatedly released Liu Tingting, what was the reason behind it? Was it just because Liu Tingting looked exceedingly beautiful like a fairy? Gong Simeng gazed at Shi Feiyang with a heart full of complex emotions, countless confusions, hard to comprehend.