King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 216: Chapter 124: Battle Anthem of Wind and Cloud: Yili’s Sword Dominates the Martial Arts World (Part 2)

The White Tiger missed its strike, but it didn’t pause for even a moment.

In mid-air, it agilely twisted its massive body, like a skilled dancer performing a perfect turn in the air.

Its tail was like a thick, hard steel whip, swiftly lashing through the air, stirring up a whistling wind as if to shred the surrounding air into pieces, directly striking Ye Wuhun’s back.

”Crack!” A crisp sound echoed, as Ye Wuhun’s spine broke under the fierce lash.

His entire body fell to the ground like a discarded heavy sack, making a dull thud.

After landing, the White Tiger’s eyes shone with fierce loyalty, and it pounced again without hesitation.

It opened its bloody mouth wide, revealing fangs sharp as daggers, frenziedly gnawing at Ye Wuhun.

The White Tiger’s sharp teeth tore into Ye Wuhun’s body.

In no time, Ye Wuhun’s flesh and bones were gnawed away, leaving a scene of bloody chaos.

At that moment, a Vermilion Bird spiraled down from high above, its feathers as vivid and dazzling as burning flames, particularly striking in the night. Its cries echoed to the heavens, with an innate majesty, seeming to announce its arrival to the world.

The Vermilion Bird occasionally spread its wide wings in the air, soaring gracefully, using its vantage from high above to keenly observe Blood Rose’s every move, its eyes like two bright gemstones, every turn revealing vigilance towards Blood Rose, ready to protect its master at any moment.

It sometimes dived down like a shooting star with startling speed, its sharp claws and beak aiming straight for Blood Rose’s eyes.

Its speed was dizzying.

Blood Rose was caught off guard by this sudden attack, her form, usually agile as a phantom, now flustered and chaotic.

The short blade in her hand lost its rhythm and swung wildly in panic, attempting to fend off the Vermilion Bird’s assault, but to no avail.

She could only dodge left and right, her steps staggering, appearing disheveled under the Vermilion Bird’s fierce attack.

The Vermilion Bird spotted the opportunity, flapping its wings fiercely, releasing a wave of searing heat, igniting a fiery storm, as if a ferocious beast engulfed Blood Rose within.

Blood Rose was scorched by the burning flames, letting out piercing screams of agony that echoed through the forest, filled with pain and despair.

She struggled frantically within the flames, waving her hands wildly in an attempt to escape the deadly assault, but she was unable to break free.

Soon, the Vermilion Bird dived down again, precisely pecking out Blood Rose’s eyes.

Then, it used its powerful claws to crush Blood Rose’s head.

Blood Rose met a tragic end in the forest.

At the foothills of Helong Mountain on an early autumn night, the cold moon hung high, casting a frosty silver light over the earth.

The mountain wind howled through the forest, rustling the branches, as if countless phantoms hidden in the darkness were whispering.

In the grass, the chirping of autumn insects was interrupted by the tense and murderous atmosphere, occasionally breaking the silence with eerie sounds.

Elsewhere, ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong and ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, along with the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, were fighting with their lives, striving to protect the grain supplies.

They knew well that these wagons of grain carried the earnest hope of supporting the Imperial Court’s army to quell the rebellion and save countless people, and they could not afford to lose them.

All around, a group of Martial Arts people, like hungry wolves with red eyes, shouted and charged towards the grain carts.

Their broadswords gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and their spears stood like fangs, exuding a terrifying aura.

These fake grain carts were disguised so well that even those who came to support Shi Feiyang, such as Zhao Qingfeng, Lin Yufeng, and Qian Wanying, almost mistook them for real grain carts at first glance.

Wu Zhong stood firm in front of the grain cart, like an unmovable towering mountain.

His eyes widened with fury, his palms waved, each strike carrying the force of a thousand pounds, as if capable of splitting mountains and breaking rocks.

”Brothers, protect the grain! This is our heavy responsibility to relieve the Imperial Court and save the people from disaster. Even if it costs us our lives today, we must not let the bandits succeed!” His roar echoed like a great bell between heaven and earth, filled with determination and resoluteness, fully displaying his loyalty to the Heroic Sakura Association and his fervent patriotism. Wherever his iron palms reached, the enemies fell like struck by lightning, screams following one after another.

The painful screams were particularly haunting in the silent night sky.

Xiao Lingling was not to be outdone, her form agile, her Mandarin Duck Sabers flashing and weaving into an impenetrable curtain of light. ”Mandarin Duck - Winged Love!” she shouted, unleashing the Mandarin Duck Sabers’ ultimate skill, the two sabers resembling two inseparable, agile and fierce birds, seamlessly complementing each other.

Every slash carried a chilling killing intent, repelling each approaching enemy.

Her eyes were filled with determination.

To protect the grain carts, and for the responsibility she felt towards her homeland, she did not retreat, showing no fear in the face of numerous enemies.

The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association tightly surrounded the grain carts, forming a solid defensive line.

With weapons in hand and eyes resolute in the cool moonlight, their faces were full of loyalty and fearlessness. They understood the mission they bore, and for the honor of the Heroic Sakura Association, for the peace of the world, for the welfare of the people, they engaged the enemy in a desperate battle.