King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 234: Chapter 127: One Step to Slay a Hundred, the Lethal Sword Array Shattered

The ”Bamboo Pole” Jiang Huotian was completely different. He was tall and thin, his figure resembling a slender bamboo pole that seemed as if the wind could easily blow him away. His limbs were as thin as hemp stalks, yet they contained astonishing agility. His neck was long, his head small, complemented by a pair of lively eyes, making him appear extremely nimble. As he walked, his steps were light and swift, as if a gust of wind could take him anywhere.

The ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi was born with a pair of eagle eyes, sharp and as piercing as a hawk’s, seemingly able to discern all the secrets of the world. His hooked nose jutted high like an eagle’s beak, giving an impression of sternness and ruthlessness. His gaze often carried a shrewdness as if he could swiftly analyze any situation and pinpoint the enemy’s weaknesses at any time. That slightly upturned corner of his mouth carried a trace of confidence and defiance, as if there were no challenges in the world he couldn’t face.

The ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong was tall and robust, his stature as imposing as a towering mountain peak. His broad shoulders seemed capable of bearing the weight of the entire world, his arms were thick and powerful, with muscles as solid as steel. His chest was sturdy, and every breath he took seemed to drive the air around him. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, exuding honesty and simplicity. Yet, once he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, the focus and sharpness revealed his extraordinary prowess in archery.

Shi Feiyang secretly admired them, knowing well that these people were talents worth cultivating. Thus, he promoted them to serve as Vice Hall Masters of Vanguard Hall, becoming capable assistants to Wu Zhong, the Heroic Sakura Association Elder and Vanguard Hall Master. He believed that in the future Jianghu adventures, they would join hands with the heroes to blaze through obstacles in pursuit of justice and peace for the people, creating new legends.

Yili took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in her heart, yet her slightly trembling shoulders inadvertently betrayed her excitement.

She stepped forward with a light gait, almost jogging, her steps hurried and slightly flustered, as if something was chasing her from behind, or eager to immediately fly to Shi Feiyang’s side.

She clutched a wet towel tightly in her hand, her knuckles turned slightly white from holding too firmly, and her hands couldn’t stop trembling gently.

When she stood in front of Shi Feiyang, she slightly tilted her head up, gazing into his eyes, her eyes full of concern and gentleness.

She extended the towel to Shi Feiyang, her arm stretched so straight that even her fingertips showed cautiousness, her body unconsciously leaning slightly forward.

Her voice was as soft as the gentle spring breeze, sweet yet tinged with a hint of nervousness: ”Brother Feiyang, you’ve worked hard, quickly wipe your sweat, are you feeling very tired?”

Shi Feiyang smiled as he took the wet towel, gently wiping the sweat from his face, a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes as he replied softly, ”It’s alright, though this Life-taking Thirteen Sword Array truly has overwhelming power, to break through it was indeed a stroke of luck.”

The smile in Yili’s eyes grew more pronounced, her mouth curved high, revealing two playful and adorable dimples, her eyes turned into crescents, sparkling with lively light.

She tilted her head slightly, the strands of her hair slid down her cheeks playfully as she said, ”Brother Feiyang, you’re too modest, being able to break this sword array is proof that your martial arts have reached the pinnacle. My master often praises you in front of us sisters, saying you are a rare expert in the Jianghu.”

Shi Feiyang gave a slight smile, saying no more, and handed the towel back to Yili. A true master never flaunts their achievements, but constantly pursues higher realms.

However, when Shi Feiyang turned to the side, he noticed Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng each holding a wet towel, standing rooted to the spot. Their eyes were filled with complex emotions, mixing envy, jealousy, and loss, as if a pot of flavors had been spilled over, making the tastes in their hearts hard to express.

Yili sensed the strangeness, her pretty face instantly flushed red, the color quickly spreading to her earlobes, like the splendid sunset dyed by the evening glow, vibrant and captivating. She hurriedly lowered her head, her chin almost touching her chest, her eyes fixated on the ground, not daring to meet Lin Wanqing and Gong Simeng’s gaze directly. Her fingers worriedly twisted her clothing’s hem, twisting wrinkles one after another, the wet towel in her hand was also crumpled into a messy bunch, appearing rather awkward. She hurriedly turned around, leaving behind only a trail of hurried footsteps resonating in the air.

At this moment, Yili’s heart was filled with Shi Feiyang, both shy and awkward, yet she couldn’t help but look forward to the next moment of being alone with him.

This contradictory yet sweet feeling made her admiration for Shi Feiyang grow even stronger, like an aged wine, becoming more mellow with time.

After a brief rest, everyone resumed their journey towards Li Mengxiong’s camp.

Their figures appeared particularly determined in the morning light.

Shi Feiyang and the others, after enduring countless hardships, finally escorted the provisions to their destination, receiving a warm welcome from the Imperial Court soldiers.

However, within the camp, the atmosphere had become tense due to a decision at an impasse.