King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shan Zhi watched, his anger uncontrollable, eyes glaring round as if they were about to spit fire. He swiftly waved his hands, spinning like a windmill, firing plum blossom darts like silver meteors, fueled by his rage, decimating the ”escort party.” Wherever the plum blossom darts reached, enemies fell one after another, screams incessant, the ground instantly filled with corpses, blood staining the earth.

Lu Hongye witnessed her father dying to protect her, tears instantly blurred her eyes. But she forced herself to endure the immense grief of losing her father, recalling his hints before he passed. Trembling, she found a miniature coastal defense map in her father’s false teeth. Though small, this map carried a heavy burden, possibly hiding the crucial clues of collusion between the Ritual Department and the Wokou.

After burying Elder Martial Artist Lu, Lu Hongye’s gaze was resolute and determined.

She decided not to go to Jiangnan, but instead travel to the Capital to find Shi Feiyang. Remembering when her father had previously given Shi Feiyang the ”Lu Family Spear Techniques,” he mentioned to Shi Feiyang that the final three moves of the missing spear techniques were engraved inside her Longevity Lock.

In Lu Hongye’s heart, this meant her father had entrusted her lifelong affairs to Shi Feiyang, and Shi Feiyang accepting the Lu Family Spear Techniques was acknowledgment of this entrustment, thus making her Shi Feiyang’s fiancée.

Xie Wen and Shan Zhi were both keen-minded individuals.

They understood Shi Feiyang’s intention behind sending them to escort Lu Hongye back to the grand Shi Mansion in Suzhou Prefecture, coupled with Lu Hongye’s earnest words, her determination to go to the Capital to find Shi Feiyang, they exchanged a glance, understood each other, and agreed to Lu Hongye’s request.

Subsequently, they led seventeen disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, a mighty group, setting on the journey to escort Lu Hongye to the Capital.

Xie Zhichuan, Lan Xiaodie, and Dugu Yan watched helplessly as the meticulously planned ”escort party” was slaughtered by Shan Zhi’s plum blossom darts, their inner anger flaring up suddenly like raging fire, instantly consuming their reason.

Xie Zhichuan glared fiercely and viciously said, ”This Shan Zhi ruined our good deed; today he must die without a place to be buried!”

Dugu Yan also shouted, ”That’s right, and Lu Hongye, not a single one will get away!”

Lan Xiaodie remained silent, but the hatred in her eyes intensified, mixed with complex feelings towards Shi Feiyang, at this moment, she only wanted to vent her anger on the people before her. The three of them simultaneously drew their swords with a ”clang.”

The glittering sword blades reflected their ferocious faces in the sunlight, the three of them pounced towards Xie Wen, Shan Zhi, and Lu Hongye like predatory wolves.

Xie Wen, as quick as a leopard, swiftly threw out the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, which immediately expanded mid-air, resembling a silver mist, lightly and precisely covering Lu Hongye.

Immediately after, he performed the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique,” his figure swayed, his clothing fluttered, pulling Lu Hongye, turning into a wisp of light smoke, drifting in mid-air. Lu Hongye felt her body lighten, as if she were in the clouds, though extremely nervous, she also marveled at Xie Wen’s extraordinary martial arts mastery.

Shan Zhi saw this, refusing to be outdone, swiftly waving his hands, firing plum blossom darts. The darts flew like silver meteors with a whistling wind, shooting towards Xie Zhichuan and others. However, Xie Zhichuan, Lan Xiaodie, and Dugu Yan were all high-skilled martial artists.

Xie Zhichuan’s figure flickered like a specter, easily avoiding the darts; Lan Xiaodie wielded her Butterfly Sword, the sword flowers flashed, deflecting the darts aimed at her; Dugu Yan gathered energy in his palm, performed ”Bone Rot Palm,” his palm dark, where he passed, the air corroded, the darts near him fell under his palm force.

Shan Zhi’s heart sank, feeling a chill rise from his feet straight to his heart.

At this moment, his life hung by a thread, the situation perilous, while Lu Hongye hovered mid-air, uncertain about the outcome of this fierce battle.

At the critical, life-threatening moment, suddenly from afar came the urgent and dense sound of horse hooves, like drumbeats striking the hearts of all present.

The crowd looked towards the sound and saw a fine horse like a black lightning bolt racing over the vast land.

The steed moved with agility, wind under its four hooves, raising a cloud of dust. The rider’s posture graceful, like a vibrant flower blooming proudly in the wind, though atop the speeding horse, her stance was steady like Mount Tai.

As the steed approached like an arrow released from the string, the rider suddenly drew a breath and leaped off. Her movement graceful and beautiful, flowing naturally like a butterfly dancing in a flower bush, drawing a marvelous arc in the air.

Landing with a ”clang,” the sword in her hand unsheathed with a flash of cold light, like a dazzling meteor streaking across the night sky, cutting through the tense atmosphere. This person was Yili.