King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang and the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association waved goodbye to Princess Gugela.

Princess Gugela stood in the night wind, gazing at Shi Feiyang, her heart full of reluctance.

Tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks.

Her eyes were filled with longing and sadness, unwilling to part with Shi Feiyang.

If not for the presence of Lin Wanqing, Liu Guihua, and Madam Shi, Princess Gugela would have, with her straightforward nature, thrown herself at Shi Feiyang, refusing to let him go.

Princess Gugela and her maidens escorted several carts loaded with money and grain, embarking on the journey back to the Lindan Tribe.

Midnight’s cold wind, sharp as knife blades, whistled by, bone-chilling.

Suddenly, the sound of arrows raining down ”swoosh swoosh” resonated clearly in the wind, the sharp noise akin to Death God’s whisper, striking fear.

Princess Gugela thought to herself that something was wrong, and reacted swiftly, alongside the maidens, quickly drawing scimitars, attempting to fend off the arrow rain.

But the arrow rain was too dense, attacking like dark clouds pressing down.

Though they resisted fiercely, many were still struck by arrows, falling wounded and groaning in pain.

A group of masked assassins, like fiends from Hell, charged forward. Holding blades, spears, swords, halberds, they revealed hideous expressions, shouting in unison, viciously aiming at Princess Gugela and her maidens, intent on ending their lives.

”Zheng zheng zheng!” In an instant, in the darkness, several arrows shot like lightning, their sharp whistle breaking the silent night sky.

Shortly after, numerous plum blossom darts, carried by fierce gusts, arrived with precision, deflecting the blades, spears, swords, halberds, and hooks of the masked assassins.

Then, the disciples of Heroic Sakura Association arrived galloping on horseback, raising torches, instantly illuminating the area.

The fierce flames flickered, reflecting the tense yet resolute faces of everyone present.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, his expression frosty, drew his bow and fitted arrows in one seamless motion.

Each arrow carried immense power, shooting with precision like meteors chasing the moon, targeting the masked assassins.

The shot assassins screamed, some falling dead on the spot, others struggling in pain.

”Plum Blossom Darts” Shan Zhi’s hands danced like illusions, his speed bewilderingly swift.

Plum blossom darts flew out like points of cold stars, their sharp whistles echoing, striking assassins, embedding darts into flesh, blood splattering.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong exercised ”Six Harmonies True Scripture” inner power, a faint golden halo emanating around him, resembling being cloaked in divine armor.

He employed ”Demon Subduing Divine Palm”, each palm shot out accompanied by a gusting palm wind; the wind surged like tidal waves, toppling assassins left and right.

Some assassins struck by the palm wind spat blood, flying several meters backward.

”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling swung dual blades, blade light flickering like electricity, executing ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique” with ruthless ferocity.

Her movements nimble, the dual blades in her hands like two nimble venomous snakes, weaving through the ranks of assassins, where they passed, gleams of blood sprayed, leaving cuts on assassins’ bodies, their screams unending.

”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen performed ”Feixu Qingyan Technique”, his form unpredictable, akin to wisp of smoke drifting with the wind, making him hard to grasp.

He occasionally threw out the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, the net opening like a blooming white lotus, enveloping some masked individuals within.

Then, he exerted force with both hands, tossing the netted masked individuals high into the air, creating perfect targets for Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi’s attacks.

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi understood, rain of arrows and darts descending upon the aerial targets, suddenly the air was filled with screams, flesh flying.

Gong Simeng, carrying her daughter and holding her son, moved gracefully like a dancing butterfly, floating in.

She wore a light purple dress, its hem gently fluttering with the wind, like a blooming violet, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Her face was beautiful, her skin snow-white, her eyes bright like dazzling stars, conveying wisdom and gentleness.

Bai Zhi, carrying her son, closely followed.

Bai Zhi, as a Miaojiang beauty, wore Miao attire with embroidered peculiar patterns, vibrant colors enhancing her unique charm.

Her eyes resembled a clear lake, glancing gracefully, exuding infinite allure.

They descended in front of Princess Gugela and her maidens, gently aiding them up.

Gong Simeng smiled, her voice soft like spring breeze on the face: ”Princess Gugela, don’t panic, we are Hero Shi’s people from Heroic Sakura Association, here to rescue you.” Saying so, they skillfully stopped bleeding and treated Princess Gugela and her maidens, administering various precious elixirs.

It turned out that all of this had been meticulously planned by Shi Feiyang, who had covertly positioned troops, thus successfully saving Princess Gugela from dire peril.

The fierce battle was ongoing, and the situation abruptly changed.

Among the masked individuals, suddenly someone flickered, moving ghostly and hurled a cloud of poison towards Wu Zhong.

The poisonous cloud, like a black demon cloud, rolled and roared in attack, with cold poison needles hidden within, akin to a snake in the dark, ready to deliver a fatal strike.

Wu Zhong reacted swiftly, shouting loudly, using ”Six Harmonies True Scripture”’s profound inner power, hands rapidly danced, his palms generating a gusting wind, as if forming an invisible barrier, dispersing the poisonous cloud and deflecting the poison needles.

However, while fully countering the poisonous cloud and needles, his back was unguarded, unexpectedly slashed by two masked individuals.

The sharp blades cut into flesh, Wu Zhong immediately cried out twice, the sound filled with pain, his entire body wavered, nearly collapsing to the ground.