King of Hundred Victories Saber

Under the night sky, cries of battle and screams intertwined, the smell of blood permeating every corner, and the fight between both sides growing more intense.

Princess Gugela stood transfixed, as if she had been placed under a Body Stasis Spell, utterly shocked and mesmerized.

Her eyes were wide and round, filled with disbelief as her gaze roved over the battlefield.

Gugela watched as Shi Feiyang’s wives unleashed their formidable might in the fray, her heart awash with turbulence. Previously, she had been thoroughly impressed by Lin Wanqing’s exquisite swordsmanship, but had not anticipated Bai Zhi and Gong Simeng’s martial arts to be so extraordinary, beyond imagination.

Bai Zhi wore a Miao costume embroidered with strange patterns, its colors dazzling and vibrant, accentuating her unique charm.

Her long, shiny black hair hung loosely behind her, a few strands flying freely in the air amidst the fierce combat.

Her face was enchantingly beautiful, her skin as smooth as lamb’s fat jade, her eyes like deep clear springs, exuding the unique mystery and vitality of Miaojiang women.

At this moment, the three-foot spiked silver staff in her hands glimmered with a cold light under the fire’s reflection, and each swing stirred a gust of wind, staff shadows overlapping, driving the venomous insects in waves. These insects charged at the masked men with the precision of well-trained soldiers, leaving them defenseless.

Gong Simeng resembled a blooming rose in the bloody wind and rain, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura.

She wore a light purple gauze dress, its hem gently swaying in the breeze, like a blooming violet, emitting a captivating fragrance.

Her face was delicate, her skin fair as snow, her eyes bright like brilliant stars, filled with wisdom and gentleness.

At this moment, she activated the ”Holy Water Divine Technique,” surrounding herself with a soft golden halo. The snake whip in her hand, driven by her inner strength, sometimes undulated like a nimble snake and sometimes stood straight like a sword, shining with dazzling gold.

Seeing such a scene, Princess Gugela couldn’t help but wonder to herself: ”Are these wives of Shi Feiyang so highly skilled in martial arts all taught by Hero Shi? God! How is this possible? What kind of person is Hero Shi, to train such formidable heroines.”

Thinking of this, her love for Shi Feiyang grew ever more intense, like a blazing fire, burning ever stronger.

Under the night sky, the fierce battle continued.

The venomous insects on the ground seemed to be endowed with intelligence, attacking the masked men as if they could recognize them.

Even the Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, Lan Xiaodie, found it increasingly difficult to fend off the overwhelming, ferocious assault of the insects.

The Green Phosphorus Sword in her hand swung faster and faster, each thrust attempting to scatter the insects approaching, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, a hint of panic in her eyes.

Dugu Yan originally had his mind set on assassinating Wu Zhong, but this sudden turn of events disrupted his plans.

He swung his long sword, blocking to the left and right, ending up in a showdown with the ground-dwelling venomous insects.

The insects, agile and nimble, surged from all directions, biting at his limbs. Dugu Yan was furious, his anger boiling and heart ready to burst, his face filled with rage and frustration as he cursed, ”These damned insects, ruining my plans!”

At this moment, Gong Simeng abruptly retracted her inner strength, her jade wrist giving a gentle shake, instantly transforming the ”Eight-Foot Snake Spear” back into the snake whip.

The snake whip, carrying a fierce wind, swept through like a black lightning, in the blink of an eye entangling several masked men.

Gong Simeng’s beautiful eyes widened, she shouted with a tender fury, and with a powerful swing of her arm, she hurled the entangled masked men towards Dugu Yan as if several small mountains had fallen from the sky. Seeing this, Dugu Yan was both shocked and enraged, the veins bulging on his hand gripping the sword, quickly performing the ”Eight Forms of the Famous Sword”.

His swordsmanship was extremely fierce, the blade flashing with cold light, stabbing, thrusting, and slicing in one fluid motion, instantly cutting the oncoming masked men into dozens of pieces. In that instant, piercing screams echoed through the night sky, a rain of blood scattered, dismembered bodies and severed limbs flying all around, the scene gruesome and terrifying.

Seeing this situation, Lan Xiaodie realized things were going badly, knowing that if this continued, defeat was inevitable, and there was no advantage to be gained.

So, she bitterly shouted, ”Retreat!”

With that, she feigned a sword strike, her figure flashing as she was the first to leap out of the battle circle, disappearing swiftly into the night like a wisp of black smoke.

Dugu Yan, Ling Lanzhi, and others, seeing their leader retreating, dared not linger in battle either. They swiftly used their lightweight technique to flee, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.