King of Hundred Victories Saber

At the bottom of those deep pits, sharp bamboo and iron spikes stood upright, glinting with a cold light under the sun, like ferocious fangs.

Warhorses and cavalry were pierced through by these spikes in an instant. In the blink of an eye, men screamed, horses shrieked, the sounds intertwining, shrill beyond compare, like wails rising from Hell itself.

Blood sprayed in all directions, dyeing this patch of land red. Blood-mist filled the air, the stench of gore rushing into the nose, making one almost retch.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, hiding behind the small fortress, wore a robe as white as snow. His figure was tall and straight, like a towering mountain peak that would never topple. His features were handsome, his skin like mutton-fat white jade, warm and lustrous.

At first glance, he seemed like a frail scholar, his bearing suffused with a cultured elegance.

Yet who would have thought that he was actually the Grand Squad Leader of the world-renowned Heroic Sakura Association.

For years on end he had maintained the appearance of an eighteen-year-old, as though time itself had halted upon him. All because he had successfully cultivated the highest realm of the Bright Jade Technique, and later, by a stroke of fate, had successfully cultivated the ”Holy Heart Technique.”

Even he himself had never expected that from then on he would forever keep this eighteen-year-old visage and step onto the path of immortality.

Now, Shi Feiyang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze like twin sharp swords, sweeping like blazing torches across the enemy bandits who had died a gruesome death before him.

On the grassland, corpses lay everywhere. Blood flowed in streams, converging into little Yanhong rivulets, and under the scorching sun’s baking, it gave off a nauseating stench of blood.

Shi Feiyang felt a surge of emotion in his heart and mused to himself: ”The Jianghu road should have been a place of gallant hearts and righteous courage, of mutual watch and aid. Yet these people have let profit blind their eyes, stirring up strife at will for their own selfish desires, plunging the innocent into misery. Today, I must let them understand that justice is like that blazing sun hanging high above. Though at times obscured by dark clouds, its radiance can never be blocked, and it will never permit anyone to trample upon it.”

He turned, facing the people behind him, his expression grim and resolute.

At his side, the Elders of the Heroic Sakura Association fixed their bright gazes ahead, suffused with the steadiness and tenacity of those long-seasoned in the Jianghu.

”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei stood lithe and vigorous, his two arms like agile serpents. With the slightest swing, they stirred a low whooshing wind. ”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan gripped that awe-inspiring Heaven and Earth Saber with both hands.

The saber’s blade shimmered with cold light, as though recounting its glorious battle merits of the past.

”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong was burly and massive, like a towering hill. His palms were thick and powerful, as if containing the strength of a thousand jun. Military Supplies Hall Master, ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, had a graceful figure, yet her eyes held a heroic air. The Mandarin Duck Dual Sabers in her hands gleamed with icy light beneath the sun.

Scout Hall Hall Master, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, had an eagle-sharp gaze, as if he could see through all things. He wore a tight black outfit, moving soundlessly with every step. Divine Arrow Hall Hall Master, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, carried a longbow on his back, his quiver filled with sharp arrows.

In his hands, that longbow seemed to possess a life of its own. Vice Hall Master, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, had nimble hands, and the plum blossom darts in his pouch shimmered with a ghostly light in the sun.

Little Scholar Shi Xiong, though still young, had eyes that shone with cleverness and boldness.

Shi Feiyang led these heroes and warriors, commanding the three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association. Each was brimming with spirit, shouldering Ma Jun repeating crossbows, fully battle-ready. Those Ma Jun repeating crossbows were made entirely of refined steel; under the sun’s rays, they shone with an icy metallic luster, radiating a chilling aura of intimidation. The crowd blocked the few small gates of the little fortress in perfect formation, like an indestructible Great Wall of steel, their momentum grand and imposing.

When the remnants of the enemy, dejected and in disarray, finally scrambled out of the deep pits, Shi Feiyang suddenly took a step forward and shouted in a loud voice, ”Evil-doers, you have committed countless atrocities. Today is the day of your death! Whoever offends my Heroic Sakura Association will be hunted down and killed, no matter how far!”

His voice was like a great bell, rolling waves of sound echoing across the battlefield, shaking people’s eardrums till they ached, as if to shatter all evil under heaven and earth.

Hearing this, everyone’s blood boiled; they all pulled the triggers of their Ma Jun repeating crossbows.

In an instant, Crossbow Arrows shot out like lightning, tearing through the sky, laden with immense force, like bolt after bolt of deadly shafts, streaking toward the surviving bandits.

The bandits had no time to dodge and were hit one after another, falling to the ground as anguished screams split the air.

In a flash, smoke billowed and dust flew, shouts and killing cries shook the heavens. Inside and outside the fortress, all plunged into chaos. Amid this life-and-death struggle, this heart-stopping scene, the clashes between Martial Arts experts pushed the tension of this bloody battle to its very peak.

”Seven-Quartet Heart-Locking Sword” Sect Leader Yuan Yebi wore a gray robe that fluttered in the wind like a patch of dark cloud, emanating a cold and sinister aura. His face was frosty, his eyes gleaming with a trace of viciousness. In his hands were seven treasure swords forged in the same furnace. Their blades were long and slender, gleaming with cold light. Under the sun’s reflection, they seemed to flow with icy liquid, their radiance like something that could devour a person’s soul.

He twisted his body, turning like a whirlwind, his hands moving in a blur, motions as swift as lightning.

The seven swords traced strange and fierce arcs in the air, like seven agile venomous snakes. In an instant, they wove a Sword Array into a bizarre steel yoke, clamping Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling, the husband and wife, tightly in the center.

Within the Sword Array, Sword Qi crisscrossed wildly, emitting a sharp ”wom-wom” keening, like countless vengeful ghosts wailing, chilling the heart and making one’s hair stand on end. This Sword Array was like an invisible cage, sealed without a crack. If an ordinary person were trapped inside, it would be like sinking into a mire—the more they struggled, the deeper they would sink, making escape nigh impossible.