King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Xiong carefully embraced the ancient instrument as he stepped down from the carriage, his hands trembling slightly, both out of reverence for the instrument and from the tension of the impending blood battle.

A dozen maids deftly and quickly moved the tables and chairs before Gong Simeng, setting up the instrument steadily and arranging the tea.

Their gazes were resolute, despite being women, showing no fear in this moment of crisis.

Liu Guihua hurried over, reaching out to take Gong Simeng’s son from her arms, her movements gentle yet swift, allowing Gong Simeng to focus on playing her music.

Simultaneously, Liu Guihua retrieved the Spirit Snake Whip from her slender waist, it quivering slightly in her hand, like a poised spiritual snake ready to strike back at the bandits any moment.

Gong Simeng’s jade-like fingers gently danced across the strings, producing melodious music like a flowing, clear spring, drifting beautifully. This music seemed to contain magical power, each note lightly soothing Yili’s heart and gradually calming everyone present.

The music flowed through the air like an invisible barrier, isolating the external noise and danger.

However, the bandits couldn’t comprehend the music’s wonders. The leading bandit was the first to recover from his shock, his face contorted terrifyingly like a ghoul manifesting, and he bared his teeth, revealing yellowed teeth, as he roared, ”Capture these women and make them my Village Chief’s Wives! The men will be targets, leave none, shoot them all!” His voice was hoarse and wicked, resembling the cry of a night owl, sending shivers down one’s spine.

As his words echoed, the bandits raised their crossbows, the dark crossbow muzzles akin to the mouths of fierce beasts ready to devour, aiming at everyone in the ”trade caravan.”

A thick killing intent permeated the air suddenly, like a heavy gloom pressing down, making it difficult to breathe. Lin Wanqing held her infant son with one hand, grasping the Long Sword with the other, her stance graceful yet exuding a spirit of unwavering resilience.

She stood graciously beside Gong Simeng, reminiscent of a red plum blossoming proudly in snow, seemingly delicate but radiating a formidable strength. Her gaze was steadfast, fixated on the bandits, declaring that nothing would be taken from here.

Bai Zhi held her son in one arm, gripping a spiked silver rod with the other, her expression as cold as frost, also standing beside the tent.

Her eyes, like icy pools, seemed capable of freezing enemies instantly.

The maids continued to stoke fires and cook meals calmly and methodically, showing no signs of panic or distress.

In this small ”trade caravan,” amidst the tense moment of imminent life or death confrontations, not a single person panicked. Each was exceptionally composed, embodying a touching calmness and steadfastness.

Shi Feiyang’s heart was already ablaze with wrath, yet he forcibly restrained himself. His stance was as firm as a cypress rooted to the earth, stable and immovable. He had long activated the Bright Jade Technique, with True Qi flowing within him like a surging river, roaring continuously.

He scornfully snorted at the bandits wielding Zhuge Crossbows, the sound resembling a wolf’s howl in a cold night, carrying boundless majesty and piercing chill as it resonated in the air, causing the bandits’ hearts to quiver.

The ”Shock Eye Tribulation” Divine Skill activated at his will, his eyes flashing with a cold light akin to a meteor sweeping across the night sky, instantly lighting up the dark space.

Suddenly, an invisible yet powerful force surged forth, like a winter storm carrying endless snow, sweeping with overwhelming momentum. The bandits felt a piercing cold assaulting them, instantly covered in frost, their skin cracking with the sound of ”ka ka” similar to ice shattering.

Their bones creaked loudly, on the brink of disintegration under the mighty force. In the blink of an eye, they collapsed and shattered into pieces, even the horses under them weren’t spared, fragmenting into several chunks on the ground. The grassland was instantly littered with ice fragments, shimmering coldly under the sunlight, resembling a silent icy expanse emitting a fearsome aura.

Next, Shi Feiyang lightly stepped on the ground, his figure like a white cloud swept by a fierce wind, or a mighty eagle soaring through the skies, gracefully and swiftly toward the bandits. He exhibited the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” executing the move ”Cangsong Welcoming Guest” with rapid swiftness, his palms slicing horizontally, cold gleams emanating from his palms like wielding Celestial Frost Blades formed by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, the air seeming to be sliced by sharp blades, emitting shrill ”sizzle” sounds.

Shi Feiyang’s movements were graceful, each action reminiscent of flowing clouds and moving water, extraordinarily elegant, carrying inherent grandeur and freedom.

His palms were like two cold Celestial Frost Blades, his figure weaving through the bandits effortlessly, akin to a tiger storming into a flock of sheep, with ferocious and swift blade Qi from his palms. Wherever he passed, bandits screamed continuously, blood splattered, severed arms and limbs flying, creating a gruesome and terrifying scene.

Some bandits were slapped flying by his palm, spewing blood and tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground; others were swept by the wind from his palm, their bodies torn instantly, organs scattering irrepressibly.

Shi Xiong stood by, witnessing Shi Feiyang’s display of divine prowess, unwilling to be outdone.

His agile figure was like a swift leopard, quickly executing the hidden weapon mastery of ”Plum Blossom Darts” taught by Shan Zhi.

Poisoned Horned Cone in his hand flickered with a ghostly cold light, resembling a meteor speeding through the night, each dart carrying fierce wind, tracing deep black arcs in the air, shooting precisely at the bandits.