King of Hundred Victories Saber

Thinking of this, a surge of anger welled up in his heart, like a raging flame, instantly devouring his rationality.

He suddenly exerted force underfoot, kicking towards the leader of the horse bandits.

This kick was filled with deep Inner Strength, like a Mountain-Cracking Giant Axe, carrying an earth-shattering momentum.

The leader of the horse bandits let out a miserable scream, his whole body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, falling dozens of feet.

Upon landing, there was a sound of bones shattering, as if a porcelain vase had crashed to the ground, his entire body disintegrated into a hundred and seventy-nine pieces, dying in pieces, the scene was too tragic to behold. Instantly, a vague mass of flesh and blood appeared on the grass, blood gushing out, pooling into a dark red stream, slowly flowing along the terrain, narrating the cruelty of this bloody slaughter.

Shi Feiyang turned, his expression grave, instructing Lin Wanqing, ”Wanqing, guard this place well. This place concerns our safety, do not let down your guard even for a moment.” Lin Wanqing nodded slightly, her gaze firm, softly responding, ”Rest assured, husband, with me here, no one will disturb Yili and the others.”

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like a torch, steadfastly watching Shi Xiong and the maids, along with the ninety disciples of Heroic Sakura Association, his voice resonating like a bell, saying, ”Shi Xiong, lead everyone to boldly set up more tents. Firstly, it will serve as a long-term strategy, giving us a stable foothold on this grassland; secondly, it will confuse the enemy, making them unclear about our numbers, thinking we have a large force here.”

His words carried the strategic insight and steadiness of many years in the Jianghu. Upon hearing, Shi Xiong immediately cupped his fists, accepting the order, his voice loud and firm, ”Yes, Grand Squad Leader!” His posture upright, fully displaying the heroism and competence of a Jianghu leader.

Upon receiving orders, everyone began to act, each performing their duties.

In an instant, the camp was a scene of bustling activity, everyone moving quickly, tent frames erected swiftly, canvas flapping loudly in the wind, soon more tents were set up on the grassland, from afar, they looked like a temporary tent city.

Afterward, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, lifted his energy and vaulted, showcasing the Supreme Lightness Technique known as ”Untraceable Thousand Miles.”

He flashed like a dazzling white light, slicing through the sky, speeding towards the Watt Tribe’s fortress.

His figure was nimble and swift, as if merging into the world, becoming part of nature itself, leaving only a faint shadow, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, making it difficult to capture his trace. He darted across the grassland, the grass underfoot quivering slightly, yet showing no sign of pause, heading directly towards the castle filled with conspiracy and danger.

Inside the castle, lights were bright, as if it were daylight.

In the hall, the fragrance of wine filled the air, a feast of delicacies laid out on the table.

Lele Baha was sitting together with Lan Xiaodie, Xie Zhichuan, Fu Anxing, and Dugu Yan, each with their own thoughts on their faces.

Lele Baha raised his glass, a slight smile of pride on his face, a smile filled with cunning and ambition, saying, ”Everyone, after this battle at the Lindan Tribe, although they repel the alliance of Ordos Tribe and Kerchin Tribe, they are also greatly weakened. Now, with the Ordos Tribe defeated, their morale is low, like a wilted eggplant; the Kerchin Tribe has no money or food, like a child cut off from milk. This is the perfect opportunity for us to strike, to gain the upper hand in this struggle for dominance on the grassland.”

His voice carried a sense of determination to win, as if victory was within grasp, his eyes shimmering with greedy light.

Lan Xiaodie slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a flirtatious smile.

That smile was like a blooming poppy flower in spring, beautiful yet carrying deadly temptation. She gently swirled the wine in her glass, the liquid rippling, making a crisp sound, softly saying, ”The Great Khan speaks truly. The poison skills of our Five Poison Sect are unparalleled in the Jianghu, sure to lend a hand to the Great Khan. Simply poisoning their water or food, can cause them to fall into chaos without fighting, the army scatters and becomes a loose sand.”

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet chilling to hear, as if the words themselves carried deadly poison, each word piercing into the heart like a venomous needle.