King of Hundred Victories Saber

Dugu Yan’s face was ashen at this moment, his clothes drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to his body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes filled with exhaustion and dread.

Through this encounter, he truly understood that facing the Sect Leader of the Five Poisons Sect was no jest; every moment felt like hovering at death’s door, life hanging by a thread. In his heart, Lan Xiaodie had already surpassed Shi Feiyang in fearsome demeanor with her endless poisonous arts, leaving him defenseless.

At this moment, the Wokou Leader Sato Taro, Takahashi Senbin, and Suzuki Sanroku, leading a group of Wokou, pursued like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, following the scent to this place.

Their forms were nimble, footsteps steady and powerful, each step seemingly capable of crushing the earth. The long Japanese Sabers in their hands glinted with a chilling cold light in the sunlight, a glare sharp enough to hurt one’s eyes, exuding a spine-chilling aura.

Just then, they saw Lan Xiaodie, panic-stricken like a startled bird, fleeing in distress.

Sato Taro’s gaze was hawk-like, his sharp eyes instantly locking onto Lan Xiaodie.

With a swift wave of his hand, commanding like a general with thousands of troops, the Wokou understood and swiftly dispersed, forming a net-like blockade, sealing off Lan Xiaodie’s path.

Sato Taro stepped forward, exuding a powerful sense of oppression, and shouted sternly, ”Stop! Lan Xiaodie, what is your suspicious behavior here for?”

His voice was icy and biting, akin to the winter’s north wind, carrying a chill that pierced the heart.

Lan Xiaodie’s heart trembled in shock, flustered like an ant on a hot pan, at a loss for what to do.

She knew full well that she was in grave danger, as if teetering on the brink of an abyss, a single misstep would lead to her doom.

Without hesitation, she quickly deployed her poisonous arts. Her hands moved swiftly like phantoms, the speed dizzying to the eye.

She took out packet after packet of poison powder from her bosom, hurling them forcefully at the Wokou.

The powder dispersed in the air, forming clouds of strange hues, emitting a pungent scent, resembling the breath of a demon, spreading towards the Wokou.

However, these Wokou were far from ordinary. Not only were they highly skilled in martial arts, forged through countless battles in the Jianghu, but they also excelled in ninjutsu, possessing unique means to resist toxins.

They remained calm and composed, pulling out special pills from their bosoms, pills emitting a faint glow. They placed them into their mouths and swallowed, then activated their inner power, enveloping their bodies in a subtle glow.

In the blink of an eye, their bodies gradually became transparent, ultimately vanishing from sight.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaodie felt a sinking despair, inwardly lamenting, ”These Wokou are so troublesome, what should I do now!”

Nevertheless, Lan Xiaodie was quick-witted, seasoned by years in the Jianghu, with rich adaptive experience.

Taking advantage as the Wokou resisted the poison powder, she tapped her toes on the ground, her entire figure like a blue lightning bolt, darting swiftly to the distance. Her shadow traced a fleeting line in the air, her speed astonishing.

Sato Taro led the Wokou to appear, seeing Lan Xiaodie about to escape, a trace of viciousness flickered in his eyes, akin to a hungry wolf’s wrath when prey seeks to flee. He shouted angrily, ”Want to escape? Not that easy! Today you won’t shake free, pursue her!”

Then, he led Takahashi Senbin, Suzuki Sanroku, along with a squad of Wokou, like a black torrent, surging relentlessly after Lan Xiaodie. Their footsteps rhythmically and powerfully, like the thunder of war drums, shaking the ground.

Lan Xiaodie fled desperately across the vast prairie, anxiety gnawing at her, like a trapped beast seeking escape.

She looked around, eyes filled with despair and helplessness, searching for any hiding spot, even contemplating jumping off a cliff to escape.

Yet, surveying the surroundings, all that met her gaze was the endless prairie, vast and boundless, without a cliff in sight.

In her panic, Shi Feiyang’s figure suddenly flashed in her mind.

Clinging to this hope like a lifeline, a flicker of hope ignited in her heart.

She hurried towards Shi Feiyang’s camp, shouting hoarsely as she ran, ”Shi Feiyang, Hero Shi, Grand Squad Leader Shi, come save me! Hero Shi, save me!” Her voice echoed across the empty prairie, laden with despair and a plea for relief, each cry a protest against fate.

Shi Feiyang was discussing urgent matters in a tent with ”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei, ”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan, ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, and the Little Scholar Shi Xiong.

Suddenly hearing the distressful cries, everyone was startled, exchanging glances.

Shi Feiyang was the first to react, his eyes sharp, his form flickered like a beam of white light, moving so fast it was hard to catch, darting out of the tent first.

Everyone followed closely behind, seeing Lan Xiaodie being chased by Wokou, her situation perilous.

Amid the Wokou encirclement, Lan Xiaodie’s figure appeared so small, at risk of being devoured at any moment.

Shi Feiyang saw this and, without hesitation, leapt into action. His agile form exuded an imposing aura, akin to a War God descending upon the world. He traced an arch through the air, landing steadily to block the Wokou’s path.