King of Hundred Victories Saber

He unleashed the chained moves of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique; with every sweep of his palm, a golden blade of qi surged forth. Wherever the saber‑qi passed, the air was torn open with a ”sii‑sii” hiss, and the ground was carved into bottomless ravines, earth and stones exploding with loud bangs.

It seemed as if the lingering might of the saber‑qi still remained within those ravines, making none dare approach lightly.

Sato Taro was shrouded by this overwhelming saber‑qi; his body was chopped to pieces yet again, and in the blink of an eye he was hacked into seventy‑eight segments.

Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere, the scene abominably gory, too miserable to behold.

Shredded clothing and spattered flesh, mingled with swirling dust, formed a tableau like a Human Purgatory.

The surrounding Wokou were so terrified by this blood‑soaked spectacle that their livers and gallbladders seemed to shatter; they froze on the spot, some even losing control of their bowels.

Their eyes were filled with terror and despair, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clatter.

The other Wokou, seeing their Wokou Leader Sato Taro die such a horrible death, were stricken with boundless dread. Their morale plummeted in an instant, and the weapons in their hands began to tremble. Their gazes were full of fear and hopelessness; some Wokou even turned to flee in panic.

Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong and the other heroes of Heroic Sakura saw this and seized the chance to launch a fierce assault. In that instant, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons interwove, shaking the skies. In the blink of an eye, blood sprayed in all directions; the Wokou fell one after another, suffering grievous casualties.

The heroes of Heroic Sakura vied in courage at the fore, turning their rage and hatred toward the Wokou into immense combat strength, unleashing a merciless slaughter upon the remaining invaders. They were like emissaries of vengeance, sworn to eradicate these aggressors completely, so as to console the spirits of their slain compatriots.

Lan Xiaodie stood rigid on the spot, like a wooden or clay statue, her eyes filled with terror and despair.

She had just witnessed Shi Feiyang display godlike might and behead the Wokou Leader Sato Taro beneath his palm; her heart was a mixture of five flavors, stirred with myriad emotions.

Her heart was flooded with complicated feelings: reverent awe of Shi Feiyang’s power, and also sorrow at her own powerlessness to turn the tide.

Before Shi Feiyang, the Wokou’s Ninjutsu appeared utterly feeble, like a mantis trying to block a chariot.

She could not help but ask herself: if even the Wokou’s Ninjutsu is so easily crushed, how could my poison arts possibly rival him?

A deep sense of helplessness surged up within her; all her efforts and struggles seemed utterly insignificant before Shi Feiyang.

In a fleeting instant, she realized that seeking revenge on Shi Feiyang was nothing but a fool’s dream, as unreachable as Kuafu chasing the sun.

At this thought, endless grief welled up in her heart. Her seething hatred was doused as if by cold water, leaving only profound desolation. She felt like an orphan cast aside by fate, lonely and helpless.

Shi Feiyang’s expression remained calm as he lightly brushed the dust from his long robe with elegant composure; the life‑and‑death struggle he had just experienced was no more than an insignificant interlude to him, as though he had merely been ”strolling leisurely in a courtyard.”

This unruffled composure of his made Lan Xiaodie feel an unprecedented pressure, as though everything about her was laid bare before him.

He walked over at an unhurried pace and reached toward the deerskin pouch at his waist that ordinary eyes could hardly perceive.

That deerskin pouch looked ordinary, yet who knew how many Martial Arts secrets it concealed, truly a ”hidden dragons and crouching tigers” sort of thing.

Lan Xiaodie’s gaze followed his movements without letup, her heart filled with curiosity and awe, for she could not even see that deerskin pouch.

Yet then, she saw only Shi Feiyang take out from his waist a simple, ancient scripture—it was precisely the Five Poison Scripture.

He held the scripture out to Lan Xiaodie with both hands, his gaze firm and profound, and said, ”Miss Lan, this is the genuine Five Poison Scripture. Take it back. I hope that from now on you will conduct yourself with self‑respect. If you dare commit evil in the Jianghu again, I will not let you off lightly; I will flatten your Five Poison Sect and let you understand the consequences of ’playing with fire and getting burned.’”

His voice was low and powerful, like a great bronze bell resounding through the vast heavens and earth, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Lan Xiaodie’s heart suddenly surged with wild joy, like sweet rain after a long drought.

Her originally dull and lifeless eyes instantly shone with brilliant light, like a withered tree meeting spring and returning to life.

In an instant, her heart filled with gratitude and hope, as though she had glimpsed a ray of dawn in the depths of darkness. That dawn was like a lifeline, granting her the possibility of survival.

Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving violently, her gaze brimming with burning yearning.

She stretched out both hands in haste, those hands trembling slightly like fallen leaves in a late‑autumn wind, as she eagerly received the Five Poison Scripture. She clutched the scripture tightly in both hands, her knuckles whitening from the force, as though she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Immediately afterward, she quickly flipped open the pages, her eyes devouring the text, sweeping over the lines without missing a single character.

As she read deeper, her gaze grew ever brighter, and the expression on her face shifted from initial urgency to mounting excitement. Her cheeks flushed with agitation, like the evening glow on the horizon.

Her heart was already filled with boundless longing for the future, as if she could already see herself, relying on this Five Poison Scripture, rising again in the Jianghu and becoming a hegemon of her era in all her glory.

It was as though she were already standing at the pinnacle of the Jianghu, looking down upon the teeming masses and enjoying the reverence and worship of all under heaven in the Martial Arts world.

Yet just when everyone present was eagerly expecting her to voice her thanks, when even the air was suffused with a faint warmth, her expression suddenly underwent a drastic change.