King of Hundred Victories Saber

Her eyebrows stood erect, and it seemed as if fire could spit from her eyes as she angrily cursed, ”Ye Ke’Er, you despicable and shameless wretch, how dare you play such a sly trick before me! Hmph! Today, I, Khan, shall sever your head to rid the world of this menace in order to restore the honor of the Naiman Tribe!”

Her voice was like the sound of war drums, rallying her warriors.

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried a chilling majesty, like a sharp arrow directly aimed at Ye Ke’Er, resonating clearly in the ears of everyone in the noisy council hall.

Her voice, just like her sword, was incredibly sharp, piercing straight at the enemy’s heart.

At that moment, with a swift ”swish,” she drew her sword from its sheath, the blade sparkling under the sun like a silver lightning bolt cleaving the sky. With a light tap of her feet, she moved with the grace of a nimble swallow, swooping instantly towards Ye Ke’Er and Tie Tie Zhen.

Her movements, like her sword, were as quick as lightning, making it impossible to catch.

At that moment, she wore a brand-new prairie-style outfit, a robe meticulously crafted from superior sheepskin, embroidered with exquisite golden patterns that glistened in the sunlight.

This robe not only showcased her respect and love for prairie culture but also highlighted her noble status as the tribal leader.

Around her waist was a wide leather belt inlaid with a large gemstone, accentuating her slender waist, making her stance appear more elegant and poised. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, like blooming flowers on the prairie. On her head, she wore a delicate leather hat, with colorful threads dangling from the brim, gently brushing her fair, jade-like face, adding a touch of allure.

The leather hat not only added a playful touch to her but also made her appear more lively, like an elf of the prairie.

This attire not only accentuated her beauty but also underscored her nobility and authority as the tribal leader.

Standing there, she resembled a blossoming flower on the prairie, beautiful yet powerful, commanding respect.

Yili unleashed a move from the Hengshan Sect’s ”Cloud Mist Swordsmanship” called ”Shrouded in Clouds and Mist.”

She moved unpredictably, like a wisp of gentle smoke, weaving freely between Ye Ke’Er and Tie Tie Zhen. Her actions were light and fast, making it difficult to grasp her next move.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite beyond compare, with layers upon layers of sword shadows, enveloping others in a misty cloud, rendering her sword path elusive.

Every swing of her sword seemed to leave a faint trace in the air, mesmerizing people with her dance-like swordplay.

Her sword moves appeared light and graceful, like a gentle breeze against the face, yet concealed a hidden killing intent.

Each sweep of the blade carried a fierce Sword Qi, slicing the air into fragments with a ”hissing” sound.

Witnessing this, Ye Ke’Er and Tie Tie Zhen were greatly alarmed. They had encountered many martial experts in tribal skirmishes, but never had they seen such exquisite swordsmanship. Their eyes filled with astonishment.

The two quickly wielded their long knives, trying to fend off Yili’s attack. However, Yili’s swordsmanship was like flowing clouds and water, ever-changing. Her sword moves were always unexpected, making it hard to predict her next maneuver.

Her sword shadows were at times misty and intangible, hard to capture; at others, they were as swift and fierce as lightning, impossible to defend against. Ye Ke’Er felt a blur before him, shrouded in a layer of mist, unable to clearly see Yili’s sword path.

He could only rely on instinct and experience, struggling to fend off the storm-like assault.

Suddenly, Yili spun around like a blooming flower swaying in the wind.

The blade in her hand, like a silver rainbow, carrying immense force, sliced under Ye Ke’Er’s ribs. This sword strike was as fast as lightning and incredibly precise, causing Ye Ke’Er to feel a chill, realizing he had been defeated.

Accompanied by a ”puff,” blood splattered like a fountain, akin to blood-red fireworks blooming in the night sky.

A deep wound gaped open on Ye Ke’Er’s body, his viscera spilling out, and he emitted a shrill wail like an injured beast, full of pain and despair.

His eyes were filled with fear and hopelessness, his body tottering, about to fall at any moment.

Finally, he collapsed heavily to the ground, struggling painfully in a pool of blood, attempting to grasp the last thread of hope for survival, but all was in vain.

After a while, he breathed his last, dying with his eyes open, refusing to close.

Tie Tie Zhen, witnessing his father’s tragic death, felt as if a sharp blade pierced his heart, sorrow crashing over him like a surging tide, almost drowning him completely. His eyes instantly turned red, blazing with two flames like a furious beast, roaring from the depths of his throat, and he charged at Yili with his knife.

Seeing Tie Tie Zhen’s state, Yili’s lips curved up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

That smile was like the frost of winter, full of contempt and disdain, mocking Tie Tie Zhen’s overreach and blind impulsiveness.

Her long sword gently trembled, the blade buzzing, akin to the sound of a dragon’s roar, as she unleashed the ultimate move of ”Cloud Mist Swordsmanship,” ”Clouds Parting to Reveal the Sun.” This strike, as fast as lightning, was accompanied by an elegant rhythm, seemingly proclaiming Tie Tie Zhen’s ignorance and impending despair.