King of Hundred Victories Saber

Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding the supplies, preparing rigorously with Shi Feiyang’s ninety guards.

At this moment, the world seemed to be completely shrouded in a veil of darkness, the cries of battle shook the heavens and the earth, as if to tear apart the sky.

Smoke rolled and spread, a pungent smell like thick fog filled every inch of the air, the scene of slaughter before their eyes was like Human Purgatory, exuding a deathly aura that chilled the heart.

Miao Menlong’s expression was as frosty stern, his eyes as sharp as the most acute hawk in the cold night, revealing a penetrating insight. His strong bow was drawn like a full moon, the bowstring taut, emitting a faint trembling hum, with the sharp arrow steadily perched, ready to release.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted, tightly locking onto a beautiful and fierce woman rushing madly with a sword.

Though this woman was of the fairer sex, her entire being exuded a seductive and fierce aura.

Her steps were light yet carried an eerie rhythm, each step seemed to create an invisible black hole in the ground. Her long sword glimmered with a cold and ghostly gleam, and wisps of evil seemed to entwine around the blade, clearly a highly troublesome character from the Maitreya Sect.

Miao Menlong felt no fear, instead, an intense fighting spirit surged within him.

That fighting spirit was like a blazing flame, instantly igniting his entire body.

He secretly wielded his profound Inner Strength, the True Qi at his Dantian surging like tumultuous waves crashing against the shore. He bellowed mightily: ”Enchantress, your life is mine! Today is your death day, you rogue beast that plagues Jianghu!”

This roar, like a bell, thundered like a bolt from the blue, causing the surrounding air to quake, even the earth’s dust was lifted high, forming a hazy dust mist.

He then lightly released his fingers, the sharp arrow shot forth like a meteor chasing the moon, with a piercing shriek of breaking through the air, it instantly pierced the chest of the enchanting woman like a bolt of black lightning. Miao Menlong’s archery was exceptional; he showed no mercy to these Maitreya Sect women who plagued Jianghu, with only one belief in his heart: to eliminate evil and uphold justice.

The enchanting woman widened her eyes, filled with disbelief, seemingly never anticipating her end would come here until her final moments. Her lips trembled slightly, wanting to speak, but ultimately only spat a mouthful of blood.

The blood traced an arc in the air, scattering on the ground, the crimson blood stains shocking to behold.

She slowly collapsed, her body convulsed a few times on the ground before falling still, life extinguished.

Having succeeded, Miao Menlong hesitated not for a moment, moving like a precise killing machine. He swiftly took three more arrows, with fluid motions swiftly strung them. He took a deep breath, his breath steady and prolonged, channeling all his Inner Strength to his arms.

He let out a low cry: ”Witness my Linked Arrows! Today, none of you fiends shall return!”

The three arrows shot out simultaneously, like three black rainbows, tracing three lethal arcs in the air.

This Linked Arrows skill’s power was terrifying, catching three seductive women off guard, striking their vital spots. They let out dreadful cries, shrieks like the wails of night owls, filled with despair and agony, echoing in this blood-soaked world, spine-chilling to hear.

They fell dead one after another, blood spreading beneath them, dyeing the surrounding land red as if a sea of blood blossomed, the ground soaked in blood became muddy.

Shan Zhi stood aside, witnessing Miao Menlong’s magnificent prowess, a heroic spirit surged within his heart, his blood boiling like molten lava within his chest.

He snorted coldly: ”Good indeed, Younger Brother Miao, your archery is exquisite, let me show a trick too! Let these thieves know the might of Shan Zhi!” Saying this, his wrist shook sharply, several plum-blossom darts flew out of his hands like Hidden Weapons. These plum-blossom darts traced uncanny arcs in the air, like meteors flickering in the night sky, yet carrying deadly danger.

The shadows of the darts flickered, precisely hitting some Daoists. The struck Daoists screeched wretchedly, their cries were hauntingly shrill, as if possessed by Hell’s evil spirits.

They fell one after another, some clutching their wounds with both hands, with blood like a spring gushing from between their fingers; they writhed and struggled in agony on the ground, their bodies twisting into eerie shapes, leaving streaks of alarming blood marks on the muddy ground; others died directly on the spot, their bodies lying on the ground, deathly horrific, the scene exceedingly bloody, as if a picture of human catastrophe.

Seeing this, those Daoists were startled, faces showing fear and panic.

Already knowing the formidable skill of Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi, they swiftly and urgently organized the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array, circling menacingly towards Shan Zhi and Miao Menlong like a tidal wave. Their figures moved, stepping in the enigmatic Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces positions, each movement carrying an invisible pressure, the longswords in their hands gleamed coldly, their coordination seamless, like a tight-knit combat machine.

Where the Sword Array reached, even the air seemed compressed to emit a ”zizz” sound. Shan Zhi remained calm and composed as if Mount Tai crumbled before him without changing his expression. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as he showcased his ”Blossoms in the Rain” technique.

Only to see his plum-blossom darts scatter like celestial flowers toward the Ghost Shadow Nine Palaces Sword Array, dart shadows densely packed, appearing like a silver storm, overwhelming and surging towards the Daoists.