King of Hundred Victories Saber

The heroes of Xiong Ying were like fierce tigers descending from the mountains, with an aggressive and swift attack, resembling a wild wind scattering fallen leaves or a surging tide, unstoppable in force.

Their weapons gleamed with a chilling light, and each swing carried with it a force of immense power.

The villains of the Old Wolf Stronghold could not withstand this overwhelming assault, and they let out piercing screams.

The screams intertwined, sounding like a mournful dirge, echoing in the space between heaven and earth.

One by one, the villains fell, their bodies twisting, and blood gushing forth from their wounds.

Blood flowed freely on the ground, converging into rivers of crimson, staining the land a shocking red. At a glance, it appeared as an endless sea of blood. The air was thick with the stench of blood, nauseating.

The villains of the Old Wolf Stronghold were nearly annihilated, leaving only a few scrambling in confusion.

They looked terrified, like stray dogs, their figures appearing especially pitiful in the blood-red afterglow of the sunset.

They stumbled away, as if countless evil spirits were chasing them.

After annihilating the villains of the Old Wolf Stronghold, the hearts of the heroes and Xiong Ying disciples were filled with irrepressible joy, like a floodgate bursting open.

They cheered in unison, their voices resounding to the sky.

Some were flushed with excitement, waving their weapons; others had tears glistening in their eyes, embracing each other.

Shi Feiyang stood in front of the crowd, tall and upright like a majestic pine.

He gazed at the scene before him, filled with deep emotion, and slowly said, ”The Jianghu is perilous, villains like wild grass. Eliminating the menace of the Old Wolf Stronghold today is our fortune and a blessing for Jianghu. Yet, the road of Jianghu is long, and we must continue to forge ahead to protect justice and peace in this world.”

Then, Shi Feiyang led the heroes and disciples to mount their horses.

The warhorses neighed, their hooves flying, they were like a black torrent heading straight for the capital of the Naiman Tribe, Wulang City.

In the city, Yili Khan had already received the news and personally led the crowd to welcome them.

Shi Feiyang stepped forward, hands clasped in respect, and said, ”Khan, we have come this time specifically to deliver five hundred thousand taels of silver and a million bushels of grain to the Naiman Tribe, hoping to help you through this tough time and ensure the people’s well-being.”

Yili Khan’s face was full of smiles, his eyes filled with gratitude: ”Grand Squad Leader’s great kindness, the entire Naiman Tribe will remember it. Your act of benevolence earns our utmost admiration.”

The news spread, and over thirty thousand in the Naiman Tribe cheered with joy.

The people spread the news, their faces beaming with happiness.

Everyone had money to share, every household had grain to aid, the tribe was in a festive mood.

The people knelt and bowed towards Yili Khan’s tent, shouting, ”Wise Khan, protecting us all!”

The Tatar Tribe leader Rakshan, along with his son Mahaba and daughter Wulei, were shocked upon hearing the news.

Rakshan furrowed his brows, his expression grave, and said, ”The situation on the grassland has changed drastically overnight; it seems the rise of the Naiman Tribe is unstoppable.” Mahaba also looked worried: ”Father, if we do not plan early, we may fall into trouble.”

Wulei, beside them, had a trace of unwillingness in her eyes: ”Is the Tatar Tribe destined to decline like this?”

After deliberation, Rakshan decided to lead over thirty thousand tribespeople to seek allegiance with the Naiman Tribe and willingly requested to merge into the Naiman Tribe.

In front of the Naiman Tribe’s tent, Rakshan was full of smiles and respectfully said: ”Khan, my Tatar Tribe wishes to sincerely pledge allegiance, hoping you will accept us. I am willing to offer my daughter Wulei to Young Master Shi as a matrimonial alliance.”

Yili Khan slightly frowned, pondering in his heart, but wearing a gentle smile: ”Leader Rakshan, your allegiance will be accepted. However, the matter of marriage must respect Young Master Shi’s wishes and should be discussed over time.”

Subsequently, Yili Khan ordered the confiscation of the Tatar Tribe’s weapons and disbanded their forces.

To appease everyone, he distributed extra money and grain to them.

Though Rakshan was somewhat disappointed, he understood Yili Khan’s intentions and reluctantly accepted.

Amidst a joyous and lively atmosphere, the matter was settled satisfactorily, and tranquility returned to the grassland.

In late autumn, the vast grassland seemed painted with a somber hue by nature’s brush.

The fierce wind galloped across the grassland like a wild horse off its reins, sweeping through with piercing howls.

In the sky, heavy snow fell like goose feathers, blanketing the land with a thick, white coat.

The distant mountains, shrouded in snow, were hazy, like a traditional ink painting.

After the bustling commotion, Wulang City gradually settled back into quiet.

The city lights flickered and swayed in the wind and snow, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Shi Feiyang, Lin Wanqing, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua enjoyed a warm family moment in a large yurt outside the castle.

Inside the yurt, a roaring fire warmed their bodies and hearts.

Shi Feiyang looked at the ladies before him, filled with tenderness, and softly said, ”Though the road of Jianghu is stormy, having you with me is the greatest blessing of my life. The hustle and glory within this castle are but fleeting; only the time spent with you is truly precious.”

The ladies heard his words, their eyes full of love, and they nestled beside Shi Feiyang.