King of Hundred Victories Saber

The soul-freezing cold seemed capable of freezing one’s very spirit, making anyone standing on this wind-swept Salt Road feel a bone-chilling coldness.

In an instant, the blades surged and spread in all directions, akin to countless silver lightning bolts carrying world-ending power, furiously slashing, chopping, and sweeping toward the brothers Li Yebu, Li Shenbo, and Li Zhibo.

Where the blade energy passed, the dust on the ground seemed to be swept up by an invisible giant hand, instantly forming small dust storms, with sand and stones flying about, obscuring the sky.

Amidst the dust storm, endless power and murderous intent are wrapped within.

With several thunderous crashes akin to heaven-shaking thunderclaps suddenly exploding on this wind-swept Salt Road, the sounds were particularly piercing, making everyone’s eardrums ache. Li Yebu was the first to be struck by an extremely fierce blade energy that felt like the world-destroying blade wielded by an Ancient Demon God, descending with the force of thunder.

Li Yebu only saw a flash of cold light before a majestic and irresistible power enveloped him.

Before he could let out a scream, his head was sliced off like an overripe fruit, forcibly separated.

In an instant, a fountain-like gush of blood erupted from the severed neck, carving a shocking line of blood through the air. Against the ink-black sky, that line seemed like a river of blood from Hell, especially horrifying.

Li Shenbo could not escape this fatal fate either. A blade energy, wrapped in boundless power and as swift as lightning, slashed precisely at his body. This blade energy bore the might to destroy all things in the world with ease.

With a ”crack,” his upper and lower halves separated instantly, falling heavily like two chunks of deadwood.

His innards, like a tangled mass of thread, scattered on the ground, emitting a nauseating odour.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with dust and wild wind, like an invisible web of death.

Li Zhibo was mercilessly slashed in the chest and abdomen by a blade energy.

The blade energy seemed like a ghastly blade from the Nine Netherworld, instantly tearing a massive gash in his abdomen.

His intestines slowly spilled out through the wound, like a writhing pile of worms. His cry was chilling and despairing, as if a demon’s wail from the depths of Hell, echoing on the wind-swept Salt Road, sending shivers down the spine.

He frantically tried to push his innards back in with his hands, but all was in vain.

His eyes were filled with terror and reluctance, and after swaying a few times, he too fell to the ground, dead on the spot.

The bodies of the three brothers and their separated heads hit the ground with a dull thud, as if Death himself was tolling a bell.

The scarlet blood quickly spread across the cold ground, mixing with dust and other blood, forming a shocking bloody mire.

In this mire, the passage of life and the cruel remnants of a bloody battle were mixed.

At this time, the Salt Road was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, and the wild wind still howled.

The wind seemed to carry the resentful spirits of the dead and the wailing of the wounded, making one’s blood freeze in dread.

Trapped within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, Li Yuanbo watched the bloody scene with a face full of fear and despair, his eyes hollow and empty.

His soul had been yanked from his body by the horrific scene, leaving just a lifeless shell.

His struggle gradually weakened, like a lamb to the slaughter, helpless to the whims of fate, devoid of his previous arrogance and ferocity; now, he was merely a pitiable wretch trembling on the edge of death.

Xie Wen saw this, gave a cold snort, and a decisive light flashed in his eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky with irresistible force. He exerted great force with his hands, arms full of taut muscles, seemingly carrying enormous strength, throwing Li Yuanbo down from a great height.

With a loud ”boom,” it was as if a boulder had fallen to the ground or a heavy hammer had struck the hearts of those present.

Li Yuanbo landed with his body broken, bleeding from all orifices, dead as a doornail.

His body lay in the bloody mire, motionless, like a cold stone.

On the Salt Road, all was silent, with only the howling wind as if narrating the thrilling bloody battle to the world.

The wind wailed as if recalling the tragic scenes just witnessed.

Changwei led his daughter Chang Bin, son-in-law Li Ye, and a group of injured Escort Masters, running over hastily.

Their steps were rapid and heavy, full of endless anxiety and worry.

Guo Xiangyu smiled as she introduced on the side: ”Elder Chang, this is the famous Shi Feiyang, Grand Squad Leader of the Heroic Sakura Association within Jianghu. However, since we are disguised to investigate some case leads, to avoid drawing attention, we temporarily address him as Young Master Shi.”

Her voice was very low, and only a few, including Changwei, could hear it amidst the wild wind.

Changwei’s face was filled with gratitude, tears shimmering in his eyes, reflecting both the relief of surviving and profound gratitude towards Shi Feiyang.

He stepped forward, bowing deeply to Shi Feiyang, his demeanor solemn, his tone earnest as he said, ”Young Master Shi, if not for your righteous intervention today, my Changwei Escort Agency would likely have been completely wiped out. This great kindness, I, Chang, will never forget. Having roamed Jianghu for half a lifetime, weathering storms and seeing countless heroes and kin, I have never met someone with such chivalrous heart as you. Your noble act is like a bright lamp in the darkest night, illuminating our path forward. Words are not enough to express my gratitude for your lifesaving grace, Young Master.”