King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Xiong nodded and said, ”Yes, Sister Guo, thanks to you, otherwise my back would have been opened like a flower. Your quick wits, Sister Guo, have my utmost admiration!”

Guo Xiangyu smiled slightly, her smile like flowers in bloom on a spring day, beautiful and charming, and said, ”Hero Xie, Xiaoxiongzi, you flatter me. We are here to gather intelligence together, and naturally, we should watch out for each other. Traversing the Jianghu, we must advance hand in hand to face many dangers.” After a short rest, the three continued forward. They followed a hidden path to the depths of a valley.

There, in the valley, stood a massive warehouse, heavily guarded with numerous sentries.

Those guards were clad in black uniforms, holding long spears, their gaze alert, like a pack of well-trained hounds.

The three quietly sneaked near the warehouse, peered through the window, and saw the warehouse filled with bags of salt, with some people in strange and colorful outfits busily working.

Their attire was peculiar, colorful, with hats of various shapes atop their heads, clearly not people from the Central Plains.

Guo Xiangyu whispered, ”It seems this is where they are hoarding the salt. This Hake tribe conspires with the forces of the Western Regions, intending to monopolize Ningxia’s salt resources with sinister intentions. Their actions cause much suffering for the people of Ningxia!”

At this moment, a guard seemed to notice something unusual and walked toward their hiding place.

The guard’s footsteps were steady, his eyes sharp, and he firmly grasped his long spear, ready to strike at any moment.

Shi Xiong tightened his grip on his treasure sword, ready to act. A fierce look gleamed in his eyes, like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey.

Guo Xiangyu quickly stopped him, whispering, ”Don’t be rash, watch me.”

She took a stone from her bosom and threw it into the distance.

With a ”pop,” the crisp sound of the stone hitting the ground echoed sharply in the silent valley.

Dust rose where the stone landed.

The guard turned towards the direction of the sound, hurrying as if he had found an important clue.

The three took the opportunity to quietly infiltrate the warehouse, carefully examining the situation inside.

However, their actions were discovered.

Someone started shouting sharply and shrilly, echoing through the warehouse like the wails of ghosts and wolves.

A group of guards, armed, converged on them.

The guards’ expressions were fierce, their eyes murderous, weapons in hand glinting with cold light.

Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Guo Xiangyu stood back to back, ready for battle.

Guo Xiangyu’s beautiful eyes widened, her short knife flashing coldly, and she said, ”Even if we must risk our lives today, we must uncover this secret! We cannot let these villains succeed; we must seek justice for the people of Ningxia!”

With that, she was the first to charge at the enemy.

Her figure was light and nimble, like a swift swallow, her short knife danced in her hand, flashing coldly, each movement fierce and sharp. In the salt-filled warehouse, Xie Wen, Shi Xiong, and Guo Xiangyu were surrounded by a tide of guards.

All around were coldly glinting weapons, the shouts of battle were deafening, as if trying to shatter one’s soul.

The bloody scent hung like a dense shadow, heavily weighing on everyone’s heart, nearly suffocating them. That bloody smell, mixed with the scent of rust and death’s stench, wantonly spread in the enclosed warehouse.

Guo Xiangyu’s eyes flashed swiftly around, spotting a corner of the warehouse piled with sacks, and an idea came to her mind.

She lowered her voice, rapid yet steady, and said, ”Gentlemen, let us move towards that pile of sacks, use them to block the enemies’ assault, and then find a chance to break through! This is our best option now, we must not panic!”

Xie Wen and Shi Xiong understood, and the three backed each other up, waving their weapons to fend off the wolf-like guards while slowly moving towards the pile of sacks.

Shi Xiong’s treasure sword swung with vigor, each stroke carrying the Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking force, forcing the enemies to keep their distance.

He unleashed a move from the ”Thirteen Life-taking Swords” called ”God Slaying Buddha Destruction,” his treasure sword like a meteor slicing through the night sky, aiming straight at the enemy’s throat, making them dodge in alarm.

Xie Wen wielded his soft sword with exquisite Swordsmanship, his moves fluid and unpredictable, like a Spiritual Snake emerging from its lair, occasionally hitting vital points of the enemy. He executed the ”Qingfeng Swordsmanship,” his sword momentum gentle yet hiding lethal intentions, each stroke like a breeze, yet causing harm impossibly.

Finally, they retreated to the side of the stack of sacks, swiftly hiding behind it. The guards, seeing this, charged forward shouting but were obstructed by the sacks, instantly thrown into chaos. Guo Xiangyu seized the opportunity, retrieving a handful of specially made plum blossom darts from her bosom, and with a flick of her wrist, the darts shot like meteors towards the densest cluster of enemies.

Only to hear several cries of agony as a number of guards fell, struck by the darts, blood splattering, appearing particularly glaring under the dim warehouse light.

The plum blossom darts, shaped like plum blossoms, gleamed with cold light, the dart tips coated with deadly poison, ensuring death or injury once hit. The guards struck by the darts covered their wounds, moaning in pain, blood gushing through their fingers, pooling into puddles on the ground.

At this moment, a burly guard wielding a large saber came rushing forward, roaring.

His saber swung with great force, the sound of the blade cutting through the air howling aggressively.