King of Hundred Victories Saber

Under the rays of the rising sun, the courtyard of Mingjian Manor should have exuded tranquility and harmony, the sunlight gently spreading over the blue stone floor, draping the surrounding scene in a golden veil. However, this peace was instantly shattered by a sudden upheaval.

Only to see Li Yuannai, Li Yuanshun, Li Yuanjun, Li Yuanji, Li Yuanyou and other swordsmen, all with panicked expressions, stumbling hurriedly toward here.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their bodies, outlining their sorry figures, hair disheveled, wildly fluttering, as if they just survived a fierce battle, struggling out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood like trapped beasts.

Li Yuannai was even more flustered, rushing up to Dugu Chang in just a few steps.

His breath was chaotic, his voice urgent and trembling, like a flickering candle in the cold wind, on the verge of being extinguished, full of undisguisable terror: ”Young Master, a great disaster is upon us! That Yang Hui is indeed Shi Feiyang, the one with a blood-deep vendetta for killing your five brothers! Young Master, look, this is the Green Forest Order issued by the Beggar Gang, the person depicted on it looks just like Yang Hui! Rumors say, he carries Xu Fu’s Immortal Pill and the Holy Heart Technique. Young Master, if we can kill Shi Feiyang, seize these rare treasures, we can embark on that long-cherished path to immortality, and roam the Jianghu endlessly!”

Saying so, he handed the portrait to Dugu Chang with both hands, trembling violently with excitement, as if he was holding not just a portrait, but the rare key that could open the door to immortality and limitless power.

As Dugu Chang heard Li Yuannai’s words, the whole person seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning, instantly frozen to the spot.

His eyes widened abruptly, filled with incredulous disbelief, like two pearls about to pop out, staring at Li Yuannai, as if trying to discern a hint of jest from his face.

However, Li Yuannai’s tense, trembling face and eager eyes forced him to accept this brutal reality.

Dugu Chang’s breathing suddenly became rapid, his chest heaving violently, making heavy panting sounds, like a beast on the brink of extinction. The veins on his forehead bulged, like twisting snakes, sweat beaded like beans, rolling down his rage-red face, dripping onto the blue stone beneath his feet.

”What? What did you say?!” Finally, Dugu Chang screamed, his voice sharp and shrill, like the despairing screech of an owl in the dead of the wasteland, laced with endless shock and anger, shattering the once peaceful morning air, echoing in the courtyard of Mingjian Manor, startling surrounding birds into frantic flight.

This shout drained all his strength, and after shouting, his throat felt as if it were ablaze, dry and painful.

His hands instinctively clenched into fists, knuckles turning white from exertion, the muscles in his arms tight and trembling slightly.

Suddenly, like a maddened beast, he reached out as quick as lightning, snatching the portrait from Li Yuannai’s hands.

Due to excessive urgency and force, accompanied by a crisp tearing sound, the portrait was torn in half.

Yet he seemed unaware, eyes wide open, bloodshot, staring hard at the torn portrait, eyes filled with deep-seated hatred towards Shi Feiyang, regret for being kept in the dark, and the pain of missing out on Xu Fu’s Immortal Pill and the Holy Heart Technique, such rare treasures.

At this moment, his heart felt as if gnawed by countless ants, pain and anger entwining, almost driving him insane.

”It really is him! That Shi Feiyang, that damned bastard!” he first murmured, his voice carrying a chilling coldness, as if originating from the Nine Nether Hell. Shortly afterwards, this murmur turned into an angry roar, akin to the ancient primordial beast’s bellow, shaking the surrounding air, slightly stirring the dust on the ground, causing the manor’s doors and windows to hum loudly.

The leaves on the trees rustled down, even nature trembled at his wrath, ”Today, I must make him pay with blood, tear him limb from limb, avenging my five brothers!” He howled, waving the half portrait in hand, his body swaying violently with fury, almost collapsing, but sustaining himself with sheer hatred, standing firm.

Then, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. However, the flames of hatred burned fiercely within his heart, showing no signs of diminishing. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes flashing with lethal intent, like ghost fire in the cold night.

He reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist, drawing it with a ”zing” sound.

The treasure sword gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, mirroring his heart filled with hatred and greed.

The sword blade vibrated slightly, either excited for the impending slaughter or resonating with the endless killing intent in its master’s heart.

Dugu Chang gripped the treasure sword tightly, applying slight force, pointing the tip towards the sky, declaring his determination for revenge against Shi Feiyang, and swearing to the heavens, he would put Shi Feiyang to death today.

Li Yuanxiu on the side, hearing this, also became anxiously urgent, his face full of worry, hurriedly saying: ”Young Master, I will now gather the experts within the manor, to shred that wicked villain to pieces!”

Without waiting for Dugu Chang’s response, he turned and rushed off like an arrow leaving the string, shouting along the way: ”Everyone, come quickly! Yang Hui is Shi Feiyang, the murderer of the five Young Masters! Let’s join hands to kill this villain, seizing the Xu Fu Immortal Pill and the Holy Heart Technique — such treasures for all to share!”