King of Hundred Victories Saber

Immediately, he circulated the robust True Qi within his body, executing the renowned ”Great Shift of Heaven and Earth” Divine Skill that commands respect in the Jianghu.

His hands moved like phantoms, fluid and powerful, carrying with them an indescribable rhythm. In the center of his palms, a faint golden glow emerged, as if stemming from an ancient, mysterious force, exuding immense deterrence, as though it could drive away all darkness of the world.

With his movements, the tightly sealed stone door slowly trembled, emitting a deep rumble, akin to the angry roar of an ancient beast awakening from slumber. Dust fell from the stone door, cascading down like stars in the golden glow.

The stone door slowly opened, releasing a wave of old and decayed air, as if unveiling a history long sealed in dust.

Shi Feiyang fixed his gaze, discovering a vast cave behind the secret chamber.

Inside the cave, light and shadows danced, imbued with a mysterious aura.

Heaps of money and grain came into view, sacks of provisions neatly stacked like an array of soldiers ready for battle, showcasing the former grandeur of Mingjian Manor.

Chests of gold, silver, and jewels glittered with dazzling light, a radiance piercing to the eyes, narrating the allure of wealth.

On the weapon racks stood various arms; swords, spears, halberds, and poles gleamed with a cold light, as if whispering of past slaughters and conflicts; there were also countless bows and hidden weapons, whose arrowheads and tips flickered with a chilling intent to kill, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Shi Feiyang felt a surge of joy in his heart, a barely noticeable gleam flickering in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he swiftly extracted an inconspicuous deerskin bag from his waist. This seemingly ordinary bag, though coarse and dull in appearance, contained magical power, possessing limitless space.

Shi Feiyang channeled True Qi, injecting that magical power into the deerskin bag.

Instantly, the mouth of the bag opened slowly, like a greedy giant mouth, emitting a powerful suction force.

Money, provisions, and weapons flew up one by one, tracing arcs through the air, drawn toward the deerskin bag as though by an invisible force. Sacks of grain, chests of treasure, weapons funneled continuously into the bag.

The scene was like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, with majestic momentum.

Standing aside, Shi Feiyang watched the deerskin bag with focused, steadfast eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his face, his lips curving slightly upward, the smile imbued with confidence and pride.

Silently he thought, ”Once these resources and weapons are entirely taken away, Mingjian Manor will be severely wounded, like a tree with severed roots, no longer able to threaten me. Thus, in the Jianghu, one less adversary remains for me, Shi Feiyang.” In this secret chamber, Shi Feiyang methodically carried out his strategy of ”removing the firewood from under the cauldron.” Meanwhile, the chaos persisted within Mingjian Manor, with shouts of battle and the sound of footsteps intertwining. Dugu Chang, Li Yuannai, and Li Yuanshun remained unaware of Shi Feiyang’s crucial attack on their foundation, still frantically searching for Shi Feiyang’s whereabouts like headless flies.

In the sky, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen utilized the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique,” his body as light as the wind-blown willow catkins, ethereal like wisps of smoke, freely darting amongst the blue skies and white clouds.

He held Guo Xiangyu securely with one hand and tightly grasped Shi Xiong with the other, rapidly traversing the heights.

At this moment, the sky was a pure blue, clouds drifted like soft cotton candy, pristine and flawless, imparting a sense of tranquility and peace.

Yet below, the bloodshed and chaos within Mingjian Manor sharply contrasted this serene sky. Dust filled the air, shouts and clashes resounded, and blades and swords flickered amidst the turmoil.

Xie Wen’s face was grave, like covered in a layer of frost, his gaze sharp as a torch.

While attentively observing the commotion below, he calmly explained to the two with a steady, forceful voice, akin to a bell ringing by their ears: ”Do not act rashly; how could our Grand Squad Leader be in trouble? Since the founding of the Heroic Sakura Association, it has weathered countless battles, experiencing dark and treacherous times, when has anyone been able to bring down the Grand Squad Leader? The Grand Squad Leader’s divine power is vast, his strategy unparalleled, not something petty men can easily plot against. Look, even Dugu Chang and his men are blindly searching the manor like headless flies, unable to even capture Elder Chief Chang. Clearly, this matter was anticipated, and the Grand Squad Leader along with Elder Chief Chang have likely foreseen it and left quietly. We need only remain calm, trust that the Grand Squad Leader will surely turn peril into peace.”

His gaze was firm, reflecting absolute trust in Shi Feiyang, and in this chaotic moment, his words acted as a calming pill, soothing the taut nerves of Guo Xiangyu and Shi Xiong.

Hearing this, Shi Xiong’s tense body relaxed slightly, his tightly clenched fists slowly loosening.

He gazed down at the chaotic Mingjian Manor below, the anxiety in his eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by a touch of relief.

He nodded heavily, silently thinking, ”Hero Xie’s words ring true, the Grand Squad Leader’s divine power is vast, how could he easily fall into enemy hands. I just need to follow Hero Xie’s arrangements and not panic.”

However, Guo Xiangyu remained deeply engulfed in worry, half convinced and half skeptical. Her eyes, as beautiful as the stars, flickered, shimmering with concern that could not be dispelled. At this moment, she seemed trapped in a terrible nightmare, unable to extricate herself.