King of Hundred Victories Saber

Qi Yin sat on the Sect Leader’s throne, a throne that seemed to be a menacing beast growing from the abyss of darkness, exuding a chilling aura. He resembled a statue cast in ice, emanating an awe-inspiring majesty that demanded respect.

The black robe he wore was akin to flowing ink, profound and mysterious, with golden enigmatic runes glimmering more eerily under the dim light, reminiscent of a demon’s eyes, cheering for the impending slaughter.

He snorted coldly, a sound as if it came from the very depths of Hell Abyss, carrying endless coldness and arrogance: ”Hmph, this Shi Feiyang, before the many masters of my Holy Sect, is no more than a clay chicken and pottery dog, not worth a strike. Dare he flaunt his little skills in front of me? It’s simply overestimating himself. To deal with such petty characters, there’s no need for this Sect Leader to personally make a move. Under my command, experts are as numerous as clouds; dispatching any one of them is enough to cast him aside, showing him the might of my Western Holy Sect. However, the Xu Fu Immortal Pill and the Holy Heart Technique are exactly what I must obtain. Such peerless treasures should only be possessed by my Western Holy Sect. Once I obtain them, I shall make the entire Jianghu tremble beneath the feet of my Holy Sect, becoming our vassals!”

There was a hint of extreme arrogance in his cold smile.

That smile was like frost in the depths of winter, cold and cruel, yet a trace of gravity flashed in his eyes, barely perceptible.

In truth, Qi Yin’s heart at that moment was surging tumultuously, like a stormy sea, with waves crashing tumultuously, hard to calm.

These days, he had been secretly dispatching his capable subordinates, sparing no expense to gather information on Shi Feiyang, knowing full well that this man was unparalleled in martial arts and intelligence, by no means an ordinary person, truly a formidable enemy on his road to dominating the Jianghu.

But as the Sect Leader of the Western Holy Sect, in front of these newly aligned Jianghu people, he had to display a demeanor of being on a higher plane, fearless, in order to maintain his majesty and the sect’s reputation.

He was secretly planning in his heart how he could completely defeat Shi Feiyang, seize those two peerless treasures, elevate the strength of the Holy Sect to a new level, becoming a hegemon in Jianghu that none dare offend.

To test how powerful Shi Feiyang’s martial arts truly were, Qi Yin pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and majestic, like a great bell tolling, resounding in this eerie hideout like an irresistible Holy Decree: ”Defender of the Faith, ’Poison Heart Saint Hand’ Ancient Wood, heed my order. You are to immediately lead several Incense Altar Masters, alongside Zhong Renwang and others, to attack Shi Feiyang and the Northwest Salt Gang. Remember, this Sect Leader wants to see if Shi Feiyang is indeed as formidable as the rumors say. This operation must succeed, and not fail; otherwise, bring your head back to see me!”

Ancient Wood, tall and imposing like a towering iceberg, emanating a cold and murderous aura.

His face was stern, like ice a thousand years unmelting, devoid of any warmth. Wearing a black robe, with red eerie patterns embroidered on it, in the dim light, those patterns seemed alive, twisting and leaping, appearing particularly sinister and terrifying.

He cupped his fists, his voice low and powerful, like a rumble from within the earth: ”I obey the Sect Leader’s command!” With those words, he turned and, with several Incense Altar Masters, walked briskly out of the hideout. Their figures looked particularly elongated in the moonlight, like a group of messengers from Hell, emanating an aura of death, about to embark on a bloody slaughter feast.

Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and others watched as Defender of the Faith Ancient Wood accepted the order and departed, not daring to delay for a moment. They hurriedly rose, like wolves catching the scent of blood, their eyes gleaming with greed and excitement, closely following behind.

On their faces, there was a hint of twisted excitement and eager anticipation.

Their expressions seemed as if they had already witnessed Shi Feiyang, decapitated, lying in a pool of blood.

Xie Zhichuan’s lips curled upwards slightly, revealing a cruel smile, akin to a venomous serpent spitting its tongue, cold and lethal, as if he had already seen the moment his Thirteen Life-taking Swords pierced through Shi Feiyang’s body, blood splattering, and Shi Feiyang falling with a wretched scream.

He thought to himself, ”This Shi Feiyang, despite being highly skilled in martial arts, tonight, with the help of Western Holy Sect’s experts, Shi Feiyang under my fierce swordsmanship must surely turn into a cold corpse. Heh heh, tonight will be his day of death, and the fame of my Xie Zhichuan will spread throughout the entire Jianghu come tomorrow!”

Dugu Yan’s eyes were cold, like an everlasting iceberg, the treasure sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if eager to drink blood and slay enemies. Though his face was expressionless, his heart was already boiling, eager to display his skills in this bloody battle, to show the world the might of his Mingjian Manor. In his mind, he silently recited: ”Shi Feiyang, tonight, in front of the many experts of the Western Holy Sect, you’re considered to have hit the worst luck. This treasure sword of mine, don’t know how many experts’ blood it has drunk, tonight, I’m going to use you to sacrifice the sword, making you repay the lives of my five sons!”

He followed Zhong Renwang around the Jianghu all day long, still unaware that his sixth son had also been butchered by Shi Feiyang, and even Mingjian Manor had turned into ruins.

Zhong Renwang’s face was flushed, breathing heavily, greed and desire burning in his eyes like two raging fires, wanting to devour everything. He was calculating in his mind: ”As long as Shi Feiyang dies, that Xu Fu Immortal Pill and Holy Heart Technique would belong to the Sect Leader, and I, as a contributor who has defected to the Holy Sect, will surely gain the Sect Leader’s important consideration. By then, wealth, power, all within reach. Ha ha, I, Zhong Renwang, am about to reach the pinnacle of success!” Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, Li Wuduo, and Blood Venerable, at the time of departure, exchanged a glance with each other.