King of Hundred Victories Saber

Every turn left a translucent imprint in the void; these were the remnants of the collision between the Bright Jade Technique and the Blood Demon’s power. In Xue Qiuchun’s eyes, it was a symbol of Shi Feiyang’s strength, and it demonstrated his guardianship to everyone.

The members of the Western Holy Sect pursued relentlessly, only to see Shi Feiyang suddenly turn in mid-air and fling out three blood-tempered silver needles.

Where the silver needles went, the blood mist twisted and dodged as if alive—this was the finger technique ”Dragon Wanders the Void” from the Divine Dragon Claw.

Xue Qiuchun gazed at Shi Feiyang’s graceful figure, filled with admiration and affection in her heart: ”Young Master Shi, you are truly amazing! No matter how dangerous the situation, you can turn peril into safety.”

As everyone looked again, four white shadows had merged into the lunar halo, leaving only chaos and lingering blood in the cold moonlight, recounting this thrilling battle. And Xue Qiuchun, filled with concern and love for Shi Feiyang, knew that no matter how many dangers lay ahead, she would face them with Shi Feiyang. Because in her heart, Shi Feiyang was her everything, the person she was willing to protect with her life.

The north wind was like sharp steel blades, carrying a pungent smell as it swept over the scarred burnt earth.

Zhong Renwang let out a ”thud,” collapsing prostrate, his knees heavily striking the blood pool mixed with broken bones, splattering blood droplets all over his face.

Like a maggot, he squirmed forward, leaving a long streak with his forehead in the dark red mud, clawing at the ground with his hands, finger tips deeply embedding in the soil, almost pressing his whole body into the bloody land.

When he finally managed to lift his head, his mouth stretched to the base of his ears, forming a flattering smile that pushed the wrinkles around his eyes into ridged furrows, eyes shining with sycophantic light, his voice shrill and trembling: ”Sect Leader! Your ’Blood Demon Great Technique’ when deployed, the sun and moon dimmed, and the world turned upside down! Shi Feiyang saw your divine might and fled as if his legs cramped, clutching his head like a scurrying rodent. If it weren’t for Sect Leader’s thunderous rescue, we would surely have perished in this Xiuluo Scene tonight!”

After speaking, he even made a point to rub his face forcefully against the ground, much like a slavish dog demonstrating loyalty.

Xie Zhichuan’s eyes filled with urgency and flattery, taking three steps in two, heedless of the blood streaks his knees left on sharp stones. Supporting himself with his hands, he kneeled forward with his butt raised. The jade pendant at his waist swung with his movements, occasionally knocking against rocks with a crisp sound, while golden sore medicine hidden in his sleeves spilled along the way, blending with blood to paint the ground in eerie colors.

He shrilled in a piercing voice, echoing in the empty valley, startling several circling vultures: ”Indeed! Indeed! Sect Leader’s move ’Blood Prison Devouring Heaven’ is truly earth-shattering and ghost-weeping! Shi Feiyang usually boasts of being the righteous leader, yet before Sect Leader, he’s no more than a paper tiger, easily defeated! I saw him fleeing like a wretched scene, even worse than those rogues chased across mountains in the past!”

While speaking, he kept wiping saliva flowing from excitement at his mouth.

Dugu yan had a sickly flush on his paper-white face, gently twirling a strand of hair with orchid fingers, swaying with small steps forward. His yin-lean after self-eunuching was on full display, lightly stroking the longsword at his waist with lacquered nails, producing a tooth-grinding scraping sound. Giggling, his voice sharp and thin: ”Under Sect Leader’s divine might, Shi Feiyang’s frantic escape reminded me of the famed orthodox sect trembling before Sect Leader’s silhouette during the Mount Huashan sword debates. Now the Jianghu is ultimately ruled by Sect Leader!”

After speaking, he deliberately threw a flirtatious glance, gently flicking his sleeve.

Ding Hong hunch-backed, his figure akin to a drawn bow; he leaned on a blood-stained Dog-Beating Stick, the skull’s eye socket embedded with half a broken arrow, emitting a creaking sound with every step.

He forced a fawning demeanor, struggling to draw near Qi Yin, dry hands clenching the stick shaft tightly, knuckles whitening with exertion, whispering: ”Jianghu rumors claim Sect Leader’s ’Blood Demon Great Technique’ has reached sublime levels. Seeing today firsthand, realized rumors fall short by a thousandfold! Such divine skill, perhaps not an Asura descending from the heavens... I dare to assert, with Sect Leader presiding, how could the great ambition not succeed!”

As he spoke, murky saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his robes.

Qi Yin’s black robe fluttered wildly in the wind, like the wings of the opened Death God.

He slightly raised his chin, jawline hard as if chiseled, hands behind his back, long fingers tapping his forearm intermittently.

He gazed at the remnants of severed limbs, eyes icy and focused. The broken swords still slightly trembled embedded in bodies, dark red blood dripped along blades into the soil, soaking the hillside into a peculiar purple-black.

He progressed slowly, each step stable and deliberate, the earth trembling under his oppressive presence.

Rotting flesh scent mixed with unburnt gunpowder assaulted his senses, causing his pupils to contract slightly—this wasteland resembling a meticulously crafted masterpiece to him.

”Hmph.” He finally spoke, voice cold enough to freeze hearts, nonchalantly sweeping a robe sleeve, stirring a bloody wind, countless bloodstains on corpses eerily flowing backward along the ground, forming blood-colored runes before dissolving.

After these people departed, several white shadows suddenly swept across the sky.

Shi Feiyang’s figure agile, toes lightly tapping clouds, robes fluttering in the wind.

Xue Qiuchun tightly grasped his blood-stained garment, fingertips trembling slightly, while his other hand steadily protected her back, eyes vigilant scanning below. Below, the ground resembled a giant beast devoured remains, moonlight casting on tattered banners, the ”salt” marked flags long stained beyond recognition.