King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang wielded the Bright Jade Technique to perfection, cold gleams shooting out like silver needles, pinning themselves into the acupoints all over Feng Yantian’s body.

The Altar Master of the Western Holy Sect instantly felt as if his limbs were encased in Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice; attempting to channel his martial arts to resist, Shi Feiyang stepped with ”Dragon Walk Seven Steps,” each step hitting the vital dead points on his Sea of Qi Xuan Gate.

”Crack, crack” the sound of bones fracturing echoed one after another, Shi Feiyang’s blade rotated like a windmill.

The Celestial Frost Blade bore the might of the Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking technique, first slicing Feng Yantian’s arms inch by inch, then cleaving him from top to bottom in two halves.

Before the mangled body hit the ground, the blade flashed again, three hundred and sixty-five beams of cold light wove a death net, shredding flesh and blood to powder.

In the midst of the blood rain, Feng Yantian’s dismembered limbs, chunks of meat, and bone shards pelted down like a torrential storm, the meat with ice crystals clattering onto the charred ground, splattering countless crimson plum blossoms in the snow.

The northerly wind carried the last few droplets of blood rain over Wulang City’s walls, Shi Feiyang sheathed his blade and stood tall, the Celestial Frost Blade quivered to shake off the final hint of crimson. The austere killing aura surrounding him had not yet dissipated, but upon glimpsing those familiar figures at the city gate, it turned into gentleness.

As the city gate thunderously opened, Yili sprinted forth like a red flame, her Golden Armor clattering crisply: ”Husband!”

She threw herself into Shi Feiyang’s arms with such force, almost making him stagger, her warm tears seeped through his clothes into his wounds, ”There’s so much blood on you, are you hurt?” Lin Wanqing followed closely, her trembling fingertips hovering over his shoulder, not daring to land, the handkerchief embroidered with twin lotuses long since crumpled: ”Quickly return to your room, I’ve made Calming Soup...”

Gong Simeng clung to his sleeve like a startled fawn, unwilling to let go: ”I just knew you would come back safely! Up on the city wall, each moment felt like a year...” Liu Guihua heartily pounded his back, yet turned away with reddened eyes: ”Shi Lang, if you take such risks again, I’ll whip you for sure!”

Guo Xiangyu watched from a distance, her throat tightening.

She bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging deep into her palm, yet feeling no pain.

Seeing Shi Feiyang surrounded by his five wives, the gentle smile on his lips was more scorching than the winter sun.

Guo Xiangyu so wished she could rush forward, embrace him as Yili did without hesitation, but her feet seemed nailed to the ground, leaving her only to let the sour tears swirl in her eyes. ”Turns out, I don’t even have the right to stand beside him...”

She murmured to herself, her voice dissipating in the wind.

Xue Qiuchun stood atop the city wall, her face paler than the snow piled on the parapet.

She gazed at Shi Feiyang walking away hand in hand with his wives, her beautiful eyes dimmed.

Once, she thought her affection for Shi Feiyang was unique, only now realizing his tenderness had long been shared among so many lovely wives. Jealousy gnawed at her heart like a venomous serpent, yet how could she blame Shi Feiyang?

Alas! She could only blame herself for not meeting Shi Feiyang sooner, for not lodging in his heart earlier.

In the Royal Palace, candle flames flickered. Shi Feiyang unfurled a map of the Western Holy Sect’s defenses, his gaze piercing: ”Although we are victorious this time, the foundation of the Holy Sect remains unscathed. If we don’t strike while the iron is hot, it will become a major threat.” The heroes gathered around, each offering strategies and counsel.

Meanwhile atop the city wall, the father and sons of Xue Hong Mountain stood dumbfounded like wooden stakes.

The thrilling, bloody battle, and Shi Feiyang’s display of peerless martial prowess had already left them awestruck.

Guo Xiangyu hid quietly behind the crowd, her gaze never leaving Shi Feiyang’s figure.

His frowning, contemplating expression, his commanding presence, all made Guo Xiangyu’s heart race.

She silently vowed in her heart: ”Young Master, even if countless beauties surround you, I’m willing to be the most unnoticeable shadow, as long as I can stay by your side, that is enough.”

Xue Qiuchun turned away, tears finally spilling from her eyes.

She didn’t know how to face this hopeless love, nor how to heal the deep scar within her heart.

In the Royal Palace, after a round of secret discussions, Grand Squad Leader Shi Feiyang, Elder from the Heroic Sakura Association, ”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei, ”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan, ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, and each Incense Hall Master: ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, Little Scholar Shi Xiong, Guo Xiangyu stealthily exhibited Lightweight Technique, flew out of the city, and infiltrated the Western Holy Sect’s base in Ningxia.

Meanwhile, ”Seven Cultivation Sword” Kong Triangle, ”Xingyi Fist” Fan Shi, ”Hundred Leaves Saber” Liu Yehua, ”Tai Chi Saber” Southwest Wind and other Jianghu heroes were left to assist Yili, Lin Wanqing, Bai Zhi, Liu Guihua, and Gong Simeng in defending the city.

Shi Feiyang and the Elder from the Heroic Sakura Association, ”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei, ”Heaven and Earth Saber” Lie Quan, ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong, and each Incense Hall Master: ”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling, ”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong, ”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi, ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, Little Scholar Shi Xiong, Guo Xiangyu and others moved like ghosts of the night, agile and stealthy, quietly infiltrating.

Their movements were like flowing clouds and water, almost silent, seamlessly blending into the dense night.

The northerly wind carried sand, lashing against the towers of the Western Holy Sect’s Ningxia base, the iron horse wind chimes emitting a mournful wail in the dead of night.

Shi Feiyang stood under a withered willow a hundred meters from the city wall, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

He raised his hand to wave slightly, the moonlight reflecting cold gleams on the blade of the Celestial Frost Blade.

Behind him, Liao Pei’s Long Arm Fist bracers glowed with a ghostly blue luminescence, Lie Quan’s Qiankun Saber Rune faintly shimmered, Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber entangled with poisoned red silk, everyone surrounded by a murderous aura.