King of Hundred Victories Saber

Under the scorching flames of war, the night twisted and deformed, as Guo Xiangyu’s bamboo sword sliced through the blood mist with a sharp green glow.

The silver ornaments in her hair were a disheveled mess, a few strands stained with blood clung to her pale cheeks, yet her movements remained as graceful as a butterfly, with the moves of ”Qimen Sancai Saber” being ruthless with each strike.

When three Holy Sect experts advanced with their Poisoned Bone Sabers, she lightly tapped the ground with her toes, sending her bamboo sword like a Spiritual Snake towards their throat, heart, and Dantian. ”Back off!” she shouted sharply, the blade grazing an enemy’s carotid artery, splattering blood onto her eyelashes.

However, even in this life-and-death moment, her gaze continually followed the figure battling fiercely in the distance — Shi Feiyang was locked in combat with the Western Protector, sparks flying from the clash of the Celestial Frost Blade and the Nine-Section Whip, illuminating his cold and resolute face.

”Master, be careful!” This shout was torn from the softest part of her heart, carrying fear, worry, and an unbreakable deep affection within its trembling tones. Guo Xiangyu’s eyes were brimming with tears, stubbornly refusing to fall, afraid to blink and miss Shi Feiyang’s safety.

Her voice wafted to him amidst the blood and rain of battle, like an invisible thread, gently wrapping around Shi Feiyang’s heart.

A midst fierce battle, Shi Feiyang heard this cry tinged with sobs, causing the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand to momentarily pause.

He turned to see Guo Xiangyu being forced to retreat repeatedly by the enemy, her skirt stained with blood, yet she still waved her bamboo sword, steadfastly guarding his back. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her gaze a mix of fear and determination, as if to say: as long as you are safe, what harm is there in my utter destruction?

At that moment, a rare tenderness appeared on Shi Feiyang’s stern face.

The icy aura around him seemed to weaken slightly, and the warmth in his eyes was hotter than any flame in this world.

”Watch out!” he shouted without thinking, as the Divine Dragon Claw shot through the air, a green light flashing as it knocked away the enemy about to stealthily attack Guo Xiangyu.

Looking at the concern in his eyes, Guo Xiangyu felt a warm current surge in her heart.

She knew that on this battlefield where swords clashed and shadows loomed, she was no longer alone.

Even if the front was an abyss of ten thousand feet, as long as she could protect him and see him safe, she was willing to raise her bamboo sword a thousand times, even if in the end she was covered in wounds, she would accept it gladly.

However, there was no room for romantic feelings at this moment.

Shi Feiyang shouted fiercely, his aura suddenly surging as his clothes whirled, whipping up a blizzard, like a deity descending to earth.

The Celestial Frost Blade drew a huge golden arc of light, which was the pinnacle skill of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” — ”Heaven and Earth Coexist”!

Where the saber light passed, the air screeched with a tearing sound, the space itself twisting and deforming under the powerful force.

The face of the Western Holy Sect Protector instantly turned as pale as paper, his mutton chops standing on end with fear, feeling as if plunged into an ice cellar.

He desperately swung his long whip, trying to fend off the deadly blow, but the tip of the whip in the golden saber light snapped like fragile spider silk.

”No—” His desperate scream tore through the night sky, unable to stop the Celestial Frost Blade descending like Mount Tai.

Blood spurted forth like a fountain, as the Protector’s body was cleaved in two, his entrails flying through the air with the crimson blood rainbow.

The gruesome scene turned the area within ten feet into a Human Purgatory.

In this bloody sight, Guo Xiangyu gazed at Shi Feiyang’s upright figure, with only one thought in her heart: as long as the master is safe!

The night was soaked in blood to a demonic purple, the people of the Western Holy Sect looking at the Protector’s split corpse, not with fear, but with mad blazes of ghostly blue flames igniting in their eyes.

They roared with the sound of trapped beasts, their shouts carrying the stench of blood straight into the sky, threatening to overturn the world.

Countless dark shadows surged forward like a tide.

The clash of weapons, the screech of metal, and the roars of beasts interwove into a chilling symphony of death, echoing in the valley, even causing the cold stars in the sky to tremble slightly from the sound waves.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, resembling an Asura descending to earth. The cold light from the Celestial Frost Blade and the green glow from the Divine Dragon Claw reflected each other, and every swing of the blade brought the end of a life, while each strike of the claw scattered flesh and blood.

His dark cloak had long since been stained red with blood, yet he remained upright, moving freely amidst the enemy ranks, unstoppable.

The heap of bodies on the ground grew ever higher, the warm blood flowing downhill, painting grotesque patterns in the snow, as the stench of blood thickened in the air, like an invisible hand clutching at everyone’s throats.

The night was as thick as unmelted ink, the intense aroma of blood staining the moonlight a sinister dark red.

Guo Xiangyu’s ears were filled with the rising and falling screams and the clashing of weapons, yet in her world, there was only the figure standing upright in the midst of blades and swords like a pine tree — Shi Feiyang. His dark cloak fluttered, and the cold light from the Celestial Frost Blade instilled fear in his enemies, but at that breathtaking moment, a dark shadow stealthily closed in like a venomous snake.

The Western expert crouched, crawling slowly among the heaps of corpses, the ghostly blue poisoned dagger glinting wickedly in the darkness.

His sinister eyes locked onto the back of Shi Feiyang’s heart, his lips curled into a cruel smile, as if he could already see the blade piercing the flesh. Guo Xiangyu saw this scene from afar, her heart almost bursting from her chest, the blood instantly draining from her face, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, filled with terror and despair.