King of Hundred Victories Saber

Unexpectedly, Shi Feiyang, battle-hardened and fearless of anything, laughed loudly, his voice like thunder: ”Want me to retreat? First ask this Celestial Frost Blade in my hand if it agrees! I walk the Jianghu, dealing with injustices everywhere. Today, I shall see what mischief your Nine Flags Gang is up to!” With that, he stepped forward, his True Qi surged around him, and he left deep footprints in the snow.

A kingly aura overwhelmed, making one dare not look directly.

The north wind swirled with broken snow around the cliff edge, and ”Soul Hooker” Li Qi’s fingers tightened around his goatee, his eyes gleaming coldly: ”What an insolent brat! Daring to run wild at the Nine Banner Deer Field, do you think the seventy-two hidden stakes of my Green Banner Hall are deaf and blind?”

The menacing ghost face carved on the iron plaque at his waist glowed eerily in the snowlight, ”I’ve roamed the Jianghu for forty years, loathing others ruining my plans—those helpers invited by the old rogue Jin Ya all need to pay with their lives!”

Shi Feiyang stood with hands behind his back, his dark cloak flapping loudly, the Celestial Frost Blade not yet drawn, but the dragon pattern on the sheath already exuding chilling lights: ”Since you call yourself Soul Hooker, are you aware that the Jianghu says ’Man acts under heaven’s watch’? Seizing the deer field and disregarding human life, today I will act for heaven!”

Before he finished speaking, the air suddenly stagnated, and three zhang away, the accumulated snow was shockingly lifted skyward by an invisible Qi Force.

The north wind howled through shards of ice in midair, and a strong man with purple-red face suddenly charged out, his waist steel blade yet unsheathed, while his palm glowed with an eerie dark red, like cinnabar soaked in blood—this was the renowned ”Red Sand Palm” of the Nine Flags Gang that shook the Northwest.

He laughed grimly, feet rushing forward with ”Celestial Spirit Step”, each step leaving a scorched black palm print in the snow, a sickly sweet rust scent spread with the palm wind, staining all the surrounding snow within three feet into dark red.

Guo Xiangyu, her brows slightly furrowed, gracefully lifted her hand, as the bamboo saber unsheathed with a clear dragon’s roar, the blade reflected an eerie glow, intensifying the cold brilliance in her eyes.

This seemingly ordinary bamboo piece was actually a ”Cyan Nether Blade” forged by Medicine King Valley using millennia-old cold bamboo mixed with black iron, specially designed to break Inner Family Gang Qi.

She spun and stepped, performing the ”Hundred Victories Qimen Sancai Saber Technique” personally taught by Shi Feiyang, her posture like a startled swan skimming the water, her sleeves fluttering quietly exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, fiercely clashing with the bloody scent in the air.

With a crisp shout, she executed ”Cangsong Welcoming Guest”, the bamboo saber traced nine arcs of pale green light, forming an eight-trigram light web in mid-air.

Wherever the saber qi passed, the snow instantly froze into thousands of ice spikes, turning into a sky full of hidden weapons along with the fierce Gang Wind.

The moment the strong man’s Red Sand Palm touched the saber light, he felt piercing agony from his palm, as if thousands of steel needles simultaneously stabbed into his flesh. Though Guo Xiangyu’s bamboo saber seemed gentle, it secretly harbored the yin element Inner Strength of Medicine King Valley known as ”Bone-Breaking and Tendon-Splitting Hand”, bursting forth the moment it touched flesh.

A shrill scream tore through the sky, the man’s body seemed to be torn by an invisible giant hand, sounds of bones shattering mixed with the muffled noise of blood and flesh splattering rang incessantly. Amidst the dark red blood mist, dozens of broken limbs scattered like dead leaves swept by a fierce wind.

The farthest severed arm skewered directly into an ancient pine ten zhang away, dark red blood beads trickled down the bark, spreading a ghastly bloom on the snow.

The upper half of the man’s body crashed heavily onto the ground, his chest cavity shattered inch by inch by the saber qi, organs mixed with blood spurted from his seven orifices, spreading a shocking Asura Painting on the white snow.

This sudden scene left the Nine Flags Gang members stunned, their hands clutching their weapons trembling slightly.

Guo Xiangyu stood collecting her saber, blood beads splashed on her attire, yet more vividly accented her allure like a red plum in snow. She coldly glanced at the crowd, the fresh blood dropping from her bamboo saber steamed up white mist on the snow: ”Who else wants to taste the flavor of my bamboo saber?”

”Soul Hooker” Li Qi’s waist iron plaque carved with the evil ghost refief ”clattered” to the ground, sparking a spine-chilling vibration amid the deadly silence.

He stared straight at the prime Incense Master who was lively a moment ago, now reduced to scattered limbs like broken rags in a pool of blood, issuing bizarre gasps like a dying beast, his turbid pupils reflecting the pervasive blood mist, as if the soul was almost shattered.

The two other strong men staggered back, their hands holding steel blades trembling uncontrollably, the scene mirrored on the blade making their hearts quiver—Guo Xiangyu, her attire stained with blood, hairpin askew in her hair, her supposed gentle face covered in frost, every corner filled with killing intent.

Her hand held bamboo saber slowly dripping blood, each drop sizzling small pits into the snow, steaming white mist mixed with the bloody air, resembling the miasma of the Nine Netherworld.

”This... this is the lost ’Bone-Breaking and Tendon-Splitting Hand’!” Li Qi suddenly shrieked, his bloodshot eyes bulging almost from their sockets.

His waist Ghost Head Whip snapped open, the whip tip’s three barbs reflecting eerie blue venom light, yet stiffening mid-air under Guo Xiangyu’s grim gaze.

That gaze seemed tangible, wrapped in Medicine King Valley’s secret chilling poison, hiding even more bizarre and unpredictable Inner Strength waves, making his hand holding the whip numb, as if the meridians were about to break the next moment.

Guo Xiangyu gently flung off the blood beads on the bamboo saber, her graceful motion like brushing off flower petals, yet making the Nine Flags Gang members involuntarily retreat half a step.

Her vermilion lips lightly parted, voice icy as Tianshan melt snow: ”If you know Bone-Breaking and Tendon-Splitting Hand, you should understand the fate of being enemies with Medicine King Valley.” Before her words finished, a faint white mist suddenly rose around her, the ”Profound Ice Force” of the Nine Yin Scripture taught by Shi Feiyang circulated.

The wind atop Helan Peak, carrying fine ice crystals, whistled fiercely, yet upon reaching Shi Feiyang and Guo Xiangyu, turned into gentle wisps.