King of Hundred Victories Saber

When the third watch drum sounded, Xue Qiuchun stood barefoot on the cold blue bricks and pushed open the carved window lattices.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, hit her jade-like face, but she was unaware, simply gazing longingly in the direction of Feima Pass.

The Ice Soul Pearl in her hair chimed in the wind, intertwining with her murmured whispers: ”Feiyang, I hate myself for not being that winged moth that can immediately fly towards your beacon fire. But I wish to become the frost on your sword, to protect your sharpness; I wish to be the moonlight in your palm, accompanying you on your journey...”

Xue Qiuchun turned and held the Mutton Fat Jade Pendant from the sandalwood box, an old item casually given by Shi Feiyang, but now pressed against her chest, as if trying to imbue it with all her feelings. ”You said this jade can protect me all around, now I give all my life’s wishes to you...”

She lightly kissed the jade pendant, and the tears pooled on her eyelashes dripped onto its warm surface. ”When you return, I will renounce this Jianghu name, only to be the girl who grinds ink at your desk, the shadow that whispers at your pillow, year after year, never to be apart again.”

The north wind carried snow grains like iron sand, grinding the dome of Wulang City into dust.

The warriors of the Naiman Tribe formed a circular array, teetering in the snowstorm, the sound of bronze shields colliding mixed with the mournful cry of the nomadic flute, echoing like the death god’s funeral bell in the snowy plains.

Qi Yin, clad in a mysterious black cloak, stood at the forefront of the array. The twelve protectors of the Western Holy Sect each wielded scimitars, the blades coated with a ghostly blue venom that twisted under the moonlight, like countless venomous snakes spitting their tongues.

”Queen Yili, surrender the fragments of the ’Holy Fire Order’!” Qi Yin’s voice scraped like sandpaper against rusted chains, his right hand suddenly cracked the Nine-Section Whip, its tip gouging three-foot-deep trenches in the snow, the splashed snowflakes immediately frozen into sharp ice prongs.

The number one beauty in Martial Arts, Yili, in a flaming red battle robe, let it flutter violently as she displayed the Hengshan Sect’s ”Cloud Mist Swordsmanship,” transforming sword light into a thousand layers of snow waves, yet when reaching Qi Yin’s surroundings, an invisible wave of heat surged them into white mist.

”The Holy Sect has coveted the sacred relic of my Naiman for many years, today you will not succeed!” She tapped the horseback lightly with her toes, her long sword like a spiritual snake emerging from its cave, aiming straight for Qi Yin’s throat. Before the sword arrived, the cold aura had already formed frost flowers on his temples.

Madam Shi Lin Wanqing’s ”Longevity Swordsmanship” followed closely behind, brushing the snow with its pure white sword tassel, the places it touched unexpectedly freezing into crystalline lotus.

”Old bastard, taste the power of Changsheng Castle’s heirloom!” Lin Wanqing cursed angrily, a slight shake of her jade wrist, the sword tip conjuring seven blooms of sword flowers, precisely the beginning move of Changsheng Castle’s peerless ”Seven Segment Array.”

Yet Qi Yin sneered coldly, the Nine-Section Whip suddenly split into three soft ropes, carrying the smell of burning sulfur to entwine around two long swords, the sizzling sound of metal burning, Yili’s blade emitting poisonous blue smoke.

This time, he did not employ his ”Blood Demon Killing Technique,” but another unique skill of the Western Holy Sect.

However, all of Madam Shi were immune to poison due to consuming the Xu Fu Immortal Pill, fearless, impervious to all poison.

Gong Simeng’s ”Divine Water Whip Technique” emerged like a silver dragon from the abyss, the whip tip wrapping the icy aura of Liaodong Celestial Pool, where it passed the ground formed web-like ice patterns, ”Watch the whip!” she shouted, the soft whip twined with crushed ice lashed towards the Western Regions’ protectors, but the opponent’s scimitar waved, fire and ice collided, erupting with deafening thunderous booms.

Bai Zhi swung her barbed silver stick with fierce winds, each sweep raised snow waves a meter high, yet touching the enemy was bizarrely shaved half its tip by the scimitar; Liu Guihua’s Spirit Snake Whip was even more cunning, its barbed tail hook had just snagged the ankle of a Western samurai, that person pulled off his leg resolutely, dragging the severed limb to pounce, in his mouth biting a blood-stained steel blade.

The smell of blood mixed with snowflakes rushed towards her face, Yili’s sword light suddenly surged three meters, unexpectedly manifesting the Hengshan Sect’s profound skill ”Cloud Mist Thirteen Styles.” ”Break!” She aimed her sword tip directly at Qi Yin’s forehead, the sword qi cutting through the air with a piercing scream, the ground cracking into web-like patterns. Qi Yin remained unfazed, releasing his Nine-Section Whip, in the air transforming into a swarm of whip shadows, each whip tip morphing into burning venomous snakes, colliding with the sword light, causing fire sparks to ignite the snow within a ten-foot radius, a scarlet curtain of fire rising swiftly from the snowfield.

Lin Wanqing took advantage of the moment to advance, her ”Longevity Swordsmanship” killed with the move ”Emerald Sea Tide Reborn,” fully unleashed, before the sword arrived, twelve streams of sword qi surged forth. But the Western Holy Sect’s ”Holy Fire Saber Technique” could not be underestimated, a protector swung his saber, the blade’s light carried scorching flames, dissolving half her sword qi.

”Careful!” Gong Simeng’s Divine Water Whip timely wrapped around that protector’s wrist, the icy prongs at the whip tip instantly froze his arm, yet he grimaced, severing his frozen arm instead, using the scimitar at the limb’s stump to stab at Gong Simeng’s throat.

At this moment, Yili and Qi Yin had fought over a hundred moves. Her fiery red battle robe was stained with blood, gold ornaments scattered in her hair, yet she fought more valiantly, the ”Cloud Mist Swordsmanship” merging reality with illusion, elusive and hard to grasp.

Qi Yin’s Nine-Section Whip transformed into a giant python, opening its blood-red maw to bite at her throat.

Yili sidestepped, avoiding the attack, and thrust her long sword into the snake’s belly, only to find it was an illusion.

”Not good!” she exclaimed inwardly, her neck already entangled by the true whip, icy barbs piercing her flesh, the metallic scent rushing to her head.

In the nick of time, Lin Wanqing’s long sword intercepted the nine-section whip, shouting fiercely, ”Do not harm my sister!” She exerted her full inner strength, her sword emitting a dragon’s roar, but a crack sounded sharply as the blade was singed, creating a notch in the sword.

Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Liu Guihua all attacked simultaneously, forming a surrounding force with their weapons.

Qi Yin, however, laughed to the sky, his laughter shaking the ice prisms on the wall: ”Central Plains women are merely so! What ability do you have to occupy my Naiman Tribe?” He formed seals with his hands, fully unleashing the ”Holy Fire Order Divine Technique” of the Western Holy Sect.

Suddenly, flames like meteors fell from the sky, engulfing the four in their midst.

Yili struggled to stand up, her long sword striking sparks on the ground as its blade had melted into a serrated shape, urgently shouting: ”Sisters, even if we die today, we must protect the dignity of my Naiman Tribe!”

Her voice was torn apart by the flames; the Hengshan Swordsmanship and everyone’s techniques gradually merged into an indestructible sword array.

The flames collided with the sword light, the resulting shockwave scattering the snow within ten feet, exposing dark red frozen soil beneath, while splattered flesh resembled shattered red plum blossoms, blooming on the battleground of ice and fire.

The north wind carried shards of ice like thousands of arrows, grinding the sounds of slaughter in Wulang City into powder.

As Qi Yin’s nine-section whip aimed at Yili’s throat, a dragon’s roar suddenly pierced the sky.

Shi Feiyang stepped on ice prisms, surrounded by ice-blue true qi forming nine shadows, holding the White Rainbow Treasure Sword close to Shi Xiong, whose youthful face revealed an unwavering resolve— the duo descended like Celestial Gods, tearing through the blood-red sky instantly.

”Stop!” Shi Feiyang’s voice resonated like a mighty bell, causing pain in the eardrums of the Western Region’s top martial artists.

This shout carried the ”Frightening Spirit Sound” of the Bright Jade Technique, causing several with weaker inner strength to bleed from seven orifices, collapsing to the ground.

His figure moved like lightning, transforming into a black stream of light, leaving a ten-foot-long ice scar behind in the overturned snow.

Shi Feiyang pushed the Bright Jade Technique to the realm of ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” his palms gleamed with dazzling golden light, the edges condensing blade-like aura three feet long, with sharpness surpassing any divine weapon in the world. The three protectors of the Western Holy Sect swung their blades at once, the crimson swordlight of ”Holy Fire Saber Technique” colliding with the golden palm aura, instantly bursting into countless sparks.

Shi Feiyang executed ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique - Cutting Red Dust,” his palm force like a mountain-cracking giant axe, slicing through the blazing fire net.

The leading protector’s steel scimitar shattered like thin paper, the broken blades shot out, pinning three followers against the city wall.

The protector himself was blasted three feet backward by the palm wind, crashing through three arrow towers, falling with blood oozing from seven orifices, his entrails spewing mixed with shards of ice.

”What a dog villain of the Heroic Sakura Association!” the Western Holy Sect’s Left Envoy Galuo shouted angrily, his wolf fang club spun into a black wind, the force carving a trench three feet deep into the ground.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his figure ghostly, circumventing to his backside, continuously executing his ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique: Shattering Stars.”

Five palm shadows like meteors chasing the moon, Galuo couldn’t even let out a scream before being sliced in half, his upper torso flying several feet, his eyes wide with lingering terror.