King of Hundred Victories Saber

Facing the Western warriors’ iron shield, Yang Feng yelled ferociously, slashing the blade diagonally at the edge of the shield. The mighty Inner Strength of the ”Mountain-Cracking Saber Technique” known as ”Mountain-Cutting Slash” poured through the blade, exploding the iron shield into pieces that shot like Hidden Weapons toward surrounding enemies.

Without waiting for a reaction, he advanced fiercely, sweeping the blade horizontally, splitting the shield bearer and the shield in two, warm blood raining down on his ferocious mask.

Qi Meizhen lightly tapped the flying eaves with her toes, the Cold Moon Saber carving out a semicircular crescent of blue light. Western disciples’ scimitars were shockingly shattered along the saber’s path. She unleashed the ultimate move ”Moon Reflecting on Cold Pool” from the ”Miao Blade Armor-Breaking Seventeen Forms,” the blade skimming the enemy’s throat and leaving a fine line of blood on the skin.

The fiends reached to cover their throats, but the columns of blood gushing between their fingers spurted skyward like fountains.

Shi Feiyang stood atop the icy peak at the center of the Sword Pool, his dark outfit rustling in the night wind.

The golden blade aura in his palm flickered uncertainly, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and break rocks.

The Western Elder’s copper bell had only rung halfway before an invisible palm wind shattered it, copper pieces flying like Flying Sabers and nailing into the faces of the disciples behind him.

Following this, Shi Feiyang unleashed the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” move ”River-Severing Style,” a Qi Blade condensed at the edge of his palm cut through enemy ranks, shattering the weapons of dozens of Western disciples, then collapsing their chests and spewing blood as they fell.

As the moon reached its zenith, the Western Three Talents Array was already in tatters. Amid shattered limbs, the last fiend stubbornly resisted with a broken sword.

Qi Meizhen sneered coldly, the Cold Moon Saber flew out, spinning through the night sky, accurately piercing the man’s throat.

The fiend made a gurgling sound from his throat, clutching the sword hilt futilely, finally falling into the blood-saturated Sword Pool, splashing large blooms of blood.

By now the Sword Pool was clogged with corpses, blood water overflowed the stone steps, slowly flowing along the stone carvings of ”Wind Valley Cloud Spring.”

Dark red ice crystals gathered on the needles of thousand-year-old pines, reflecting an eerie light in the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang stood with palms withdrawn, the golden blade aura around him gradually dispersed, though his dark outfit was unstained with blood, it exuded a faintly terrifying pressure.

Qi Meizhen walked over the scattered corpses, the blade of the Cold Moon Saber still dripping blood.

She raised her head to look at Shi Feiyang, her blood-stained face blossomed into a smile: ”Husband, I knew you would come.”

The voice was light, yet carried the joy of surviving a disaster.

Shi Feiyang leaped off the icy peak, reaching out to wipe away the crusted blood on her cheek.

His thumb brushed over the bloodstained golden helmet’s red plume, he looked toward the battlefield strewn with corpses, his voice booming like a bell: ”Anyone daring to invade the Jiangnan Cao Bang, even with thousands of troops, I, Shi Feiyang, will ensure them no return!”

His voice startled night hawks in the cold pool, the fluttering wing sounds mingling with remaining blood scent, echoed in the valley for long.

The waning moon hung above the Huqiu Sword Pool, covering scattered limbs and shadows with a layer of cold silver.

Qi Meizhen’s Cold Moon Saber fell onto the green stone, blood droplets seeped through the Golden Armor seams, slowly trickling down the leaf patterns into the crimson pool water.

Three thousand disciples of the Cao Bang stood wielding their sabers, ice crystals and blood crust on the blades reflected an eerie light in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a gray shadow broke the night, a homing pigeon fluttered and landed on Shi Xiong’s shoulder, flakes of snow from its tail feathers rustled and fell.

Shi Xiong’s throat trembled violently, fingers unfolding the yellowed paper strip quivered slightly: ”Young Master...” He lowered his voice, sweeping his gaze over the chaos, ”The Lindan Tribe’s wolf head totem has fallen, it seems...”

Before the words ended, the air, tainted with blood scent and chill, suddenly froze.

Qi Meizhen’s Golden Armor heaved with rapid breathing, Jin Liufu gripping his blood-dripping Eight Trigrams Golden Saber stood rigidly, Jiang Huotian’s bamboo staff struck the ground heavily, shaking the accumulated snow to fall like shards of jade.

Lu Dechu’s bronze wine bladder jingled crisply, blood drained from his round face: ”Grand Squad Leader! The Lindan Tribe has sworn blood alliance with us, we can’t just sit idly by!” ”Those damn villains are too arrogant!”

Jiang Huotian’s bamboo staff sparked on blue stone, ”Rally the men, let’s attack overnight!” The disciples voiced unanimous agreement, saber light and sword shadow swayed in the night, seemingly stirring the blood waves of the Sword Pool.

Shi Feiyang suddenly threw his head back in laughter, his voice shook the wilderness, startled several night hawks in the cold pool. He reached into the deerskin pouch at his waist, fingers revealing three jars of ancient wine sacs. The silver needles entwined on the surface still carried the black blood of Western poison dragons, reflecting a ghostly blue in the moonlight.

”Even in haste, let the brothers catch their breath!” He flicked the seal on the wine sac with his finger, the rich aroma of wine mingled with blood scent dispersed, ”Come! Drink this jar of ’Drunk Jianghu,’ at dawn tomorrow, I and Shi Xiong will head north! To fight the Kerchin Tribe, I alone am enough! No need for thousands of troops!”

Jin Liufu was momentarily stunned, then laughed, taking the wine sac: ”Good! The Grand Squad Leader indeed has courage!”

He tilted his head and took a big gulp, the wine, mixed with blood, dripped from his braided beard, forming dark red spots in the snow.

Gongsun Ren smirked sinisterly, his sleeve coiled around the wine sac like a serpent’s tongue: ”The burning sensation of this strong wine is a fitting match for tonight’s bloody battle.”

Lu Dechu hugged the wine sac, his round eyes turning red: ”How can I, old Lu, be the first to disobey the Grand Squad Leader in a risky venture alone!”

He took a fierce gulp of strong wine, wiping wine stains from the mouth with his coarse sleeve, ”Back then the Lindan Tribe betrothed Princess Gugela to you as wife, now they are in trouble, even if it costs this fat life, I’ll go with you!”

Shi Feiyang’s gaze swept over everyone’s blood-stained faces, landing on Qi Meizhen’s pale lips. She bent to pick up the Cold Moon Saber, the blade reflected the moonlight, turning all her worry into sharpness: ”Husband, the Cao Bang’s thirty thousand brothers will follow you.”