King of Hundred Victories Saber

The personal guard rolled under the saddle and dismounted, the neck of the homing pigeon in his hand stained with blood, its wings still trembling: ”Princess! Smoke rises fiercely from Snow Wolf Castle!” The biting wind carrying snow pelted her face, but she was oblivious, her infant son’s cries tugging at her heartstrings—recalling Shi Feiyang’s parting words ”wait for me,” now turning into a spark in her eyes.

A short blade sliced across her palm, blood droplets turning into ice on the bowstring, ”Relay my command! Sisters, arm yourselves! Those who trespass on Lindan, let their blood consecrate the snowy plains!” Her clear shout shattered the silence over the slightly cracked ice lake. Atop the wooden walls of Snow Wolf Castle, Fortress Master Intel wielded an eighty-pound Wolf Fang Club, its shadows flashing like lightning.

Korchin soldiers’ heads burst, brains mixing with snow, splattering the battlements.

”Chieftain! The west wall is in danger!” A young man’s cry was torn apart by the wind, and Intel turned to see the granary ablaze, the flames illuminating his blood-stained beard, also reflecting the flapping, swirling Wolf Fang banner, where red stains intertwined with ice shards, as if Death God were grinning.

The Hake Tribe’s bullhorns shattered the sky, and a rain of arrows, like locusts, poured towards the city walls. Intel felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder as a bone-piercing arrow scraped past his collarbone.

He looked down to gaze at the Jade Pendant given by Shi Feiyang, its mutton-fat jade still smooth and warm as before, his heart suddenly igniting: ”Tell Hero Shi, Lindan’s sons, they’d rather break than bend!” He tucked the Jade Pendant into a tribesman’s hand, then swung his club towards the siege ladder, bone and flesh flying as the club rose and fell, screams mingling with the north wind, dispersing into the blood-red sunset.

By the time Princess Gugela led the Women’s Army to the fight, the west wall had collapsed.

She drew her bow, and an arrow sealed the throat of a Korchin Centurion. Her pale moon-colored riding attire gradually stained scarlet, the arc of her short blade colder than the waning moon.

The Wen Hunnie Curved Saber pointed sharply: ”A woman of Lindan, dare you attempt to stop a chariot with an ant?” Before the voice fell, the lasso coiled around his neck like a Spiritual Snake. He slashed the rope with his saber but couldn’t evade the chilling light speeding towards him, opening a blood mark on his cheek like the first bloom of red plum.

Intel’s Wolf Fang Club grew heavier, with blood seeping from seven wounds.

Watching the tide-like reinforcements, he roared and swung his club, sweeping across as if to cut down entire armies. As the last blow fell, a bone-piercing arrow pierced his heart.

In his final moments, he seemed to see Shi Feiyang approaching through the snow, his dark martial attire fluttering like the dawn’s first light.

The northern wind whipped up snow, like thousands of silver needles threading through, as the ruins of Snow Wolf Castle groaned mournfully.

Finally, Korchin’s Wolf Fang Banner stood atop the city, with blood stains and ice shards congealing, outlining a menacing dark red picture under the moonlight.

And at the end of the snowy plains, a plume of dust raced forth; it was Shi Feiyang, bearing the Hundred Victories Saber light, set to inscribe a new legendary Chapter amidst this icy battlefield’s song.

The northern wind filled with snow granules like sand, making the crumbling walls of Snow Wolf Castle creak eerily.

Shi Feiyang carried Shi Xiong, stomping across the icy fangs, his dark martial outfit billowing in the storm like a sail, each step leaving a bowl-sized deep pit in the snow, a testament to his immense Inner Strength.

”Kill!” Tuerhute, the first warrior of Korchin, bellowed, his voice like a great bell, shaking the surrounding snow until it fell in flurries.

The Nine-Ring Saber in his hand weighed eighty pounds, swinging ferociously with a sharp whistling, creating a gale of its own.

Before the blade reached, the biting saber wind already whipped up snow into a mist within three yards, its momentum threatening to shred the person in its path, leather and bone alike.

Shi Feiyang lightly tapped the broken wall with his toe, using the wall’s recoil to dart sideways with Shi Xiong, his movements like flowing clouds and water, fully showcasing the marvel of Supreme Lightness Technique.

With a slant motion of his palm edge, he executed the ”River Interception” style from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique.”

What seemed a casual move was, in fact, fraught with hidden ingenuity, representing the essence of his many years of blade mastery.

The whistling palm wind swept out like an invisible sharp blade, clashing thunderously with Tuerhute’s Nine-Ring Saber.

In an instant, sparks flew, the exploded fire against the white snow particularly dazzling.

Tuerhute only felt a tremendous force traveling through the saber, numbing his hand, and blood seeped immediately from his tiger’s mouth.

He was greatly shocked inside, wanting to withdraw his saber, but it was too late. Under the strong palm force’s oppression, the Nine-Ring Saber clanged to the ground, cutting a half-yard trench in the snow, its blade deeply embedded in the ice.

Tuerhute staggered back a few steps, trying to steady himself, yet saw Shi Feiyang leaping towards him like a specter. Shi Feiyang’s palms flickered like lightning, a layer of brilliant golden light in his palms, the manifestation of the Bright Jade Technique ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison.”

He launched the ”Mountain Shatter” killing move within the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” his palm shadows heavily striking Tuerhute’s chest.

”Puh!” Tuerhute spat blood, his entire body flying backward like a broken kite, smashing into a distant stone wall.

With a resounding ”boom,” the stone wall was struck into a humanoid dent, with rubble falling around. Tuerhute lay in the snow, striving to rise but finding his bones shattered, unable to move even a finger. His eyes wide with terror and defiance, watching Shi Feiyang approach with each step, wanting to plead for mercy yet only managing a vague whimper.

Shi Feiyang stood before Tuerhute, his gaze as cold as frost. He slowly raised his palm, the golden light in his palm becoming more radiant. ”In your next life, don’t be a willing accomplice.” Before his words ended, his palm cut down like a blade.

A golden blade flash passed, and Tuerhute’s head flew away from his body in an instant, blood gushing like a fountain, staining a vast swath of snow crimson. His corpse lay in the snow, eyes wide open, retaining a look of terror to death. This scene unfolded in a flash, and the surrounding Korchin soldiers had not yet reacted before their first warrior was sent to the afterlife.

The blue gemstone pendent on Prince Kerchin’s forehead shook violently with his breath, his gold-embellished scimitar drawing a cold arc of light: ”Today I’ll let your Central Plains bandit blood stain the grassland!” Before the voice fell, the long spears of eight personal guards had formed an impenetrable spear formation, the speartips glinting coldly, reflecting the fierce glint in his eyes.