King of Hundred Victories Saber

”Not good, we’ve been discovered!” Xie Wen shouted loudly, drawing his iron saber, a flash of cold light taking aim at the nearest samurai.

Shi Feiyang’s palms flew, unleashing the killing move ”Red Dust Slash” from the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique,” nine streaks of saber energy crisscrossed like lightning.

In the howling palm wind, the scimitar of one samurai was suddenly shattered, followed by a collapse in his chest, spewing blood and falling to the ground.

Another samurai swung his saber aggressively; Shi Feiyang sidestepped, his palm gleamed gold and expanded, then launched ”Heaven’s Edge” move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, sending a powerful air-wave that hurled the samurai onto the felt tent.

Xie Wen engaged the remaining samurai, the Brocade Spring Saber clashing with the scimitar, sparks flying.

The samurai was immensely powerful, each strike carried a thousand pounds of force.

Xie Wen moved nimbly, deftly avoiding the attacks, finding a flaw, and stabbed at the samurai’s throat with his saber.

In a hurried defense, the samurai blocked, but Xie Wen suddenly changed his move, twisting his blade to slice the samurai’s abdomen, causing blood to gush out.

At that moment, Baiqiu and Zhu Li Rabbit heard the commotion inside the tent and charged out with a group of samurai.

Baiqiu, face full of anger, waved his Wolf Fang Club and roared, ”You brazen scoundrels, dare disrupt my plans! Today, I’ll make sure you can’t escape!”

Shi Feiyang’s eyes glinted like lightning as he channeled the Bright Jade Technique ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” his body rising in ice-blue True Qi. He shouted, ”Bring it on!” launching the ultimate move ”Eternal Life” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his palms forming a golden whirlpool that clashed with the charging samurai. The air-wave knocked down stone walls and flying debris smashed the samurai’s bones and muscles.

Shi Feiyang immediately followed up with the ”Cangsong Welcoming Guest” move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

The palm wind concentrated but didn’t disperse, slicing the tent ropes like two invisible blades.

As the tent collapsed, he darted inside like a phantom, his palm gold light surged, and before anyone could react, he grabbed the parchment scroll from the table. The writing glimmered in the firelight, revealing the wolf head totem of the Bozhou rebel army.

Meanwhile, Xie Wen protected Shi Xiong, maneuvering left and right through the chaos.

The Brocade Spring Saber danced like a dragon, continuously bringing down several enemies.

But more enemies gathered, the situation becoming increasingly perilous.

Shi Feiyang knew they could not linger in battle, shouting, ”Brother Xie, we must retreat!” He swung his palms, repelling close enemies, grabbed Xie Wen and Shi Xiong, and used Lightweight Technique to dash towards the camp’s outskirts. Baiqiu and others pursued relentlessly, their battle cries thunderous.

Shi Feiyang glanced back, a fierce glint in his eyes. He suddenly halted, and unleashed the ”Heaven’s Edge” killing move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, powerful saber energy sweeping like raging waves. The pursuers scattered, the formation in disarray.

Yet, over twenty Mongolian warriors, wielding scimitars, closed in.

Shi Feiyang spun and swung his palms, ”Red Dust Slash” transformed into nine lines, wherever the saber energy passed, shields shattered, blades broke.

The leading Centurion roared, slashing several times, but Shi Feiyang’s body surged with icy-blue True Qi, manifesting the Bright Jade Technique ”Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison.” As the two Inner Strengths collided, the Centurion’s tiger mouth split, his scimitar frozen into shards.

Xie Wen protected Shi Xiong, fighting while retreating, his iron saber carving cold gleams in the night. He suddenly murmured, ”Grand Squad Leader, watch behind!”

At the sound, Shi Feiyang turned aside, three Bone-Piercing Arrows whizzed past his ear, embedding with a dull thud into the felt tent behind.

His palms unleashed another ”Heaven’s Edge” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, golden saber light clashing with the arrows, the resulting air-wave overturned the pursuers.

In the melee, a samurai swung a meteor hammer directly at Shi Xiong.

Xie Wen blocked with his saber but was entangled by another enemy.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes nearly burst, he executed the ultimate move ”Eternal Life” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his palms striking with a shrill whistle. The samurai and hammer were reduced to powder, blood mist splattering the snow-white felt, resembling blooming red plum blossoms.

Once they broke through the siege, Shi Feiyang’s dark suit was already stained with blood.

The three took refuge in an abandoned Aobao, Shi Feiyang unfurled the parchment scroll, the firelight revealing shocking evidence of the Bozhou rebel army’s collusion with the Mongolian Tribe. ”Such secrecy, ordinary transmission would be intercepted.”

Shi Feiyang gazed at the distant camp lights, suddenly recalling Jiangnan Cao Bang’s secret ”Salt Note Cipher” technique.

Three days later, Xie Wen and Shi Xiong set off disguised as salt merchants.

The empty parchment Xie Wen carried seemed ordinary, but actually contained key agreements and camp plans drawn with concentrated salt water.

Upon the special ”salt-glaze map” entering the military camp’s water tank, the faint blue writing slowly emerged: ”At 7:45 PM, the Fire Ox Array will assault the west camp of Feima Pass, supplies all within the Silver-Topped Tent...”

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang was standing on the arrow tower of Snow Wolf Castle, gazing at the southern horizon’s clouds.

Gugela handed warm mare’s milk wine, silver ornaments gently jingling by her temples, ”This time, I’m waiting with you for the news.”

Ba Qianqiu suddenly raised a carved wooden pony, his childish voice resounding in the snow and wind, ”Daddy’s drawing of the pony will bring back good news!”

Three days later, the copper bells of Snow Wolf Castle wept in the cold wind, Xie Wen swept into the front courtyard, wrapped in the north frontier’s frost and snow, the hem of his dark outfit still laced with ice.

Shi Xiong jumped down from Xie Wen’s back, his small face flushed with cold, yet couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes, ”Grand Squad Leader! Elder Liao and the others...”

Before the words finished, Xie Wen already kneeled on one knee, the eagle-shaped ornament at his waist trembling with each breath, ”Report to the Grand Squad Leader, Elder Liao Pei, Lie Quan led our helpers along with Wudang’s Seven Sons and Fifteen Shaolin Stick Monks, three days ago, they broke Yang Yinglong’s rebel army’s Fire Ox Array!”