King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 957: Chapter 267: Shadows of Sword and Blade in the Inn, Heroic Valor Amidst the Clouds (Part 2)

Shi Xiong coordinated seamlessly, the Poisoned Horned Cone in his hand continuously harassing, its cold light flashing, leaving the white-clad scholar defenseless.

The white-clad scholar struggled desperately within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, letting out cries of despair, but all was in vain.

At this moment, the inn’s atmosphere seemed shadowed by a layer of bloody haze.

The cold wind blew fiercely, stirring the dust and blood on the ground, mixing together and filling the air with a pungent bloody scent.

Beside stood Guo Xiangyu, holding a bamboo knife, her gaze firm and fiery.

Her heart was filled with admiration and affection for Shi Feiyang, and in this fierce struggle, she also showed a bold and fierce character, daring to fight and kill, love and hate, with clear distinctions. On normal days, when serving Shi Feiyang, she was diligent and attentive, arranging everything perfectly; now, in this battlefield, she did not retreat in the slightest, each knife strike bringing the sound of wind, displaying the heroic spirit of not letting down femininity.

Shi Feiyang stood at a high vantage point, overlooking everything.

He stood with his arms behind his back, his posture straight as a pine tree, his eyes showing determination and resoluteness, as if he were the master of this world.

He shook his head slightly and sighed deeply, saying, "This Jianghu is fraught with endless disputes, living beings suffer; this is not my wish. Though I, Shi Feiyang, am merely a martial artist, I am deeply aware of the suffering of the people. Today, I am determined to cleanse this world of evil, return peace to Jianghu, and bring tranquility to the people of the world."

His voice was mighty and powerful, echoing in this world, carrying an admirable aura and a heart for the world.

Xie Wen’s muscles tensed, veins bulged, once again sending the white-clad scholar, trapped within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, hurtling to the ground with formidable force. This throw seemed to weigh down like Mount Tai, shaking the ground.

Immediately afterward, he maintained a tight rhythm, relentlessly slamming the white-clad scholar seven or eight more times.

With each impact, the white-clad scholar let out a muffled groan of extreme pain, the sound dull and oppressive, akin to being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer, echoing continuously in the silent yet intensely tense courtyard, resembling a tragic ballad.

The white-clad scholar felt as though his entire skeleton had fallen apart, each bone emitting a cry of agony.

The pain left his face as pale as paper, devoid of blood, his lips trembling, and blood slowly seeping from his mouth, the bright red streaks sliding down the corners of his lips, dripping onto the cold ground.

His gaze became hazy and confused, dizzy, his consciousness gradually fading, almost completely losing the ability to resist.

At this moment, his body lay limp on the ground, akin to a lifeless heap of mud, left at others’ mercy.

Under Shi Xiong’s rapid and storm-like deadly attacks with the Poisoned Horned Cone, the white-clad scholar finally lost the power to struggle.

The Poisoned Horned Cone pierced his vital point with a whistling wind.

His body rapidly turned black, a sign of the poison invading his system. Immediately, a nauseating stench spread, mingling with the bloody scent of the battlefield, becoming even more terrifying and eerie.

At that moment, the green-clad scholar, witnessing his companion’s tragic death, seemed akin to a beast gone mad, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted.

He swung the Jade Xiao furiously, in a mania-like pursuit of Xie Wen and Shi Xiong.

The cold wind pierced sharply beneath, like sharp blades cutting painfully against the skin.

The wind blew, making his green robes flutter.

Those green robes now seemed like a ragged funeral cloth, tossed about in the wind, foretelling his impending tragic fate.

Suddenly, the sound of a gust of wind like blades came from behind, resembling the sharp sound of a nocturnal beast diving for prey. The green-clad scholar’s heart jolted in alarm as he instinctively turned, holding the Jade Xiao to block.

However, he could not have known that Shi Feiyang’s fierce sword aura was not something his mere Jade Xiao could withstand.

Shi Feiyang stood proudly not far away, his posture straight as a pine tree, dignified and majestic, akin to a towering peak, insurmountable. Although he held no sword, an invisible and fierce aura emanated from him, like the master of the world.

His gaze was like a torch, akin to stars in the cold night, tightly fixating on the green-clad scholar, his eyes revealing resolve and ruthlessness, having seen through the scholar’s very soul.

Shi Feiyang raised his hand slightly, the movement seeming gentle yet containing boundless power.

He struck out a palm through the air, and instantly, a dazzling sword aura condensed and took shape.

The sword aura appeared akin to a golden lightning bolt, carrying a forceful momentum, charging swiftly toward the green-clad scholar at a speed like a thunderclap. Wherever the sword aura passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible sharp blade, making a sizzling sound, speaking of the fearsome power it carried.

The dust on the ground was also swept up by this powerful force, forming a miniature dust storm, sand and stones whirling, eclipsing the sky.

With a crisp crack, akin to a sudden thunder or ancient ice shattering in an instant, it was particularly jarring in the quiet yet nerve-wracking courtyard. Under the impact of this fierce sword aura, the green-clad Jade Xiao scholar was split into two.

Two halves of the corpse flew outward with powerful inertia, landing heavily on the ground.

In an instant, blood sprayed like a fountain, the bright red specks rapidly spreading over the cold ground, under the dim moonlight, emitting a nauseating smell, resembling a tragic painting of Hell, shocking to behold.

The fierce battle in the courtyard continued to rage fervently, Guo Xiangyu resembling a resilient rose amidst the raging storm, graceful yet unyielding.