King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 284 - 136: The Auspicious Beast Sparks Conflict—Liu Tingting’s Unyielding Obsession, Shi Feiyang’s Martial Arts Assert Dominance

At this moment, Liu Tingting’s heart was full of courage, betting it all; she shouted internally that she must protect the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, absolutely not allowing the Shadow Alliance’s plot to succeed, even if it costs her life.

The face of the Dark Night Owl was grave, like the sky turning gloomy before a storm.

He raised the large saber in his hand high, the blade radiating a strong black light, unleashing a move called "Shadow Storm." The blade’s rotation speed suddenly increased, the black airflow grew denser, as if black flames were fiercely burning, forming a powerful black whirlwind, howling "woo woo" as it clashed with Liu Tingting’s water curtain.

For a moment, water vapor and black aura permeated, the entire Qingfeng Valley seemed shrouded in chaos, the figures of the two faintly visible in the mist, only the "bang bang" sound of weapons colliding and the "buzz buzz" of inner strength reverberating, along with the sound of their heavy breathing.

Liu Tingting, in this chaotic situation, felt inevitably a bit flustered; she sensed her strength gradually faltering in the confrontation with the Dark Night Owl, sweat continuously sliding down her forehead. But thinking of the Auspicious Beasts’ safety, she forcibly repressed her inner unease, her eyes revealing a bit of stubbornness, striving to find a flaw in the Dark Night Owl’s moves.

The Dark Night Owl’s gaze was like that of an eagle, keenly spotting a flaw in the chaotic mist; a fierce glimpse flashed in his eyes, as he suddenly hacked down with a single slash, "Sky-Splitting Slash"! The large saber carried a force of a thousand pounds, like a black lightning bolt, slicing through the mist, chopping towards Liu Tingting’s head; where the saber’s aura passed, it carved a deep gully on the ground, hissing, as if tearing the earth apart.

Liu Tingting reacted swiftly, her beautiful eyes flashing a trace of panic, yet she immediately calmed down, moved her body aside swiftly, while her sword followed the path to draw an arc, "Fog Locks Cold River," the sword’s curtain was like a thick cold fog, temporarily obscuring the Dark Night Owl’s sight.

At this point, Liu Tingting felt a burst of fear; if that slash had hit, she would undoubtedly be dead, in that instant, life and death were a hair’s breadth apart, cold sweat drenched her back. But she also understood, in this life-and-death duel, there was no room to retreat; she must remain calm, seeking opportunities for a counterattack.

The two engaged in a fierce back-and-forth, each move containing deadly danger, fully embodying a life-or-death combat stance, with life hanging by a thread. The intense and thrilling atmosphere permeated the entire Qingfeng Valley, making hearts pound as if every plant and tree in the valley trembled for this fierce battle.

At the side of the Heroic Sakura Association, Shi Feiyang, with unwavering belief, never gave up searching for the whereabouts of Gong Simeng, the Vermilion Bird, and the White Tiger. His gaze was like a torch, his eyes revealing an obsession difficult for others to reach, seemingly wanting to see through every inch of this world.

As days passed, Shi Feiyang arranged for the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association and the female knight Yili of the Hengshan Sect to continuously expand the search area, not overlooking any corner where clues might hide.

Whether in remote valleys or in deep forests, their footprints marked their exploration.

At this moment, at the Qingfeng Valley Entrance, the Cultivation Race carried the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, and the unconscious Gong Simeng, hurriedly escaping. Their expressions were panicked, like startled birds, eyes full of fear and anxiety, fearing they would be caught the next second.

Their steps were hurried and disordered, stepping on fallen twigs and leaves, making a "creak creak" sound, adding a bit of embarrassment.

However, their every move did not escape the sharp eyes of the "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen. Xie Wen, like an eagle soaring in the sky, constantly patrolled day and night. His eyes were sharp as hawks, keenly observing every detail on the ground.

At this moment, Xie Wen’s heart tightened, a strong sense of crisis surged up, deeply knowing the situation was extremely urgent. Almost instantly, he swiftly reached to his waist and pulled out the green flame arrow, movements skillful and decisive.

The green flame arrow carried a wind-splitting momentum, shooting across the sky with lightning speed, "whoosh," emitting a dazzling green light in the air, like a brilliant meteor, instantly illuminating the whole valley.

Then, another green flame arrow was shot, this time aiming at the ground, directly targeting the fleeing Cultivation Race. The arrow’s speed was so fast, its power so fierce, seemingly about to tear space apart, carrying an irresistible pressure.

The Cultivation Race, upon seeing this, was terrified; they desperately tried to dodge, but the speed of the green flame arrow was too fast, like lightning, fleeting, already in front of them.

"Ah!" A scream abruptly cut through the silence of the valley, a cultivator was struck at a critical point by the green flame arrow, instantly collapsing, unable to get up, blood staining his collar red.

The remaining cultivators, witnessing the scene, were even more frightened out of their wits, hastening to escape this deathly place.

However, how could Xie Wen let them go easily; his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of the Cultivation Race, the green flame arrow in his hand once again aiming at the next target.

This action also conveyed a crucial signal to the members of the Heroic Sakura Association.

Shi Feiyang, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling, "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Round Barrel" Lu Dechu, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, and others saw the signal, as if hearing the horn of charge.

Their movements were agile, like a group of trained, ready-to-strike leopards, decisively rushing towards the Qingfeng Valley Entrance, their footsteps rapid and determined, making "thud thud thud" sounds on the ground.