King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 291 - 137: Heng Mountain Turmoil: Zhong Renwang Sows Discord, Xie Zhichuan Turns Vicious

The powerful impact shook the frost on the ground, causing it to fall like fluttering snowflakes.

This block demonstrated Nun Chixia’s deep martial arts foundation, but she knew in her heart that her opponents were numerous and each one a top-notch expert in the Jianghu. If this continued, the Hengshan Sect would likely face great danger. A wave of helplessness and sorrow rose in her heart.

Seeing this, Li Qiushui’s eyebrows slanted upward in anger. She shouted sharply, her voice clear but filled with icy killing intent. In her hands, a pair of Willow Leaf Flying Sabers shimmered with a cold glint in the dim light, like two black streaks of lightning, shooting towards the two pretty nuns, Liao Ran and Ruo Ran.

The flying sabers sliced through the air with a sharp "whoosh," as if trying to cut through the cold air itself.

Liao Ran and Ruo Ran turned pale with fright, their eyes filled with terror.

But years of practice and martial arts training enabled them to react swiftly in their panic.

Hurriedly, they drew their long swords, their movements frantic yet tinged with a touch of determination.

Crossing their swords to block, a crisp "ding ding" sounded, with sparks flying around.

The flying sabers were deflected, landing on the nearby snowy ground, leaving two shallow marks. However, their hands trembled slightly, aware that such a defense was only temporary. Facing such formidable enemies, their lives were in constant peril.

Yili, once a peerless beauty renowned throughout the Martial Arts world, had captivated countless heroes with her ink-black, waterfall-like hair. That long hair danced in the wind like flowing black silk, radiating a captivating luster, adding a touch of grace and ethereal beauty to her appearance.

However, things are now completely different.

She resolutely cut off her luxuriant hair, bidding farewell to her past life in the Jianghu, transforming into a bald, pretty nun. That once prideful long hair was gone, replaced by a head as smooth as a mirror.

This bald head, reflecting a soft glow in the dim light, did not diminish her beauty in the slightest. Instead, it added a mysterious aura that made one want to explore the story deep within her heart.

This dramatic transformation, like a silent metamorphosis, quietly narrated her farewell to the past and her acceptance and understanding of a new life. Despite the drastic change in Yili’s outward appearance, her breathtaking beauty remained suffocatingly beautiful.

Her eyes, like deep autumn waters, were clear and bright. The light flowing in her gaze carried a detachment from worldly affairs, as if she had already seen through life’s disturbances, reaching a serene and elevated spiritual realm.

Her eyebrows, like graceful new moons, had just the right curve, slightly arching at the ends, revealing an independent and ethereal quality.

Beneath her high-bridged nose was a small, cherry-like, red lips that were hard to conceal her inherent beauty even when pressed together.

She wore the simplest of nun robes, primarily in a plain gray hue, with a coarse texture and simple style, devoid of excessive decoration. However, such an ordinary outfit could not hide her innate elegance and extraordinary poise.

Standing upright, her posture was straight like a bamboo standing proudly in the cold wind, exuding resilience and grace; her steps were light as she walked, as if she were a lotus gently swaying in the breeze, her demeanor elegant, each step blooming a lotus.

In her every gesture, Yili displayed gentle grace. Even when situated in this noisy mundane world, she still emitted a calming aura, like a celestial maiden who had accidentally ventured into the human realm, extraordinarily beautiful and unforgettable.

At the bleak summit of Heng Mountain, the sky was densely overcast, with heavy clouds like a cumbersome stone pressing down, making it hard to breathe. The fierce cold wind, like a roaring beast, rampaged through the mountains, producing a "woo woo" howl, stirring up the sand and dirt on the ground into a swirling cloud.

The surrounding trees shook violently in the fierce wind, their bare branches clashing and making "creaking" sounds, mourning for the impending conflict.

Zhong Renwang’s two sons, Zhong Wanwang and Zhong Wanqiang, found themselves amid this tense and chaotic situation, yet were utterly entranced by Yili’s celestial beauty. As the furious wind blew, Zhong Wanwang’s previously tidy clothes flapped noisily in the wind, with the hem wildly flapping, but he was oblivious.

His legs slightly bent, his toes subconsciously leaned inward, his body almost leaning forward, as if this could bring him closer to Yili.

At that moment, Zhong Wanwang’s hands instinctively hung by his sides, his fingers nervously twitching, as if eager to touch something.

His eyes widened like two copper bells about to pop out of their sockets, stared intently at Yili, filled with greed and desire, like a wild wolf eyeing its prey.

Zhong Wanwang’s mouth hung open, drool uncontrollably streaming from the corners, shining brightly in the cold wind, becoming semi-solidified, trickling slowly down his chin and drawing a long, thin line on the ground.

From time to time, he extended his tongue to lick his chapped lips, with a "gurgling" swallowing sound from his throat, yet more drool continued to drip down, falling heavily with a "plop" onto the dust stirred by the fierce wind, splashing up some gravel. He paid no mind, his thoughts completely occupied by Yili.