King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 394 - 156: Dragon’s Shadow Unleashed: The Chronicles of Shi Feiyang’s Campaign Against the Raiders

With a muffled "puff," blood flowed slowly along the blade like a crimson creek.

Aoki Fumie fell backward like a rolling log, tumbling into the depths of the valley. His life vanished along with him, gradually merging with the cold earth under the cover of frost.

Shi Feiyang gripped the Myanmar Saber tightly, witnessing the chaotic scene before him, the anger in his heart gradually subsiding.

He knew well that only by completely eradicating these Japanese invaders could he bring lasting peace to this land and its people.

So, Shi Feiyang wielded the Myanmar Saber, exuding a chilling aura, and charged into the enemy camp, slashing indiscriminately. Each strike carried the extreme cold of the Bright Jade Technique coupled with the fierce ruthlessness of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, taking the life of a Japanese invader with unerring accuracy.

Wherever he went, blood sprayed, and the heads of the invaders were occasionally severed, their bodies covered in frost.

His movements were swift and deadly, each strike of his blade accompanied by the enemy’s screams and a spray of blood.

In this bloody battle, Shi Feiyang became a nightmare in the eyes of the invaders; his name would be forever remembered on this land. As a guardian and hero, his bravery would be passed down through the tales of the people.

Liu Dayou stood like an indomitable War God, exuding an awe-inspiring aura, showcasing his indomitable courage and immense strength. In the fierce clash with Takeda Ci, his gaze was like a torch, keenly identifying Takeda Ci’s fatal weakness.

At this moment, Liu Dayou’s eyes sharpened like an eagle, his brows knit tightly, and he unhesitantly unleashed his ultimate skill known throughout the Jianghu.

His two fingers shot out like unsheathed swords, accompanied by a whistling force, piercing through with lightning speed.

This strike was as fast as lightning and as accurate as a divine arrow, instantly hitting Takeda Ci’s throat, penetrating his carefully constructed defense. Takeda Ci’s eyes widened into rounds like copper bells, his face full of shock and disbelief.

He could not seem to believe that this seemingly ordinary opponent had found his flaw in such a short time and delivered a lethal blow. Yet, the wheels of fate would not stop for anyone.

In this fatal strike, Takeda Ci’s life force rapidly dimmed, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a felled barren tree, stirring up a cloud of dust. His eyes instantly lost their luster, and he breathed no more, dead on the spot.

With the successive falls of these brave generals among the Japanese invaders, their fighting spirit crumbled instantly. Their once fierce and wolf-like gazes now reflected only endless fear and despair.

At this moment, Li Song from afar keenly noticed the abnormal flames rising in the enemy camp. With a stern expression, he waved his hand resolutely and led the warriors of the Ming Army like a whirlwind rushing toward the enemy camp.

Their figures reflected heroically in the light of the flames, their weapons glinting coldly, mercilessly slaughtering the fleeing invaders. For a time, the cries of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwined, composing a symphony of victory.

This thrilling night raid finally concluded with the brilliant victory of Shi Feiyang, Li Song, and others.

As dawn broke, the morning glow painted the sky with vibrant hues, turning the horizon into a tapestry of red clouds. The stunning colors wove together with the patchy bloodstains on the ground and the numerous corpses of the invaders, forming a magnificent scene both tragic and triumphantly victorious.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, a unique scent of battle that constantly reminded people of the cruelty and harshness of the fight.

Shi Feiyang stood tall like a towering mountain on this battlefield filled with smoke and blood.

His gaze was deep and solemn, looking upon everything in front of him, with eyes that held a mournful tribute to his fallen comrades, eyes that seemed to transcend time and space to converse with those valiant warriors who had sacrificed their lives; and with satisfaction for the fruits of victory, knowing that this triumph was hard-won, bought with the blood and lives of countless braves.

In his heart, there was both a longing for peace and a deep anxiety for the future.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Ming Army busily cleared the battlefield, their expressions solemn as they dragged away the corpses of the slain invaders one by one.

The wounded soldiers, under the warm and sturdy support of their comrades, were slowly sent to the rear for treatment.

The entire battlefield gradually returned to calm under the shine of the dawn light, only occasionally interrupted by the crisp and pleasant chirping of birds, seemingly cheering for this victory, breaking the silence of the battlefield.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, the scent of blood in the air making him even more awake.

He turned to look into the distance, towards the direction of the Taihe River.

The river gleamed in the morning light, like a silver ribbon meandering and flowing.

Shi Feiyang pondered silently in his heart; although the battle was won, the threat of the invaders was not completely eliminated.

They were like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, ready to return at any time and continue wreaking havoc on this land.

Therefore, Shi Feiyang had to continue devising strategies to ensure that the people of this land could live in peace and contentment.

Thinking of this, a flicker of determination passed through Shi Feiyang’s eyes, a gaze like flames, illuminating the path ahead of him.