King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 401 - 157: Intertwined Ice and Fire: Shi Feiyang’s Bloody Battle with the Great Saber Association (Part 4)

Everyone worked together and quickly set up a few tents. The tents, bathed in the moonlight, looked particularly cozy, serving as a warm haven in the mountain forest. Wang Yan turned and walked into the forest. With his keen senses and superb martial arts, he caught a few wild rabbits and quickly caught some venomous snakes. His movements were skillful and swift, as if he were one with nature.

He returned to the campsite and skillfully lit a bonfire. The roaring flames dispelled the surrounding chill and also illuminated the faces of everyone present. The firelight shining on each face brought warmth and hope.

The aroma of roasted meat spread through the air, and everyone sat around the fire, enjoying the food while quietly discussing how to ambush Bai Renfeng.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was profound as he stared at the dancing flames, calmly saying, "That Bai Renfeng fellow, having seen Xue’Er so beautiful, will definitely not give up easily and will return. We shall set up an ambush here and wait for him to walk right into our trap."

Everyone nodded, their eyes revealing a firm resolve.

At midnight, all was silent, as if the mountain forest was shrouded in a veil of tranquility.

Bai Renfeng, leading the Vice Squad Leader Lu Yu, Lu Feng, Lu Liang, Lu Qiao, Lu Suo of the Liaodong Saber Association—the heirs of the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber"—stealthily entered the forest like phantoms. Their movements were light and fast, blending seamlessly with the night.

Their figures flickered in the moonlight, steps light yet exuding a deadly aura.

In their eyes shone a cold gleam, as if they had already foreseen the coming victory.

However, they did not know that Yang Xue’Er was not in the tents.

She was hiding in the nearby bushes, holding her breath, waiting for the optimal moment to deliver an unexpected strike to Bai Renfeng.

At the moment, Yang Xue’Er was nestled in Shi Feiyang’s arms, the two concealed among the branches of a large tree.

She was pressed closely against Shi Feiyang, feeling his strong heartbeat, her heart filled with sweetness and peace.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her hands gently encircling his waist, wishing to meld with him.

She slightly raised her head, gazing at Shi Feiyang’s profile, the moonlight outlining his handsome features, her eyes filled with deep love and trust.

Shi Feiyang tightly guarded Yang Xue’Er, his eyes warily scanning the surroundings, a weapon clutched in his hand, ever ready to face the imminent fierce battle. Bai Renfeng and his companions, like a group of ghosts crawling out of the abyss of darkness, silently prowled the mountain forest.

The moonlight, streaming through the intricate web of branches and leaves, cast mottled and eerie shadows.

The surrounding trees gently swayed in the light breeze, leaves brushing against each other, creating a rustling sound, as though an unsightly symphony from Hell, heralding the prelude for the impending bloody battle.

The fallen leaves on the ground were stirred by the wind, rustling softly, as if speaking in a language only they understood, whispering that danger was silently approaching.

In the distance, a night owl let out several shrill and sharp cries, its call piercing the silence of the night sky, like the wails of a demon, adding an eerie and frightening atmosphere to the impending fierce battle.

Shi Feiyang, like a top predator sensing danger, keenly detected the approach of the enemy. His muscles tensed, hand gripping the Myanmar Saber emitting a ghostly glow, he slightly turned his body, lowered his breath, and whispered in Yang Xue’Er’s ear, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

His voice was deep yet powerful, like a stabilizing beacon. Yang Xue’Er nodded vigorously, instinctively burying herself further into Shi Feiyang’s embrace.

In this moment of peril, she was absolutely convinced that as long as Shi Feiyang was by her side, no hardship or risk could harm her.

At this moment, a cold wind swept through, causing the branches to sway violently, leaves rustling against each other, seemingly cheering for Shi Feiyang’s impending heroic battle.

Bai Renfeng led his group slowly toward the tents, his gaze sharp like an eagle, carefully searching around. Suddenly, he flipped open a tent only to find Yang Xue’Er wasn’t inside, a trace of doubt arising in his heart, his brow furrowing into a ’川’ shape.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly leaped from the tree, like a long-awaited leopard, his entire body instantly taut, then pouncing at Bai Renfeng like lightning. The Myanmar Saber in his hand whistled through the air, gleaming with a cold light in the moonlight, aiming straight for Bai Renfeng’s throat, moving so fast that the blade’s trajectory was nearly impossible to catch.

Bai Renfeng reacted swiftly, dodging sideways like an agile monkey, while simultaneously sweeping his Long Sword horizontally.

With a loud "clang," like a mighty bell, sparks flew, and the impact from the clash of weapons made Bai Renfeng’s arm go numb, his tiger’s mouth even seeping blood.

Seeing this, the heirs of the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber," Lu Yu, Lu Feng, Lu Liang, Lu Qiao, Lu Suo, immediately formed a fan shape to encircle Shi Feiyang. They exchanged glances, understanding without words, and swiftly executed the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber Technique."

This saber technique was extremely fierce, with each slash aimed directly at the vital points.

Lu Yu let out a thunderous shout, his voice like a mighty bell, raising his Great Saber high, as if gathering the force of a mountain, bringing it down on Shi Feiyang with a weight of a thousand jins. The saber wind howled, forcefully splitting the air in two, causing everything around to tremble.