King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 680 217: Yili Rescues Her Sect: Extreme Weather and Guild Encirclement

Yili's face is absolutely beautiful, like jade meticulously sculpted by the heavens, her skin fairer than snow, exuding a gentle glow under the sunlight, her eyes like a clear spring, bright and lucid.

She is clad in a white long dress, its hem fluttering with the wind, much like a celestial being descended to the mortal world, emanating an extraordinary and refined aura. At this moment, her gaze is resolute as a boulder, her long sword in hand, executing the supreme technique of her school, the "Mist Swordsmanship."

She raises her sword in hand, the blade quivering lightly, emitting a buzzing resonance.

She begins with a subtle flick of the sword tip, seemingly casual, yet containing profound inner strength and exquisite skill.

The sword tip instantly transforms into several cold stars, akin to a spiritual snake flicking its tongue, fiercely and precisely thrusting towards Xie Zhichuan's throat.

This strike is swift like lightning, carrying an aggressive sword qi that tears through the air, leaving a faint white sword mark in its wake, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Xie Zhichuan, a seasoned veteran of the Jianghu, though startled, reacts swiftly, hurriedly raising his sword to block.

A resounding "clang" echoes, like a mighty bell tolling, sparks fly everywhere, his sword almost slipping from his hand from the shock, a sharp pain seizes his tiger's mouth, and his arm numbs slightly. He marvels in his heart at Yili's exquisite swordsmanship and profound inner strength.

Yet Yili does not pause, her swordsmanship flowing like clouds and water; her wrist lightly turns and the sword follows suit, sweeping like a white ribbon towards Dugu Yan.

This sweep delivers just the right amount of force, twisting from the waist to move the arm, power building layer by layer, the sword speed increasing rapidly, carrying a formidable force, as if it would sever everything in its path.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan's complexion changes drastically, hurriedly sidestepping to dodge.

That fierce sword wind whistled past, slicing open his sleeve nonetheless, revealing a neat cut at the cuff; fear seizes his heart. If not for his quick reaction, this sword could have cleaved him in two; where the sword wind passed, a shallow mark was left on the ground.

Following that, Yili turns her body, using the inertia of her spin, her wrist flips sharply, the long sword like a rainbow piercing the sun, surging towards Lan Xiaodie.

This strike, raised high above her head, descends from top to bottom with the power of thunder, compressing the surrounding air into a powerful current. Normally meticulous, Lan Xiaodie, witnessing the exquisite nature of Yili's swordsmanship, feels wholly terrified, her beautiful face paling with fright, her widened eyes filled with fear.

She instinctively retreats hastily, her steps chaotic, nearly stumbling to the ground.

Yili's strike hits the ground with a muffled "thud," a fracture appearing in the earth, dust flying.

The early spring wind still carries a piercing chill, like countless icy needles, mercilessly pricking all things.

Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and Lan Xiaodie see Yili appear like a celestial being descending into the world, their hearts riddled with fear, and Shi Feiyang's stern and formidable figure flashes through their minds, thinking he too might have come.

In an instant, their faces turn as pale as paper, devoid of any color, like the snow of winter.

Bean-sized sweat beads uncontrollably roll down their foreheads, and in this cold air, the sweat beads carry a hint of chill.

The three exchanged glances; their eyes filled with fear and despair, and understanding each other without words, they no longer care about much, hastily abandoned the battle, retreating in a panic like whipped dogs.

Their steps stumble as they rush towards the distance, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Xie Wen, seeing the crisis averted, breathes a sigh of relief, pulling Lu Hongye along like a light feather drifting down.

He landed steadily, quickly gathering the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Then, he respectfully opened the net, releasing Lu Hongye.

Next, he tidied his clothes, straightening his appearance, and bowed respectfully to Yili, his voice full of reverence: "Madam, thank you for your intervention, resolving our immediate danger. If not for Madam's timely arrival, we would have faced a great calamity today. Madam's immense grace, we shall never forget."

Shan Zhi also rushed forward, deftly picking up the scattered plum blossom darts from the ground like an agile monkey.

These plum blossom darts are his unique hidden weapons, each one carrying the essence of his efforts.

He then came to Yili, similarly bowing respectfully and said: "Madam, thank you for your grace of saving us. Your sword, like divine soldiers descending from heaven, saved our lives."

Having said that, he turned, introduced Lu Hongye with an outstretched hand: "Madam, this is Miss Lu Hongye, whom we are escorting to the capital on an important mission."

Lu Hongye raised her eyes to look at Yili, seeing her skin fairer than snow, her eyes bright as stars, her posture graceful, beautiful as a celestial immortal.

Lu Hongye couldn't help but feel ashamed in her heart, feeling not up to par.

She slightly bowed, gracefully greeting Yili, her voice soft: "Madam, I've long heard of your renowned beauty. Meeting you today feels like a dream. Madam's grace makes me feel deeply inadequate."

Yili smiled, her gaze gentle like the warm sunshine of spring, and said, "There's no need for formalities. Helping each other is the code of honor in the Jianghu. We are all people of the Jianghu and naturally should look out for one another."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, like an oriole emerging from the valley, filling those who heard it with warmth.

After a round of conversation, everyone learned that Yili had received a letter from her master.

Yili slightly frowned, a gentle furrow on her brow gathering the sorrows of the world, her expression holding a trace of worry like the faint mist enveloping the mountains.