King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 728 226: Seven Steps to Dragon-Slaying Might: Shi Feiyang’s Fierce Battle Against the Jinyi Guard Masters (Part 4)

They wore charming smiles, their eyes sparkling as they exchanged glances with the patrons below, eliciting bursts of whistles and cheers.

In the midst of this bustling excitement, the servants bustled around, busily refilling drinks and serving dishes for the guests.

Their faces radiated enthusiastic smiles, and their movements were skilled, not daring to slacken even a bit.

As for those beauties, they either nestled in the guests' arms coquettishly or held fans, covering their mouths as they whispered to their companions, eyes reflecting their indulgence and intoxication in this opulent lifestyle.

Shi Feiyang stepped into the establishment, an invisible ghost weaving through the lively and noisy environment.

He moved with the grace of a nimble swallow, his steps silent, each step taken with extreme caution, fearing to disturb the patrons inside. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, constantly scanning this world of bright lights and revelry.

He occasionally carefully pushed some room doors ajar, the light seeping through the cracks illuminating his stern face.

Finally, in one room, his keen eyes locked onto a Jinyi Guard lost in indulgence.

The Jinyi Guard, with a flushed face and glazed eyes, was laughing and playing with the woman beside him, completely oblivious to the impending danger.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang did not hesitate, like a long-prepared eagle pouncing on its prey, he dashed forward like an arrow released from the bowstring.

His movements were as swift as thunder, his hands like iron pincers, with immense force, precisely and securely subduing the opponent.

The Jinyi Guard, still reeling from the sudden change, found himself tightly controlled by Shi Feiyang, unable to move.

Shi Feiyang's movements were swift and fluid as flowing clouds and running water, taking off the Jinyi Guard's attire and strapping the Brocade Spring Saber, symbolizing the identity of the Jinyi Guard, around his waist. The entire process was executed smoothly, without the slightest delay.

Afterward, he adjusted his attire and strolled boldly toward the direction of the Imperial Palace.

At this moment, both in demeanor and actions, he indeed seemed to have transformed into a formidable and imposing Jinyi Guard.

In mid-spring, within the Capital's Imperial Palace, a gentle breeze blew, carrying a trace of warmth, yet unable to dispel the heavy and oppressive atmosphere surrounding the South Study of the Qianqing Palace.

The palace walls towered high, the glazed tiles reflecting a cold brilliance in the sunlight, speaking of the majesty and mystery of the inner courts.

Shi Feiyang, dressed as a Jinyi Guard, relied on this disguise to cleverly avoid gazes, smoothly arriving at the South Study of the Qianqing Palace.

He stood before the study door, his tall figure appearing somewhat thin against the backdrop of the palace walls.

At this moment, a trace of tension and excitement welled up in his heart, like surging waves turning within.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions within him, racing like a wild horse, and restore his thoughts to calm.

Then, he suddenly reached out, using all his strength to push open the door.

"Creak——" A long, piercing sound echoed as the door slowly opened, the sound akin to a sharp blade, in this almost deathly silent atmosphere, stood out abruptly, instantly shattering the room's original quiet.

Inside the room, Emperor Wanli, Zhu Yijun, was sitting in front of a large desk, fully engrossed in handling the mountainous pile of Imperial Court affairs.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the brush in his hand dancing across the rice paper, with a solemn expression.

Beside him, a group of guards in heavy armor, weapons gleaming with a cold light, stood sternly, like statues of cold stone.

The eunuchs, in splendid attire, waited respectfully by the side, ready to obey commands at any moment, not daring to breathe heavily; the palace maids held palace lanterns, standing quietly in the corners, their eyes reflecting a trace of fear and unease.

Hearing this sudden door-opening sound, everyone was startled, their bodies instantly tensing up, turning to look at the door.

There stood Shi Feiyang, dressed as a Jinyi Guard, head held high, his gaze firm like a torch, standing straight at the entrance.

The sudden action scared everyone, their faces instantly turning pale, like remnants of snow in winter, devoid of blood, as if seeing a ghost from Hell, their hearts filled with fear and astonishment.

Zhu Yijun focused his eyes, the brush tightly gripped in his hand fell with a "thud," rolling a few times on the ground, making a dull sound.

His legs suddenly lost strength, and he almost slid off the chair.

He pointed a trembling finger at Shi Feiyang, his voice trembling with fear and anger, almost out of control: "Aren't you the imperial criminal, Shi Feiyang? How dare you trespass into my South Study! Guards, seize him at once, dismember him!"

His voice echoed inside, with a hint of hysterical trembling, akin to the roar of a wounded beast.

The guards, eunuchs, and palace maids were equally terrified, some of the more timid ones even wet themselves on the spot, the pungent smell instantly permeating the atmosphere, making the study even more oppressive.

The guards drew their swords, the blades glinting, emitting a chilling air, encircling Shi Feiyang. However, due to apprehension of Shi Feiyang's formidable reputation, though they adopted a stance as if facing a formidable enemy, their swords trembled slightly, never daring to rashly advance.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang remained unruffled, a confident smile appearing on his face, composed and unfazed, as if he could maintain his calm demeanor even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.