King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 841 - 247: Sword Cuts the Fierce Chieftain, Heroic Spirit Shines for the People

Xie Zhichuan let out a cold snort, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, as if everything in the world was beneath his notice.

He raised his head proudly and said, "Hmph! The martial arts of those tribes, under my Thirteen Life-taking Swords, are nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs, utterly vulnerable. Once I lead the disciples of Divine Sword Manor into the enemy ranks, we shall surely leave them in ruins, showing them the might of our Divine Sword Manor."

His tone was extremely arrogant, as if the whole world was under his control, his body slightly leaning back, fully displaying his flagrant pride.

Fu Anxing chimed in, "Great Khan, I am not one to be trifled with either. Having navigated the Jianghu for many years, I have my own methods. I will discreetly set up traps, layer upon layer, making it so they cannot defend themselves, and with any carelessness, they will find themselves beyond redemption."

Her eyes carried a sly glint, like a night cat eyeing its prey, making her intentions unfathomable.

Dugu yan, like a silent stone statue, sat there quietly, exuding a reserved and profound aura.

His gaze was deep and distant, like a bottomless cold pool, silently observing everyone’s words and deeds.

At that moment, his long and articulate fingers lightly pinched the wine cup, the motion calm and steady, as if conducting a solemn ceremony. Subsequently, he slowly placed the cup down, and as it struck the table, it produced a clear, melodious, yet somewhat chilling "ding" sound that reverberated through the lively but secretly tumultuous hall, like a morning bell or evening drum piercing the heart, abruptly breaking the noise of heated discussions.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze penetrating, and began to speak slowly, his voice low but with great penetrative power: "Everyone, do not let the sight of immediate interests cloud your judgment, causing you to underestimate the enemy. The tribes on this prairie, molded and refined over the years, each have their unique way of survival and deep foundations. They are rooted in this vast land, having withstood numerous tests of time and passed through generations. They are not to be underestimated lightly, nor easily shaken by us. If we wish to emerge victorious in this turmoil, we must plan carefully and devise a comprehensive, meticulous, and interlocking strategy—only then can we ensure foolproof success. If we act impulsively and recklessly, moved by a moment’s passion, we risk falling into an irreversible abyss, becoming mere fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others."

As Dugu yan spoke, his brows slightly furrowed, those thick brows resembling two tightly locked mountain peaks, radiating gravity and concern.

His eyes were full of wisdom and stability after experiencing the vicissitudes of the Jianghu, as if he could see through the layers of fog, anticipating the crises to come. His gaze slowly swept the crowd, as sharp as a treasure sword, trying to pierce through their fervent ambitions and impulses, injecting rationality back into their hearts, awakening them from delusional dreams.

However, everyone was absorbed in their visions and strategies for prairie supremacy, their minds clouded by greed and desire. Dugu yan’s earnest admonitions mostly went in one ear and out the other, not truly taken to heart. They continued their heated discussions, lost in their thoughts and schemes, enthusiastically debating how to maximize their gains in this struggle for prairie dominance.

Suddenly, a chilling wind blew through, like a midwinter north wind, carrying a bone-chilling cold unexpectedly into the hall.

The wind sounded like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, eerie and terrifying, causing the lights to flicker violently. The flames danced sporadically, resembling ghostly will-o’-the-wisps, casting twisted and bizarre shadows on the walls, enveloping the entire hall in an atmosphere of eerie terror.

Lele Baha was startled, a chill rising from his feet straight to his heart, like a cold snake, spreading instantly through his body. His complexion turned deathly pale, an ominous feeling creeping up in his mind.

Indeed, Shi Feiyang had arrived.

He descended from the sky like a dazzling white light.

His robes fluttered, resembling a Banished Immortal descended to the world, yet carrying an incomparably fierce aura.

His eyebrows shot up like two unsheathed swords, emitting a chilling gleam; his eyes burned with furious flames, hot and wild, as if capable of incinerating all worldly evil to ashes.

He widened his eyes in anger, the fire within locking onto Lan Xiaodie, scolding harshly, "Lan Xiaodie, I have shown you leniency many times, even risking myself to save you, hoping you’d mend your ways and return to the right path. But you remain stubborn and unrepentant, still committing atrocious deeds in this Jianghu. Hmph! Such actions are intolerable and disgraceful, akin to vile insects in the gutter!"

His voice was like the toll of a large bell, echoing in the castle with infinite authority and anger, causing every ill-intentioned person to tremble with fear. Before his words had finished, Shi Feiyang quickly crossed his palms, activating the unparalleled Divine Skill, "Bright Jade Technique."

In an instant, an extreme cold surged from within him, like a midwinter north wind, mixed with swirling snow, sweeping through the entire hall with overwhelming force.

The temperature in the hall dropped sharply, as if plummeting from scorching summer into a wintry iceland. A True Qi vortex formed around him, spinning rapidly, emitting a "whooshing" sound, like thousands of beasts roaring, or the roar of a collapsing mountain.