King of Hundred Victories Saber

"Si Meng, you've misunderstood." Shi Feiyang attempted to explain, his hands gently waving in the air.

He wanted to clarify the misunderstanding, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.

"Misunderstanding?" Gong Simeng let out a cold laugh, filled with bitterness and irony, and retorted, "I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be a misunderstanding? Shi Feiyang, I've treated you wholeheartedly, and what about you? Aside from spending your days fighting and killing, have you ever shown me a bit of tenderness?" Her shoulders trembled slightly, the grievances and anger in her heart spilled out like a flood, and her voice was distorted with emotion.

"For you, I betrayed my family, gave up my identity, and wandered everywhere with you, yet you treat me like this!" Gong Simeng shouted hoarsely, her voice echoing painfully and despairingly in the empty valley.

That voice was about to tear through the silent valley.

Shi Feiyang was momentarily speechless, unable to respond. His lips parted slightly, but not a sound came out. The image of the Sunflower Saintess flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. His heart was full of conflicting feelings. On one hand, Liu Tingting's resemblance to the Sunflower Saintess indeed stirred affection in him; on the other hand, having fought and bled alongside Gong Simeng for so long, those days of fighting shoulder to shoulder had forged a deep bond with her, and in this moment of crisis, he instinctively prioritized protecting Gong Simeng.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng turned and left angrily.

Shi Feiyang had not yet recovered from Gong Simeng's accusations when he suddenly heard her cries for help: "Brother Shi, save me, save me!" The cry for help was like a bolt from the blue, resounding abruptly in Shi Feiyang's ears.

Shi Feiyang immediately snapped out of his daze, his heart contracted sharply, and he hurried in the direction of the voice. His heartbeat quickened fiercely, as if threatening to burst out of his chest, the wind whistled past his ears, and Gong Simeng's cries for help grew increasingly urgent.

Gong Simeng, after turning to leave, was extremely dejected, and her steps grew heavier.

She walked aimlessly into a denser stretch of forest, where the trees blocked out the sky, and the light grew dimmer.

The thick fallen leaves underfoot felt soft yet made her steps unsteady, producing a rustling sound.

Just as she was immersed in her pain, several shadowy figures suddenly appeared from all directions.

The leading figure was masked with a piece of black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. He said coolly, "Gong Simeng, we've finally found you, come with us!" His voice was low and icy, as if echoing from the Nine Nether Hell.

Gong Simeng was startled, cautiously retreating a few steps, and shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The black-clad men did not reply, merely gestured, and several of them encircled her in a fan formation. Their footsteps on the fallen leaves created a "sh-sh-sh" sound. Gong Simeng quickly drew the Soft Sword from her waist, its blade gleaming with cold light, but her hand trembled slightly with nervousness. She assumed a defensive posture, her eyes fixed intently on the surrounding enemies, her heart pounding violently in her chest, the "thump-thump-thump" echoing as if it would burst her eardrums.

"Si Meng, don't be afraid, I'm coming!" Shi Feiyang shouted as he advanced swiftly, his heart in his throat, the wind howling past his ears, and Gong Simeng's cries growing more urgent.

Various ominous scenarios flashed continually in Shi Feiyang's mind, fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his back was already soaked with perspiration. By now, the surrounding trees had become denser, the light dimmer, concealing endless dangers.

The wind howled through the trees, producing a "woo-woo" sound, like ghostly whispers.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang caught up, seeing Gong Simeng in front of him, besieged by several black-clad men in the forest.

The atmosphere in the woods was eerie and oppressive, with light filtering through the gaps in the leaves, creating patches of dappled shadows.

The rustling of crushed leaves underfoot added to the tension.

Gong Simeng's previously tidy attire was now torn in several places, the shredded strips of cloth fluttering helplessly in the wind, narrating her tragic ordeal. Her hair was no longer neatly arranged, scattered slightly messily on her shoulders. Her eyes overflowed with fear, shimmering with helplessness, her body trembling slightly, hands instinctively shielding her front.

Shi Feiyang was instantly set ablaze with anger, his heart feeling as if it were gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, filled with worry for Gong Simeng and rage at the black-clad men. At this moment, dark clouds rolled in the sky, covering the last slivers of light and casting the world into darkness.

A fierce wind swept past, blowing the surrounding trees sideways, producing a creaking sound, trembling in anticipation of the ensuing fierce battle. The wind's eerie wail, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, echoed through the valley, adding a chilling atmosphere to the imminent fight.

"You scoundrels, let her go!" Shi Feiyang's roar erupted abruptly, akin to an enraged lion's roar. The sound traveled far on the wind, rustling the leaves around, amplifying his wrath.

Without waiting for a response, Shi Feiyang had already charged into the midst of the intense battle like an arrow loosed from the bow.

These black-clad men were assassins from Netherworld Valley, wielding various weapons, their moves vicious and deadly.