King of Hundred Victories Saber

In the training grounds of the Black Wind Stronghold, the moonlight was hazy, like a thin veil gently covering this ancient land, casting a shadowy light. The torches all around flickered unsteadily in the night wind, the flames leaping like ghosts, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment, enveloping the ancient village in a deathly silence.

The stone path in the training grounds felt exceedingly cold and hard, each step upon it was like stepping on an icy tombstone, echoing with a heavy and muffled sound. In the distance, a few dilapidated houses swayed in the night wind, the creaking sound resembling the ghost of the Black Wind Stronghold's past glory, quietly narrating the buried past.

The White Tiger Altar Master, Shen Ye Xiao, wore a black robe that seemed to merge with the night, hiding his figure within, revealing only a pair of cold, gleaming eyes like a beast lurking in the darkness, exuding a sense of danger, ready to strike.

The night wind blew gently, and the flags on the training grounds flapped loudly in the wind, heralding an imminent life-and-death struggle.

The air was filled with tension and unease, every sound of the flag flapping like a war drum beating for the upcoming battle, making hearts race and nerves tighten.

Gong Simeng tightly gripped a long whip, her expression grave, her eyes wide open, intensely observing the surroundings. Her heart raced rapidly, every breath brushing past Death God's touch, the hurried breaths echoing distinctly in the quiet night sky.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered like a ghost, and Shen Ye Xiao's "Ghost Shadow Flashing Sword" pierced forth, the sword light like lightning, dazzlingly fast, difficult to capture.

Quick to react, Gong Simeng showed a hint of resolve in her beautiful eyes, swinging her long whip which sliced through the air like a serpentine dragon, attempting to halt this sudden attack. However, Shen Ye Xiao's swordsmanship was unpredictably strange, the sword like a venomous snake, cunningly avoiding the whip's attacks repeatedly, directly targeting Gong Simeng's vital points, thrusting her into unprecedented crisis.

Gong Simeng dodged left and right, continuously wielding the whip in counterattack, her slender figure turning and twisting amidst the swordlight.

Yet ultimately, she could not match Shen Ye Xiao's fierce and elusive swordsmanship.

Within three moves, Gong Simeng's clothes were slashed, revealing skin as white as snow, and sweat beaded on her forehead, shimmering under the moonlight. Just as Gong Simeng felt her energy gradually depleting and struggling to cope, a clear cry suddenly echoed from the sky, as the Vermilion Bird swooped down like a divine bird from the heavens, charging straight towards Shen Ye Xiao.

The Vermilion Bird's speed was as fast as lightning, its multicolored feathers shimmering brilliantly under the moonlight, like burning flames.

It swiftly pecked at Shen Ye Xiao's head, its sharp beak like a dagger, forcing Shen Ye Xiao to divert part of his attention to deal with the Vermilion Bird's attacks, causing a brief disruption in his offensive.

Each of the Vermilion Bird's attacks was extraordinarily precise, akin to descending Divine Soldiers, offering Gong Simeng a turning point.

At that moment, the White Tiger dashed forward from one side, bringing a fierce gale with it.

The White Tiger's massive body resembled a moving mountain, imposing and fierce. Shen Ye Xiao was caught off guard by this sudden change, needing to defend against both the Vermilion Bird's pecks and remain wary of the White Tiger's pounce.

The White Tiger's roar echoed through the night sky, deafeningly loud, each attack filled with strength and wildness, like a call from ancient times, brimming with endless majesty and awe.

Gong Simeng seized the opportunity, and her long whip lashed out fiercely, coiling around Shen Ye Xiao's neck like an agile snake. Shen Ye Xiao was shocked, fear filling his eyes as he struggled to break free from the whip's grip.

But by then, the White Tiger had already pounced in front of him, its enormous body pinning him to the ground.

The White Tiger's claws dug deep into Shen Ye Xiao's body, dust flying up as Shen Ye Xiao let out a despairing roar, desperately struggling. The White Tiger opened its bloody maw and fiercely bit into Shen Ye Xiao's throat. Blood spattered instantly, and Shen Ye Xiao's struggles ceased abruptly, leaving him motionless.

Gong Simeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, the long whip slipping from her hand, weakly falling to the ground.

The Vermilion Bird circled a few times in the air before gracefully landing on her shoulder, as if congratulating her.

The White Tiger stood majestically beside her, its mouth still dripping with Shen Ye Xiao's blood.

Gong Simeng gently stroked the Vermilion Bird's feathers, her eyes soft with gratitude as she looked at the White Tiger, thankful for its timely assistance. In front of the Black Wind Stronghold's gate, the Vermilion Bird Altar Master Su Yanfeng stood proudly, her red attire like fire, the vibrant hue like blazing flames, accentuating her figure even more strikingly. Her gaze was cold and resolute, exuding a chilling aura.

Once the Saintess of the Red Flame Sect, now she appeared like a messenger from Hell, radiating a deadly allure.

Xiang Kun, unafraid, held an iron flute, stepping forward with lightning speed, launching the first attack.

He swung the iron flute, like a black lightning bolt, aiming straight for Su Yanfeng's throat.

Su Yanfeng sneered coldly, the sound like a frigid wind in winter, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

She sidestepped the attack, instantly releasing a "Flaming Phoenix Blaze Palm". Flames sprang up from her palm, waves of heat surged forth, the flames resembling a phoenix soaring across the sky, rushing towards Xiang Kun, igniting the air with a sizzling sound wherever it passed.