King of Hundred Victories Saber

The woman's body slowly fell, her eyes carrying a hint of relief, yet leaving behind endless regret.

Everyone was shocked, and Shi Feiyang was heartbroken.

He took the baby girl, looking at the small, tender face in the swaddling clothes, feeling a mix of emotions.

The baby girl's face was rosy and carried the unique milky scent of babies, forming a stark contrast to the bloody and cruel scene, highlighting the impermanence and sadness of the world.

The heroes also felt deep emotions, lamenting for this poor couple, shaking their heads and sighing at the mockery of fate and the hardships of ordinary people. Shi Feiyang gently stroked the baby girl's face and softly said, "From now on, you are my sister, Shi Yuyan."

Then, he entrusted the baby girl to Xiao Lingling, "Sister Xiao, please take care of this child. I've named her Shi Yuyan. Treat her like your own little sister, care for her diligently, and let her grow up in sweet love."

His eyes were filled with love and care, pouring all his tenderness onto this child.

Next, Shi Feiyang took out a piece of gold leaf and handed it to the Innkeeper, saying in a deep voice, "Innkeeper, please ensure this couple is buried properly. This is their final dignity, do not be careless. To let them rest in peace is the least we can do for them."

The Innkeeper took the gold leaf, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, but quickly calmed down, nodding repeatedly with a false smile on his face: "Rest assured, sir, I will handle it well, they will be given a grand farewell."

That smile, however, carried a touch of slyness, making people feel a vague sense of unease.

The news of Shi Feiyang taking up residence at the "Yuelai Inn" in Kaifeng Prefecture spread rapidly like wings, soon reaching the Divine Sword Manor.

Xie Zhichuan, upon hearing the news, felt secretly delighted, his face showing a sinister and treacherous smile, like a venomous snake hidden in the dark, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to bring down Shi Feiyang.

He immediately bribed the authorities, using a lot of gold and silver to grease the wheels, falsely accusing Shi Feiyang of murder for wealth, killing the merchant couple.

At this moment, in the suburbs at the Divine Sword Manor, Xie Zhichuan paced back and forth in his room, his eyes flickering with a vicious light, as if he could already see Shi Feiyang being brought to justice.

Soon, a group of constables stormed into the Yuelai Inn with great momentum, holding weapons and looking fierce like a pack of wolves.

The leading Chief Constable shouted, "Shi Feiyang, you are accused of murder for wealth, come with us! Don't try to deny it, the evidence is irrefutable!" His voice left no room for doubt and was overbearing.

The constables' clothes were covered in dust, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight, demonstrating their authority to the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association.

Shi Feiyang glared, just about to defend himself when the Innkeeper suddenly turned on him, pointing at Shi Feiyang, "Officials, it's him, I saw him kill the couple! He held a knife with a fierce expression; I was so scared I didn't dare make a sound, just hid and shivered."

His expression and tone made it seem as if he really was an innocent witness.

The Innkeeper's eyes darted, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, obviously hiding something.

The heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association were enraged upon seeing this.

Wu Zhong drew his sword, its blade flashing, and shouted, "You treacherous dogs dare to frame our Grand Squad Leader! You're asking for death!" With that, he started to brawl with the constables.

Wu Zhong moved agilely, his swordsmanship fierce, each stroke carrying great power.

In an instant, tables and chairs flew inside the inn, the sound of breaking porcelain was continuous, as the shouts and curses intertwined in a chaotic melee. The inn's furnishings were shattered, and walls were spattered with dust as people scrambled to take cover in the chaos.

Shi Feiyang didn't want to engage with these greedy constables, nor did he want to fight, knowing it was not wise to stay long. He decisively ordered, "Brothers, retreat! Do not linger in battle!"

The group rode out of town, the sound of hooves echoing in the streets, but they were intercepted outside by countless experts from the Divine Sword Manor.

In front of them, dust rose as a group of black-clad men wielding sharp blades firmly blocked their path.

The faces of these black-clad men were covered with black cloth, revealing only their cold eyes, like messengers from hell, exuding a chilling aura. Their postures were tall, and their blades flashed coldly in the sunlight.

The fierce wind seemed like an Ancient Demon God breaking free from an eternal seal, raging wildly between the heavens and earth, the deafening roar as if to tear the sky apart and bring the heavens crashing down.

The invisible yet strong Wind Blades sliced furiously at Shi Feiyang's clothes, the fabric snapping loudly like a battle flag in a storm, ready to be torn to shreds by the violent wind at any moment.

The bean-sized raindrops were like arrows fiercely shot by the War God, with an overwhelming momentum of destruction, crashing heavily on Shi Feiyang's sharply cut, determined face.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a towering mountain standing since antiquity, oblivious to the pain, only his deep eyes burning with intense battle spirit, scanning keenly and sharply at the wolf-like masked men surrounding him.

Raindrops slid down Shi Feiyang's cheeks, gathering into streams on his resolute chin, further accentuating the stern and determined aura emanating from him, like a War God statue cast from cold iron, standing unmovingly amidst the storm and enemy encirclement.