King of Hundred Victories Saber

Under Shi Feiyang's fierce attack, Dark Night Owl's entire body's acupoints gradually got invaded by the bone-chilling cold aura. He only felt his body becoming increasingly rigid, his movements slowing down.

Shi Feiyang seized the victory, his Myanmar Saber attacking Dark Night Owl like a sudden storm, "swish, swish, swish," the blade shone brilliantly. Dark Night Owl exerted his utmost effort to resist, but was powerless to turn the tide.

Shi Feiyang displayed another move, "Earth and Heaven Move Simultaneously," the Myanmar Saber carrying a tremendous force, with a "puff," ruthlessly slashing Dark Night Owl's body.

Dark Night Owl let out an extraordinarily tragic scream, the sound akin to the mournful howl of a wounded lone wolf in the winter night, echoing in the silent early winter valley, lingering for a long time.

His body, like a kite with broken strings, defying control under Shi Feiyang's fierce attack, flew back and landed heavily. At the moment of impact, an invisible yet powerful force seemed to tear, the body split into seventy-two pieces, fragments scattering on the ground, creating a gruesome and brutal scene.

At this moment, the icy wind in the valley became more piercing, like countless sharp little knives, freely cutting through, emitting a "woo woo" whistling sound.

The trees shook violently in the wind, the bare branches clashing with each other, emitting "creak creak" sounds, seemingly issuing a final lament for this thrilling battle.

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the wild wind, spinning and flying recklessly, adding more bleakness and desolation to the already eerie scene.

Liu Tingting, seeing Dark Night Owl dead, looked at everything before her with complex emotions, then slowly sheathed her sword. Her figure turned, like a light white phantom, leaping over, without hesitation, into Shi Feiyang's embrace.

Her hands clung tightly around Shi Feiyang's neck like vines, a seemingly gentle smile on her face, she said affectionately, "Brother Shi, thank you for coming to save me. Hehe! Have the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger been rescued?"

Her voice was soft, like the spring breeze, yet a barely noticeable urgency flashed in her eyes.

Shi Feiyang was somewhat flustered by Liu Tingting's sudden move, but felt more of a heartfelt gratitude for surviving the ordeal, he sincerely said, "They have been rescued, thank you, Tingting!"

However, just as Shi Feiyang finished speaking, a strange cold gleam swiftly flashed in Liu Tingting's eyes, fleeting yet filled with a chilling decisiveness and ruthlessness.

Soon after, without any hesitation, she leaned in, her warm lips lightly "sealed" Shi Feiyang's. At the same time, she exerted force with her arms and unexpectedly lifted Shi Feiyang, running towards the room where Gong Simeng was earlier. Her actions were swift and resolute, executing a plan long in the making.

In this cold early winter valley, Liu Tingting's behavior appeared particularly abrupt.

In order to obtain the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, to achieve success in cultivation soon, she would stop at nothing, resorting to any means necessary. She was well aware of the immense energy contained in the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, the key to realizing her cultivation dreams.

At this moment, Liu Tingting's eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of frenetic fog, with only the majestic figures of the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger in sight. In her heart, the obsession with cultivation burned like a raging fire, consuming all other thoughts completely.

Like a moth madly rushing towards the flames, even knowing the road ahead might be an abyss of catastrophes, the illusory and elusive hope of cultivation attracted her like a magnet, driving her to unhesitatingly and relentlessly pursue Shi Feiyang, emanating an almost frenzied aura.

Shi Feiyang's psychological defenses, originally as solid as a rock, collapsed at once under Liu Tingting's unexpected and passionate offensive.

The principles and beliefs he had long held, like snow melting in spring, were swept clean by an invisible yet powerful force, leaving only a barren emptiness, his thoughts plunged into chaotic confusion.

Driven by instinct, his body reacted in ways he had never anticipated, his eyes filled with confusion and struggle, as if lost in a misty forest, unable to find direction.

The eastern horizon quietly turned pale, the morning light like gentle fingers, softly pulling back the heavy curtain of the night. The faint light, in this early winter valley, cast a light golden glow, wrapping everything in a hazy veil.

Liu Tingting, in a state of waking confusion, like a maddened beast carrying unwavering determination, tormented Shi Feiyang. In her already obsession-twisted perception, as long as she could obtain the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, getting the crucial assistance for cultivation, any cost is nothing but insignificant dust, all could be cast aside.

In the valley, the fog grew thicker, like a thick white blanket, gently wrapping everything within.

The mist like lively elves, freely shuffling and drifting, gradually blurred the outlines of Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting.

Their silhouettes became indistinct in the misty vapor, like phantasmal visions difficult to distinguish from one another.