King of Hundred Victories Saber

His breath was weak, like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. He said intermittently, "You are trying to stop all this, it is simply a fool's dream. This is an unavoidable disaster, the entire Martial Arts world is about to plunge into endless darkness..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly coughed up blood, the blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto his tattered lapel with a "puff" sound. The bright red on the grey clothing appeared especially glaring, just like a tragic painting.

Immediately after, his body slowly fell, like a withered leaf, helplessly fluttering to the ground in the autumn wind, making a slight "thud". Shi Feiyang hurried forward to check, only to find he was already dead, with a pungent smell of medicine lingering at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious he had poisoned himself. Everyone's anticipation fell into void in an instant, the clue was abruptly severed, and their hearts felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on them, a thick sense of frustration spreading, casting a grey shadow over their eyes.

However, the unyielding spirit in Shi Feiyang was instantly ignited, his gaze showing indomitable fortitude, like a flame that never goes out in a cold night. He quickly squatted down, carefully searching the scarred man's remains, missing not a single fold or corner of the clothing. His hands moved like nimble butterflies, swiftly turning over the body.

Finally, Shi Feiyang found a tattered and yellowed parchment scroll in the man's embrace. The scroll trembled slightly in his hand, as if telling an unknown secret.

The parchment was full of strange symbols, with lines twisting and winding as if they were ancient and mysterious codes left by old time, telling ancient and mysterious stories; the lines on the map were intricate and interwoven, seemingly pointing to a hidden and mysterious place deep in the mist, those lines seemed alive, leaping before his eyes.

Jin Liufu leaned closer for a careful look, his brows knitted into a "川" character, and he said with full of doubt, "This map looks like treasure clues, could it be related to those missing Sect Leaders?"

Xiang Kun shook his head, his gaze deep as if he could see through the layers of mist, and said, "I don't think so, these symbols somewhat resemble the markings of the mysterious organization we encountered before, it might be a map leading to their lair."

Shi Feiyang contemplated for a moment, a decisive gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said firmly, "No matter what this is, it must be a key clue. Let's head back to the inn and study this parchment carefully."

The heroes returned to the "Jinhui Inn" immediately, gathering in Shi Feiyang's attic on the third floor.

The atmosphere in the attic was so heavy it seemed like water could be wrung out of it, and the air felt frozen.

Everyone sat around the table, their eyes focused on the mysterious parchment, as if it was the key to unraveling all the mysteries.

Suddenly, Gong Simeng extended a finger, pointing to an inconspicuous mark on the map, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and said urgently, "Look, this seems to be the valley at the foot of Mount Tai. I heard from elders in the Divine Water Palace that many ancient legends circulate there, perhaps some secrets are hidden."

Shi Feiyang heard this, and his eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle, akin to the brightest star in the night sky, said without hesitation, "There is no time to delay, let's set off to Mount Tai immediately." The heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association promptly packed their bags and set off in haste towards Mount Tai.

When they arrived at the valley area at the foot of Mount Tai, the sight before them left them in awe.

This place was so serene it seemed as if time had stopped flowing, without a trace of worldly noise or disturbance, like a paradise.

The surroundings were shrouded in a layer of mist as light as gauze, this mist like a mysterious veil encasing the entire valley, adding an extra touch of tranquility and mystery, as if stepping into an Immortal Realm.

Within the valley, the bizarre rocks stand rugged, with shapes varying greatly. Some resemble sharp swords thrusting into the sky, commanding and majestic, as if they could pierce the heavens; others seem like fierce beasts baring their claws and fangs, vividly lifelike, forming what looks like a natural stone labyrinth, inducing awe in those who behold it.

A winding and meandering path appears intermittently between the strange rocks, as if a mysterious guide left by nature, leading everyone deeper into this unknown realm, with each stone along the path seemingly narrating ancient stories.

Shi Feiyang, Gong Simeng, Jin Liufu, Xiang Kun, and others proceed cautiously along the narrow path, carrying a mix of curiosity for the unknown and maintaining high vigilance at all times. Their footsteps are gentle, afraid of disturbing this mysterious place.

Shi Feiyang leads at the front, his eyes sharp, scanning the surroundings alertly, missing no detail of any movement, his gaze as cold as the twinkling stars in the night sky. He holds his Myanmar Saber tightly, its blade glinting with a cold light under the dim luminescence, ready to cut through any danger at a moment's notice. The cold gleam is enough to send chills down one's spine. Gong Simeng follows closely behind Shi Feiyang, her gaze ever fixed on his back, filled with deep affection and unwavering determination to stand by him to the end. She understands clearly that danger looms ahead, but as long as she can fight alongside Shi Feiyang, she fears nothing. At this moment, her sword is also unsheathed, its blade gleaming with cold light, ready to face unknown threats alongside Shi Feiyang, the sword's body trembles slightly in eagerness to drink enemy blood.

Suddenly, a deep and mighty roar echoes from the front, as if from deep underground, bearing an oppressive force that chills the heart like the roar of a beast woken from millennia of slumber, warning everyone not to take another step forward.

"Howl—" The roar repeatedly reverberates through the valley like muffled thunder, causing eardrums to ache with its booming presence, "rumble rumble" sounds echoing throughout the valley, as a chill climbs swiftly up one's spine, sending shivers through their body.

Shi Feiyang abruptly halts his steps, his ears twitching slightly, concentrating fully to discern the sound's origin, his ears as sensitive as a radar. His gaze becomes solemn, his mind racing to devise a response, brows furrowed as he engages in a silent duel with the lurking danger. The roar grows nearer, the ground begins to tremble slightly, as if an army is thundering nearby, the "thump thump thump" sounds becoming clearer. Shi Feiyang and his comrades immediately stop, gripping their weapons tightly, their muscles taut, like fully drawn bowstrings, ready to spring into action. They watch their surroundings warily, not overlooking any suspicious detail, their eyes full of vigilance.

In the mist ahead, a gigantic black panther slowly emerges.

Its fur gleams with a dim luster, as if woven from the purest black silk of the night sky, exuding a mysterious aura under the dim light; its eyes burn like flames, exuding ferocity and bloodlust, enough to send shivers down one's spine, those eyes appearing capable of devouring a soul.

"How could there be such a bizarre panther in this valley?" Jin Liufu swallowed hard, his voice involuntarily trembling, eyes filled with fear, his throat producing a dry sound.

Shi Feiyang's expression is stern as frost, he says in a deep voice, "Be careful, this panther might be under someone's control." As soon as his words fall, the panther lets out a deafening roar, "howl—" and pounces toward everyone like an arrow released from its string, moving so fast that there's no time to react, leaving only a black shadow in its wake.

Without hesitation, Shi Feiyang charges forward like a black lightning bolt, meeting the panther head-on. He swings his Myanmar Saber, the blade flashing, emitting a cold light like the most frigid frost of mid-winter, bringing with it a biting chill as the blade whirls past with a "whoosh."

At the same time, Shi Feiyang channels Bright Jade Technique, a faint white mist instantly envelops him, exuding an intensely chilling aura that suffocates. The surrounding air is frozen in an instant, forming a thin layer of frost, crackling as it forms an ice armor for Shi Feiyang.

The panther moves as nimbly as a black phantom, skillfully dodging amidst Shi Feiyang's fierce blade maneuvers, narrowly escaping the blade's edge several times, while seizing opportunities to attack Shi Feiyang ferociously with its claws.

Its claws are like sharp daggers, slicing through the air with a "hiss," dragging trails of cold light, seeming to tear the air apart. Shi Feiyang moves nimbly, dodging to the left and right, the attacks from his Myanmar Saber growing fiercer with each strike, each swing carrying a thousand pounds of force, the "whoosh whoosh" sounds echoing through the valley. Shi Feiyang watches the panther's every move closely, unfazed by the attacks of this fierce beast, displaying a courageous and fearless spirit, his gaze seemingly seeing through the panther's very soul.

Seeing this, Gong Simeng grows anxious, she grips her Long Sword tightly and charges toward the panther without hesitation, aiming to assist Shi Feiyang. Her gaze is filled with worry and concern for Shi Feiyang, at this moment, only the thought of fighting alongside Shi Feiyang and overcoming this challenge together occupies her mind. Her steps are rapid, creating a rush of wind, as the Long Sword in her hand glints with a cold light, stabbing toward the panther, the blade cutting through the air with a "swish swish" sound.