King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 854 - 249: Ingenious Stratagem Turns Crisis, Heroes Strike Down Evil Chiefs (Part 2)

Ye Ke’er clad in a black cloak, fluttering in the wind, resembling a soaring black eagle.

With a fierce gaze, he shouted from a distance, "Release the arrows!"

The ten thousand cavalrymen heard the command, and all drew their bows and arrows. In an instant, arrows rained down, shooting towards the tent of Shi Feiyang and others. The sharp arrows tore through the sky with a piercing whistle, like countless death-seeking specters screeching.

The cavalry charge was relentless, swiftly advancing. They swung their gleaming long sabers, galloping with their horses, kicking and cutting, overturning and kicking the tents into the air wherever they went.

"Boom!" A thunderous explosion erupted, like a bolt from the blue, instantly exploding the tents that had been pre-planted with gunpowder and lit fuse.

Flames shot up into the sky, a heatwave rolled, engulfing the Naiman Tribe’s cavalrymen in a sudden explosion, flesh and blood flying, blood splattering, dismembered limbs scattered everywhere. The horrific scene was like a Hell Asura painting.

A group of Japanese pirates and other Naiman Tribe cavalrymen were terrified, their courage shattered, and they hurriedly scattered in all directions.

Their faces pale, eyes filled with fear, as if they had seen the most terrifying demon in the world.

Amidst the smoke, suddenly, a melody of a zither gracefully wafted over, mournful and plaintive, like celestial music drifting from the horizon, piercing through the suffocating smoke.

The Naiman Tribe, the Japanese pirates, Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang, Divine Sword Manor Young Manor Master Xie Zhichuan, "Outer Border Demoness" Fu Anxing, "Five Poison Sect" Sect Leader Lan Xiaodie, Mingjian Manor Manor Master Dugu Yan, and others were all startled at the sound.

They quickly swung their palms and swords, using their Inner Strength to disperse the smoke before their eyes. Focusing their gaze, they saw Lin Wanqing in a snow-white dress on a small hillside, playing the zither serenely as if a Celestial Immortal had descended.

She looked calm, her fingers danced lightly on the zither strings, and the sound flowed like a gentle stream, continuously pouring out.

On her back was an infant, less than a year old, sleeping soundly, oblivious to the dangers around.

Zhong Renwang noticed and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes. Swinging his iron palm, he shouted loudly, "Go! Capture them for me!"

His voice echoed like a giant bell amidst the chaos.

Naiman Tribe leader Ye Ke’er and his son Tietiezhen quickly commanded the cavalry to charge and surrounded Lin Wanqing tightly.

At this moment, "Erlang God" Shi Feiyang, "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong, "Plum Blossom Darts" Shan Zhi, Little Scholar Shi Xiong, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, Gong Simeng with his daughter and son, Liu Guihua carrying Little Yu Yan, Bai Zhi holding her son, along with their guards and maids, slowly stood up behind Lin Wanqing.

All wore confident smiles on their faces, laughing heartily. In this tense atmosphere, their laughter was carefree and heroic, as if the thousand troops before them were nothing more than a collection of ants.

Shi Feiyang stepped forward, his gaze as piercing as lightning, looked directly at Ye Ke’er and others, and said loudly, "Ye Ke’er, you brought so many troops today, do you intend to have a life-and-death battle with me, Shi Feiyang?"

His voice was steady and powerful, exuding an undeniable authority that could subdue all evil in the world.

Ye Ke’er and Tietiezhen looked up to see Shi Feiyang’s sharp gaze, like cold stars, and the fierce aura emanating around him. They felt uneasy, a chill ran up from their feet straight to their hearts, involuntarily retreating step by step, each one heavy as if their feet were rooted to the ground, hard to move.

The cavalrymen behind them, witnessing their leaders in such a state, were also terrified, hurriedly scattering in a panic.

In an instant, the previously tight encirclement revealed numerous gaps.

Zhong Renwang stood aside, filled with resentment and unwillingness. His wrists had once been twisted until broken by Shi Feiyang, leaving him no choice but to have iron palms installed. Those iron palms reflected a cold light in the sun, mirroring his currently ice-cold heart.

His nose, too, had been sliced off by Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade, now he could only cover his face, as the mangled appearance was truly hideous and terrifying to behold, striking fear into those who saw it. Inwardly, he gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Shi Feiyang to pieces.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing sat calmly on the hillside, unaffected by the thousand troops ahead, much like passing clouds.

As she lightly strummed the zither strings, the melodious sound like a flowing stream, she chatted gently with her young son just learning to speak. Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying infinite tenderness, standing out in stark contrast to the chaotic prairie.

"Be good, don’t be afraid, mommy is here." She murmured softly, her face radiating the glow of maternal love.

The son, who had just woken up, reached out to tap his mother’s shoulder and lovely face.

Beggar Gang Elder Wu Kui saw this and was furious, feeling that Lin Wanqing did not take him seriously.

He gripped his iron staff tightly, bellowed like a berserk beast, charging fiercely towards Lin Wanqing.

As his iron staff swung, it stirred the wind, as if about to smash everything before him to pieces.

However, Lin Wanqing remained unhurried, her ten fingers plucking swiftly, and the zither strings instantly lashed out like agile venomous snakes.

"Puff puff" several muffled sounds, the zither strings instantly pierced through Wu Kui’s body. Wu Kui let out a dreadful scream, his voice echoing in the air, eerie and chilling.

His body collapsed like a torn sack, blood gushing out, spreading over the grass, staining the land in red.