King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 423 - 161: Amid the Witchcraft Mist: Shi Feiyang Turns the Tide to Protect the Beauty
The giant lizard lunged with claws and teeth bared, Shi Feiyang nimbly dodged, swinging his saber towards its head, both sides were locked in a stalemate.
Qi Meizhen watched nervously, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes full of worry. A giant lizard took advantage while Shi Feiyang was battling another one, pouncing towards Qi Meizhen. She screamed and retreated, Shi Feiyang swiftly and decisively struck down the lizard with one slash.
Qi Meizhen once again nestled in Shi Feiyang’s embrace, tears in her eyes: "I’m so scared."
Shi Feiyang gently patted her shoulder in comfort: "It’s alright, everything is over now."
Xie Wen always stayed by Shi Xiong’s side, vigilantly watching the surroundings.
Then, they passed through a patch of seemingly calm marshland.
Just as Qi Meizhen stepped in, she felt the ground soften beneath her feet, her whole body quickly sinking.
She screamed in terror, her voice still carrying sweetness: "Feiyang, save me!"
Shi Feiyang reacted swiftly, immediately reaching out to grab Qi Meizhen, pulling her back with all his strength.
Xie Wen utilized his exceptional Lightweight Technique, instantly gliding to the edge of the marsh, handing his soft whip to Shi Feiyang, assisting him in pulling Qi Meizhen up.
Qi Meizhen, still terrified, held Shi Feiyang tightly, feeling his strong heartbeat, her face radiating happiness.
Shi Xiong watched from the side, also letting out a sigh of relief, Xie Wen patted Shi Xiong on the head, gently saying: "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
They walked to a narrow mountain path, sudden blazing flames erupted from both sides of the passage.
Shi Feiyang immediately shielded Qi Meizhen behind him, using "Burning Wooden Saber Intent" to try to fend off the flames.
At this moment, several fiery apes suddenly sprang from the passage, emitting piercing howls, launching themselves at the group with claws and fangs bared.
Shi Feiyang’s gaze sharpened, as he wielded the Celestial Frost Blade with an impenetrable defense, the blade flashed and fought intensely with the apes.
Each swing of the blade brought forth a wave of scorching heat, intertwining with the flames.
Xie Wen, meanwhile, picked up Shi Xiong, utilizing the mystical "Feixu Qingyan Technique", rapidly weaving through the gaps in the flames, searching for a path through.
At the same time, he took a moment to pull a short flute from his waist, playing an eerie melody.
The sound of the flute was like an invisible force, disturbing the apes’ movements, throwing their attack rhythm into disarray.
This was the Magical Flute Sound he learned from the "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun.
Several apes, affected by the flute sound, had their fierce pounces become sluggish, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to slash, driving them back one by one.
Qi Meizhen, hiding in Shi Feiyang’s embrace, felt the scorching heat radiating from him, despite being in danger, she felt incredibly at ease.
She whispered: "Grand Squad Leader, as long as you are here, I’m not afraid of anything."
Shi Feiyang looked at her, eyes filled with determination: "Rest assured, I won’t let anything happen to you."
In the heat of the battle, Shi Feiyang seized the right moment, unleashing a move "Flame Dragon Break", a surge of hot blade energy burst from his saber like a roaring flame dragon, charging towards the apes.
The apes were struck down by the powerful blade energy, falling one after another, the flames extinguished with them.
Shi Feiyang and his companions successfully passed through the passage, continuing on their exploration of the unknown land of Miaojiang.
Having successfully passed through that terrifying toxic miasma area, their view suddenly opened up, a vast expanse unfolded before them.
Surrounding mountains stretched endlessly, towering into the clouds, like a majestic barrier tightly encircling this area, naturally forming a gigantic basin. At the basin’s edge, bizarre rocks jutted out in various forms.
Some resembled ferocious beast heads, others were like sky-reaching pillars, casting strange shadows under the sunlight.
In the center of the basin, a mysterious Miao race maiden stood quietly, she was Bai Zhi.
Bai Zhi’s appearance could be described as breathtaking, her skin as fair as snow, delicate as though it could break with a blow, exuding a gentle luster like mutton fat jade.
Her eyes resembled a clear, shallow lake, shimmering and lively, sparkling brilliantly as she glanced around.
Her nose was prominent and straight, her lips delicate as cherries, slightly curled with a hint of inherent defiance, adding a unique charm to her persona.
Her long, lustrous black hair flowed behind her like a waterfall, smooth and silky, lightly fluttering in the breeze. Her hair, meticulously adorned with exquisite Miao silver ornaments, included small, dainty bells and intricately designed butterflies. With each subtle movement, the silver pieces clinked together, creating a melodious symphony.
She wore an incredibly colorful Miao dress, like a vibrant and flowing painting.
The top was embroidered with vivid patterns of flowers and birds, every stitch and thread bore the embroiderer’s heartfelt effort, extremely delicate, the flowers and birds seemed imbued with life, ready to burst forth.
She donned a pleated skirt, wide-hemmed, softly swaying with the wind, like a blooming flower in the wind, graceful and enchanting.
A broad belt was tied around her waist, studded with sparkling gemstones, rubies like burning flames, and sapphires like the deep ocean. Under the sunlight, they shone brilliantly.
Her arms adorned with several silver bracelets, intricately carved with elegant patterns, her wrists bore exquisite silver chains, with pendants of small silver Miao totems, which shimmered as she moved, complementing her attire perfectly.
Bai Zhi held an exceptionally unique weapon in her hand, a silver rod about three feet long. The rod emitted a cold gleam, engraved with mysterious runes and strange patterns.
At both ends of the silver rod, a dark green gemstone emitted a ghostly glow, deep and mysterious, as if capable of devouring one’s soul. Surrounding the gemstones were a circle of sharp silver spikes, gleaming coldly and deadly in the sunlight, daunting to behold.
