King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 830 - 245: Crimson Sky-Steeped Blades Quell the Ravagers, Blood-Soaked Plains Bury the Chieftain

Subsequently, Blood Rakshasa turned around and addressed her disciples, Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhengliang, and Ling Lanzhi, saying: "Disciples, pack your belongings, we shall return to the Southern Tianshan. This Jianghu, we fear, we can no longer tread upon."

Her voice carried a trace of loneliness and determination, intending to completely bid farewell to this complex Jianghu.

Before departing, Blood Rakshasa again addressed Shi Feiyang: "Hero Shi, if you have the time in the future, you are welcome to visit Southern Tianshan to appreciate the scenery. Though I possess nothing of extraordinary value, I will certainly extend my warm hospitality to thank you for saving me today."

Her eyes held a hint of anticipation, still hoping that amidst this vast Jianghu, they might have the chance to meet Shi Feiyang again.

Shi Feiyang secretly rejoiced in his heart, wishing that Blood Rakshasa and her disciples would leave as soon as possible. After all, his plan succeeded, and he was immensely satisfied. However, on the surface, he earnestly persuaded them to stay, speaking sincerely, even pretending to squeeze out a few tears, and said with genuine emotion: "Senior, your departure leaves me truly reluctant. But since your mind is made up, I dare not insist. I only wish you a safe journey, and may we have the day to meet again." His acting was so impeccable that it left no flaws to be seen.

The disciples of Blood Rakshasa were so moved by Shi Feiyang’s apparent depth of emotion and righteousness that their tears welled up, and their gratitude towards Shi Feiyang deepened.

Once the figures of Blood Rakshasa and her disciples completely disappeared into the night, Shi Feiyang promptly gathered his energy and exhibited the unrivaled Supreme Lightness Technique, known as "Thousand Miles Without Stopping". With just a flicker, he resembled a white light, racing towards the capital of the Lindan Tribe. His form was light and swift, merging into the night in an instant, leaving behind only a faint afterimage, making it difficult for anyone to track his trace.

As Shi Feiyang drew closer to the capital of the Lindan Tribe using the Supreme Lightness Technique, a sight resembling a human purgatory unfolded slowly before his eyes, like a heavy and bloody painting.

Outside the castle, the earth seemed to be deeply soaked with countless amounts of blood, a horrifying shade of crimson. The red was so thick that it seemed about to drip down, this land had been completely baptized in blood. Scattered all around were corpses, some donned in the rough garments of the Ordos Tribe, their decorative patterns now indistinct in the bloody filth; others wore the colorful costumes of the Kerchin Tribe, now dimmed by the bloodstains; however, most were the warriors and innocent civilians of the Lindan Tribe.

Some of them were beheaded, their heads rolling aside with wide-open eyes, filled with terror and resentment, telling the struggles before the loss of life; others were left with missing limbs, the detached arms and legs scattered everywhere, with the muscles on some severed arms still twitching, clinging to their once-complete bodies, a scene unbearable to watch, chilling one’s heart.

The blood gathered into rivers, flowing freely on the ground, winding down along the terrain, resembling a meandering dark red ribbon, emitting a pungent and intense scent of blood. The stench was so thick that it seemed to condense into a tangible entity, drifting with the wind, unavoidable by anyone.

A light breeze gently passed by, bringing that intense bloody scent, like an invisible giant hand, gripping one’s throat tightly, making one feel an urge to vomit. In the air, there was also a burnt smell, from the bonfires on the battlefield that had not yet been extinguished, mercilessly burning the broken weapons, shattered armors, and the clothes of the warrior dead.

Amid the bonfire, occasionally the weapons emitted crackling sounds, their final protest at the end of life; the armors were burned to distorted shapes, like twisted souls; the clothes turned to ashes in the flames, akin to fading lives, scattering with the wind.

On the battlefield, occasionally, faint groans could be heard, from the severely wounded yet to succumb, struggling painfully.

Their voices on this silent night appeared extraordinarily shrill, like wails from hell, piercing through the night sky, stabbing at one’s heart.

Several crows hovered low, uttering cawing sounds, harsh and unpleasant, akin to a declaration of death. Every now and then, they’d swoop down, their sharp claws piercing into the corpses, pecking at the decaying flesh, adding further to the eerie horrific atmosphere.

Witnessing the inhuman scene outside the castle, Shi Feiyang tightly furrowed his brows, resembling a towering mountain enshrouded with thick darkness, unable to disperse for a long time. Secretly sighing, thinking of the Jianghu conflicts, and tribal wars, he pondered how many living beings were ruined, with common folk deeply mired in the abyss of misery. Yet, he did not halt his pace, employing the marvelous Supreme Lightness Technique, like a wisp of green smoke, lightly and swiftly floating towards the royal palace within the castle. Shi Feiyang’s form was light, alike a drifting white cloud in the sky, slowly and gently descending into the royal palace.

From afar, Great Khan Dangxin of the Lindan Tribe, upon seeing Shi Feiyang’s arrival, his previously clouded face burst out with wild joy and radiance, as if seeing the dawn’s light in endless darkness, filled with hope and happiness.

He hurriedly approached with anxious and determined steps, tightly holding Shi Feiyang’s hands, his voice slightly trembling with excitement: "Hero Shi, it’s great that you’ve come! I’ve been troubled by the war these days, restless day and night, worrying about the tribe’s existence. Now seeing your presence, it’s just like drought meeting timely rain, the huge stone in my heart has finally been lifted."

His words were full of expectation and trust towards Shi Feiyang.

Beside him, Princess Gugela, resembling a breathtakingly beautiful flower blooming in the desert. She wore an extremely luxurious long dress, its hem embroidered with exquisite patterns, intricate and beautiful, with each stitch seemingly imbued with endless stories.