King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 84: Chapter 65: Divine Dragon Claw Battles Poison Dragon, Hundred Victories Saber Cuts Down Eagle Claw Guest (Part 3)

The fierce wind howled, sweeping across, engulfing everything in the world into endless darkness.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was grave as he quickly gathered the elite disciples from each hall to form a formidable force.

Their strides were swift, with their clothes swishing loudly, resembling a black torrent rushing rapidly towards the branch helm’s direction.

Upon arrival at the scene, Wu Zhong had already led the brothers of the Vanguard Hall in a flanking surprise attack, like tigers descending the mountain.

In an instant, the cries of battle shattered the night sky, echoing throughout the valley. The troops of the Vajra Stronghold and the Divine Water Palace were caught off guard by this sudden attack, thrown into chaos, fleeing in panic like ants on a hot pan.

Xiang Kun and the Heroic Sakura Association branch disciples, who had been surrounded and wounded, were overwhelmed with joy and tears of excitement filled their eyes.

However, Sun Sheng, the new Flying Eagle Altar Master of the Vajra Stronghold and son of the former ”Poison Dragon Altar Master” Sun Ba, rampaged like a ferocious beast, engaging in fierce combat against ”Iron Palm” Wu Zhong with the ”Poison Dragon Bone-Eroding Claw”.

Sun Sheng let out a sinister laugh as he lunged at Wu Zhong, his laughter seemingly originating from the Nine Nether Hell, sending chills down one’s spine.

His five claws were like hooks, carrying a dark-green poisonous mist straight for Wu Zhong’s throat. Wherever it passed, flowers and grass instantly withered, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay, even the air itself eroded by the poison mist.

Wu Zhong, on the other hand, circulated the Six Harmonies True Scripture Internal Technique with all his might, his aura surging, his robes flapping fiercely.

With a loud shout, he executed the Vajra Demon Suppression Palm, each palm strike containing the force of a thousand catties, the wind from his palms creating an invisible barrier fending off Sun Sheng’s poisonous claws.

The two were of similar age, both around thirty, strong and with broad shoulders and back. One’s poison skills were mysterious and unpredictable, while the other’s internal power was fierce and domineering. Each claw and palm collision produced a dull ”boom” sound, causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

In the heat of battle, Sun Sheng’s gaze became increasingly fierce, like a hungry wolf, pouring all his hatred onto Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong’s expression was grave, his eyes fixed on Sun Sheng’s every move, fully aware of his opponent’s cunning and viciousness, not daring to relax even slightly. Their figures darted quickly in the struggle, sometimes appearing like phantoms, sometimes as elusive as leaves in a raging storm, with each move perilous, the fight gradually reaching a fever pitch.

At the same time, Gong Simeng wielded a snake whip, engaging in an intense duel with Zheng Zhong, son of the original Flying Eagle Altar Master Zheng Yu from the Vajra Stronghold. As a top expert of the Eagle Claw Sect, Zheng Zhong’s lightweight technique was outstanding, and he had mastered his sect’s unique skill, the Golden Eagle Shadow Step, to perfection.

He moved through the air like a black flash of lightning, each movement accompanied by a gust of wind. The pair of eagle claw hooks in his hands were incredibly sharp, glinting with cold light under the moon, aimed straight at Gong Simeng’s eyes.

Gong Simeng’s eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with a murderous intent, her gaze unwavering. Her snake whip danced like a lively flood dragon in the air, creating unassailable shadows that neutralized Zheng Zhong’s attacks one by one.

At this moment, Gong Simeng seized an opportunity, swinging her whip fiercely at Zheng Zhong’s wrist, the tip of the whip slicing through the air like a sharp blade.

Zheng Zhong sidestepped and dodged easily with nimble agility, then leveraged himself to somersault, attacking Gong Simeng again like an eagle striking a rabbit, his speed dazzling to the eye.

Although Gong Simeng once served as a maid at the Divine Water Palace, Liu Yanran had always treated her as her own and intended to pass the position to her, because Liu Yanran’s daughter Liu Tingting was engrossed in cultivating immortality. Therefore, having obtained Liu Yanran’s full martial arts teachings, Gong Simeng’s martial skills were exceptional. Her mastery of the Holy Water Divine Technique was at least half of Liu Yanran’s level, and it was by no means an easy task for Zheng Zhong to defeat or kill Gong Simeng within a few moves.

Shi Feiyang arrived, taking a deep breath, circulating the True Qi within his body. His presence suddenly surged, like a towering mountain that inspired awe. He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, charging into the fray like a black meteor, executing the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique. Each of his claws carried the momentum to split mountains and break rocks, his claw shadows flickering intricately.

Facing Sun Sheng’s Poison Dragon Bone-Eroding Claw, Shi Feiyang did not evade but directly confronted it. The dragon claw and poison claw collided, producing a ”sizzling” sound, the powerful inner strength driving Sun Sheng back repeatedly, the poisonous mist scattered by the force.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang let out a furious roar, like the Dragon Roar Nine Heavens, using a move ”Dragon’s Roar Nine Heavens,” ghostly and unpredictable. His left hand suddenly shifted from claw to palm, with the momentum of thunder, carrying an overwhelming force, he struck Sun Sheng, sending him flying.

Bam! Sun Sheng spewed blood, tracing an arc in the air before crashing down heavily, his entire body fractured, dying instantaneously.