King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 121: Chapter 89: Mysterious Blue Light: Monster Nemesis and Jianghu Turmoil

Jin Liufu took advantage of the moment when the monster was hindered by the vines, moved like lightning, and quickly pulled out a specially-made hidden weapon from his bosom.

The hidden weapon glittered with a cold light under the dim illumination, like a star shimmering in the night sky.

He swung his hand to launch it, and the hidden weapon cut through the air with a piercing whistle, ”whoosh whoosh”, like an arrow off the string, rapidly shot towards the monster. In the blink of an eye, the hidden weapon hit the monster, but only a few sparks scattered, ”crackling” like striking hard steel, failing to inflict any substantial damage.

”Why is this monster so difficult!” Jin Liufu shouted anxiously, a hint of despair in his voice, which echoed helplessly in the dim space.

Shi Feiyang stared intently at the monster, his gaze like a torch, reflecting a spark of thought in his eyes, his mind racing to find a solution: ”It seems to have strong resistance to attacks from our world, we must find another way.” As he spoke, he suddenly remembered the mysterious powder discovered in the hidden chamber of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and was struck with a thought that perhaps the powder had a deep connection with this monster.

Shi Feiyang maneuvered skillfully while skirmishing with the monster, always attentive to its every move, and called out to Gong Simeng: ”Si Meng, do you remember the blue powder in the Qingfeng Sword Sect’s hidden chamber? Quickly see if there’s any left.”

Gong Simeng understood the meaning, a glint of determination in her eyes, and immediately rummaged through her bag. Her hands fluttered like butterflies as she searched, the clothes rustling. Soon, she found a small cloth bag containing the remaining blue powder, which shimmered with a mysterious blue light in the dim setting.

Seizing the moment when the monster was attacking, Shi Feiyang aimed for the right time and darted forward like a leopard, raising a cloud of dust with his quick sprint. He scattered the blue powder towards the monster, where it dispersed in the air like a puff of blue smoke.

As soon as the powder touched the monster, it emitted a dazzling light, blindingly bright, ”boom”, the light burst forth like a miniature sun in the basement, impossible to look at directly.

The monster let out a chilling howl, as if its soul was being torn apart, and the ”howling” echoed in the basement, causing a painful sensation in everyone’s eardrums. The monster’s body started to tremble violently, enduring immense pain.

The light grew even stronger, and the monster’s silhouette began to blur within the brilliance, as if being slowly swallowed by it.

As the light dissipated, the monster vanished without a trace, leaving only silence in the basement.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves instantly relaxed, collapsing to the ground, their clothes soaked in sweat and sticking to their bodies, exhaustion and relief written all over their faces.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the stone coffin, his mind filled with unresolved puzzles: ”What is the origin of this monster? Why could the mysterious powder restrain it? How is this all connected to the missing sect leaders?” A series of questions swirled in his mind, shrouding him like a mist.

Just as they were about to further explore the stone coffin, a sudden clamor of footsteps came from the basement entrance. The footsteps were rapid and heavy, ”thud thud thud”, like the approach of Death, heralding the arrival of uninvited guests.

As the footsteps drew closer, Shi Feiyang and the others quickly stood up, their movements agile.

They watched the basement entrance with vigilance, their eyes filled with caution. Shortly afterward, a group of black-clad individuals entered in succession, their attire identical to those encountered earlier at the Qingfeng Sword Sect, appearing particularly sinister in the dim light.

Leading them was a tall man with a ferocious scar extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. In the dim light, the scar resembled a black centipede, especially terrifying.

”Who are you people? Why are you here?” the scarred man asked viciously, his voice full of menace and hostility, like a roar from Hell.

Shi Feiyang sneered, his mouth slightly curved, revealing a trace of disdain: ”That’s what we should be asking you. What is your connection with the missing sect leaders? What is the origin of this mysterious monster?” Upon hearing this, the scarred man’s face changed dramatically as if struck at a vital point, waved his hand, and shouted loudly, ”Take action, don’t let them leave alive!”

In the dim basement, a group of mysterious individuals dressed in black swiftly surrounded Shi Feiyang and his companions, and a fierce melee ensued. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, circulating the True Qi within his body to fully employ the Bright Jade Technique.

Instantly, an intense chill emanated from Shi Feiyang, turning him into a moving iceberg. The surrounding air immediately froze, frost crystals forming with a ”crackling” sound, creating a thin layer of frost, while the ground gradually developed a layer of white frost.

With this chill enhancing his Hundred Victories Saber Technique, Shi Feiyang’s moves appeared sharper and faster, each stroke cutting through the air with a ”whoosh”, the saber light flashing like bolts of lightning tearing through the night sky, dazzling in brilliance.

His figure flitted through the enemy ranks like a phantom, moving so fast that only a shadow remained.

Each saber strike was precise, targeting vital points, and the black-clad attackers attempting to approach him fell one by one, blood splattering as it sprayed onto the ground. Corpses quickly piled up around Shi Feiyang, with blood pooling and flowing on the ground, creating a gruesome scene, while the air was thick with a pungent metallic smell.

Meanwhile, Gong Simeng’s soft whip wove deftly through the crowd, its movements as nimble as a dragon, cracking loudly with each swing. Each strike carried immense power and hit its target unerringly.

The areas where the black-clad men were struck burst open instantly, eliciting cries of agony.

Gong Simeng’s movements were smooth and swift, merging with the whip, each swing carrying lethal grace.

Her eyes were determined and sharp, firmly focused on every move of the enemies, missing no flaw, like a cold star shining in the night sky. Amidst the chaos of battle, Gong Simeng’s delicate form stood out like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing order to the mayhem. Her soft whip was not just a weapon but seemed like an extension of her body, dancing according to her will, each strike exuding power and beauty.

And Xiang Kun, relying on his adept use of magic, displayed an awe-inspiring natural force.

His hands moved swiftly, and he muttered incantations in a low, obscure voice, as if communicating with the heavens and earth.

The ground suddenly surged up, with sharp stones thrusting up like swords from the earth, breaking through with a ”crack” towards the sky. Some black-clad men couldn’t evade in time and were pierced by the stones, letting out piercing screams that echoed in the basement.

Simultaneously, Xiang Kun summoned a violent whirlwind, which raged like an angry beast, sweeping debris and foes into its vortices with a ”whoosh.”

The black-clad men’s formation fell into chaos, the once orderly ranks utterly shattered; they could only flee in panic through the chaotic scene, shouting in terror, unable to organize an effective counterattack, leaving themselves vulnerable to Shi Feiyang and the others.

Selling realization illuminated Shi Feiyang’s mind; in an instant, he finally comprehended the mysterious aura in Xiang Kun’s flute music. It turned out Xiang Kun mastered magical arts, and that melodious flute sound might be the method he used to cast his spells.

This discovery secretly delighted Shi Feiyang, filling him with a sense of pride.

He knew that the Heroic Sakura Association’s ability to recruit someone like Xiang Kun, with both extraordinary talent and mysterious power, undoubtedly infused the organization with a formidable and unpredictable force, giving them more confidence in the ever-changing Jianghu.

Shi Feiyang couldn’t help recalling the many scenes of Xiang Kun playing the flute, and each time the flute sounded, it seemed as if an invisible power pervaded the air. He once thought it was just Xiang Kun’s unique aura, but now he understood it was the artful use of magic.

Xiang Kun’s flute music was like a strange magical power, as if penetrating hearts, awakening the dormant strengths within one’s soul, the melodious tune weaving an invisible net in the air, enveloping the enemies.

Meanwhile, Jin Liufu, amidst the fierce battle, was like a nimble leopard.

His body maneuvered left and right, with movements fluid and natural, as smooth as flowing clouds and water.

Each evasion of enemy attacks was incredibly precise, as if foreseeing the enemy’s moves in advance.

The enemies’ attacks always narrowly missed him.

Jin Liufu’s gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, constantly surveying every detail on the battlefield, seeking the optimal moment to counterattack.

The moment an opportunity arose, he struck like lightning, his Small Flying Saber silently shooting out with a ”whoosh,” akin to a ghost in the night, hitting the target in an instant, and the enemy fell without even having time to scream.