King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 122: Chapter 90: Shi Feiyang Breaks the Deadlock: Fierce Battle with Villains and the Mystery of Xingchan Temple

”Clang clang! Ah!” For a moment, the shouts and weapon clashes in the basement intertwined, deafening.

The sound was as if countless sharp blades were slicing through the air, making one’s eardrums ache.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Shi Feiyang’s eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, quickly detecting that those men in black seemed to be executing some strict orders. They spared no effort to protect the scarred man, deliberately guiding him towards the stone coffin.

Shi Feiyang’s heart suddenly tensed, a chill rose from his spine.

He realized that perhaps an earth-shaking secret capable of overturning the entire Jianghu lay hidden within the stone coffin. If this secret were exposed, Jianghu would surely plunge into endless bloodshed.

Shi Feiyang clenched his teeth, his aura suddenly shifted, like a tranquil lake instantly stirred into tempestuous waves.

The Bright Jade Technique operated at high speed, the surging Inner Strength within him roared like a turbulent river.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold erupted from Shi Feiyang’s body, the chill seemed to stem from a polar storm, instantly freezing the surrounding air, producing a subtle ”swish” sound.

Centered around Shi Feiyang, a thick layer of ice patterns rapidly spread across the ground, like a giant spider web expanding outward, glimmering with an eerie cold light in the dim light.

Shi Feiyang wielded the Myanmar Saber, the blade enveloped in piercing cold, each slash carried the force to topple mountains and overturn seas, the saber’s wind whistled and roared, directly breaking through the black-clad men’s heavy encirclement.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, like a black lightning bolt, sliced through the darkness, charging swiftly towards the scarred man.

Shi Feiyang’s every attack carried the might of a thunderous force, the saber light flickered, causing the men in black to fall to the ground in pain, unable to impede his advance. In front of Shi Feiyang, the black-clad men were as fragile as ants.

The scarred man, facing Shi Feiyang’s swift approach, showed no fear in his eyes; instead, a frantic light flickered, as if it came from the flames of Hell, filled with madness and obsession. He quickly drew a short dagger from his waist, the blade etched with strange runes that shimmered with a bizarre glow, emitting a nauseating aura, as if the dagger had been stained with countless blood and evil.

The two instantly clashed, the short dagger and Myanmar Saber collided fiercely, igniting a series of dazzling sparks, the ”crackling” sound echoed incessantly, sparks flew, resembling brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, particularly eye-catching in the dim basement.

Shi Feiyang discovered the scarred man’s martial arts were extremely unique, each move was cunning and vicious, imbued with a mysterious and elusive force. His strikes were as unpredictable as a viper’s attack, making them hard to defend. Even though Shi Feiyang employed the powerful Hundred Victories Saber Technique, he struggled to gain the upper hand for a moment. Forming a True Qi vortex with Bright Jade Technique, ”whirring” and spinning, it couldn’t encircle and restrain the scarred man, which made Shi Feiyang inwardly amazed and increasingly cautious, fully aware he had met an exceptional enemy.

Just then, Shi Feiyang moved like a phantom, shifting swiftly like lightning, skillfully evading a deadly blow from the scarred man.

Simultaneously, the Myanmar Saber in his hand swept out at a nearly impossible angle, directly targeting the vital point at the scarred man’s throat.

The scarred man reacted swiftly, the short dagger whirring in his hand, as if an enraged bee, narrowly blocking the strike.

However, in that blink of an eye, Shi Feiyang’s peripheral vision caught an almost imperceptible mechanism on the stone coffin, hidden among intricate patterns, like a jewel concealed in darkness. If not for his keen eyesight, it would have been impossible to spot.

Shi Feiyang’s mind raced, intuition told him this mechanism could be the key to unlocking the secret of the stone coffin.

Thus, Shi Feiyang no longer engaged the scarred man head-on, instead, he employed the ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name” Lightweight Technique, moving with nimble agility like a fish swimming along the edge of saber shadows and sword rain, searching for an opportunity to strike. Shi Feiyang’s figure moved like a phantom, weaving effortlessly between the enemy’s attacks, each movement perfectly timed, elusive to all.

The scarred man seemed to sense Shi Feiyang’s intent too, refraining from rash attacks, instead adopting a tight defensive stance, a hint of vigilance and apprehension in his eyes. He leaned slightly forward, short dagger ready to fend off Shi Feiyang’s assault any moment, their confrontation entering a critical phase, each move carried deadly intent, the atmosphere so tense it was suffocating, even the air seemed frozen.

On the sidelines battling the enemy, Gong Simeng’s sharp eyes noticed that the scarred man’s sleeve revealed a tattoo similar to the mysterious organization’s token. Her thoughts raced, she seized a moment when a black-clad man was unwary, her lithe form darted out swiftly like a swallow, snatching the weapon from his hand, using her strength to throw it, the weapon shot like a black lightning bolt, ”whoosh,” straight at the scarred man’s arm.

The scarred man couldn’t dodge in time, his arm was cut, blood splattered, he let out a muffled groan, his sleeve slipped, revealing the complete tattoo.

”So you are part of that mysterious organization!” Gong Simeng shouted loudly, her voice clear and resonant, echoing in the basement like a golden oriole singing in the valley, yet tinged with a trace of surprise and anger.

The scarred man’s face was as dark as ink and he did not respond, but instead, his attack became even more fierce. Every swing of his saber was imbued with a do-or-die momentum, as if he intended to tear Gong Simeng into shreds.

Seizing the moment when he was distracted, Shi Feiyang wielded the Myanmar Saber as if it were a sword, his whole body enveloped in a faint white mist. He used the saber unexpectedly, with a move called ”Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun,” thrusting toward the man’s chest. The Myanmar Saber carried a fierce impetus, akin to a long rainbow streaking across the night sky.

The scarred man was unable to dodge in time and was pierced by Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber. Yet, he gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain, and with a sudden exertion of strength, he pushed Shi Feiyang away, letting out a roar as he turned to pounce toward the stone coffin.

At the very moment his hand was about to touch the stone coffin, it suddenly emitted a strong light.

The light was like a blazing sun, and with a ”boom,” it illuminated the entire basement as brightly as daytime. At the same time, a powerful force erupted, generating a gust of wind that howled, blowing him away.

The scarred man’s body traced an arc in the air, landing heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

From the light, a phantom figure slowly emerged, its outline surprisingly resembling the previously vanished monster.

As the phantom figure appeared, the temperature in the cellar plummeted.

The breaths of those present instantly turned into white frost, dissipating in the air.

The figure emitted a cold, blue light all around, spreading like threads. Everywhere it went, a thin layer of ice rapidly formed on the ground, smooth as a mirror, reflecting an eerie glow, with a ”crackling” sound of freezing.

The scarred man lay on the ground, staring in horror at the figure, his eyes wide with dread, muttering to himself, ”No, impossible... How could it be awakened...” His voice was filled with terror and despair. Shi Feiyang and the others were also shocked, their expressions full of vigilance, tightly gripping their weapons as they stared at this unknown existence.

The phantom figure let out a low roar, the sound like heavy hammers, pounding against everyone’s eardrums. The ”rumbling” sound left them dizzy, and the entire world seemed to tremble in response, as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

Immediately, it floated toward the scarred man, the blue light converging into a giant hand, which slowly lifted the scarred man.

The scarred man struggled desperately, flailing his limbs, but he seemed bound by invisible shackles, unable to move, only able to let out cries of despair. Those cries echoed in the basement, full of helplessness and fear.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang shouted, his voice like a great bell, with a ”roar,” he activated the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique — Supreme Indifference. In an instant, the chill around him intensified, enveloping the entire basement in his aura of cold.

Shi Feiyang rushed toward the phantom figure, his Myanmar Saber gleaming with cold light. With sharp saber force, he aimed at the giant blue hand.

Where Shi Feiyang passed, the air froze, leaving a faint icy trail, emitting a ”hissing” sound.

The Myanmar Saber, imbued with the powerful energy of the Bright Jade Technique, was surrounded by a thick layer of ice. Within the ice, blue cold light flickered, resembling a divine artifact forged from ice. However, when Shi Feiyang’s saber touched the hand, it vanished without a trace, as if made of void, causing Shi Feiyang’s heart to tighten.

Gong Simeng was anxious, and suddenly in her mind flashed the sword scars on the wall of the secret chamber in Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Those sword scars were mysterious, vaguely forming the outline of a special set of sword moves.

Without hesitation, Gong Simeng quickly bent down to pick up the sword on the ground.

At this moment, Gong Simeng’s eyes were fixed intently on the phantom figure ahead, her mind continuously recalling the pattern of the sword scars. Her long sword danced along the remembered trajectories, executing the set of moves derived from the mysterious sword marks.

”Zheng zheng!” As the sword moves were performed, a strange spectacle unfolded.