King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 129: Chapter 97: Battle in the Mount Tai Valley: Capturing the Leader, United Against the Frenzied Mysterious Behemoth

Shi Feiyang’s eyes flashed with a hint of determination, and he roared, ”No more words need to be said, today you must speak!” His voice resonated like a tolling bell, echoing through the passage, making one’s eardrums throb in pain. With that, he brandished the Myanmar Saber and launched an attack on the leader in black.

The saber gleamed and the cold air spread out; each swing carried immense power and anger, with the saber wind howling, ”whoosh, whoosh.” In his heart, there was only one belief: to uncover the truth and stop the impending disaster.

The Myanmar Saber carried the chill of the Bright Jade Technique, with a thin layer of frost forming around the blade. Wherever it reached, the air froze, making a subtle ”swoosh” sound, creating a blanket of white mist, as if standing in a world of ice and snow.

The leader in black was not one to be outdone; with a ”swish,” he drew out his large saber, the blade gleaming with cold light, and engaged in fierce combat with Shi Feiyang.

Their figures darted swiftly through the passage like two streaks of black lightning, with saber lights interweaving, leaving one dazzled.

Each swing of Shi Feiyang’s blade bore the strength of Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking, swift as lightning, with a ”swish,” the saber wind howled, making a ”sssss” sound. He unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Wind Rolls up the Remnant Cloud,” the saber light surging toward the leader in black like a storm, capable of engulfing everything into an endless tempest.

Meanwhile, the leader in black relied on his rich combat experience, continuously parrying Shi Feiyang’s attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Each block was accompanied by the ”clang clang” of metal colliding. A life-and-death struggle unfolded in the dark passage, with the atmosphere so tense one could hardly breathe, the air seemed to solidify.

On the other side, Gong Simeng, Xiang Kun, and Jin Liufu were engaged in a hard-fought battle with the monster.

Gong Simeng repeatedly swung her soft whip, her eyes firm and focused, staring intently at the beast’s eyes and legs. The whip in her hand was like a black lightning, weaving through the air with a ”crack,” sometimes aiming for the beast’s eyes with a swishing sound, carrying a fierce wind, attempting to blind it; at other times wrapping around its legs to hinder its movements, each swing carrying the sound of wind, the whip’s tip gleaming with a cold light, as if capable of cutting through anything.

Xiang Kun continuously cast spells, his forehead covered in beads of sweat, which ran down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, ”drip, drip.” Although his eyes revealed fatigue, he steadfastly persisted. His hands quickly formed seals, fingers dancing, muttering incantations to summon earth spikes and falling rocks.

The ground occasionally sprouted sharp spikes, ”thud thud,” piercing up from below like blades, shooting toward the monster with a ”whoosh whoosh” sound; stones continually fell from the passage’s top, ”crash, crash” hitting the monster, confining its movement range, each stone falling with a heavy thud.

Jin Liufu was opportunistically looking for chances, his eyes sharp like a hunter, constantly observing the beast’s vulnerabilities. The hidden weapons in his hands continuously flew out, whizzing toward the beast, like meteors streaking through the night sky, each carrying his determination and strength, aiming to deliver a fatal blow to the beast.

Just as Shi Feiyang and the leader in black were locked in intense battle, an unfathomable fluctuation suddenly emanated from deep within the passage.

This wave seemed to originate from the endless abyss of the universe’s chaotic beginning, enveloped in indescribable unknowns and a chilling terror. It was like an invisible and mighty hand forcefully stirring the beast’s heartstrings.

Influenced by this, the beast became increasingly frenzied, its eyes raging with a fiery madness, seeming to wish to burn all worldly things to ashes.

In a reckless charge towards everyone, each step it took shook the ground with a tremendous pound, ”boom,” making the passage tremble violently, as if the entire tunnel might shatter under this immense power, with constant creaking sounds.

The mysterious fluctuation grew stronger, like surging, sweeping tides crashing with forceful ”boom boom” against everything around. The beast, completely roused by this power, rampaged like a giant chariot out of control, where it passed, the passage shook fiercely, and cracks appeared quickly on the stone walls, ”crackling,” as if they would collapse at any moment. Dust rose like billowing smoke, permeating the passage, making breathing difficult and visibility poor.

The group could only faintly discern each other’s silhouettes in the haze.

Gong Simeng’s brows raised in a frown, her eyes wide open, filled with determination and bravery.

Seizing the moment, she shouted, her voice like a golden oriole flying out of a valley, yet carrying an undeniable authority, ”Hey!” The soft whip in her hand was like a black lightning bolt, wrapped in fierce wind, with a ”whoosh” tightly coiling around the beast’s neck.

Immediately afterward, she leveraged it to leap upward, her posture as light as willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze, or like a nimble swallow of the night. The dagger in her hand flashed with a deadly light, akin to a fleeting meteor in the night sky, with deadly determination, plunging towards the beast’s crown.

However, the beast’s hide was as hard as millennium-old black iron; when the dagger struck it, it only left a faint white mark, ”clang,” sparks flying, not inflicting a fatal wound.

Gong Simeng’s heart tightened, a trace of astonishment flashed across her face, but the resilience in her bones instantly calmed her down, her eyes reigniting with unyielding fighting spirit. Xiang Kun’s forehead was covered with densely packed beads of sweat, large drops of which continuously ran down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, soaking into a small patch of moisture.

Xiang Kun clasped his hands, radiating light all around, the glow containing all his mana, at this moment continuously gathering. Suddenly, he shouted, ”Rock Prison Trap!” The voice was deep and powerful, shaking like the earth and mountain quaking.

In an instant, the ground seemed disturbed by a giant hand, trembling violently, ”rumble rumble” sounding.

Several massive stone pillars emerged from the ground, the surface rough and carrying an earthy scent, like skyward pillars crossing time from ancient ages, binding the beast with overpowering might.

Yet the beast’s strength was beyond imagination, letting out an earth-shattering roar, ”howl,” the sound waves rolling, making everyone’s eardrums ache, as if to shatter one’s soul. It struggled violently, muscles bulging high, taut as if cast from steel, seemingly intent on breaking the stone pillars with brute force.

Tiny cracks began to appear on the pillars, ”crackling” sounds constantly arose like the countdown of the Death God, signaling that the stone pillars might collapse at any moment. Xiang Kun’s face turned extremely pale, devoid of blood, he clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed high, veins bulging like small twisting snakes, struggling to maintain the magic, sweat soaking his clothes.

Jin Liufu seized the moment, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s, missing no opportunity.

He quickly pulled out special darts from his bosom, the darts glittering with a cold light in the dim passage.

With a swift and smooth motion, he hurled the darts, ”whoosh,” consecutively targeting the beast’s eyes and abdomen, the relatively weak areas. The darts, with sharp whistling, cut through the air, ”swish swish” sounding like deadly meteors, hitting the monster precisely. The monster was in intense pain, letting out a deafening roar, ”howl,” a roar seemingly capable of breaking through the confines of the passage, causing the entire passage to tremble violently, with endless ”buzzing” echoes.

Jin Liufu’s face showed a relieved smile, yet his eyes remained vigilant, ready for the next attack, like a leopard poised to pounce on its prey, body leaning slightly forward, ready to strike.