King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 144: Chapter 110: Fierce Battle in Mount Tai Valley: Shi Feiyang Braves Powerful Foes, Bright Jade Technique Shakes All Directions

Monk Profound Moon pressed his hands together, murmuring incantations in a low and cryptic voice, as if these words came from the depths of ancient history, each syllable carrying mysterious power, attempting to cast a spell to disturb Shi Feiyang’s mind.

Shi Feiyang remained unmoved, his eyes showing determination, like a majestic mountain standing firm amidst a storm, completely unwavering. He strode towards Profound Moon with stable and powerful steps, each footfall seemingly smashing the air beneath, causing a muffled ”bang bang” sound.

He swung his Myanmar Saber with an unstoppable force, as if it could cleave a mountain. With a ”whoosh,” the blade wind was fierce, like a raging gale that swept up the surrounding sand and stones.

Profound Moon raised his zen staff to block, accompanied by a loud ”clang” like a tolling bell, echoing through the valley. Profound Moon was so jarred that his arms went numb, barely able to hold onto the zen staff, and a blood-red crack appeared on his tiger’s mouth, with crimson blood slowly flowing along the staff.

He retreated repeatedly, showing a shocked expression, unable to believe that the young Shi Feiyang could possess such formidable strength. His eyes were filled with disbelief, with his pupils slightly contracting.

The ”Flying Celestial Divine Eagle” Li Feng spiraled in the sky, his figure a black lightning bolt fast beyond capture. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, high above searching for an opportunity to strike. Seizing the moment, he swooped down, leaving only a residual shadow like a shooting star across the night sky. The short blade in his hand pierced down towards Shi Feiyang’s head, slicing through the air with a ”hissing” sound, like a viper hissing.

Shi Feiyang suddenly swung his blade upwards, sending a fierce saber energy charging towards the ”Flying Celestial Divine Eagle” Li Feng. The saber energy carried a biting coldness, resembling an icy arrow that instantly crystallized the air into icy shards, which fell ”swish swish” to the ground.

Li Feng couldn’t dodge in time and was struck by the saber energy. With a miserable scream that sounded like a wounded bird, he fell to the ground, his cry piercing and tragic. After rolling several times, he barely stopped, his body curled in pain, his forehead oozing large drops of sweat.

”Invincible Sword” Luo Biwang, ”Chaotic Sea Divine Flood Dragon” Sun Meng, and ”Ring-Spinning Saber” Huang Yuanxiong saw danger approaching and exchanged a glance, tacitly understanding each other, rapidly joining forces to attack Shi Feiyang. Luo Biwang’s swordsmanship was like a thunderous storm, each strike carrying fierce sword qi, the blade swinging with a ”whoosh” sound, crisscrossing sword qi leaving white trails in the air.

Sun Meng’s Trident was overwhelming, every thrust wielding a force of a thousand jins, the tip slicing through the air with a ”whoosh” like a beast’s roar, frighteningly intimidating.

Huang Yuanxiong’s Ring-Spinning Saber spun continuously to form an impenetrable defense, the sound of the blade spinning ”buzz buzzing” like a high-speed meat grinder, dazzling with flashing blade flashes.

Yet, Shi Feiyang showed no fear amidst their siege; his figure darted like a ghost, his Myanmar Saber wielding flashes of cold light, each strike bringing a gust of blade wind ”whoosh whoosh,” effortlessly neutralizing their attacks. His superb saber skills and steady response were astonishing. His saber momentum mirrored a tempest, swift and fierce to the extreme, each swing causing a piercing wind sound ”whoosh whoosh,” as if the sharp saber wind tore the air into shreds, producing a ”she she” sound.

Shi Feiyang used the ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name” Mysterious Lightness Technique, moving unpredictably like a ghost between enemies, his actions so agile and trajectory so bizarre that it was impossible to grasp, having already melded into this realm of light and shadow, leaving only vague afterimages.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang’s senses were keen, first detecting Luo Biwang’s sword strike coming full of lethal threat.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang slightly tilted his body, narrowly dodging the deadly attack with precision akin to dancing on a blade edge. The friction between his shoe soles and the ground produced a ”creaking” sound. While evading the attack, Shi Feiyang’s eyes showed a hint of disdain, a gaze as cold as an icy glint. Then, Shi Feiyang smoothly swung his Long Sword, the movement fluid and powerful, akin to flowing clouds and water, precisely blocking Sun Meng’s trident thrust.

Clang! The moment the metals collided, they produced a crisp and resonant sound, echoing like a bell toll throughout the valley, simultaneously sparking dazzling firelight that flickered in the dim battle scene like fleeting stars.

At the same time, Shi Feiyang suddenly kicked swiftly towards Huang Yuanxiong’s wrist, the kick as fast as lightning, carrying a force of a thousand jins, with the gust of wind causing a ”whoosh whoosh” sound in the air.

Huang Yuanxiong had no time to react; he only felt excruciating pain in his wrist, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, followed by a ”bang” of dull sound. The Ring-Spinning Saber in his hand almost slipped from his grip. His face immediately showed a look of terror, his eyes wide with disbelief at the scene before him, his lips trembling slightly as he let out a painful groan.

The air around seemed to have been completely ignited by this fierce battle, suffused with an intense atmosphere of heat and tension, distorting the entire space with a ”sizzle” sound. The cliffs on either side of the gorge stood silent and majestic like giant beasts, coldly observing this breathtaking slaughter. Occasionally, a few loose stones couldn’t withstand the tremors of the fight, rolling down and creating a dull ”rumble” sound, as if the earth was sighing under this intense battle, adding even more to the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Within the vortex of True Qi produced by Shi Feiyang’s rapid circulation of Bright Jade Technique, the vortex was like a miniature black hole, spinning rapidly and emitting a deep and terrifying roar, seemingly a howl from Hell Abyss, threatening to devour everything around it, and the sound shook people’s eardrums painfully.

Under this powerful True Qi pressure, the experts of Black Wind Stronghold slowly felt their inner energy retreating rapidly, like a flood breaking through a dam. Their movements became sluggish, each action seemed to bear the weight of thousands of pounds, and their breathing became heavy and rapid, the sound of ”huff, huff” clearly audible amid the fierce battle, each revealing signs of fatigue.

Yet Shi Feiyang appeared increasingly mysterious and unpredictable. His appearance was becoming more and more transparent, as if enveloped by a layer of cold mist like pure ice, exuding a chilling aura that was intimidating.

The terrible cold generated by Bright Jade Technique’s True Qi was like an invisible arrow piercing through the hearts of Huang Yuanxiong and the others. They felt a piercing cold surge from their soles straight to the top of their heads, as if they were suddenly thrown into an ice cellar, their bodies involuntarily trembling, their teeth chattering. At this moment, Huang Yuanxiong, Hong Changshan, and others faced the enormous danger of their bodies freezing into ice, and a thin layer of frost slowly appeared on their skin, glistening with a cold light under the weak light.

Their bodies trembled increasingly obviously, sharply contrasting with Shi Feiyang’s increasingly strong aura.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang fought with increasing valor, his aura soaring like a descending War God, exuding unparalleled majesty, his body shining with light that dared not be looked upon directly. ”Invincible Sword” Luo Biwang, seeing his long attack unsuccessful, couldn’t help but open his eyes wide, bloodshot eyes resembling a completely enraged fierce beast ready to pounce and bite its prey. He let out a roar filled with anger and unwillingness, ”Ow!” echoing through the gorge, shaking down leaves with a rustling sound.

At this moment, the long sword in Luo Biwang’s hand instantly unleashed several fierce Sword Qi, the Sword Qi dazzling like lightning, hissing sharply with a ”whoosh, whoosh” sound, directly targeting Shi Feiyang’s face. His sword style was like the wind, each sword carrying a determination to kill, and he shouted angrily, ”Shi Feiyang, today I’ll let you die right here!” His face twisted into a ghastly expression, teeth clenched, seeming to want to devour Shi Feiyang alive, his distorted face resembling a demon from Hell, saliva even ooze from the corner of his mouth.

”Chaotic Sea Divine Flood Dragon” Sun Meng was also unwilling to be outdone, his eyes flashing a ferocious gleam like the eyes of a wicked wolf shimmering in the night sky. His Trident thrust fiercely, its tip carrying a spiraling energy that seemed capable of shredding everything, humming loudly as if to pierce through Shi Feiyang’s body instantly. His steps nimble, he quickly moved around Shi Feiyang, like an agile leopard seeking a fatal flaw in its prey, also shouting angrily, ”Die, kid!” His voice filled with murderous intent, seemingly to engulf Shi Feiyang completely.

The Ring-Spinning Saber in Huang Yuanxiong’s hand now spun more rapidly, the saber wheel emitting a sharp whirring sound, as if attempting to shred the air into pieces, roaring towards Shi Feiyang as he shouted loudly, ”See my Mountain-Splitting Slash!” His face full of madness as if already descended into delirium, seeking mutual destruction with Shi Feiyang, judging by his expression, he had already put life and death aside, his hair flying wildly with the rotation of the saber wheel.

Facing the ferocious siege of the three, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, his face carrying a faint smile, that smile seemingly like the warm sun in spring yet carrying a confidence difficult to fathom, all of this within his control. His figure flickered, avoiding Luo Biwang’s Sword Qi like a ghost, his speed so fast that one could only see a blurred afterimage.

He vanished instantaneously from his original position, leaving only a faint air ripple behind.

Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber swung, clashing with Sun Meng’s Trident— ”Clang!”—a deafening clash of metal ringing, the sound loud enough to shatter eardrums, erupting with dazzling sparks, illuminating the surrounding darkness; sparks streaked like meteors.

Next, Shi Feiyang swiftly turned to the side, moving agilely like a nimble raccoon cat, raising his leg to kick at Huang Yuanxiong’s wrist holding the saber.

Huang Yuanxiong felt sharp pain in his wrist, as if struck by a heavy hammer, followed by a dull ”bang,” the Ring-Spinning Saber almost slipped from his grasp. He gritted his teeth, his face showing a painful expression, his features twisted in agony as he exerted more force, and the saber wheel’s speed increased further, attempting to regain the upper hand, the whirring of the saber wheel growing sharper, attempting to engulf everything around it.