King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 145: Chapter 111: Bloody! The Decisive Battle in the Valley Determines Fate, the Stone Coffin’s Mystery Awaits Unveiling

Shi Feiyang let out a great shout, his voice like a resounding bell, causing the surrounding air to hum and buzz.

The Bright Jade Technique within his body operated at high speed, and the brilliance around him instantly became dazzling. That brilliance was like a radiant pearl rising from the depths of the endless sea, or like the sun breaking through heavy clouds, illuminating the entire dark valley.

At this moment, the valley was filled with howling winds, flying sand, and pebbles, the sound of the wind like the wailing of ghosts, causing the surrounding trees to sway. The branches whipped against each other with a ”crackling” sound. The sand and stones on the ground were swept up by the fierce wind, dancing wildly in the air like a swarm of frenzied hidden weapons, occasionally grazing everyone’s bodies with a prickly sensation.

Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber was suddenly jerked upwards, executing a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Reverse Dragon Raising the Sun,” with astonishing power. With a ”whoosh,” the saber wind roared, like an invisible tornado, flipping Huang Yuanxiong’s Ring-Spinning Saber into the air. The Ring-Spinning Saber traced a graceful, yet desperate arc in the air, accompanied by a mournful ”woo”, and finally landed heavily on the ground with a clear ”clang” sound, echoing through the valley.

The surrounding mist was scattered by this powerful force and quickly gathered again, as if manipulated by an invisible hand. Sun Meng seized the opportunity to attack once more, his trident thrusting straight towards Shi Feiyang’s chest, executing a move called ”Angry Sea Piercing Cloud,” carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes showing confidence and determination, like a towering mountain standing unshakably.

He clenched his left hand into a fist, gathering Inner Strength, which coalesced on his fist forming a powerful aura, twisting the surrounding air with a ”zzz” sound. A punch landed on the shaft of the trident with unmatched might in a move called ”Stone-Breaking Mountain-Breaking Fist.”

With a loud ”bang,” like thunder exploding on flat ground, the cliffs on both sides of the valley trembled, fragments of rock falling ”crackling” onto the ground. Shi Feiyang seized the momentum to pursue, his eyes burning with the fire of victory, as if the flames could completely devour the enemy. His Myanmar Saber swept across, the saber wind roaring like a fierce lightning strike, executing ”Gale Sweeping Leaves,” with a force like overwhelming waves.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky grew heavier and more tumultuous, resembling a thousand troops galloping within. Occasionally, lightning flickered in the clouds, yet was firmly suppressed by the thick clouds, only emitting a faint light, casting the entire valley into a flickering light and darkness.

Sun Meng and Huang Yuanxiong hurriedly retreated to avoid the attack, their faces full of fear, their eyes filled with terror of death, as if they saw the Death God wielding a scythe approaching them, causing their bodies to tremble involuntarily.

The fog in the valley grew thicker, like a heavy curtain tightly enveloping the three people, permeated with an atmosphere of tension and fear, making it almost impossible to breathe. Luo Biwang, seeing the situation, leaped up, executing a move called ”Eagle Grabbing the Rabbit,” tracing an arc in the air like a swooping eagle, from above stabbing towards Shi Feiyang’s head like a meteor.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze sharpened, a cold light flashing in his eyes, capable of freezing everything. His Myanmar Saber rose from below like a sword, executing ”Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun” to meet Luo Biwang’s sword. ”Clang!” The clash of sword and saber produced a loud noise that seemed to rupture eardrums, echoing in the valley, causing the surrounding air to tremble, like a giant stone hitting a calm lake, creating ripples.

Luo Biwang was sent flying backward, his body tracing a parabola in the air, stumbling a few steps after landing before regaining his footing, his face showing a look of shock, his eyes wide with disbelief at Shi Feiyang’s strength, which far exceeded his expectations.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds, completely blocking the sunlight that once bathed the valley, plunging the entire valley into darkness, as if signaling the impending arrival of the apocalypse, heralding an even more brutal battle about to unfold.

The fierce wind howled through the valley, making everyone’s clothes flap loudly, the ”whoosh” of the wind intertwining with the clashing of weapons, forming a tense and intense symphony, adding to the sense of tension, and quickening one’s heartbeat.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang resembled an invincible War God, his momentum completely suppressing the three opponents, the surrounding air frozen by his aura, forming an invisible ice wall. ”Iron-Backed Immortal Ape” Hong Changshan, upon seeing this, charged again with a monstrous iron staff, a look of madness on his face, having lost all reason, shouted: ”Everyone move aside, watch me take him down!” His voice carried a hint of madness and resentment, like the roar of a wounded beast.

Shi Feiyang’s lips curled into a disdainful smile, as if mocking Hong Changshan’s overestimation of his abilities, saying: ”Come, today I will show you the power of I!” His voice was firm and forceful, resounding in the valley with undisputed authority.

Shi Feiyang watched Hong Changshan charge, a gleam of fierce light in his eyes, capable of piercing through Hong Changshan’s body, leaving him nowhere to hide. Immediately, Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered, dodging Hong Changshan’s powerful iron staff strike, his movement as swift and elusive as a ghost, too quick to react. In the next moment, with a side step, his Myanmar Saber slashed across Hong Changshan’s throat like lightning, so fast that only a cold light could be seen flashing by. In a split second, Shi Feiyang executed one of the deadly moves from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Phantom Assassin,” with a ”hiss” sound, like a sharp blade slicing through silk.

Hong Changshan’s eyes widened, covering his neck with both hands, yet unable to stop the blood gushing out like a fountain, strikingly noticeable in the dim light. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, witnessing the end of his life, collapsing with a heavy thud, raising a cloud of dust, the sound resembling a somber note marking the fall of life.

”Soul-Chasing Staff” Li Tianhao, seeing Hong Changshan killed in an instant, was shocked, displaying a terrified expression, yet still braced himself to charge. His legs slightly trembled, clearly intimidated by Shi Feiyang’s prowess.

Shi Feiyang coldly snorted, the snort filled with disdain. The Myanmar Saber swung, releasing a sharp saber energy called ”Sky-Splitting Saber Qi,” an invisible blade that directly severed Li Tianhao’s iron staff with a ”snap,” breaking it into two.

Li Tianhao had yet to react when Shi Feiyang was already upon him, the Myanmar Saber piercing through his chest in a fluid motion, causing Li Tianhao to spit blood and die instantly. His body slowly fell, the breath of life dissipating quickly, with a ”thud,” collapsing onto the cold ground.

The monk Profound Moon, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, turned to flee; his steps were frantic, like a startled rabbit.

How could Shi Feiyang let him escape? With a swift step, as fast as lightning, he caught up, struck with his saber.

”Snap!” Profound Moon’s neck was severed, his bald head rolled aside, blood splattering everywhere, creating a gruesome scene.

The ”Flying Celestial Divine Eagle” Li Feng had just gotten up from the ground, intending to seize the chance to fly away, fear filling his eyes.

Shi Feiyang flicked his wrist, sending the Myanmar Saber flying out like a shooting star, so fast it was hard to catch with the naked eye, using the ”Meteor Chases the Moon” move to pin Li Feng to the ground. Li Feng let out a shrill scream and then fell silent, the agonizing cry tearing through the sky, then giving way to deathly silence.

Having dispatched these men, Shi Feiyang turned toward ”Invincible Sword” Luo Biwang, ”Chaotic Sea Divine Flood Dragon” Sun Meng, and ”Ring-Spinning Saber” Huang Yuanxiong.

The three were terrified by Shi Feiyang’s might, their bodies trembling slightly, faces full of dread.

Luo Biwang forced himself to look composed, showing a strained smile, attacking once more with his sword.

Shi Feiyang sidestepped, dodging nimbly and swiftly, kicking Luo Biwang’s knee. Luo Biwang let out a scream, collapsing on the ground, pain etched on his face. Shi Feiyang picked up the Myanmar Saber, raised it, and brought it down. ”Snap!” Luo Biwang’s head rolled to the ground, blood gushing from his neck, creating a horrific sight.

Sun Meng, seeing this, turned to run, his steps chaotic like he was pursued by a demon.

Shi Feiyang picked up a stone, infusing it with Inner Strength. The stone was instantly enveloped with powerful Inner Strength and was hurled at Sun Meng.

The stone struck Sun Meng’s back like a cannonball. ”Bang!” Sun Meng tumbled to the ground, his body rolling several times before becoming motionless. Shi Feiyang approached and ended his life with a single strike, his gaze devoid of any sympathy, as if executing a judgment of justice.

Huang Yuanxiong was so scared he collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably like a sieve, pleading incessantly, ”Spare me, spare me!”

With an impassive face, Shi Feiyang coldly said, ”You wicked dog, you cannot be spared!” With that, he raised and brought down his saber, sending Huang Yuanxiong to his death, his life ending abruptly at that moment.

Thus, all the experts invited by the Black Wind Stronghold were slain by Shi Feiyang. The mouth of the valley was permeated with a strong scent of blood, one that made people feel nauseous. Shi Feiyang sheathed his saber, his movements steady and forceful, his figure standing tall in the sunlight, like a towering mountain, radiating a light of justice.

Lie Quan ran to the stone coffin with a knife in hand, his face full of curiosity and excitement.

Shi Feiyang urgently shouted, ”Elder Lie, stop! Beware of traps and arrows!” His voice was filled with urgency and concern, echoing through the valley like a great bell. Lie Quan broke into a cold sweat, his face turning pale instantly, hurriedly retreating a few steps before turning to run back to Shi Feiyang’s side, his heartbeat accelerating rapidly, as if it would leap out of his throat, the ”thump, thump” sound clearly audible.

At this moment, around the stone coffin was an eerie mist, like a sheer veil, shrouding the coffin, obscuring the mysteries within. Occasionally, wisps of mist drifted to the crowd’s side, bringing a bone-chilling cold, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

The mysterious runes carved on the stone coffin loomed in and out of the mist, telling ancient and dangerous tales.

Shi Feiyang ordered the team to assemble and detour around.

In the valley, the morning breeze passed, bringing with it a hint of chill, as if dispelling the bloodiness in the air. The thin mist twirled around, resembling an Immortal Realm, with sunlight filtering through, dappling upon Shi Feiyang and his team, dressing them in a golden battle robe.