King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 159: Chapter 114: Battle at Black Wind Stronghold: Liu Tingting’s Hypocrisy and Assistance (Part 4)

Xiang Kun rapidly retreated, the iron flute dancing in front of him in an attempt to ward off the surging heat waves.

However, the flames were astonishingly powerful, breaking through his defenses in an instant. Xiang Kun’s sleeve caught fire, and the blaze quickly spread.

He hurriedly slapped at the fire to extinguish it, but even in his haste, there was a firmness to his movements.

After steadying himself, Xiang Kun attacked again, the iron flute striking, thrusting, and poking with fierce techniques targeting Su Yanfeng’s vital points.

Su Yanfeng, however, remained unflustered. Her palms moved like lightning, colliding with Xiang Kun’s iron flute repeatedly, producing a clangorous sound akin to musical notes of metal clashing, echoing in the air.

The two exchanged blow for blow, locked in a stalemate for a moment.

Xiang Kun unleashed the Celestial Spirit Acupoint Technique, his finger techniques like phantoms, attempting to strike Su Yanfeng’s acupoints.

But Su Yanfeng’s movements were agile, her graceful movements akin to a butterfly dancing, skillfully evading Xiang Kun’s attacks time and again.

At this moment, the magic within Xiang Kun’s iron flute suddenly failed him, and the rudimentary spells he had learned also lost their effect at this critical juncture.

Su Yanfeng seized the opportunity, both palms striking forth, the flames intensifying as though infused with infinite power, blazing fiercely. She struck Xiang Kun’s chest fiercely, flinging his body like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground.

”Ah!” Xiang Kun let out a pained cry, the sound sharp and agonizing, like the wail of a wounded beast.

His body, like a kite with snapped strings, flew uncontrollably through the air, tracing an arc before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull ”thud.” Blood spurted from his mouth like a fountain, staining the ground red. He struggled to rise, hands clawing at the ground, but the severity of his injuries left his limbs weak and powerless, causing him to collapse back to the ground, emitting faint groans.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang appeared like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, darting forward.

His eyes were wide with rage, fiery anger burning within them, a gaze that seemed capable of scorching an enemy.

Shi Feiyang emanated a powerful aura, surging like the tide, rushing forth. He employed the Bright Jade Technique, Inner Strength coursing rapidly through his body with a ”buzzing” sound, condensing the surrounding air with its formidable force, causing the temperature to plummet, the chill biting.

Shi Feiyang clasped a long saber tightly in his hands, the blade gleaming with an icy cold light.

He executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, letting out a low shout, and struck fiercely at Su Yanfeng.

The blade carried an unstoppable gale, slicing through the air with a sharp ”sizzling” whistle, as if intending to tear the air apart.

Su Yanfeng’s expression suddenly changed, a flicker of panic crossing her previously calm face. She clearly felt the immense power behind Shi Feiyang’s strike. But as the Altar Master of the Vermilion Bird Altar, she possessed an innate stubbornness and pride that would not allow her to easily retreat. Her palms once again ignited with fierce flames, the fire ”whooshing” as it rose, like two clawed fire serpents, poised to meet Shi Feiyang’s saber.

The saber and palms clashed with a ”boom,” akin to a thunderclap on a clear day, sparks flying in all directions.

The tremendous impact caused both of them to step back a few paces, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Shi Feiyang steadied himself, planting his feet firmly on the ground with a ”thump” sound, then took a swift step forward, his speed as fast as lightning. His saber techniques rained down on Su Yanfeng like a storm, each slash carrying the momentum of mountain-splitting rock-breaking force, the wind from the saber howling and ”whooshing.” Su Yanfeng’s agility allowed her to dodge, like a nimble lynx weaving through the saber flashes.

She continuously unleashed her Flame Palms, the fire ”sizzling” as it sprayed out, attempting to counter Shi Feiyang’s relentless offense. But Shi Feiyang’s saber techniques were exquisite, each slash embedded with great power and cunning angles, catching her off guard. The saber’s gleam flashed like silver lightning across the night sky, the ”swish” sounds unending, making it increasingly difficult for Su Yanfeng to cope.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were like torches, sharply identifying a flaw in Su Yanfeng’s defense.

He shouted, ”Watch the saber!” The long saber sliced horizontally through the air, carrying with it a fierce gust of wind, a ”whoosh” sound. Su Yanfeng couldn’t evade in time, her arm getting slashed, blood spurting instantly with a ”thump,” staining her sleeve red.

She let out a muffled groan of pain but retaliated with an even more frenzied barrage of Flame Palms, the fire roaring with increased intensity, trying to mount one last defense. Shi Feiyang was relentless, channeling the Inner Strength of the Bright Jade Technique continuously into the saber, the chill surrounding the blade ”sizzling” with a sound, the temperature around plummeting, the chill pervading like a sudden onset of winter.

When Su Yanfeng once again unleashed the Flame Palm, Shi Feiyang shouted, ”Break!” The chill from the saber instantly froze the flames, accompanied by a ”crack” sound, the fire turning into ice shards in a moment.

Subsequently, Shi Feiyang elevated the Bright Jade Technique to the Eighth Realm—Ultimate Detachment.

In an instant, cold as tidal waves surged toward Su Yanfeng, the air thick with bone-chilling frost, ”whooshing” with a sound.

Su Yanfeng had no time to react, instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, the ice gleaming with a cold light under the moonlight.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, his saber swinging down with a ”swish,” slashing at the ice sculpture. A ”crash” was heard as the ice sculpture shattered, Su Yanfeng breaking into innumerable fragments scattering on the ground, producing a crisp ”pitter-patter” sound.

In front of the majestic gate of the Black Wind Stronghold, on the rooftop, the Altar Master of the Black Tortoise Altar, Zhou Yan Python, stood like an unmovable mountain. His gaze was sharp and cold, as if capable of penetrating all darkness.