King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 176: Chapter 117: Beneath the Sorrow of Love: Xie Zhichuan’s Despicable Schemes and the Jianghu Turmoil

The darkness inside the cave was thick as ink, resembling a vast and greedy maw eager to swallow him in an instant.

In this pitch-black space where one couldn’t see their hand in front of them, Shi Feiyang moved cautiously forward like a wary leopard.

With each step, he was extremely careful, setting his foot down gently, afraid of disturbing any lurking danger in the shadows.

Shi Feiyang reached out his palm and slowly grazed along the cold stone wall. The rough texture transmitted through his palm, carrying strands of unknown fear. However, his gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s, flickering with determined light in the darkness.

In the deathly silence of the cave, Shi Feiyang’s heartbeat was particularly clear, ”thump thump thump,” its powerful rhythm like a spirited battle song for his adventure, injecting energy into every step he took.

After a long and arduous exploration, Shi Feiyang finally reached the deepest part of the cave.

Under the dim light in the cave’s depths, a mysterious array came into view.

This array was like a piece of mystical ancient artwork, formed by countless precious jade stones and mysterious runes.

The jade stones shimmered in brilliant colors, like dazzling stars in the night sky, exuding an alluring glow. The runes flowed gently over them, as if alive, interweaving to tell ancient and mysterious secrets.

The array continuously emitted a powerful force, like a surging undercurrent, raging endlessly in the depths of the cave. It was this force that sustained the Black Wind Stronghold for hundreds of years without decline, becoming a terrifying evil power in the Jianghu.

Shi Feiyang gazed at the array with a flicker of resolve in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his breath steady and powerful, then mobilized the inner strength within him.

In an instant, his aura surged and roiled around him, his robes billowing loudly under the impact of his powerful inner strength, making a ”whoosh” sound, naturally activating the Divine Dragon Tower Ring on his left ring finger.

At that moment, it seemed as if the dragon on the ring awoke from a long slumber, letting out a deafening dragon roar, ”Roar—” The dragon’s roar thundered through the cave, as if to shatter this endless darkness and let light return.

The dragon radiated a brilliant golden light, the light like a sharp blade slicing the darkness into pieces.

The golden light clashed with the array, and for a moment, the entire cave shook violently, emitting a ”boom boom” noise.

Under the impact of the dragon’s power, the runes of the array shook violently, breaking one after another with a crisp ”crack.” As each rune shattered, the cave shook more intensely, with debris constantly falling from the ceiling, ”crackling” onto the ground.

Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth, his facial muscles slightly twisted from exertion, but his gaze remained firmly locked on the array.

He continuously increased the output of his inner strength, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground, yet he was oblivious. Finally, as the last rune dissipated, the source of the Black Wind Stronghold’s mysterious power was utterly destroyed, that powerful force vanished instantly, leaving only silence.

In the instant the array’s protection was lost, the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold fell into chaos.

They widened their eyes in horror, their gazes filled with deep fear, scattering like frightened rabbits.

Their shouts and footsteps mingled together in pandemonium.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang immediately launched an attack. He performed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, executing moves like ”Dragon Claw Sea Exploration,” ”Dragon Whirl Slash,” and ”Dragon Tail Sweep” in succession. While performing ”Dragon Claw Sea Exploration,” his arm struck out like a dragon breaking through water, accompanied by a whooshing wind sound, directly targeting the enemy’s throat, with a ”swish,” his arm slicing through the air like a black lightning bolt. During ”Dragon Whirl Slash,” his arm rotated at high speed, like a ruthless meat grinder, emitting a ”buzzing” sound, leaving enemies falling wherever it went. During ”Dragon Tail Sweep,” his body spun swiftly like lightning, his arm swinging like a dragon’s tail, with mountain-crushing force, snapping enemy bodies in two with a ”crack,” the sound of bone breaking sending chills down one’s spine. Simultaneously, he wielded the Myanmar Saber, using expert techniques from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique like ”Saber Breaks the Galaxy.”

In his hands, the Myanmar Saber was like a nimble silver serpent, its blade glinting, each swing stirring a gust of wind, ”swish swish swish,” as in a flash of saber and sword shadows, bandits fell one after another. Blood sprayed everywhere, instantly dyeing the cave floor red, the air filled with a thick stench of blood.

After an intense battle, Shi Feiyang finally wiped out the Black Wind Stronghold, ridding the Jianghu of a great menace.

He gazed at the chaos before him, feeling a flood of emotions in his heart.

Despite achieving total victory over the Black Wind Stronghold, Shi Feiyang knew well that the conflicts in the Jianghu were endless.

He gently wiped the blood off his face, his movements gentle yet tinged with fatigue. He then straightened his clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles, each action revealing his steadiness and composure.

He looked up toward the cave entrance, his gaze firm and profound, seeing the challenging and unknown Jianghu, and those he vowed to protect. Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, his breath carrying the cave’s blood and dust, then took firm steps, prepared to continue his journey to safeguard peace in the Jianghu, unwavering no matter how many challenges lay ahead.