King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 189: Chapter 119: Deadly Duel in the Storm: Forced South to Suzhou, Shi Feiyang Fights to Survive

Shi Feiyang thought to himself, ”Today, I must ensure these Divine Sword Manor dog thieves come but never return, and get justice for myself!”

Looking around, the trees in the fierce wind seemed like a group of giants stripped of their spines, shaking intensely in pain. Branches scattered everywhere.

The breaking branches let out hopeless creaks, falling one by one, each sound like a death knell for this brutal battle.

Leaves flew everywhere, like a group of panic-stricken butterflies spinning helplessly in the whirlpool of the storm, adding a touch of tragic beauty and helplessness to the impending bloody ”slaughterhouse.”

The pooled water on the ground quickly converged into a rush of torrents, gushing down the terrain, carrying sand and stones mercilessly, as if to completely disrupt all order and reshape it into a chaotic world.

Shi Feiyang sat steadily on horseback, the horse trembling slightly in the wind, its hooves uneasily scraping the ground, yet dutifully carrying the brave knight.

Shi Feiyang’s spine was straight as a pine, like an ancient pine, standing proudly in the violent storm, a firm figure amidst chaos, like a beacon in the darkness, bringing hope to the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association.

”Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, protect Miss Gong! Sisters and brothers, prepare to break through! Clear a path with blood; leave it to me! Be wary of the Thirteen Life-taking Swords; these dog thieves all belong to Divine Sword Manor!” Shi Feiyang’s voice resonated like a mighty bell in the storm.

That steady, forceful voice was like thunder slicing through the gloom, exploding in the hearts of Heroic Sakura Association’s heroes, filling them with hope and courage.

The tension tight as a drawn bowstring slightly eased, as if they had found a ray of light in the darkness, a hope for life, a dawn of victory.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was firm, conveying a conviction of victory to the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association.

No sooner had the words fallen than Shi Feiyang leaped from the horse like a black lightning.

His movements were swift and agile, like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, drawing a fearless arc in the air. Against the stormy backdrop, the arc was strikingly vivid like a ray of hope piercing the darkness, illuminating the hearts afraid.

Upon landing, Shi Feiyang drew his saber with a swift motion, the metallic clash sounding crisp and clear, the blade gleaming like cold stars.

The cold gleam seemed to open a crack in the night, chilling air rushing forth, instantly freezing even the surrounding raindrops, leaving only Shi Feiyang’s blade exuding a deadly aura.

Next, Shi Feiyang initiated the Bright Jade Technique, True Qi surging like tidal waves, a faint white mist of True Qi enveloped his body like an indestructible shield, radiating a powerful, awe-inspiring presence.

Even the raging storm seemed to slightly weaken under this presence, the wind not as wild, the rain seeming lesser.

At that moment, he wielded the Hundred Victories Saber Technique with his right hand and the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique with his left, like a War God descending, emitting a terrifyingly spirited aura, standing as an unyielding mountain amid the storm and enemy encirclement.

Shi Feiyang was filled with grand sentiments, each move imbued with endless power, aiming to crush all foes before him.

Almost simultaneously, seven masked men flew forth, swords in hand, wearing black attire, like seven ghosts from Hell in the storm. Their movements were synchronized, working seamlessly, weaving mysterious arcs in the air, instantly forming the Life-taking Thirteen Swords Formation around Shi Feiyang.

This sword formation was like an invisible yet incredibly tough web, trapping Shi Feiyang at its center.

Raindrops splattering on weapons, creating layers of spray, the clashing sounds incessant, mixed with muddy splashes, the air filled with an overwhelming oppressive feeling.

In a breath, every inch of air was filled with Sword Qi, suffocating, cutting the throat even with a breath.

Lightning snaked like silver serpents across the sky, illuminating the world with each strike, reflecting Shi Feiyang’s stern face and the ghastly figures of the enemies; thunder roared like the wrath of the Celestial God, adding shock and terror to the battle.

Shi Feiyang focused intently on the sword formation, his mind racing to devise a strategy to break the formation, his gaze showing determination and disdain, a look that could pierce the soul, seeing through their inner cowardice.

His lips curved into a confident cold smile, a smile like an invisible blade stabbing directly at the enemy’s heart.

To Shi Feiyang, the struggles of these people were no more than futile struggles of trapped beasts.

At that moment, the wind howled, like an angry beast roaring, raindrops as large as beans pounded violently on the ground, splashing layers of water, the world seemingly swallowed by the storm.

Yet Shi Feiyang stood like a towering mountain at the center of chaos, radiating an awe-inspiring aura.