King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 220: Chapter 125: Seven Steps of the Dragon Display Divine Might, Yili Lends a Hand to Protect the People

On the other side, it was as if an Asura Purgatory had descended. The gleam of blades and swords intertwined like crisscrossed lightning, spreading wantonly, while the thick scent of blood was tangible enough to make one gag.

Shi Feiyang seemed like an invincible War God emerging from the ancient War God Temple, his awe-inspiring aura materializing as a cold frost, spreading outward fiercely.

Wherever he went, the air seemed to freeze, vibrating subtly.

At this moment, he unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, which was renowned throughout the Jianghu and struck fear into the hearts of many. His form was quicker than lightning, leaving only a fleeting, indistinguishable shadow in his path, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, leaving behind a phantom glow.

As Shi Feiyang’s palms waved, the claw wind howled sharply, as if countless materialized sharp blades were slicing through the surrounding air, producing a piercing ”sizzling” sound. Wherever he went, his enemies felt as if they had met their nemesis, as chills rose in their hearts, fleeing in panic like startled birds. Yet, where could they flee to? Whether their necks were broken, foreheads shattered, or chests caved in, all met their deaths in gruesome ways.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was scorching, his eyes sparkling like cold stars in the night sky. They locked onto Huang Lingtian, and the indignation at these peoples’ sufferings, caused by those who wrought havoc and destruction, burned like a raging fire in his chest, almost consuming his innards.

”Today, I will make you pay a painful price for the suffering of the people!” Shi Feiyang roared, his voice like thunder exploding in the plains, causing the surrounding air to buzz and echo in the heavens for a long time.

As his roar faded, Shi Feiyang leaned forward, appearing like a dragon that had been gathering strength, ready to strike, as he charged towards Huang Lingtian with an unstoppable momentum.

Shi Feiyang’s right palm transformed into a black lightning bolt, carrying infinite power and intent to kill, instantly reaching out to execute the ”Dragon Plunges into the Deep Sea” technique from the Divine Dragon Claw. This claw reached the ultimate speed, as if breaking through the shackles of time and space, and the air could not react in time, being torn apart instantly, emitting a sharp, mournful howl like ghostly wails.

Seeing this scene, Huang Lingtian’s face turned ashen, devoid of any color. His eyes widened and nearly bulged out of their sockets. In panic, he hastily withdrew the soft whip in his hand.

However, how could he match Shi Feiyang’s speed? His fingertips were like an extremely sharp dagger, slicing through Huang Lingtian’s wrist with lightning speed.

In an instant, a blood mark appeared like a meandering red thread on Huang Lingtian’s wrist, followed by a gushing stream of blood, which seemed particularly striking on the dim battlefield, like an eerie red flower blooming in the darkness.

Huang Lingtian died a miserable death then and there.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang’s figure spun abruptly, moving so fast it dazzled onlookers. His palms transformed into two hazy, ethereal phantoms, rotating rapidly with extreme speed. The surrounding air was violently disturbed, forming a powerful whirlwind akin to a tornado rising from a flat ground, spreading fiercely around and shredding the enemies who attempted to surround him.

In Shi Feiyang’s eyes burned the raging fire of anger, like two everlasting flames of war, as he roared again: ”You who sow chaos and destruction today will learn that the peace of the people is sacred and inviolable; any violator will be severely punished!”

At this moment, Ma Chen seized the opportunity when Shi Feiyang showed a slight opening while attacking Huang Lingtian, charging frenetically like a famished, red-eyed wolf, swinging the eerie Ghost-faced Saber towards Shi Feiyang.

The Ghost-faced Saber sliced through the air, producing a ”whoosh” sound, while the demonic face carved on the blade seemed to come alive in the dim light, appearing menacing, as if roaring and clawing at the air.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort and instead of retreating, he became even more imposing, like an immovable mountain peak, shouting, ”Watch how I deal with you today, removing a bane from this world!”

Then, he unleashed the ”Dragon Soars to the Ninth Heaven” move. His body shot up like a cannonball fired with tremendous force, with astonishing speed and power, soaring high into the sky.

In mid-air, he quickly executed a flip maneuver, bringing both his palms down with a force that seemed to gather all the power of heaven and earth, striking fiercely.

The formidable palm force contained within his palms, like the unstoppable surging tides, instantly knocked the Ghost-faced Saber out of Ma Chen’s hand.

The Ghost-faced Saber arched through the air with a long curve, landing heavily on the ground with a dull sound.

Ma Chen too was overwhelmed by the tidal wave of strength, his feet leaving the ground, unable to control himself as he staggered back several steps, each one leaving a deep imprint on the ground. His mouth spurted blood uncontrollably, forming a mist of blood in the air, a scene both shocking and appalling.

A determined gleam flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes as he lifted his foot without hesitation, stamping down. Accompanied by a dull, chilling ”crack,” Ma Chen’s skull was crushed underfoot, blood and brain matter splattering, creating a gruesome scene hard to behold.