King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 224: Chapter 126: Chivalrous Passion Battles the Furious Tide, Sword Shadows Like Rainbows Strike Down the Wicked

At this moment, the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association led by Iron Palm Wu Zhong and Mandarin Duck Saber Xiao Lingling were locked in a heated battle with the enemies who were seizing money and grain.

Wu Zhong, harnessing the inner power of the ”Six Harmonies True Scripture,” executed the supreme technique ”Mountain-Breaking Stone-Splitting Palm” from the ”Demon Subduing Palm Technique.” His iron palms struck with increasing ferocity, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and rocks. His arms bulged with veins as he exerted his strength, and each palm strike was accompanied by the enemies’ screams.

An enemy wielding a spear lunged at Wu Zhong. Without dodging, Wu Zhong caught the spearhead with his iron palm. Using the move ”Iron Palm Breaks Spear Force,” he snapped the spear into two pieces with a forceful twist. Then, he followed up with a palm strike to the enemy’s chest, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, with his life or death unknown.

Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Saber gleamed coldly on the battlefield. She performed the ”Mandarin Duck and Dragon Phoenix Auspiciousness” from the ”Mandarin Duck Saber Sect.” This move was extraordinarily exquisite, with one saber attacking and the other defending, perfectly coordinating to repel the approaching enemies one by one.

Her figure was like a butterfly fluttering gracefully, yet concealed a deadly danger.

As she attacked, an enemy attempted to sneak up from behind. Xiao Lingling sensed something amiss and turned lightly, executing the ”Mandarin Duck Ring Cut.” With a reverse swing of her long saber, a flash of blood appeared, and the enemy clutched his throat, slowly collapsing, blood gushing through his fingers.

In that ”slaughterhouse” swallowed entirely by flames of war and blood, the thick, pungent scent of blood hung in the air like dense miasma that wouldn’t dissipate. Every breath felt suffocating as if tainted.

Severed limbs lay scattered haphazardly around, with crimson blood pooling into puddles, meandering across the uneven ground. The low-hanging, heavy dark clouds resembled a giant leaden plank about to fall on the earth, making the world appear even gloomier and oppressive. The howling wind roared like a raging beast, engulfing the battlefield, lifting dust and blood from the ground and making everything even more blurred and indistinct.

Shi Feiyang had just concluded the Hou Yi Shoots the Sun with a thunderous force and was about to turn to rescue Yili when an unexpected turn of events descended like a ghostly apparition. A sinister laugh, as if emanating from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, slowly floated over the battlefield’s edge.

The crowd followed the sound and saw a hunched figure, its face wrinkled and gnarled like withered bark, emerging slowly from the black, eerie smoke nurtured by the darkness. The elder was robed in a pure black garment that seemed to absorb all the darkness of the world, casting a chilling phosphorescence in the dull light of the battlefield, with strands of cold air seeping out like a curse from Hell.

Clutched in his hand was an ebony cane topped with a gemstone emitting a bizarre blood-red glow, even more eerie amidst the bloodshed, like an evil demon’s eye greedy and cruel, gazing at the world’s creatures.

This man was none other than the feared protector of the Evil Shadow Sect, the ”Ghost-faced Elder.” ”Shi Feiyang, today is the day of your death!” The Ghost-faced Elder’s sharp, piercing voice screeched like a night owl’s wail in the dead of night, echoing freely across the battlefield, like cursed notes drilling into everyone’s soul, causing each to tremble.

As the words fell, he slammed the cane into the ground, like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere. The earth quaked violently, and pitch-black cracks resembling the awakened ferocious beast swiftly spread from the elderly man’s feet, devouring everything in its path. Stones and dirt flew, the ground shattering into fragments like a broken mosaic.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes widened with rage, fiery anger emanating from them, as if they could ignite the Ghost-faced Elder into ashes instantly. He shouted fiercely, ”You vile wicked doer, dare to act presumptuously here!” Shi Feiyang, inherently upright and just, detested evil with a passion. Confronting such malevolence, his sense of justice was instantly ignited, his voice ringing with undeniable authority and determination.

He embodied justice itself, ready to purge all evil from the world.

The Ghost-faced Elder let out a strange laugh, full of arrogance and disdain, his body suddenly transforming into a shadow, like a black meteor, hurtling toward Shi Feiyang at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was upon Shi Feiyang, moving so fast that no one could react in time.

The gemstone atop his cane emitted an intense glow as a beam of black light, like an arrow shot from the abyss, enveloped in an aura of destruction, shot straight towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang’s right foot stamped hard on the ground, his body darting sideways like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

The black beam whistled past his garment, tearing the air like an invisible blade with an ear-piercing shriek. On the ground, the beam bore a bottomless black hole, with the surrounding earth shattered into dust by its sheer force, causing debris to scatter like shrapnel, forming small pits on the ground.

Seizing the momentum of his sideways dodge, Shi Feiyang twisted his waist, his right hand shooting forth like lightning to draw the Myanmar Saber from his hip. As the saber was unsheathed, a cold gleam erupted suddenly, like a white ribbon piercing the blood-soaked night sky at dawn, the blade’s cold light capable of freezing one’s soul.