King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 299: Chapter 139: Liu Tingting Seizes the Auspicious Beast in Fury; Shi Feiyang Rushes to the Heroic Sakura Association to Save the Day

The early winter of Heng Mountain, at dusk, appeared like an ancient painting sealed by time and imbued with a chilling aura of murderous intent.

The fierce cold wind was like an enraged beast, rampaging through the mountain ranges, emitting piercing howls of ”woo woo”, as if it wanted to mercilessly devour all life in the world. The setting sun was like blood, and its mournful glow was cast upon the bare branches, creating twisted and eerie shadows, adding a heavy and oppressive ominous color to the impending fierce battle.

The fallen leaves on the ground were wantonly swept up by the wild wind, dancing wildly in the sky, interwoven with the gradually dimming twilight, enhancing the desolation and loneliness, enveloping the entire Heng Mountain in a chillingly tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang’s face was ashen, his complexion pale to the point of near transparency, looking in horror at Shi Feiyang, who was approaching with unstoppable momentum. His legs were weak, like two withered trees ravaged by the wind, barely able to stand, his entire body on the verge of collapse.

Just as despair filled his heart and he thought he would die on the spot, a shadowy figure swiftly charged from the side.

This person was Ding Hong’s son, Ding Peng, from the Beggar Gang, clad in a black robe flapping loudly in the fierce wind, like an emissary of death in the dark night.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a Crescent Moon Saber, emitting a deep and eerie glow.

On the blade, tendrils of demonic energy appeared almost tangible as thick black smoke, swirling and rising, accompanied by a pungent and nauseating stench, resembling the foul odor emanating from the depths of Hell Abyss, quickly permeating the surroundings.

Ding Peng muttered incantations under his breath, his voice deep and obscure. His figure was twisted and bizarre, like a flash of black lightning, enveloped in rolling evil energy, charging fiercely toward Shi Feiyang. He unleashed the Demon Sect’s Evil Skill ”Demon Moon Soul Devouring Technique”, and the Crescent Moon Saber in his hand carved a strange arc in the air, like a black meteor streaking across the night sky, bringing a black whirlwind.

The demonic energy on the blade grew more intense, as if wishing to completely dye the surrounding clear air into pitch black.

”Demon Moon Soul Slash!” Ding Peng suddenly shouted, his voice like thunder, the scimitar like a black crescent moon exuding endless evil aura, wrapped in rolling evil energy, slashing down toward Shi Feiyang’s head with overwhelming force.

Where the scimitar passed, the air seemed torn by an invisible, sharp giant hand, emitting a ”sizzle” of sharp noises, as if countless wronged souls howled mournfully within, sending chills down the spine.

Shi Feiyang watched, his expression stern as frost, his eyes revealing an unyielding determination and confidence.

He took a deep breath, sinking his energy into his Dantian, operating the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique.

In an instant, a piercing coldness burst forth from within him, like a blizzard rushing out from the depths of an icy abyss in the dead of winter, with a mighty force capable of destroying the heavens and earth, swiftly spreading across the battlefield.

The once howling fierce wind suddenly came to a halt before this terrifying cold, as if frozen by a Body Stasis Spell, the ferocious gusts stopped abruptly, replaced by a deathly silence.

The temperature in the mountain plummeted rapidly, with a thick and crystalline layer of frost forming on the ground in the blink of an eye, ”ka ka” sounds echoing.

The crisp and dense sounds seemed like the earth’s agonized moans under this cold, lamenting the terror and majesty of this power.

Around Shi Feiyang, his True Qi surged like a boiling ocean, forming a massive vortex of Qi, resembling a giant dragon long dormant, poised to awaken, radiating a powerful and heart-stopping pull, as if wanting to engulf everything around into an endless abyss.

When Ding Peng’s Crescent Moon Saber struck at Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang’s True Qi vortex suddenly erupted with force, a loud ”bang” echoed, similar to the tolling of a great bell or a thunderclap, its formidable impact spreading outward with Shi Feiyang at the center, instantly deflecting the Crescent Moon Saber.

Ding Peng felt an overwhelming force rush at him like an avalanche, splitting the skin between his thumb and forefinger, with fresh blood slowly dripping down the handle, his arm numb as if bereft of sensation, causing him to stagger backward a few paces involuntarily.

His eyes glimmered with a trace of fear, like a wounded beast, but it was quickly replaced by a frenzy and unwillingness.

He roared furiously, voice hoarse, once again swinging the Crescent Moon Saber, executing a move ”Demon Moon Encirclement”.

The scimitar whirled rapidly in the air, emitting a ”buzzing” sound, creating rings of black halos.

Those halos, like the bloodthirsty mouth of a demon opening wide, enshrouded Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his voice deep yet filled with intimidation. His left hand slowly drew a saber, his movements steady and resolute, the blade gleaming with a cold luster, like the cold moon hanging high in the night, exuding a deadly aura.

He wielded the Myanmar Saber with his left hand, employing a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves”, the saber light swift as lightning, ”swoosh swoosh swoosh”, instantly severing Ding Peng’s black halos. The saber wind howled, producing a ”hoo hoo” sound, where it passed, Ding Peng’s demonic energy was frozen into ice shards, scattering and gleaming coldly in the dim light, like the shattered body of a demon.

However, Ding Peng did not give up.

His eyes flickered with a mad light, muttering incantations again, invoking the Demon Sect’s Evil Skill.

Around him, the black mist thickened, within which sinister ghostly faces faded in and out, emitting bouts of eerie, low laughter.