King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 300: Chapter 139: Furious, Liu Tingting Seizes the Auspicious Beast; Shi Feiyang Rushes to the Heroic Sakura Association for Reinforcements (Part 2)

Ding Peng fiercely planted the Crescent Moon Saber into the ground, rapidly forming seals with his hands. A more potent demonic force erupted from within him, forming a black energy field centered around him.

”Demonic Shadows Dance!” Ding Peng shouted, and countless black shadows burst forth from the energy field like a swarm of demons with claws and fangs, lunging towards Shi Feiyang. Wherever these shadows passed, the ground was left with black streaks, and vegetation instantly withered as if life had been drained instantly.

Shi Feiyang’s expression turned grave, fully aware of the fearsome power of Ding Peng’s attack. He dared not show any negligence, once again employing the Bright Jade Technique, exuding an even deeper chill.

A thick layer of ice rapidly formed around his body, encasing him, forming an unbreakable ice shield.

The black shadows struck the ice shield, making muffled ”bang bang” sounds. Ripples appeared on the shield’s surface but it remained intact.

Taking advantage of this interval, Shi Feiyang quickly thrust out his right hand, executing the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique.

His right hand instantly became robust and powerful, with bulging veins and nails as sharp as dragon claws, glistening with a cold light.

”Divine Dragon’s Claw!” Shi Feiyang roared, his right hand like a black lightning bolt, piercing through the layers of black shadows, aiming straight for Ding Peng’s shoulder.

Seeing this, Ding Peng tried to evade, but Shi Feiyang’s speed was too great.

He could only lift his arm, attempting to block.

With a ”crack”, like the breaking of dead wood, Shi Feiyang’s Divine Dragon Claw crushed Ding Peng’s shoulder.

Ding Peng let out a shrill scream, echoing throughout the valley, chilling to the bone.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Pain was etched across his face, cold sweat pouring down like rain, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

At this moment, Yili and the disciples of the Hengshan Sect were so focused on Shi Feiyang’s safety that they completely ignored Zhong Renwang’s vile actions.

Zhong Renwang seized the opportunity to quietly slip away, crouching like a sneaky cat, cautiously moving towards where Xie Zhichuan was.

He arrived beside Xie Zhichuan, pulling him up, and the two stumbled as they ran down the mountain.

Their figures gradually blurred in the dim light, disappearing into the blood-soaked and murderous expanse of Heng Mountain.

Even after defeating Ding Peng, Shi Feiyang did not lower his guard. He slowly approached Ding Peng, showing no pity in his eyes.

Ding Peng watched Shi Feiyang advance step by step, his once malevolent and arrogant eyes now completely overtaken by fear.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his forehead beading with sweat that slid down his cheeks, mixing with the dirt on the ground, leaving him in a sorry state. Instinctively, he wanted to struggle to his feet to escape, but the excruciating pain from his shoulder stabbed into his bone like a sharp needle, making every twitch of muscle torture. His legs felt as if filled with lead, impossibly heavy to move.

”What... what do you want to do?” Ding Peng asked, his voice trembling, filled with helplessness and despair.

His voice quivered in the frigid wind atop Heng Mountain, as if it could be blown away at any moment.

Shi Feiyang looked down at him, his gaze icy, as if seeing through Ding Peng’s wicked soul.

”You have committed many atrocities, wreaking havoc in the Jianghu. Today is the day you pay for your sins, to bear the painful consequences of your actions.” Shi Feiyang said, his voice deep and resolute, every word like a heavy hammer, echoing through the empty mountains.

With that, he raised his sword without hesitation, his arm muscles taut, exuding an unstoppable momentum, slashing down fiercely.

”Crack!” A crisp sound, like a thunderclap, exploded in the silent ”slaughterhouse,” exceptionally jarring.

Ding Peng’s body was instantly split in half by the sharp blade.

Blood gushed forth like a spring, drawing arcs in the air, then with a ”thud,” the two halves of the body fell to either side, blood columns splashing high, rapidly spreading on the cold ground, staining the surrounding soil red, emitting a strong bloody smell.

Yili, who had been anxiously standing by, her eyes glued to every move of Shi Feiyang and Ding Peng, found her heart finally at peace upon seeing Shi Feiyang’s victory over Ding Peng.

At this moment, she could no longer hold back the excitement and gratitude in her heart, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed forward without hesitation.

”Brother Shi!” Yili called out, her voice choked with emotion, filled with endless affection and gratitude. She tightly wrapped her arms around Shi Feiyang’s neck, her body slightly trembling, conveying all her emotions through this embrace.

Her cheek pressed against Shi Feiyang’s face, tears flowing freely. At this moment, she was profoundly moved by Shi Feiyang’s bravery and fearlessness in the blood battles for the Hengshan Sect and deeply touched by his steadfastness for her.

Recalling the scenes where Shi Feiyang repeatedly risked his life to stand out in danger, fighting to the death against numerous formidable enemies to protect the Hengshan Sect and her, those thrilling moments flashed continuously in her mind.

She knew well the rarity of Shi Feiyang’s courage and deep affection and that at this moment, she was completely conquered by Shi Feiyang, her love for him overwhelming like a tide. Nun Chixia took small steps, slowly approaching Yili and Shi Feiyang.