King of Hundred Victories Saber

His figure moved like lightning, and his speed was so fast it was difficult to catch. The Celestial Frost Blade swiftly danced in his hand, executing the deadliest move of the ”Hundred Victories Saber Technique” called ”Heaven and Earth Same Age.” The blade moved like a golden dragon, weaving nimbly through the shadows of swords, with each swing raising a strong gust of saber wind, as if this wind could blow away all darkness in the world, driving away every black airflow one by one.

In an instant, the battlefield flickered with the light of swords and sabers, black intertwined with silver, as two forces collided and countered each other. The dust on the ground rose with the powerful airflow, forming a battlefield shrouded in smoke.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, his voice thunderous, and raised the Celestial Frost Blade high. The light of the blade instantly intensified, like a golden dragon soaring, carrying endless dignity and power. He slashed fiercely, so fast that no one could react, like a silver lightning streaking across the sky and earth.

This slash contained Shi Feiyang’s profound Inner Strength and exquisite blade technique, carrying a momentum like the overturning of mountains and seas, as if it could split the world apart, directly aiming at Zhao Shangzhi.

Zhao Shangzhi was greatly horrified, trying to evade, but found his body tightly bound by an invisible and powerful force, unable to move an inch. He could only watch helplessly as the Celestial Frost Blade came down on him, his heart filled with fear and despair.

With a ”crack,” like the roar of a demon, the Celestial Frost Blade precisely struck Zhao Shangzhi, cleaving from his left shoulder all the way to his right waist.

Zhao Shangzhi’s eyes widened, full of fear and reluctance, as if his gaze was telling of his unwillingness and regret.

His body was instantly split in half, blood spurted like a fountain, casting a rain of blood in the air, which gleamed eerily in the dim light. His two halves thudded heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, mixing with the blood.

The Vice Gang Leader of the Jingmen Gang, ”Iron Palm” Sun Mo, stood like a towering, rock-solid mountain, his figure robust and burly beyond ordinary imagination. His broad shoulders seemed capable of bearing the sky, and his stout limbs were like stone pillars standing tall.

His feet were firmly rooted on the ground, like the tangled roots of an ancient tree, deeply embedded in the earth, as if they had grown roots, not stirred by howling winds or earth-shaking tremors.

At this moment, he exuded a dense aura of killing intent, like a Demon God crawling out from Hell, wrapped in an evil force. Every inch of his skin emitted an intimidating aura, causing the surrounding air to solidify.

His pair of Iron Palms, the palm centers dark and shiny, as if repeatedly burned by the black flames of the Nine Nether Hell, tempered by a thousand hammers, condensed into a bone-chilling aura.

As he executed the ”Iron Sand Earth-Splitting Palm,” each strike released a palm wind powerful like a level ten tornado, carrying a rotten stench, as if mixed with the cries of countless vengeful spirits.

Wherever this palm wind passed, the ground instantly swirled with dust, as if fiercely plowed by a giant plow, deep and bottomless ravines quickly appearing on the surface, stones splattering like bullets, nearby trees were snapped in half by this palm wind, broken branches and leaves swirling in the sky, the entire land quaking and moaning under the ravage of this formidable force.

”Long Arm Fist” Liao Pei witnessed Sun Mo’s might, but his eyes showed no trace of fear. Instead, a burning fighting spirit arose, his gaze fierce and resolute like a hungry wolf eyeing prey, intent on devouring Sun Mo alive.

He raised his voice in a roar, sounding like a furious tiger, carrying a momentum of fearless courage, stomping the ground fiercely with his feet, leaving two deep footprints before charging towards Sun Mo.

Liao Pei unleashed the ”Long Arm Linked Fist,” his arms moving like agile dragons in the air, creating lingering shadows, fists like a dense downpour, smashing towards Sun Mo.

The whistling fist wind wrapped with his passionate blood and battle intent, like surging waves one after another, never ceasing.

With each punch, the air echoed with a ”woosh” sound, the sound of fist wind tearing through the air, piercing and sharp, showing its immense power, the surrounding air stirred into a chaotic mess.

Sun Mo snorted coldly, a sound like poison squeezed from deep within his throat, full of contempt and arrogance.

Facing Liao Pei’s attack, he did not dodge or evade, once again striking with the Iron Palm to counter.

The clash of fists and palms exploded instantly, a powerful shockwave spread from the center of the two fighters to the surroundings, the air around erupted, releasing a dull and deafening roar, akin to two towering mountains colliding in the realm of Heaven and Earth, the ground violently trembled, cracks radiating from their center spreading outward, surrounding buildings collapsing in the impact, unleashing a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun.

Liao Pei felt a jolt through his arm, as if he’d struck an unbreakable diamond, with even his bones seemingly about to shatter from the shock.

But he gritted his teeth, his gums bitten until they bled, relying on his indomitable will and exquisite fist technique to continue his fierce assault.

The two men engaged in a relentless exchange, neither giving way, the combat growing ever more intense.

Liao Pei, leveraging the agility and versatility of the Long Arm Fist, moved like a phantom, continuously searching for Sun Mo’s flaws, sometimes attacking from the left, then suddenly ambushing from the right, occasionally leaping high, sometimes sweeping with his legs low; Sun Mo, by contrast, capitalized on the overwhelming power of the Iron Palm, standing firmly like an unshakable fortress, each strike carrying a cataclysmic momentum, trying to obliterate Liao Pei in one blow.

The ground was already scarred with traces of their battle, riddled with pits and hollows, a scene of devastation.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Sun Mo seized an opportunity, suddenly unleashing the killer move ”Iron Sand Earth-Splitting Palm,” both palms swirling with billowing black air, seemingly mixed with countless evil spirits, like a pair of massive black hammers, wielding an immense force, striking at Liao Pei’s chest with the intent to pierce through it, shattering his internal organs completely.

Liao Pei’s face changed drastically, his previously rosy complexion turned instantly pale, knowing it was too late to evade.

At the critical moment, he steeled his heart, deploying the ultimate skill of Long Arm Fist, crossing both arms, channeling all his Inner Strength, gathering the entirety of his energy into his arms, bracing to withstand Sun Mo’s fatal strike.

”Boom!” A thunderous sound erupted like a bomb exploding beside the ear, both bodies simultaneously trembled.

Liao Pei felt a sharp pain in his chest, hit heavily by a hammer, his ribs seemingly fractured too, tasting blood at his throat, yet he forcibly swallowed it back with sheer will, steadfastly glaring at Sun Mo, a fire of defiance burning in his eyes.

Sun Mo was also rattled by Liao Pei’s resilient resistance, staggering back two steps, his soles carving deep marks into the ground, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes, seemingly not expecting Liao Pei to possess such tenacious will and formidable power.

Liao Pei, taking advantage of Sun Mo’s moment of retreat, drew a deep breath, this inhale seemed like his ultimate source of strength, unleashing the final move of ”Long Arm Linked Fist,” ”Long Arm Breaking Mountain.”

His fists danced rapidly, a whirlwind of fist shadows, carrying an overwhelming force as if ready to flatten everything before them, crashing towards Sun Mo’s head.

Sun Mo’s face turned pale with shock, his previously composed expression now showing fear, wanting to raise his palms to defend, but Liao Pei’s attacks came too fast and furious for any effective defense.

”Boom! Boom! Boom!” Liao Pei’s fists repeatedly struck Sun Mo’s head, producing muffled sounds, each as if tolling fate’s death bell.

Sun Mo’s head bobbed left and right, his expression gradually contorting. His body wobbled a few times, ”Boom,” like a toppled giant mountain, he fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that shrouded the sky.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his face filled with incredulity, unable to accept that he would be defeated by Liao Pei.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body convulsed a few times, before slowly closing his eyes, dying a miserable death, ending his sinful life.

Meanwhile, Liao Pei, due to this battle, nearly exhausted all his energy, collapsing to the side, gasping heavily, his body covered in scars, blood staining his garments red. Shi Feiyang came to him, administering various elixirs, channeling energy to heal Liao Pei.