King of Hundred Victories Saber

The group followed the countless intricate clues, like travelers struggling through a thorny forest, cutting through brambles, and finally arrived at the Panmen City Wall.

At this moment, Panmen City Wall seemed like an ancient fortress completely shrouded in darkness. Each brick appeared to tell tales of the passage of time and mystery, yet exuded a chilling aura, as if countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness were coldly staring at them.

On the wall, thirty-six improved Zhuge Crossbows shimmered with a cold metallic sheen under the dim sky, like thirty-six giant beasts lying dormant, ready to pounce, emitting an intimidating aura. Their crossbow bodies were engraved with strange patterns, faintly visible in the twilight.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced through the silence like a blade.

In an instant, all thirty-six improved Zhuge Crossbows fired a volley of arrows.

The rain of arrows fell like a black, surging tide, coming from all directions with a sharp whistling sound, aiming to completely engulf the group and plunge them into an endless abyss of darkness. Shi Feiyang’s expression was as grave as frost, yet his eyes bore determination and fearlessness, like a torch that never extinguishes in the cold night.

He immediately performed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”Thousand Mountains Evening Snow,” his whole being seemingly merging with the saber’s spirit to become one.

Saber light flickered, like dazzling silver lightning cutting through the thick darkness, forming a tight silver net in the blink of an eye.

Each saber light contained immense power, a perfect combination of Shi Feiyang’s profound Inner Strength and exquisite saber technique.

The saber light clashed with the incoming rain of arrows, creating a symphony of ”clang clang” sounds, resembling an exhilarating metal symphony echoing in the spacious Panmen City Wall space, lingering for a long time.

Shi Feiyang’s figure appeared and vanished amid the saber light and arrow rain, akin to Erlang God descending, emanating an awe-inspiring aura and steadfastly resisting the surging tide of arrows.

”The Grand Squad Leader’s saber technique is truly magical!” Xie Wen exclaimed in amazement, his eyes filled with admiration as he shouted loudly. Having experienced the thrilling investigations, he no longer felt fear but was instead inspired by Shi Feiyang’s heroism.

Shi Xiong nodded excitedly and said, ”Indeed, with the Grand Squad Leader, there’s no danger to fear!”

After the battle, the group carefully examined the arrowheads and discovered that their forging date was three years prior to the Ping Bozhou battle.

This shocking discovery was like a heavy bomb, creating turmoil in the hearts of the group.

The group realized that the forces behind the scenes had been plotted so extensively, akin to a carefully planned chess game over many years, where each move was filled with hidden mysteries, and they were already deeply trapped within it.

This confrontation with the hidden forces had reached a critical moment of utmost urgency. Shi Feiyang and others knew they had to race against time, like running through darkness, to quickly unravel all mysteries and thwart the enemy’s deep and unfathomable conspiracy; otherwise, the entire Jianghu and even the world would fall into a hellish abyss.

As the investigation deepened, unraveling layer upon layer, Shi Feiyang and others stepped into the Bell Tower of Hanshan Temple, shrouded in deep night.

The Bell Tower of Hanshan Temple seemed like a cursed Demon Castle, exuding a spine-chilling aura in the ink-black night.

The ancient bell sounds echoed, each strike seeming to float up from the depths of the Underworld, as if imbued with a soulful lament, resonating through the air, carrying endless sorrow and melancholy.

The bell tones heavily smote the hearts of the group, making them feel as though their hearts were being tightly clenched by an invisible large hand, their heartbeats unconsciously accelerating, their breaths becoming quick and shallow, with the shadow of death quietly approaching.

Lu Fen City resembled a venomous snake lurking deep in the darkness, hiding in a corner of the Bell Tower, flicking out its tongue, coldly observing the entrance, waiting for prey to walk in.

Just as Shi Feiyang, Xie Wen, and Shi Xiong entered the Bell Tower, Lu Fen City’s eyes hidden in the darkness flashed with a fierce glimmer, resembling a night owl’s savage gleam before striking, cold and cruel.

He unleashed the explosion of earth vein marsh gas without hesitation.

In an instant, a deafening explosion erupted, shaking and distorting the world, enveloping it in a shadow of apocalypse. Flames soared skywards like a vicious dragon, forming a gigantic fire tornado in the blink of an eye. This fire tornado seemed like a demon from Hell, spinning, roaring, as if about to engulf the entire world in flames, burning everything to ashes.

The scorching wave surged like raging tides, sweeping crazily with a mountainous momentum, igniting the air instantly wherever it passed, producing a ”sizzling” sound.

The entire Bell Tower shook violently under the tremendous force, bricks and stones crumbling and falling, producing dull and despairing crashing sounds, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, burying the group beneath the ruins.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern, yet his eyes bore resoluteness, that resoluteness like unmoving stars in the cold night, bright and unwavering.

In this moment of utmost urgency, his movements were swift as lightning, instantly deploying the Divine Dragon Claw. He exerted the Bright Jade Technique within his body, with the miraculous enhancement from the Sunflower Saintess’s supreme bloodline, the power of the Bright Jade Technique reached its extreme peak.

His hands radiated a piercing cold light, akin to the deadly claws of a flood dragon probing out, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.