King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lie Quan’s eyes were like torches, as unyielding as a lighthouse that never extinguishes in the cold night.

He roared continuously, his voice like thunder crashing, carrying endless rage that reverberated in the narrow waterway.

Every roar was filled with a gnashing hatred for the piranhas, the pent-up fury in his heart erupting like a volcano, releasing unrestrainedly toward these monsters.

He gripped the dual blades tightly in his hands, the blades glinting with cold light in the dim waterway, mirroring his cold and resolute heart.

Each swing of his blade carried the force of mountain-splitting rock-breaking, the sound of wind slicing through the air echoed, and blade energy swept across, cutting down piranhas attempting to approach.

”Mandarin Duck Saber” Xiao Lingling moved with incredible agility, like a graceful swallow darting through a storm, her figure elegant yet full of power.

The dual blades in her hands danced like butterflies fluttering, hiding lethal intentions.

The blades and her arms melded into one, cooperating seamlessly, one attack and one defense, impenetrable.

The flashing blades dazzled the eyes, as if one was immersed in a silvery world of light and shadows.

Under her blades, piranhas were severed into two, their bright red blood spreading in the water, dyeing the surrounding water a deeper crimson.

Yet her stance remained light and airy, like a water spirit.

Every move she made was breathtakingly beautiful, yet the instant the blade cut through was spine-chilling.

”Scholar with the Iron Flute” Xiang Kun held an iron flute, his expression as grave as the sky before a storm.

His lips pressed tightly together as he played a bizarre and piercing tune.

The flute sounds, though invisible, were as sharp as blades, darting through the water and striking directly at the piranhas’ vitals.

The flute sounds echoed continuously in the waterway, carrying a mysterious and unnerving power.

The piranhas’ originally agile movements became sluggish and flustered under the interference of the flute sounds.

They frantically struggled in the water, trapped in an invisible yet unescapable snare.

Xiang Kun’s brows furrowed, his forehead covered in dense sweat, big beads of sweat sliding down his pale cheeks, dripping into the water.

Yet he dared not pause for a moment, playing the iron flute with full force, his eyes showing focus and determination, engaged in a life-and-death battle with the piranhas.

”Divine Archer” Miao Menlong drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the bow in his hand pulled into a full moon-like roundness.

His archery skills were exceptional, each arrow shot carried whistling winds, slicing through the air, and racing toward the piranhas.

The arrowheads glinted coldly, accurately hitting the piranhas’ heads.

The piranhas writhed in agony in the water after being hit, their bodies twisting into bizarre shapes, splashing water wildly.

A moment later, they sank to the bottom, leaving only expanding ripples on the water’s surface.

Miao Menlong’s eyes were focused, tightly locking onto the piranhas in the water like a leopard on its prey, his bow always taut, continuously releasing deadly arrows, each shot carrying calmness and decisiveness, giving the piranhas no chance to catch their breath.

”Plum Blossom Dart” Shan Zhi’s hands waved repeatedly, plum blossom darts shot out densely like raindrops, glinting with cold light in the air like meteors falling in the night sky.

His technique was exceptionally skillful, each dart carried spinning force, as if imbued with life, carrying unrelenting momentum.

The darts pierced into the piranhas’ bodies, the piranhas emitting painful ”glug glug” sounds, the sound especially piercing in this bloody waterway.

Blood mist arose on the water’s surface, the scent of blood growing more intense, filling the entire waterway, making it nearly suffocating.

Shan Zhi’s expression was solemn, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s, constantly changing angles, aiming his plum blossom darts at piranhas in different directions, not sparing any attempting to escape.

”Jiao Long in the Water” Jin Liufu moved through the water effortlessly as if a real jiao dragon had descended.

He wielded the Water Dividing Needle, displaying the Jiao Long Swimming Technique, his form incredibly agile, swiftly darting through the water, causing the water flow to surge.

The Water Dividing Needle in his hand gleamed coldly, each thrust carrying immense power, precisely stabbing the piranhas.

Sensing his threat, the piranhas tried to dodge, but in the narrow waterway, how could they easily escape?

Jin Liufu’s body was like a black lightning in the water, leaving blood splattering wherever he went.

He seemed to become the overlord of the water, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

”Barrel” Lu Dechu’s figure was burly, resembling a towering hill.

He exhibited the Rolling Stone Technique, his body like an indestructible barrel, rolling in the water with an astounding momentum.

The surrounding water streams were driven by him to form vortexes, drawing the piranhas into the whirlpools, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

The piranhas crashed against him, but like eggs hitting stones, they could not harm him in the slightest and were instead rebounded by his powerful force, crashing against the waterway walls with a muffled sound.

Lu Dechu laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the waterway full of bold spirit.

He grabbed incoming piranhas with both hands, squeezing hard, the piranhas instantly perishing in his grasp, the sound of breaking bones distinctly audible.

”Pole” Jiang Huotian’s figure was slender, he wielded a forked iron pole, each swing carried an overwhelming force that inspired terror.