King of Hundred Victories Saber

Immediately, heavy snow fell, the snowflakes as dense and weighty as goose feathers, fluttering down continuously. In the blink of an eye, the world outside the Celestial Prison was dyed a silvery white, like a frozen hell.

The Jinyi Guards, who were once arrogant with the pride of victors, looked smugly at the imprisoned warriors, eagerly anticipating the dire fate of being drowned. Their faces bore mocking smiles, ridiculing the warriors for not knowing their limits.

But this sudden turn of events plunged them into extreme fear.

Snowflakes landed on them, like pieces of scorching irons, instantly freezing into ice. Their hair and eyebrows were covered in frost, as if they had been hit by magic, turning them into old men with white hair in an instant.

Some Jinyi Guards tried to cry out in shock, only to find their mouths frozen stiff, unable to open, leaving them to utter unclear, intermittent sounds. These sounds were so weak and desperate in the frozen world.

Their bodies shivered uncontrollably, their feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Under this extreme chill, even the weapons in their hands were frozen, losing their original sharpness and luster, becoming fragile and brittle, breaking at a mere touch.

Shi Feiyang still exuded the fierce and mysterious aura of ”Limitless Asura,” but he was not satisfied, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself: To completely turn the tides and save everyone, he needed to unleash an even more powerful move.

Thus, in this frozen hell, he resolutely performed the ”Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique.”

He suddenly clawed at the air as if he was trying to pull down the entire sky.

In his palms, a dazzling golden light began to shimmer, akin to the rising sun at dawn, radiant and brilliant, like the shimmering scales of a divine dragon, emitting a mysterious and powerful force, seemingly able to penetrate the endless darkness and cold.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, as if it could see through everything, locking tightly onto the iron bars as thick as a bowl on the cage.

As his hands began to clutch, a sudden cracking noise filled the air, like countless taut strings being snapped by a powerful force, or the crisp sound of a millennium-old ice layer shattering, sharp and ear-piercing, seemingly about to tear the dead silence of the Celestial Prison apart.

The iron bars, under his incomparably powerful Inner Strength, twisted and deformed like noodles being manipulated by an invisible giant hand. The rust on the surface, accumulated over years, peeled off under the impact of this mighty force, like withered leaves falling in the cold air.

Exercising force while submerged wasn’t easy, Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging with exertion like two hard stones.

The veins on his forehead bulged like meandering little snakes, each seemingly infusing him with endless power.

Every grasp contained incredible force.

His arm muscles tightened, veins prominent, resembling a dormant flood dragon. Sweat rolled continuously from his forehead, instantly freezing into ice beads in the extreme cold, shimmering with an eerie glow in the radiant golden light.

Finally, with a thunderous crack, like a great bell tolling, the sound rang painfully in everyone’s ears, the entire Celestial Prison trembling with the blow. One iron bar was forcibly broken by him, the fracture jagged like a beast’s fierce fangs, glinting with icy cold light.

Then, the second, third... iron bars successively broke under his Divine Power, creating a gap large enough for a person to pass through in the cage.

The broken iron bars fell into the water, splashing droplets, but in this frozen world, the droplets instantly froze into ice, like blossoms blooming in hell.

The warriors struggled to rise, witnessing this scene, the once dim eyes instantly sparked with hope, like torches blazing in the darkness, illuminating their path and granting them hope for life.

Shi Feiyang shouted loudly, ”Brothers, rush out quickly!”

His voice was firm and powerful, penetrating the dead silence of the frozen world, reaching everyone’s ears.

As they heard his call, everyone surged toward the gap. They supported each other, moving arduously in the bone-chilling water.

Some brothers staggered due to cold and exhaustion, nearly falling, but were timely supported by companions beside them. Their eyes were filled with determination and trust, in this critical moment of life and death, their combined strength became a powerful force driving them forward.

At this time, thousands of Jinyi Guards outside the Celestial Prison, under the extreme cold and Shi Feiyang’s terrifyingly powerful martial arts, fell one after another.

Some were frozen into ice sculptures, maintaining expressions of terror from when they were alive, standing in the snow, speaking of the sudden disaster’s fear and despair; others, trying to flee, were struck down by suddenly broken ice pillars, groaning in pain, the sound weak and desperate amidst the frozen landscape.

The snow-covered ground was littered with corpses of the Jinyi Guards and broken weapons, the scene like a grim picture of hell, unbearable to view. Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lv Yuan, the three great masters of the Capital, seeing the unfavorable situation, were filled with immense fear.