King of Hundred Victories Saber

The Jinyi Guard hadn’t even let out a scream before he was already dead, his life ending abruptly in that instant.

Shi Xiong swiftly drew his iron saber, his movements clean and efficient, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving only the Jinyi Guard’s body slowly collapsing, blending into the bloody tavern of the Famous Duck Shop.

As the bloody battle continued, although Wu Feng’s attacks were fierce, Lu Hongye’s ”Breaking Army Spear Technique” was even more exquisite.

Lu Hongye seized the moment when Wu Feng was catching his breath, the spear tip like a viper’s tongue, shot straight towards Wu Feng’s throat.

Wu Feng couldn’t dodge in time, and the iron spear pierced through his throat in an instant. He stared wide-eyed, his hands instinctively reaching for the spear but to no avail.

Blood gushed wildly from his throat, his body convulsed a few times, then fell heavily to the ground, staining a patch of earth red.

Wu Guo, focused on killing Yang Xue’Er, became too impatient and exposed a flaw.

Yang Xue’Er executed ”Qingfeng Piercing Mist,” a move from the Qingfeng Swordsmanship, her long sword striking like a flash of cold light, instantly piercing Wu Guo’s chest.

Wu Guo grunted, his body swaying a few times, and the iron rod in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked down at the blood gushing continuously from his chest, his face showing an expression of disbelief.

Yang Xue’Er took advantage, kicking him to the ground. Wu Guo toppled backward, knocking over several tables and chairs, and died.

Wu Ka, entangled with Shi Xiong, gradually found himself in a predicament.

Shi Xiong’s movements were elusive, and Wu Ka’s iron rod always missed its mark.

Shi Xiong seized the opportunity, employing the Feixu Qingyan Technique, his form like a wisp of smoke, drifted behind Wu Ka, and ferociously stabbed his iron saber into Wu Ka’s back.

Wu Ka screamed, his body lurching forward. Shi Xiong withdrew the iron saber, Wu Ka struggled to rise but was kicked in the back by Shi Xiong, once again falling to the ground.

His body twitched on the ground a few times, then went still. Blood spread beneath him, merging with the surrounding carnage.

Ding Hong’s eyes resembled a starving wolf in a cold night, fierce and sharp, the iron rod in his hand gripped tightly, akin to a poised serpent, hissing, thrusting straight for Shi Feiyang’s vital throat.

His ruthless attack made Lan Xiaodie involuntarily break into a cold sweat for Shi Feiyang.

Meanwhile, the Beggar Gang Leader Zhong Renwang, appeared akin to a majestic War God descending from the sky, his aura grand and overwhelming, like the surging waters of a river, relentless, exuding an aura of dread.

His palms moved rapidly in front of him, a golden light faintly flickering in the center of his palms, like golden flames burning. It was the renowned, immensely powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms being unleashed.

Suddenly, his right hand exerted force, and from his palm, a lifelike golden dragon roared out.

This giant dragon’s whiskers danced in the wind, its eyes wide open, as if ready to devour everything in the world, carrying a cataclysmic power, diving straight towards Shi Feiyang.

The gale from his palm roared past, its formidable power like a gale-force wind. Wherever it passed, the tables and chairs inside the shop were instantly smashed to pieces by this unmatched force, the splinters flying in all directions, some even embedding deeply into the walls, evidencing the terrifying palm force.

Zhong Renwang’s face was as stern as frost, his eyes betraying resolute fierceness, declaring to Shi Feiyang: Today is your death day, you have no chance of survival!

Facing this fierce onslaught, Shi Feiyang was fearless, immediately invoking the Bright Jade Technique.

In an instant, a layer of warm jade-like light emerged around him, gentle yet emanating a powerful and mysterious aura, enveloping him in a sacred halo, making him resemble a deity descending to the world.

He gripped the Celestial Frost Blade tightly in his right hand, the blade exuding a chilling cold that pierced the bones. In this hot and blood-scented Famous Duck Shop, it inexplicably gave off a sense of coldness, as if one had stepped into an icy cavern.

With his left hand, he performed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, a faint golden light glimmering on his palm, like the claws of a godly dragon, bearing world-destroying power, causing the air to tremble wherever it went.

Simultaneously, he executed the Dragon Walk Seven Steps, his steps eerie yet agile, each step causing the ground to seemingly tremble, a powerful aura spreading out, causing Ding Hong and Zhong Renwang around him to unconsciously retreat, pushed by an invisible force.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his swordsmanship extremely fierce. With each slash, it was as if it carried the force of a thousand pounds, the blade light flickering.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a great bell, executing a move called ”Golden Dragon Coils Its Claw” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The Celestial Frost Blade gleamed with a chilling cold light in the dim illumination, a magnificent blade light flashing past, seemingly slicing the sky in half, its mighty power truly breathtaking.

A Jinyi Guard charging from the side had no time to respond, being cleaved in two by this single stroke, blood gushing like a fountain, viscera strewn all over, the scene gruesome to the extreme, making one nauseous.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang’s left hand performed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, executing a move called ”Dragon Roar Nine Heavens,” his palm like a black lightning bolt, quickly reaching out, instantly grabbing a Jinyi Guard’s head.

He exerted force with his fingers, and with a crisp ”crack,” the Jinyi Guard’s head was crushed like an overripe watermelon, brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.