King of Hundred Victories Saber

Lu Hongye tightly gripped the Lu Chen Spear in both hands, twirling the spear with movements that showcased the Lu Family’s ”Breaking Army Spear Technique”.

The Lu Chen Spear in her hands was like a nimble flood dragon, with spear shadows flickering, carrying an overwhelming aura.

Her spear technique was fierce, and with each thrust, the sound of the wind howling could be heard. Her eyes showed a stubborn and resilient spirit, standing as an insurmountable barrier among the enemy, protecting those she cherished.

Though Shi Xiong was still young, at this moment, he displayed extraordinary courage.

He employed the ”Feixu Qingyan Technique” taught by the ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen, his form as light as a drifting feather, weaving in and out among the enemies. In his hand, he held an iron saber, which gleamed with a cold light.

Every now and then, he would fly up to the beams, darting between them like a black lightning bolt, attacking the Jinyi Guard unexpectedly.

Lan Xiaodie’s posture was graceful, like a bewitching flower blooming in the dark night, standing at the edge of the bloody battlefield, quietly observing the heart-stopping bloodbath.

Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions, like a deep lake, calm on the surface but with undercurrents beneath.

Deep down, she wished for Shi Feiyang to be killed immediately. Shi Feiyang had killed her father while suppressing the rebellion in Bozhou.

Moreover, the existence of Shi Feiyang was like a thorn in the eye, a spike in the flesh, hindering some of the Five Poison Sect’s plans in the Jianghu.

Lan Xiaodie’s lips slightly curved into an almost imperceptible cold smile, watching Shi Feiyang struggle amidst the assault of the demonic army, feeling a subtle sense of pleasure.

She thought to herself, if Shi Feiyang were to die today, an obstacle for the Five Poison Sect in the Jianghu would be removed, and she could gain higher prestige within the sect. Her hands clenched unconsciously, nails digging deep into her palms, silently cheering for those attacking Shi Feiyang.

However, after a while, she also began to worry about Shi Feiyang being killed.

Despite outwardly dismissing Shi Feiyang’s bravery and heroism, deep inside, Lan Xiaodie had to admit he was a rare hero. Her gaze involuntarily followed Shi Feiyang’s figure, watching as he employed the Bright Jade Technique, his body emanating a warm jade-colored glow, wielding the Celestial Frost Blade, executing the fierce Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his left hand’s Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique wielding astounding power, causing the demonic army to fall wherever it reached.

Within Lan Xiaodie’s heart, a peculiar ripple arose.

She knew full well that if such a heroic figure were to fall, the Jianghu might lose a unique brilliance.

Moreover, unbidden images of Shi Feiyang’s steadfast gaze and bold smile surfaced in her mind, making her heart even more conflicted.

She bit her lip, her eyes betraying a hint of hesitation, wishing for Shi Feiyang’s defeat yet fearing for his death.

Within Lan Xiaodie’s heart, a smoke-free war was also raging, with contradictions and conflicts continuously intertwining.

Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lv Yuan, these three renowned top masters from the Martial Arts world in the Capital, seeing Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, Xie Zhichuan, and others either dead on the spot or severely injured, struggling to breathe, felt their anger surge like an ignited powder keg, exploding instantly.

Kang Fusheng’s face was filled with rage, veins on his forehead bulging like winding little snakes.

He let out a fierce shout and unleashed the fearsome ”Fossil Divine Technique”.

His body exuded a powerful aura, with his skin gradually glowing a bluish-gray color, transforming instantly into an extremely hard stone statue, charging toward Shi Feiyang with unstoppable momentum, causing the air to vibrate wherever he passed, emitting a humming sound.

Xiang Yushan’s face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

His hands moved swiftly, with streams of azure energy swirling in his palms, manifesting his supreme ”Wind Pillar Technique”.

The azure streams were like lively little dragons intertwining, gradually forming a robust wind column, which hurled toward Shi Feiyang with immense force. Wherever the wind column reached, dust and debris on the ground rose in a whirlwind, tables and chairs flipped over by its formidable power, crashing around.

Lv Yuan snorted coldly, his hands slightly lifted, and a thin layer of white mist emanated from his palms, which was his ”Cold Ice Palm”. Although the white mist appeared delicate, it concealed deadly threat, freezing the air wherever it touched, drastically lowering the temperature.

Lv Yuan’s form flickered like a phantom, advancing towards Shi Feiyang stealthily, leaving a trail of light frost footprints with every step. In this critical moment, a decisive look flashed across Lan Xiaodie’s face, as beautiful as springtime peach blossoms.

Her brows lightly raised, she suddenly raised her sleeve and flicked it forcefully.

In an instant, a cloud of dark green poisonous smoke erupted in front of Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, and Lv Yuan.

This poisonous smoke was like a sinister flower in bloom, rapidly spreading, with a pungent smell that was nauseating.

Within the smoke, eerie glows flickered, hiding countless deadly hidden weapons.

Upon seeing this, Kang Fusheng, Xiang Yushan, Lv Yuan, and the others were greatly shocked.

They immediately halted their movements, each employing their cultivation techniques, attempting to disperse the poisonous smoke.

Kang Fusheng waved his hands rapidly, performing the defensive maneuver of the ”Fossil Divine Technique”, with the bluish-gray glow tightly enveloping his body, instantly dissipating the poisonous smoke upon contact with the glow.