King of Hundred Victories Saber

Gao Liang was struck by Shi Feiyang’s overwhelming blow, flying through the air like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc in the sky before crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin and staining the ground in front of him crimson.

His eyes gradually dimmed, the light of life flickering like a candle in the wind until it completely extinguished, and he died.

His corpse lay quietly there, with blood spreading beneath him, forming a horrifying pool of blood.

Gao Huang and Gao Die exchanged a glance amidst the brief pause as Shi Feiyang battled Gao Liang.

The cunning glint in their eyes was like the slyness of foxes in the dark night.

They understood each other, complementing perfectly, attacking Shi Feiyang from both sides like wolves pouncing on prey.

In Gao Huang’s hands, a pair of meteor hammers danced with such ferocity that their shadows overlapped, dizzying to the eyes, creating an ocean of hammer shadows.

The hammers whipped through the air fiercely, emitting sharp and piercing whistles, like two ferocious dragons with fangs and claws, rushing towards Shi Feiyang from left and right with a world-ending force.

Their fierce appearance seemed intent on instantly tearing Shi Feiyang’s body to pieces.

Gao Die, wielding a short axe, moved with supernatural agility, stepping lightly and silently circling to Shi Feiyang’s back.

He raised the short axe high, its blade glinting with a cold light under the dim sky, like a flash of lightning in a cold night.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, poised to cleave Shi Feiyang from the back into two.

Yet Shi Feiyang was as if he had eyes on his back.

In the blink of an eye as Gao Huang and Gao Die launched their attack, Shi Feiyang’s form suddenly twisted in the air like a black phantom, evading with agility and dexterity beyond ordinary imagination, cleverly avoiding the deadly encirclement.

His movements were smooth and natural, like a flowing stream, perfectly executed, having already seen through every move of the enemy, everything was under his control. In the instant of dodging the attack, Shi Feiyang unleashed the unparalleled move, ”Heaven and Earth Share Longevity,” renowned throughout Jianghu.

With a flick of the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, a blade aura, sharp to the extreme, slashed forth like a lightning bolt from the heavens above, carrying an unstoppable force towards Gao Huang.

Everywhere the blade aura passed, the air was sliced by an invisible peerless blade, emitting a hissing sound, and the air moaned in agony under the power of the blade aura. On the ground, there was even a shallow scratch left behind, as the earth was wounded by the blade aura.

Gao Huang was astounded as the blade aura struck like lightning, too late to evade.

The blade aura struck him with a speed like lightning, and with a tearing sound, a long slit appeared on his chest as his tunic was instantly torn open, the edges of the fabric flapping helplessly in the wind like a flag ripped by a fierce gale.

Immediately afterward, a deep gash appeared across his chest, blood gushing like a flood, spewing out in torrents, forming pillars of blood in the air. Gao Huang let out a tragic scream that was shrill and despairing, echoing across the blood-soaked Qingfeng Mountain, the last lament of his life.

The meteor hammers in his hands fell uncontrollably to the ground with a heavy thud.

His body convulsed violently for a while, his eyes lost their luster, and the flame of life slowly extinguishing amidst the pain, he died a tragic death, his corpse slowly toppling over, leaving a pool of crimson blood on the ground, merging with the surrounding bloodshed.

Seeing the dire situation, an overwhelming fear gripped Gao Die’s heart like an invisible hand clenching his heart tightly.

Without hesitation, he turned, attempting to retreat and escape from the terrifying, hellish Qingfeng Mountain.

However, how could Shi Feiyang let him go easily?

With a flicker, Shi Feiyang’s figure moved as fast as a ghost, walking with the wind, appearing before Gao Die in an instant.

He raised the Celestial Frost Blade high, the blade drenched with the blood of foes, at this moment, under the dim sky, emitting a chilling light, containing the resentment of countless vengeful spirits, laden with endless killing intent.

This strike, carrying Shi Feiyang’s full fury and determination, cleaved down ruthlessly towards Gao Die’s head.

Gao Die’s eyes widened in terror, filled with despair and fear, seeing the grim visage of the Death God.

He wanted to raise his short axe to block, only to find, to his horror, that his body was paralyzed under Shi Feiyang’s overwhelming presence, immobilized as if under a Body Stasis Spell.

A guttural sound emerged from his throat, the sound of him struggling in extreme fear and despair, yet he couldn’t utter half a word.

With a soft ”puff,” the Celestial Frost Blade sliced through Gao Die’s body from head to toe as easily as cutting through tofu.

Blood splattered, organs spilling onto the ground in a scene so gruesome it was unbearable to directly behold.

The surrounding air was solidified by the pungent smell of blood, a pervasive stench of death so intense it was nauseating.

Shi Feiyang stood holding the Celestial Frost Blade amidst the numerous dead bodies.

His body was covered in the blood of his enemies, his clothes soaked with it, clinging tightly to him, a layer of bloodied garments.

His gaze was cold and stern, like the coldest and brightest star in a frigid night, exuding an aura of dread, akin to a Demon God returning from the depths of Hell, carrying an air of infinite majesty and slaughter.