King of Hundred Victories Saber

After days of relentless pursuit without rest, Shi Feiyang finally arrived at the enigmatic Penglai Immortal Island.

Before him, an ancient ruin by the sea gradually emerged.

This ruin, battered by the relentless flow of time, appeared all the more mysterious and desolate under the constant erosion of the sea breeze, day after day, year after year.

Broken walls and ruins spoke of stories from the past, secrets sealed within the long river of time seemed to be hidden in each ancient brick and stone here. Legend has it that two thousand years ago, Xu Fu set sail from this very place seeking an Immortal Pill for Emperor Qin Shi Huang, and many unknown secrets seemed to be shrouded in a thick mist, waiting for a destined person to uncover them.

Shi Feiyang’s heart suddenly stirred, a strong intuition telling him that what might be hidden here could be the key to reversing the current crisis of the Martial Arts world. His eyes flashed with determination and anticipation.

However, the Giant Whale Gang and Wokou sensed the danger, like cunning foxes, already perceiving Shi Feiyang’s intention.

They, like trapped beasts still fighting, had set up layer upon layer of defenses around the ruins.

Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and killing intent, as if possessed by demons.

They launched increasingly frenzied attacks, desperately trying to keep Shi Feiyang outside the ruins, guarding their unspeakable secrets.

Members of the Giant Whale Gang wielded various weapons, blades of different shapes flashing with cold light under the dim sky, silently telling of the blood they had once stained.

They howled like ravenous wolves finally spotting their prey, a chilling roar as if from the depths of Hell surging towards Shi Feiyang, and the ground trembled beneath their running feet.

The Wokou were not to be outdone, they swung their Japanese Sabers, the curved blades gleaming with a sinister glow, each swing carrying a fierce aura. Their ”Wind-Cutting Slash” technique was extremely vicious, with a hint of cruelty and savagery in their movements, sending chills down one’s spine.

Shi Feiyang’s face remained as calm as the abyss, without any sign of fear.

With a rapid motion, he drew out the Celestial Frost Blade, its icy light flashing like a cold moonbeam, instantly slicing through the oppressive darkness.

Simultaneously, he activated the Bright Jade Technique, with True Qi surging vigorously like roaring rivers through his meridians, emitting a deep rumbling.

In an instant, a faint halo enveloped his body, resembling a substantial shield, emanating a gentle yet powerful glow.

The halo undulated rhythmically with his breathing, with mysterious runes subtly flickering within, like ancient and enigmatic spells, manifesting the mighty power of the Bright Jade Technique.

In that moment, Shi Feiyang’s entire aura rose dramatically, like a War God emerging from the mundane world, exuding a presence that commanded awe.

He employed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique that dominated the Jianghu, his form spinning rapidly like a black whirlwind.

The saber lights flashed, forming a dazzling silver curtain that fully enveloped the oncoming enemies.

Every strike carried the immense power of Mountain-Splitting Rock-Breaking; the whistle of the saber wind, producing a sharp hiss in the air, was the result of the violent friction with the air. The enemies screamed in agony, blades slashing through their bodies, blood splattering like blooming blood flowers, painting the ancient land crimson.

Shi Feiyang moved like lightning, weaving through the enemies freely, each movement precise as if he were a ghost.

His eyes were sharp like an eagle’s, locking onto the enemy’s weaknesses.

Wherever his saber aura passed, enemies fell, limbs flying, the scene exceedingly bloody.

Dismembered limbs lay scattered, blood pooling into small streams, flowing continuously.

Before long, with his immense strength and fearless courage, Shi Feiyang broke through numerous obstacles and successfully entered the ruins.

Inside the ruins, it was dark and damp, filled with a scent of decay intertwined with mystery, causing an urge to retch.

On the walls, faint phosphorescence flickered, like ghostly fires dimly lighting up the space, swaying eerily, adding to the sense of the unusual.

Shi Feiyang cautiously advanced, stepping with extreme care, fully aware that he could trigger hidden dangerous mechanisms with any step.

His eyes swept alertly around, missing no corner, gripping the Celestial Frost Blade tightly, ready at any moment for potential crises. As Shi Feiyang cautiously proceeded through the ruins, the oppressing silence was unnerving, the only sound being his steady footsteps echoing in the dark space.

Suddenly, a group of Wokou emerged like phantoms from the shadows.

The Wokou were agile and nimble, like leopards in the jungle, their eyes reflecting familiarity and cunning with the ruins, akin to wolves lurking in the darkness, knowing every hidden secret of the place.

They grasped long blades, which emitted a cold glint under the faint light, silently heralding imminent slaughter.

They made strange cries, the sounds sharp and shrill, echoing hauntingly in the vast and deep ruins, intensifying the eerie terror that made one’s hair stand on end.

With eyes like lightning, Shi Feiyang swiftly locked onto these unwelcome guests, without hesitation, launching the move ”Qi Inquiring into Jialan” from the Tathagata Divine Palm.

In an instant, his palm shone with Buddha light, the golden glow akin to the dawning light, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness, the palm seemed to hold infinite, world-destroying power.