King of Hundred Victories Saber

Amidst the radiance, mysterious runes faintly appeared and disappeared, exuding a sacred and majestic aura. Shi Feiyang suddenly struck his palm towards those invaders, the wind from his palm whistling up, carrying a powerful impact like a storm sweeping in.

The invaders had no time to react before being struck by dazzling Buddha’s light.

The Buddha’s light flickered and danced on their bodies, like golden flames, scorching their flesh.

The invaders let out mournful wails, their bodies convulsing violently, but within a moment, they were lifeless, falling stiffly to the ground, blood slowly seeping from their wounds and spreading across the ancient ground.

Shi Feiyang did not relax his vigilance due to this brief victory; he continued to delve deeper into the ruins.

However, misfortune descended silently like a venomous snake lurking in the dark.

He carelessly triggered a trap hidden beneath the ground.

In an instant, the ground started to shake violently, a loud ”boom” sounding like heaven and earth collapsing, and sharp spikes burst forth from the ground, growing at the speed of bamboo after a rain.

These spikes flashed with a cold gleam, densely packed, like a forest of steel.

Shi Feiyang responded extremely swiftly, employing the exquisite ”After finishing, wipe the clothes and leave” lightweight technique. This lightweight body technique was unique and exceptionally agile. He soared into the air like a nimble bird, making several turns, his posture light and elegant. He skillfully dodged the attacks of the spikes, each turn precise to the utmost, his clothing edges barely grazing the spikes, causing a slight whistling sound.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheek, but his desire to search for the truth burned even more fervently. His steps did not pause in the slightest, continuing onward into the deeper parts of the ruins.

At the deepest part of the ruins, Shi Feiyang finally discovered the object of his dreams—the manual recording the ”Holy Heart Technique.”

The manual was placed on an ancient stone platform, surrounded by some yellowed ancient diaries.

Shi Feiyang stepped forward and picked up a diary, which detailed the process of Xu Fu drinking phoenix blood, cultivating to become immortal, and creating the ”Holy Heart Technique.”

This ”Holy Heart Technique” was an unparalleled divine skill of the world’s martial arts, created by Emperor Shitian ”Xu Fu” who spent a thousand years integrating the cultivation techniques of various sects from the Central Plains Martial Arts and infused with the phoenix blood he drank.

It was said that those who practiced this technique could acquire extraordinary power, even reversing life and death, its astounding might enough to shock the entire martial arts world.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes sparkled with heated excitement and deep anticipation. He knew well that the ”Holy Heart Technique” contained earth-shattering secrets and magical effects. The most miraculous aspect of this technique was that it could grant its possessor eternal life, eternal youth, akin to an everlasting presence in the river of time; it even had the power to resurrect the dead, reversing the cycle of life and death.

Moreover, it contained several extremely strange attacking techniques and heart methods, each capable of stirring up mighty waves in the martial arts world.

Previously, when Shi Feiyang stepped into the Divine Dragon Pagoda, he longed for the ”Holy Heart Technique,” aspiring to cultivate it. However, his martial skills were still shallow, and his inner power foundation inadequate, like a rootless duckweed, making it difficult to master such a peerless divine skill, forcing him to stop and only yearn from afar.

But now, having survived countless battles and undergone numerous life and death challenges, his power had increased a hundredfold compared to before.

At this moment, he was like a treasure sword forged and tempered countless times, his edge fully revealed, confident that he now possessed the ability to cultivate the ”Holy Heart Technique.”

The instant Shi Feiyang reached out and took the ”Holy Heart Technique” manual, a strong and mysterious power surged into his body like an unstoppable torrent.

He felt a sudden shock throughout his body, as if numerous boiling hot streams were rampaging wildly through his meridians.

Under the impact of this power, all the martial arts conundrums and doubts that previously haunted his mind were instantly resolved, like mist dissipating under the sun’s rays, leaving no trace.

Shi Feiyang was overjoyed beyond measure, holding the ”Holy Heart Technique” tightly in his hands, eager to start cultivating the divine skills within.

He first practiced the ”Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand,” which dissolved the opponent’s inner power, moving his hands swiftly in a dance, his movements fluid like flowing clouds and water yet hiding profound mystery.

Within the palms, lightning flickered and danced, like lively lightning snakes, with faint low rumbling sounds echoing, akin to the rolling thunder in the distant sky, carrying a power that struck awe into hearts.

Then, he practiced the ”Shock Eye Tribulation,” utilizing full inner power and a cold gaze to instantly kill his enemies. In that moment, his gaze turned piercingly cold, capable of freezing the soul of every creature in the world.

That stare was akin to the coldest star in the chilly night, emitting a chilling light, freezing the air wherever it reached.

Subsequently, he practiced the ”Evil Blood Tribulation,” borrowing blood with blood and causing enemies to drain their blood to the last drop. His entire aura became ominously enigmatic, instantly merging with the darkness, the whole person appearing like a Demon God emerging from the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a ghastly, terrifying aura.

At this time, another group of experts from the Giant Whale Gang appeared like ferocious wolves from afar.

Leading them was Vice Gang Leader Gao Zhi, a large and imposing figure, like a towering small mountain, holding tightly a wolf fang club in his hand.

This wolf fang club was extremely stout, the spikes on the club’s body flashing with a cold gleam, speaking of the countless blood it had stained before.