King of Hundred Victories Saber

In the Sword Casting Valley, a sinister mist, like a thick layer of ink, surged and spread wantonly, enveloping the entire valley in an impenetrable shroud.

The surrounding rocks, under this dim light, resembled ferocious beasts, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

The atmosphere within the valley was so heavy it seemed water could be wrung from it, and every wisp of air was compressed by an invisible force, weighing heavily on everyone’s hearts.

Shi Feiyang stood alone, facing the tidal wave of approaching Jinyi Guards.

These Jinyi Guards had stern faces, and the Brocade Spring Sabers in their hands flickered with a cold, chilling light in the dim valley, densely packed together like a forest of chillingly gleaming sabers, emanating an aura of dread.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern, his eyes like stars in a winter night, exuding a light of determination and fearlessness.

He gripped the Celestial Frost Blade, which seemed to resonate with his surging battle intent, vibrating slightly and emitting a low hum, as if declaring to the enemy its thirst for blood.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and the True Qi within him surged like a roaring river through his meridians.

In an instant, he unleashed a move of unparalleled power from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique—”Heaven and Earth Longevity”.

He soared into the air, his clothes fluttering like a white streak of cold light, instantly piercing the sky.

Under the powerful blessing of the Bright Jade Technique and the boundless power contained in his superior bloodline, Shi Feiyang wielded the Celestial Frost Blade impenetrably.

The saber light flickered, resembling countless silver streams crossing the air, weaving an indestructible net of death.

Wherever he struck, the Brocade Spring Sabers shattered, the broken pieces scattering like autumn leaves.

The fierce saber aura was like a tangible blade, laced with bone-chilling cold, whistling through the air.

Where the saber aura touched, the Jinyi Guards were instantly cleaved in half, with blood gushing from their severed bodies.

In an instant, tragic screams filled the valley, like a sorrowful death melody.

Blood mist spread, and a thick blood rain fell from the sky, staining everything around a dreadful crimson.

At Shi Feiyang’s feet, corpses lay scattered in disarray, with blood flowing freely, pooling on the ground into winding streams of red, slowly trickling towards the valley bottom, leaving shocking trails of blood in their wake, a scene of extreme gore.

The Lian Brothers, Lian Jaben and Lian Jia Shu, upon seeing Shi Feiyang’s ferocity, exchanged a glance, a glimmer of ferocity flashing in their eyes.

They tightly gripped their Judge Pens, moving like phantoms, and unleashed the martial arts skill ”Four Strokes Point Eight Meridians”.

Their Judge Pens danced up and down, shadows overlapping, like black bats flying all over the sky, carrying an eerie aura, assaulting Shi Feiyang’s acupoints and meridians.

Shi Feiyang moved with agility, like a nimble leopard, constantly evading the opponent’s attacks.

With each sidestep and leap, he narrowly avoided the sharpness of the Judge Pens.

His gaze remained determined, fixated on the opponent’s every move, searching for the right moment to counterattack.

Meanwhile, the Central Plains Cao Bang’s Vice Gang Leader Peng Sixian, Vice Gang Leader Peng Siwei, and Vice Gang Leader Peng Sixuan, seeing the situation severely unfavorable to them, were filled with fear. Their expressions were panicked, eyes flickering, and steps staggering like lost dogs, quietly sneaking out of the valley amid the heat of battle. Their figures appeared so pitiful in the dim valley, as if swallowed by darkness.

After fleeing the Sword Casting Valley, the three collapsed to the ground, exhausted. They panted heavily, their breathing loud and rapid, like a bunch of worn-out, almost ruined bellows, distinctly audible outside the silent valley.

Their faces were etched with a mix of fear and fatigue, their eyes showing the relief of having survived a calamity.

In the Sword Casting Valley, after repelling a wave of Jinyi Guards, Shi Feiyang’s gaze swept towards the Lian Brothers, and his killing intent intensified.

Suddenly, he circulated the True Qi within him, executing the mysterious and unpredictable ”Evil Blood Tribulation” divine skill from the Holy Heart Technique.

He cleaved a Jinyi Guard in two with a single strike, blood splattering all over Shi Feiyang. A faint blood glow appeared around him, twisting and swirling in the air, exuding a terrifying aura.

Shi Feiyang used blood to call forth blood, and a mysterious and powerful force instantly permeated the air, weaving an invisible web of blood.

In an instant, Lian Jaben, Lian Jia Shu, and the surrounding Jinyi Guards felt their qi and blood surge, as if a myriad of tiny insects were ravaging their meridians. Their bodies swayed violently like dying candles in a storm, on the verge of collapsing.

Next, they all opened their mouths, vomiting copious amounts of blood, which poured out like a fountain, splattering on the ground and mixing with the previous blood, making the blood on the ground even thicker, resembling a sea of blood.

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, like a shooting star in a wintry night, carrying a deadly light.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, echoing through the valley. The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand raised high, unleashing the swift ”Red Dust Slash”.

His body spun rapidly, bringing the Celestial Frost Blade around in a perfect arc. The swift and fierce saber aura, with his rotation, was like a surging tornado, carrying endless killing intent, sweeping outwards.

Immediately, the sound of ”crack” rang out continuously, as if countless strings snapped in an instant.