King of Hundred Victories Saber

Shi Feiyang had just landed on the ground and hadn’t even had time to steady his rapid breathing when he looked up to see a group of horsemen in the distance rushing forward like a black tidal wave, kicking up clouds of dust.

Each of them wielded shining cold weapons, their faces menacing and fierce. ”Flying Eagle Detective” Xie Wen observed them keenly and then solemnly said, ”Grand Squad Leader, by the look of their attire, they should be the notorious prairie bandits.”

Upon hearing this, Shi Feiyang’s brows immediately furrowed into a ”川” character, thinking to himself: This really is one wave yet to settle and another rising.

He tightly gripped the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, its blade flickering with a cold light reflecting his resolute face, and said loudly, ”Everyone, prepare for battle! We must not let these vile bandits succeed in their schemes!”

The horsemen drew closer and closer, led by one who was burly and strong, like an imposing small mountain.

He sat atop a tall horse, letting out a hair-raising laugh, ”You unfortunate souls barely survived an earthquake, but now that you’ve crossed our Jiefeng Stronghold, your luck has truly run out! If you know what’s good for you, hand over all your valuables now, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

This man was none other than Batulu, the Village Chief of Jiefeng Stronghold. Originating from Mongolia’s Gale Sect, he excelled in the ”Gale Saber Technique,” wielding a broadsword as thick as a person’s arm, heavy and exuding an icy aura.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, his voice echoing as though from the Nine Nether Hell, filled with disdain and authority: ”With just you ragtag bunch, you dare covet our valuables? Hmph! I will make it so you scoundrels won’t even know how you died.”

With that, his figure shot forward like lightning, charging at the horsemen first.

Shi Feiyang employed the ”Dragon’s Seven Steps,” a peerless technique from the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique specifically for dealing with being outnumbered. With each step he took, a powerful aura spread like waves, stirring up dust on the ground as though lifted by an invisible force.

His silhouette flickered like a black lightning bolt weaving through the bandits, his Celestial Frost Blade slicing through the air, severing heads from bodies, and blood sprayed everywhere, turning the world into a misty red haze.

Seeing this, Batulu’s eyes widened with fury. He let out a roar, swinging his broadsword and unleashing the ”Gale Saber Technique” towards Shi Feiyang.

The sword wind howled like a biting gale, seeming as if it would tear everything apart.

Shi Feiyang remained unperturbed, his figure flashing as he easily evaded Batulu’s fierce attack.

Immediately after, he executed the ”Shock Eye Tribulation” Divine Skill. His eyes widened, shooting forth a piercing gleam that seemed tangible, aiming directly at Batulu’s eyes. Batulu immediately felt a stabbing pain and instinctively closed his eyes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang closed the distance, his Celestial Frost Blade’s cold light flashing as he used a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Wind Breaker,” the blade light as harsh as frost slashing across Batulu’s throat in an instant.

Batulu let out a deep growl, tumbling from his horse slowly, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the grasslands red.

The second-in-command of Jiefeng Stronghold, Wu Liqi, hailed from ”Thunderbolt Hall” and was proficient in ”Thunderbolt Fist.” In his hands, he wielded a pair of copper hammers, each weighing dozens of pounds.

Seeing Batulu’s tragic death, he was overwhelmed with grief and anger, swinging his copper hammers like a raging bull charging at Shi Feiyang. He unleashed the ”Thunderbolt Hammer Technique’s” move ”Thunderous Might,” with the hammers roaring through the air like cannonballs smashing towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang turned, evading gracefully like catkins on the wind while executing the third step of ”Dragon’s Seven Steps,” soaring high into the air and spiraling like a dragon emerging from the sea before descending sharply. His right claw, sharp as a steel blade, plunged into Wu Liqi’s chest, breaking through his sternum.

Wu Liqi let out a heartrending scream, and his copper hammers fell to the ground with a ”bang.” His entire body soon followed, blood gushing forth and soaking the grassland in crimson.