King of Hundred Victories Saber

The two sides came and went, refusing to yield, the air filled with a strong scent of blood, and the ground was gradually accumulating pools of fresh blood.

It was likely that these maids had grown up alongside Gugela, practicing the same saber technique, with their Inner Power cultivation at a similar level.

The dozen or so masked men, wielding the Sun and Moon Wheels, Serrated Saber, Wolf Fang Club, scythes, Mountain-Opening Axes, immediately charged toward Shi Feiyang.

Their faces twisted ferociously as they fiercely smashed, swept, and swung, stirring up a wild wind, their moves swift and fierce, intending to kill Shi Feiyang in an instant.

The night was as dark as ink, like a heavy curtain encompassing the entire inn tightly.

Shi Feiyang’s figure suddenly flickered, like a bolt of black lightning streaking across the night sky, so fast it dazzled the eyes, making it impossible to see his movements clearly. In an instant, he was already holding a gleaming, cold-edged blade—the Celestial Frost Blade.

When the Celestial Frost Blade was unsheathed, it emitted a crisp dragon’s roar, like a dragon’s roar in the ninth heaven, shaking the sky, the sound seemed to penetrate endless void, echoing over the courtyard of the inn for a long time, as if declaring its extraordinary power and majesty to the world.

On the blade, the cold light flickered, a chilly aura swept across, capable of freezing a person’s soul.

Shi Feiyang held the Celestial Frost Blade, his posture upright, like a towering mountain, exuding a daunting aura that inspired awe at a glance.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang displayed the mysterious lightweight technique of ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name,” his figure spun, like a wisp of green smoke rising, weaving effortlessly among the enemy ranks. His silhouette was like a ghost, flitting unpredictably, making it hard to capture his tracks.

Each move stirred a gentle breeze, which seemed as if it might not even exist, as if he had never stopped there.

His movements were light and agile, like a meteor flashing in the night sky, or a butterfly dancing gracefully among flowers, elegant yet lethal.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique was operating at high speed.

A faint jade-colored halo rose from his entire body, the glow warm and gentle, yet exuding a powerful strength.

As the Bright Jade Technique operated, his skin gradually became transparent like jade, enveloped by a thin jade film.

Instead of dispersing outward, his Power was withdrawn inward, forming a powerful vortex of True Qi within him, the vortex like a bottomless black hole, emanating a terrifying attractive force.

The serrated sabers flashing cold light among the enemy ranks, the heavy and powerful wolf fang clubs, the extremely sharp long spears, all came crashing, sweeping, slashing towards Shi Feiyang.

However, when these weapons came within three feet of Shi Feiyang’s body, they were deflected and misdirected by the swirling vortex.

It was as if an invisible shield surrounded Shi Feiyang, an invincible shield, immovable no matter how many opponents came. Weapons clashing with the shield produced a dull sound, like cries of despair.

Yet, the Inner Power of the masked men seemed to be drawn to Shi Feiyang like a magnet attracting iron.

Under this immense suction, the masked men’s faces turned deathly pale in an instant, large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, desperately wanting to escape, only to find their Inner Strength draining away like a breached dam, continuously being siphoned by Shi Feiyang.

After a few moves, Shi Feiyang’s skin became increasingly transparent, resembling white ice shrouded in cold mist, radiating a chilling aura.

This chill was almost tangible, expanding from Shi Feiyang as the center, freezing the air wherever it reached, and gradually forming a thin layer of frost on the ground. The masked men felt a terrifying chill penetrate right to their core, their bodies beginning to tremble involuntarily, their blood freezing, legs going limp, unable to stand steady.

Next, Shi Feiyang executed a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Golden Dragon Coils Claws.” As the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand swung, a golden dragon shadow appeared faintly, lifelike, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, breaking through the void, descending upon the earth.

The saber wind was sharp, each swing brought a whistling wind sound.

That wind sound seemed capable of slicing through the air, producing a ”sizz” sound. The air was torn into invisible slits, flowers, trees, and plants around were instantly shredded into pieces by the fierce saber wind, fluttering down abundantly.

Simultaneously, his left hand executed the ”Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand,” a faint flash of thunderlight coursing through his palm, crackling like silver snakes.

In the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang’s ”Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand” was like a divine stroke, dissipating the Inner Power of the masked men.

The masked men caught in his ”Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand” instantly became as pale as paper, as if their souls had been drained, their eyes filled with fear and despair. Their Power within dissipated swiftly like a breached dam, their bodies turned limp and powerless, collapsing to the ground, continuously spitting blood, staining the ground red.

Holding the Celestial Frost Blade, Shi Feiyang’s eyes were cold as frost, his gaze sweeping over the collapsed masked men without a trace of mercy. The sharp blade swept past, the cold light flashed, like lightning streaking through the night sky.

The masked men lying on the ground struggled to get up, only to have their heads mercilessly lopped off by Shi Feiyang’s Celestial Frost Blade.

Blood splattered everywhere, drawing lines of blood in the air, saturating the night with a dense mist of blood.

That blood mist was like a thick, eerie red veil, spreading wantonly, enveloping the entire inn tightly.