King of Hundred Victories Saber

His eyes revealed a fearless courage and resolute determination. To him, the enemies before him were no more than a group of ants.

The black-clad knights charged forward in an instant, showing no hesitation and uttering not a word as they swung their blades. The gleaming blade lights, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, rushed straight toward Shi Feiyang and the others.

Upon seeing this, Shi Feiyang, agile as a leopard, instantly employed the mysterious Lightweight Technique of ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name.”

His figure was like a wisp of smoke, elusive and elusive, weaving effortlessly through the crowd of enemies and horses, leaving them dazzled and confused.

At the same time, he activated the Bright Jade Technique, enveloping his body in a warm, jade-like glow that instantly amplified his aura several times over.

With both palms as blades, he executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. For a moment, the air was filled with dazzling blade lights and fierce blade winds, like sharp lightning cutting through the air, mercilessly slicing through the enemy ranks.

Under Shi Feiyang’s assault, countless horses collapsed, blood spurting, their cries filled with pain and despair.

Numerous black-clad knights met the same fate, their heads decapitated, bodies spraying blood, and falling with a thud. The blood pooled into dark red lakes on the ground, continuously splattering, evaporating into crimson mists under the sun, filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood.

Some knights attempted to bypass Shi Feiyang and charge toward his family behind, only to be swept into a vortex of True Qi from his Bright Jade Technique.

The True Qi vortex was like an invisible black hole, exuding a powerful attraction, pulling the knights and horses into its depths.

Amidst the vortex, the knights and horses collided, emitting tragic cries as the neighing of horses and the wails of men intertwined, the snapping of bones echoing ceaselessly.

Such an awe-inspiring display of skill from Shi Feiyang left not only the bandits shocked beyond measure but filled their eyes with fear and disbelief, as if they beheld a demon god from hell.

It also left the women and children astonished, their mouths slightly agape, their eyes filled with incredulity.

They never imagined that after Shi Feiyang’s visit to Penglai Immortal Island, his martial arts would undergo such an astonishing transformation.

This level of divine skill had transcended the realm of mortals, as if an immortal descended to the mortal world, deciding the fate of enemies with a mere wave of the hand.

As Shi Feiyang unleashed his moves, the fierce wind from his palms swept toward the enemies like a swift storm, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound, causing the black-clad knights to stagger, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

He cursed angrily, ”The path of Jianghu should follow the principles of chivalry, helping the weak and vanquishing evil. You, however, act contrary to these principles, committing heinous deeds. Today, with the sword of justice in my hand, I will act on behalf of the heavens, making you understand the cycle of cause and effect, that karma is inescapable. The evil seeds you have sown shall be reaped by yourselves on this very grassland.”

His voice, like a resounding bell, reverberated across the heavens and the earth, carrying a chilling authority that was akin to a judgment from the Nine Nether Hell.

At that moment, a few more horses came galloping from the distance at breakneck speed.

Their hooves raised swirling dust, like a black dragon rolling across the grassland.

Gong Simeng, with sharp eyes, immediately recognized the newcomers and couldn’t help but exclaim, ”Dugu Yan? And who is that person in red behind him?”

His voice carried a hint of fear and confusion.

Lin Wanqing furrowed her brows slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes, and said, ”Could it be the legendary Blood Rakshasa? I’ve heard that this person is extremely skilled in martial arts, ruthless, and extraordinarily cruel in their methods.” Her voice was soft, yet carried a weight of gravity.

Liu Guihua curled her lips into a cold smile, speaking with a hint of Jianghu bandit bravado, ”No matter who comes, we’re not afraid. Whether it’s the Blood Rakshasa or anyone else, in our eyes, they’re nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered, destined to become ghosts under our blades sooner or later! Humph!”

Her words were infused with boldness and confidence.

Indeed, the newcomers were the Sect Leader of the Southern Sword Sect of Tianshan, Blood Rakshasa, as well as the Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, Lan Xiaodie, Blood Rakshasa’s disciples Liu Pingsheng, Wu Zhengliang, Ling Lanzhi, and also present were Dugu Yan along with his brothers Dugu Fu, Dugu Ming, and Dugu Lin.

The black-clad knights who had been fleeing in panic now saw their reinforcements arriving, and once again gathered together.

However, their numbers had dwindled significantly, with only a few dozen remaining.

Under Shi Feiyang’s fierce attack earlier, over four hundred black-clad knights had already been slain, and the grassland was littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing.

The stench of blood permeated the air, nauseatingly overpowering.

Blood Rakshasa arrived at the scene, her gaze sweeping over the field of bodies, all incomplete and dismembered.

Some corpses were severed at the waist, with entrails spilled across the ground; others were missing limbs, gruesome beyond description.

Even the dead horses were mostly dismembered, as if intricately carved.

Blood Rakshasa was secretly taken aback, never having seen such ruthless methods before.

She retrieved the Coiling Snake Whip from her waist. The whip, jet-black throughout, resembled a hibernating venomous snake, exuding a chilling aura.

Then she drew a gleaming shortsword, the blade glinting like it could devour souls.

Brandishing whip and sword, she pointed at Shi Feiyang and harshly questioned, ”Are you the reputed Shi Feiyang? Hmph, to me, you’re just an inexperienced whelp, daring to make a name in the Jianghu?”

Her voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl.

Shi Feiyang stood with hands behind his back, upright like a pine tree.