King of Hundred Victories Saber

The air around was churned into chaos by the powerful True Qi, forming visible currents as if dragons were swirling. The cups and dishes on the table trembled violently, flying into the air and rolling chaotically.

Afterward, the cups and dishes crashed heavily on the ground, making a crisp shattering sound, the liquor splattering like blood flowers, creating a mess on the floor. Shi Feiyang’s cold snort was like a wolf’s howl in the cold night, directed specifically at Xie Zhichuan.

Within this cold snort was deep Inner Strength, akin to an invisible sharp blade, with the sound of wind-breaking, stabbing straight at Xie Zhichuan’s vital points.

In an instant, Xie Zhichuan felt an overwhelming force rushing at him like a mountain-flooding tsunami, submerging him completely.

He didn’t have time to react at all and began to scream miserably.

His left eye suddenly burst violently, the eyeball shooting out, blood splattering instantly, staining half of his cheek red.

That blood slid down his cheek, dripping onto the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Soon after, cracks appeared all over his skin, resembling dry earth, and blood seeped from the cracks, dyeing his clothes entirely red, as if shrouded with a layer of blood-colored veil.

Fortunately, Xie Zhichuan, thanks to Fu Anxing’s medicinal concoction, had mastered a fast-track version of the Kunlun Flame Technique.

At this moment, the Kunlun Flame Technique was at work, forming a layer of searing protection on his skin, like blazing flames, resisting the cold of Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique. Without this Kunlun Flame Technique, he would have already been covered in frost, breaking into pieces, dying without a complete corpse, becoming a heap of shattered flesh in this hall.

Dugu Yan at this moment, upon seeing Shi Feiyang, felt his once unparalleled pride and ambition vanish into thin air, leaving only endless fear in his heart. Once, he planned to avenge his five sons, being considered a hero in the Jianghu with his own pride and perseverance. But now, Shi Feiyang’s fame echoed like thunder, his martial prowess making him feel awe and dread.

He knew, in front of Shi Feiyang, his skills were no more than the light of a firefly competing with the bright moon.

At this moment, he only wished to live a stable life amidst the chaos and preserve his own life.

Seeing the dire situation, fear overwhelmed his heart, like a bird startled by a bow. Unable to care about the Jianghu dignity he once prized highly, his face turned pale like paper, resembling remnants of snow in winter. In panic, he scrambled away, his actions awkward and clumsy, completely losing his former grace.

At this critical moment of life and death, escaping this perilous place and preserving life became his only thought, abandoning notions of Jianghu integrity, dignity, and honor.

Lan Xiaodie was frightened pale by Shi Feiyang’s sudden appearance and formidable aura, her beautiful face losing color.

Her heart was in chaos, like a bird trapped in a cage, flapping in panic.

She understood that her Five Poison Sect’s poison skills were nothing behind a master like Shi Feiyang, not a match at all.

In her panic, she hurriedly flicked her sleeve, unleashing the Five Poison Sect’s signature poison technique, sending a cloud of dark green poison mist at Shi Feiyang.

That poison mist seemed like a vicious venomous snake, emitting a stinging aroma, where it passed, the air corroded with hissing sounds, speaking of the poison mist’s lethal power.

Lan Xiaodie took advantage of the poison mist’s cover, her figure flashed like a puff of bluish smoke, swiftly fleeing, disappearing from everyone’s sight in the blink of an eye, leaving only chaos and terror behind.

Fu Anxing, witnessing this, had a flash of determination in her eyes, like cold stars in a winter night.

She flicked the Ghost Shadow Whip in her hand, the long whip like a nimble and deadly black snake drawing a bizarre arc in the air, instantly wrapping the agonizingly crying Xie Zhichuan.

Afterward, she lightly tapped the ground with her toes, exhibiting skillful Lightweight Technique, like a drifting dark cloud, quickly drifting away.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished outside the castle, leaving a mess and Shi Feiyang standing furiously on the spot.

The Watt Tribe experts, hearing the upheaval, surged in like a tide from all directions.

Each of them looked stern, like the hard ice in winter, their eyes glistening with fierce lights, akin to hungry wolves eyeing their prey.

Tightly gripping swords, spears, and halberds in their hands, murderous intent filled the air, a rich bloody smell pervading, charging at Shi Feiyang, determined to tear him into pieces.

Shi Feiyang stood firmly on the spot, his expression calm and composed, like a towering mountain, unaffected by raging storm winds. His palms moved gently, executing a move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique called ”Golden Dragon Claw”.

Instantly, a light chill glowed on his palms, as if a layer of thousand-year frost gathered, each swing stirring a rushing wind sound, akin to two incredibly sharp Celestial Frost Blades forged by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, emitting a chilling aura.

At this moment, a burly expert charged first. This person named Barnar stood nearly eight feet tall, tiger-backed and bear-waisted, resembling a towering hill, offering a feeling of strong oppression. His face seemed chiseled by a knife, resolute, with thick brows and big eyes, his face covered with dense beard, exuding rough and heroic look.

In this early autumn on the grassland, he wore a black leather armor, embedded with spikes of sharp metal, reflecting cold light under the fire, as if each spike could take a life.